[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Ace stands at about 5'5 with pale almost translucent skin stained in a few places by scattered tattoos and holds a slender figure, her hair of fiery untamed auburn hangs just below her shoulders. Her skin is fair and is met with an unusual blend of blue / green eyes (replace the image eyes) that stand out brightly. Her appearance barely suits her nature and she looks more bubbly and outgoing than she really is.
Ace's wolf form is more stand-out-ish than she'd really like, the medium length 2 inch fur is stained almost the same tone as her natural hair with the exception it contains varying paler or darker spots than her human locks. She's fairly larger than the average wolf and stands out too much in comparison, although she is a tad smaller than most of her kind and bares more pup-ish nature.

Creature: Lycan
Type of Hunter: n/a
How long have you been hunting/afflicted: Ace was bitten at the age of 15 and has been a Lycan ever since.

Born to a fairly isolated couple Ace was one of 4 children, the second oldest meaning she had more responsibilities than any child would like with her mother running about caring for the younger two. Her father was usually always away, he left to find ways to earn money and was gone anywhere from a week to a few months which always worried their mother or put her in agitated moods. After living a fairly simple life with her mother mostly as her role model Ace wandered off into their nearby woods, she was a curious child and after seeing an injured woodland creature followed after it.
Not long after entering the forest, the sound of her mother and siblings screaming caught her attention, slender legs moving fast as she raced back to see what had happened. Upon entering the building she found herself being grabbed by something much larger than herself and tossed across the room, head ringing she found herself waking up hours later in the middle of the night, worried hands grabbing about as she shook all relatives in a hasty manner trying to awaken someone.
After realizing she was alone and injured herself she'd taken off back into the same forest she'd been into earlier and underwent the changes of whatever bit her. The pain caused sent echoing cries through the surrounding forest until silence was heard and all went silent. Too this day Ace has wandered alone, she'd spent time learning how to control herself and fend for herself against other animals, and the singular few hunters who thought she was some kind of threat.
Spending some time in a small town she'd somehow found herself over hearing about some person setting up a group of hunters, her knowledge in the area limited which put her off until she heard of what they hunted. Her mind telling her it was a bad idea, but she figured maybe there was a way to find out who killed her family and left her with the ever-lasting challenge to survive they placed upon her as a Lycan.

Reason for Joining: Ace has no real expertise to offer the group, though she has a keen sense of hearing and scent she's hoping she'll be accepted enough to tag along and possibly find out who left her alone and cursed.

Arrived: 1-2 days ago - Ace has been roaming small distances around the old fishing village for the past few days with uncertainties on whether to make herself known or not. The smells and sounds of hunters similar to those she'd met in her few years putting her off, although it's guaranteed someone will eventually notice something off in the air as she wanders in wolf form most of the day.

[User]
Roze felt happiness rush through her, a feeling she had figured wouldn't ever be returning to her after the past couple of weeks. Peering at the town in the distance, with lights flickering here and there in the old buildings. Shelter. That usually meant food and warmth.

Hopefully I get food, and not become it for once. Roze thought to herself, hoisting her bag more securely on her shoulder. Her back and shoulders were killing her, what with walking for so long with such a heavy load. She would quite happily kill someone for a hot shower. Hell, she could settle on lukewarm - it would probably feel like lava either way after this cold weather.

The snow had been falling steadily since she made it to north-eastern New York, and the cold had just become more and more biting the further she headed north. She had managed to find shelter most nights - a lot of people simply felt sorry for her and let her bunk in their homes, or even their barns. But Maine didn't have as many villages and small towns as New York or Vermont - which meant more camping out in old mines, trees, and self-made (fairly crappy) wooden shelters. Fair to say, Roze was feeling pretty miserable, right until she crested that final hill.
And there was the fishing village below her.

As she descended the hill, some of the happiness began to ebb somewhat at the thought of her future fellows-in-arms. Vampires and Lycans would be here.
And they sure did enjoy the smell of her blood.
Even demons were attracted to it. Although thankful in not encountering any of the latter two on her lonesome road here, she had encountered a couple of Vampires who hadn't seen her as much of a threat. Although not killing them, several were missing teeth and fingers - one of them missing something just *slightly* more important. She doubted that that appendage would be growing back anytime soon.

"Well Thane... I finally made it." Roze muttered to herself as she neared the town, the hill and the road now behind her.
"Wish you were here. She added silently, and she fell to a stop a couple of paces short of the four stood at the border of the village. Two older men, one boy, and one girl. The girl was clearly a Vampire - Roze had been around enough of them by now to recognize one at sight. The boy was a human - and looked awfully innocent looking for the job at hand. The two men were definitely more stoic, and more intimidating - and although she couldn't be certain - they weren't entirely human.

She stood in silence for a few moments before directing her shrewd gaze to the guy in the duster and hat.

"Hey there John Wayne." She began with a smile. "You still accepting hunters?"

[Assistant]
Egbert stank to high heaven. The sewers were his transport from place to place, every time he emerged a band of mercenaries was sure to follow, his brother's connections and wealth at work. The sewers were still dangerous however, many ancients stalked these pipes, avoiding the sun, and people, as their appearance was no longer quite human. A sewer was not the best place to fight a vampire, ideal for their blood magic, bursts of speed or strength, and no way to avoid them. Sometimes they hardened their blood into spikes. However, a flame thrower got rid of these issues, as no vampire would run through a wall of fire to get a bit of blood. Years of killing vampires made Egbert just as good at killing humans, they were easier, they bled to death, they died when chopped in half. Mercenaries were tough, but a bit of tactics, and they were all dead. But it was enough of a hassle that Egbert avoided it.

He heard of William's invitation via the pocket of an electricity worker, who also happened to be a vampire. The man had kept the location of the town on a slip of paper in his breast pocket, and Egbert decided that meeting with other hunters might be a way to finally kill his brother. He travelled through the sewers as usual, following a blueprint of the sewers to find his way, although getting lost was inevitable.

He emerged from the sewers a day ago, and the village bothered him as soon as he arrived. The abandoned buildings were everywhere, the sewers didn't even fully reach it, he emerged in Maine, and had to rent a boat with what little money he had. He didn't mind anyone who arrived later, although the smell of rot from the vampires bothered him, they usually covered it up with perfume, but these hunting vampires seemed not to care. He stayed away from the newcomers, as he didn't want to get attached to people, lest they betray him. So he sat, staring into the ocean, thinking.

"You haven't even seen half of what I can do, brother."

[User] Henryk stood on the path until William returned from the road with a few new hunters in tow, and he assumed that at least one was the owner of the truck. As the group approached he let out a short low growl at the scent of another vampire, the girl he'd returned with. he nodded at them as they passed into the village before looking back to William to answer his question "not to many, there's that girl just behind you..." he pointed behind William just as a the girl approached, calling him John Wayne and asking if he was still accepting hunters. "...and i can smell someone lurking from just out of sight" he said as his eye drifted over the treeline and hand drifted down to his blunderbuss.

[Assistant]
Ingrid smiled as the grizzled man accepted them as allies. He introduced himself, and they set off towards the village. Still seemingly carefree, Ingrid followed along, almost skipping with excitement. As they walked, the hunter asked her name. "It's Ingrid, Captain, Ingrid Venn, though you're more than welcome to imagine up some other name if it suits your fancy more." She chuckled and continued the trek until they reached the entrance of the village. It was by all accounts what she'd been told: little more than a rickety fishing village. It was quaint, quiet, and would never have led one to believe something otherworldly was going on inside. In that respect, Ingrid decided, the Captain had chosen the perfect location.

 Another man stood guarding the entrance, and let out a growl as they approached, leading Ingrid to stare, somewhat rudely, in his direction for a moment. Like the Captain, he gave the impression that he had more than a bit of experience under his belt. It was fascinating. Everyone here seemed to recognize what she was at a glance. Most people she'd encountered seemed to accept that she was human, well, at least if they didn't hang around her too long. The Captain told them to make themselves at home, and that the meeting would be starting soon. "Sounds good, I'll be looking forward to it."

 As he left them to their business, another hunter approached. She seemed human, as far as Ingrid could tell. As she greeted the Captain, Ingrid quietly snickered. Good, a sense of humor. As they entered the village, she began to look around. She noted, among other things, the presence of Ryan's truck. "Looks like it made it safe and sound." She motioned towards the rusted pickup. Perhaps 'safe and sound' was giving it a bit too much credit. Her eyes scanned around the village, and she noted a few hunters that had already arrived. She noticed an older man staring off into the sea, and a girl with a dog disappearing into a large building nearby. It seemed the Captain's request had caught the ear of more than a few.

[User]
"Behind me eh?" William replied to Henryk, glancing over his shoulder, to notice the girl. He gave a slight smirk at the name she had given him for a short noticeable moment. "Well howdy miss. As a matter of fact, I am still welcoming more folks to this run-down corner of the Earth." William replied to the woman. "If you're here for the hunt, then I welcome you to stay." He gave a tip of his hat to the woman before turning to face Henryk again. His expression changed from a welcoming smile to something much more serious. William, although he was sure this was common for most people, didn't like being watched. "Well if your senses are true, then it would be best we stay on our guard. I've made more than enough enemies by doing what I have." The Captain said to Henryk, in a somewhat hushed tone.

 The hunter glanced back at the treeline for a moment, but he could not make out anything unusual with his mortal eyes. "Hmm.." He shook his head and continued into town. The man headed into the town hall, and found that the building had grown to be rather dark again once the sun had started to set. He removed a match from his pocket, igniting the flame by quickly scraping it along the striker. William had left candles lining the middle walkway and along the walls for when the hours grew late. He went from candle to candle, lighting each and every one of them. The interior lit up with a warm glow. Once that part was done, he took one of the seats in the front row, and removed a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. The man sat silently in the building, looking over the contents of what appeared to be an old letter. The meeting would be soon now that everything was in order, but he wanted to wait a little longer to see if this mysterious stranger off in the bushes would reveal themselves as friend or foe.

[Assistant]
Ryan had decided to stay mostly silent as Ingrid, whose name he only now just learned, and William, a very intimidating man, introduced themselves to each other. He only gave a small nod when his name was spoken. Once that was done with, he quickened his pace to his truck to make sure it hadn't been messed with. Everything seems to be here."I'm glad no one got hurt. I probably would have never been able to forgive myself." Ryan climbed into the driver's seat, stuck his left leg out the door, and began to push the truck toward a better parking spot than the middle of town.

After putting the truck in park next to one of the collapsed buildings nearby, Ryan grabbed his backpack filled with ammo and his three guns. Berettas now holstered on his belt, Remington slung over his shoulder, and backpack strapped to his back, he made his way to the porch of the building and sat down. Ryan looked over the town now that there was nothing else on his mind. This place is... a dump. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything fancy. We don't want to advertise to every monster out there that this is our HQ. Now, where can I get some food?

[User]
Hefty paws quickly flattened the mulched earth, gentle puffs of breath emerging as eyes of mixed sapphire and emerald fluttered over the surrounding terrain. Tree's scattered about her provided cover from sight as she continued the same distanced route around slowly filling fishing town that seemed to have caught her interest. Darkened nasal passages of onyx tones pulled at the air as nasal bridge crinkled upon quick notice of further intrusion of more hunters, some human and some vampires. As mass of pelt shuddered over form disgusted grunt of breath would be emerged, paws shifting as she continued to move swiftly unsure whether to make approach and make herself known or to stay her distance and remain out of sight for a longer period of time.

 "Why are there so many?" a gentle whispered tone would slide through Acacia's mind, sure there weren't that many, but it was still more than she expected when she set out on her decision.

 As the sound of chatter from short greetings caught her attention Acacia decided to remain a short distance off, still hidden within the brush and tree-line as she caught quick glimpses of dispersing person's into buildings, only one remaining in site as he sat on porch deck with backpack and holstered weapons. Ears flattened for short moment as she stared in his direction, form standing side on to tree-line as she flickered glances about noticing barely anyone was left in sight. Shifting partially a small ray of light from the gloom of sky above would cast a gleam upon a small section of brightly toned fur before settling, if anyone was paying attention surely something would be noticed, although not noticing herself Ace remained where she was contemplating approach whilst remaining hushed.


[System]
Nicknames: Emerald Inquisitor

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Master of: Lancer of Black

Command Seal Location: Left Hand

Origin: Hunt

Appearance:

Personality: A young woman with a rather stale personality. Esmeralda here doesn't feel the need to show a multitude of her emotions to her allies or to her enemies. Mainly because both sides have the one thing she dislikes. Mages. She wondered why the Church would be working with some "professional" magi to get rid of other, allegedly rogue magi. She would see it as heresy for the most part... but since she's so obedient and a little bit of a suck-up. She would keep her mouth shut.

Of course, she won't promise whatever happens to them. They'd only be working temporarily after all and why care about someone who's going to die in this war right?

Esmeralda keeps to herself in this situation and only talks when it's necessary to talk.

Of course. She shares conversations with her Servant, with stories regarding Ireland's progression over the large gap between their years. She enjoys Lancer's company but has to keep him in line not to grope her every so often.

Biography: Esmeralda is an orphan taken in by a sizeable chapel in Dublin, Ireland. With no last name, the priest in charge decided to give her one under his: Reo Fola.

The young girl was fascinated by the Faith that the Church in this country followed and wished to learn more of it since she wasn't exactly friendly with the other children running about with deadbeats.

The priest warned her about such learning and thirteen year old Esmeralda responded with an enthusiastic smile. The old follower of th Faith saw a genuine willingness in her that he decided to teach her all he knows... and his involvement with the Holy Church.

She trained under the Faction of the Executors and was made a specific Mage Hunter by the age of twenty three.

When the Church showed its support to the Mages' Association by 2015. They sent one of their own to help out, and maybe more if the situation calls for it. Esmeralda never liked mages due to their lack of faith and their greed for knowledge but she had to endure it to stop a completely unstable magus faction.

Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: The Holy Sacraments

Skills/Spells List:
- Sacraments (Black Keys)

- Baptism Rite (Purification Incantations)

- Exorcism Rites and Incantations

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B

Other: She has a soft spot for cute animals such as puppies, hamsters, kittens, guinea pigs, etc.

Class Name: Lancer of Black

Nicknames: Attack Dog, Child of Light, Blue Spearman of the Wind

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Servant of: Esmeralda Reo Fola

Weapon(s): A red spear with a few barbs near the sharp tip.

Wish: He does not have a current wish. Merely summoned using a catalyst.

Abilities:

Skills:
Battle Continuation - Rank A

Disengage - Rank C

Divinity - Rank B

Rune Magic - Rank B

Protection from Arrows - Rank B

Class Abilities:

Magic Resistance - Rank C

Base Parameters:
Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): B

Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): C

Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): A

Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): C

Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E

Noble Phantasm: (宝具, Hōgu?): B

Name: Gae Bolg

Quote: Barbed Spear That Pierces With Death

Rank: B

Type: Anti-Unit

Range: 2~4

Description: It is an attack focused on a single target, created by Lancer to suit his own style, that strikes a fatal blow that always pierces the opponent's heart and ruins their body from within with its thousand iron thorns. It literally freezes the mana in the air, and it can easily be perceived as a sure-kill technique by all those around simply from being charged with magical energy. Once Gáe Bolg's name has been called, the cursed spear reverses the nature of causality, the meaning of "cause and effect" in the order of things, to make it so the cause of the "lance being thrust" comes from the effect of the "opponent's heart being pierced" by it. It determines the opponent's fate simply through its use.

Name: Gae Bolg

Quote: Soaring Spear That Strikes With Death

Rank: B+

Type: Anti-Army

Range: 5~40

Description: the true use of Gáe Bolg, is the largest and most powerful attack delivered using the spear. It is the "attack that unleashes countless darts at the enemy" that is spoken of in legends. It is the attack that made him a hero which utilizes the full potential of the lance's curse, converting all of Lancer's magical energy into raw energy and releasing the accumulated power after the spear is hurled, detonating on impact with enough power to blow away a multitude of enemies.

Lancer prepares to use this ability by backing one hundred meters away from his opponent, taking a crouching position on all fours, and accelerating through an approach run by dashing fifty meters before taking to the skies. He arches his back as if drawing a bow and hurls it towards the ground with all his might. It distorts space to create a "tapestry of action" that splits into numerous spearheads that pours down over the enemy. It is said that it split into thirty in his legend, but it seems that the number has increased after Cú Chulainn became a Heroic Spirit.

True Name: Cú Chulainn

Appearance:

[User] "Miss Teresa I welcome you to this meeting of ours. I am glad that you chose to accept our invitation here. If not we may have been much worse off without your help. You stand with Maxwell Anderson, Leon Winchester, and August Thane you may acquaint yourself with them if you choose. If not at least recognize your future allies if you chose to go through with this." Orson said as he getured around him pointing out when naming names. He made sure to speak clearly, and without hesitation. "Don't worry about it lad. I'm just particularly specific about word choosing when it comes to another's life. Perhaps I came off to strong. Need not worry about offending me, I have thick skin. As for you Miss Teresa I hope that you're doing well." Anderson stated as he looked at his watch. "How much longer do you expect the others to take coming here?" asked Anderson to Orson who looked at his cell phone's clock before nodding and turning his head up at the others, "About ten to twenty minutes I would expect." Orson stated as Anderson nodded, "Fair enough we shall wait then."

[Assistant]
Esmeralda Reo Fola

This hallway needs to be cleaned... full of filth...

Was a young lady's single thought as she walked through the grand halls of the Clock Tower, the main headquarters of the secretive, Mages' Association. The very name of the group made her feel disgusted. She can't help but judge every nook and cranny of the structure around her as well as the inhabitants that dwell and study within. All of it was heresy to her. Her brow furrowed as they watched other aspiring magi pass by and talk about what to do next to further their magecraft. She clutched onto her satchel, the one carrying the catalyst needed for summoning, eyeing the many that might find her clothing out of place.

The sooner I find the office... the sooner I'll be out of this Godless place. The Emerald Inquisitor spoke softly under her breath, traversing aimlessly through various forks in the hallways. Seems she's been having a hard time finding the Headmaster's office. Esmeralda's blood was beginning to boil from the maze-like tower... well... to her it was maze-like. I'm sure frequent visitors have no trouble finding it just as easily.

"How huge is this place?! And where is Orson's office?!" She spoke in a frustrated tone, unaware she had been beside a freshman student carrying a small stack of books. He blinked for a few seconds which got the girl's attention. Of course, she glared at him... hoping he would catch on the message. Surprisingly, he did and pointed the way there.

Esmeralda didn't speak, only nod as she walked past the young magus. Only for him to shrug and continue on to wherever he was supposed to go.

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Walking by a few minutes later, the Executor had finally made it. An annoyed expression etched on her face as she entered the Headmaster's room without even showing the courtesy of knocking. Of course, she's already seen the people around her... and another member of the Church by them.

"Please tell me you're actually a member of the Church and not someone dressed like one?" Anderson could probably tell the annoyance in her tone. He might as well confirm before she keeps it all to herself and reply in half-assed one-lining responses.

[User]
"Well bugger me someone woke up on the wrong side of Christ's bedchambers this morning. There are much politer ways to barge into the headmaster's office you know! Especially when he isn't even here." complained Anderson as he stared at the insolent young lady who barged in unannounced. "If it were up to me you'd be flogged for your impoliteness young miss. However it is obvious it is not. To answer your question though of course I'm a member of the bloody church. Do you think I wear this stuff because it makes me feel like a pretty princess?" Anderson said as he laughed. Orson looked disdainfully at Esmeralda as he shook his head apparently he was not pleased with the noise he had grown to like the group assembled until this moment. No doubt Anderson would be happy to know..."The second church executor correct? You're not mage association I would know." Orson questioned the young lady as Anderson's grin grew into a more sadistic smile. "Well then...if that's true then it IS up to me! You know I'm surprised you don't recognize me. Kind of a living legend and all that among the Vatican's group. Guess the means you must be from some smaller sub group. All the same you know it's a sin to be rude to thy neighbors miss." Anderson commented as he stared with a chuckle through his glasses at the younger executor.

Leon sat quietly in his seat he choose not to get involved with the whole situation what happened between the church stayed in the church. Presumably why there was so many accusations against it in the first place. He wouldn't say anything to either Executor's face but the fact remained he had no place talking out to either of them. He was simply here to respond to the call of aid from the Clocktower Mages.

[Assistant]
Ugh...I-I don't feel too good... Was all the young boy was thinking as walked down a rather large hallway of Clocktower, filled to the brim with students and teachers alike. They were all speaking so fast and with varying audio levels, that Haneul unconsciously brushed down his already long bangs even more into his face, hoping to avoid any conversation he wasn't prepared for. Through his hair he could see the people giving him weird looks and stares, but it was nothing that the teen couldn't handle. So long as he had his backpack with the catalyst required to summon his servant, and he had an idea of where he was going, everything would be alright! Unfortunately for him, the later is exactly where he fell short.

Confusion and fear appeared on the visible parts of his face, as Haneul realized that he had been walking in circles of the past five minute; was that even possible? Once he realized this, he tried to ask for permission of one person that looked like a student, but with his completely botched English, the student simply walked in a hurry, unsure of how to handle him. Han tried this again with multiple people until finally receiving help from a teacher, who fortunately knew enough hand gestures to guide him in the right direction.
They had to have known that some new people were coming right? A guide would have been helpful...

It took a little bit of picking and choosing which way would be the right one before the nervous teen finally made it to the office he was suppose to meet the other masters in. Stopping in front of the door, the Anima Magus simply stared for a moment, the distress in his face making him sweat a little. What if everyone was already in there waiting for him to show up? What if they tried to talk to him and he couldn't keep up? What if they look at him funny because he's a little different? What if his parents were wrong and he wasn't good enough? All of these questions swirled in the blue haired boy's mind as he took a bony hand and knocked gingerly on the door before stepping inside.

His eyes never left the ground as he gave the group a quick bow of recognition, before hurrying to a seat and sitting down, his eyes remaining hidden behind his hair and downcast as he stared at his lap.

[User]
The Executor didn't seem to notice the newcomer enter and take a seat, it's either that or she pays no interest. Her emerald eyes were still fixed on the large Vatican executor. She was still irritated from earlier but tried her best to calm herself down before she could go on a small debate with one of the most dangerous Executors in the Church... it just so happens she didn't want to... the very name just filled her with surprise and a guilty frown takes over her once enraged expression. With a sigh, she bows almost immediately. A hand on her gut and the other free to the side. "Please forgive me, Father Anderson. I blame my nature as a human for not representing one of the Commandments as the Lord wills it."

Complete one-eighty too. Her voice seemed to have pitched as if she were a pup that did something wrong. "I will accept any form of punishment from a senior." She turned towards the amny magi in the room, including the Director and bowed apologetically... though the Director might see it as a shallow apology... or perhaps anyone who is perceptive enough to see through her "suck-up" routine.

"I deeply apologize to you all. Showing you my... "professional attitude" came from my job as a... magus hunter. Hopefully you'll disregard that as a small setback."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Trepination Blade

Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar.

Shield

Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground.

Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target.

Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick.

Color: Onyx

Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it.
Emblem

Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots.
Oswald

[User]
Amy gave Lauren a quizzical look as she looked down her cleavage, then tapped nervously away at her phone. It was fairly obvious the brawler wasn't looking for a candy bar, really--otherwise she wouldn't have to consult her phone about it--and one would have melted between Amy's breasts anyway. Not that she hadn't had that happen before, but she figured Lauren would have known as much from her propensity to store things there on her own body.

So that meant she was likely worrying about something from the night before. Some pressing concern, since she was immediately consumed by it, so… She'd probably lost something that didn't belong to her.

At least Amy wasn't the one who had to be worried about having her clothes flayed, for once.

She checked the pockets, then shook her head, feathers rising slightly as she did. "No dice. Sorry, honey, nothing in here.

So… Either Pope Benjamin III was going to be right, or bad times were going to occur.

She'd never wanted a holy man to be correct before.

[Assistant] <duplicate, ignore>

[User]
Diamond - Gemba walk
Diamond didn't even have to go that far before finding something that piqued her interest. Or rather, someone. The anger she was full of a moment ago was shoved in a box and shelved somewhere in her mental warehouse almost immediately. It would be handy later. For now, her attention turned to the object of her interest. Ok, Dee. You just had a major meltdown, but try to be polite. she warned herself.

Slowing down and halting, Diamond leaned against the wall and looked the woman over, being blatantly obvious about it. "Can't say I would mind if you did!" Tick. Tock. Damn it what did I just say! She mentally slapped herself, Look at that rack though, I can't be blamed! … Entirely. Diamond pointed her eyes into the eyes of the other woman, deciding to see where this goes. "Didn't see you around here yet. Are you a new transfer?" She inquired after a second.

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor
Sapphire was relieved that Oswald was understanding, relieved that he didn't recoil from her, relieved that he didn't make Demetra's problems worse. If he had, well Sapphire might have had to do something drastic. She was the only protector her sisters had after all.

When Oswald said he was an open book Sapphire almost laughed. The statement was so at odds with how she perceived Oswald. Sure he seemed like the kind of guy that would laugh with his friends, sling back a few beers with the guys but she'd always got the impression that he didn't talk about the really important stuff. The incident after their previous mission involving the gym's heavily brutalized punching bag was proof enough that he had some kind pain he was trying to bury. Maybe he really was an open book, she'd never actually asked about the finer points of his past, about what had drove him to become a hunter beyond the circumstances of living in a border town. More likely though was that she just read him better than others. They didn't see the weight he bore so to them he was an easy going guy who could stand to cut himself some slack.

As if reading her mind, not just her emotions Demetra murmured "Only the big ones." more it seemed to herself than anyone else. She brightened slightly when Oswald talked about how draining a semblance could be but a happy kind of bright, more like the kind of look that people have when they commiserate over the long work day. "By itself it doesn't cost me anything... It's just so exhausting being angry, or upset or sad or lonely all of the time. Sometimes it's easier..." She trailed off. Sapphire knew Demetra though, knew her well enough to know how that sentence ended ...it's easier to feel nothing at all. "That's a cool semblance," she said though she sounded almost far away. "Must be nice to be able to," she clicked her tongue to indicate disappearing "Whenever you like."

When Oswald started talking about how semblances reflected their users personalities Demetra turned away from him. "I know where my power comes from." she said it so quietly that Sapphire almost missed it. Of course all of the Rode sisters knew where their semblances originated, with their father. Sapphire had wanted desperately to disappear, to vanish from the situation, at of the way of danger. She'd been given the perfect cloaking system. Demetra had wanted to understand how someone who was supposed to love them unconditionally could do such things and she'd been given the ability to understand everyone. And Cecily, she'd wanted to never forget. Consequently she could bring to mind every memory she possessed in perfect crystal clarity.

Though she'd only given it a moments thought Sapphire sort of felt that Oswald's semblance was a result of him wanting, or rather needing be able to help everyone at once, to be able to be everywhere at once regardless what it cost him. Maybe if he put whatever was in his past behind him his semblance would change. More than likely not though, that was a very rare occurrence.

In the back of her mind Sapphire knew that Demetra wouldn't tell Oswald, or anyone what they'd been through as children. As well as being deeply traumatic, it wasn't just her secret. The three of them, sisters all, just wanted to separate themselves from their father's name. Still Sapphire hoped Oswald wouldn't read anything into the little things Demetra had a habit of saying.

As they approached the gym Sapphire heard the signal for the race to begin. She had of course signed up for it but with Demetra to look after and Oswald as he was she didn't feel she could simply abandon them for some juvenile games of strategy.

"Why don't we head for the firing range? Gren said something about testing new weapons for Emerald, I can introduce you to her sis. She's nice... if a bit, well you'll like her."

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"C-C-C-Cooties!" Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms.

Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren should have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue.

"So," she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, "San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?"

Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand.

"Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!" It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday.

`Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi
Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1]
Message:

Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???`

"If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..." she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around.

"--just give her some time, Evan," the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. "Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even herself. She'll come around eventually."

"Y'promise?"

"I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--"

Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open--

--and finding no one.

"Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"

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Sangue stared at Lauren thrusting her hips forward.

As she continued to follow her friends around, her silence came to a brief end when Lauren's mother spoke to her. It was apparent that Sangue did not speak as much as the others had in the team, though Costa seemed more interested in what Sangue thought of her daughter.

She softly glanced between Costa and Lauren, her expression remaining idle and her lips sealed as always. A handle was... something that you could take a hold of. Lauren did not seem to be the kind of person who'd hold back, with few people knowing how to moderate her sometimes ambitious courses of action. Lauren was a very exciting and happy person, and it was impossible for Sangue to think about stopping that.

Being as honest as she could, Sangue turned to Lauren's pretty mom as she answered,

"I... do n...ot. Bu...t... I do n...ot... mind..."

Sangue's orange-red eyes traced Costa once more. The more she looked at her, the more she realized the things that made her daughter resemble Costa. It wasn't just their looks, but some of the more personal traits.

Turning to Lauren's direction, she noticed a couple of other people across the BASL dorm.

Her attention to them fell apart when Lauren burst the dormitory door open.

She quietly followed Lauren's lead.

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Oswald Connoly- Corridor
Oswald nodded and let out a small sigh when Demetra mentioned how exhausted her Semblance made her. "I know exactly how you feel, about being overwhelmed by emotions. I lost a friend to something like that. He...chose not to feel anymore. I just wish there was more I could've done for him. We all saw it coming, but...he just didn't want to keep going." Taking a deep breath, Oswald quickly dragged his finger over his eyes, making sure that he wasn't crying again. "Sorry, I'm just...not fully over it. He was a great guy. One of my teammates, before Beacon." Oswald gave the pair a small smile, trying to keep his spirits high. He knew that he'd need to if he wanted to survive the next week without making his injuries worse.

"As for my Semblance, it is pretty awesome, but it's also physically draining. It takes a chunk of my Aura every time I move, though that's usually preferable to letting somebody else get crushed by an Ursa." He didn't pay much attention to the tone of Demetra's voice, mostly because he felt he understood where she was coming from. She reminded him of Blaine, during that last month. It hurt to be reminded of that, but Oswald knew better than to blame the poor girl for inadvertently bringing up bad memories.

"The firing range, eh? Sure, I'd like to see what he's put together for her. I just hope it's not too ridiculous, the last thing we need is that girl wielding something like what he has..." As the thought of Emerald trying to use Gren's weapon crossed his mind, Oswald smirked and shook his head. "The Academy would be a pile of rubble within a week, tops."

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[System]
Age: Since the creation of the universe.
Gender: Male
Rank: Powered, High-Powered(Basically the higher end of Powered, but not quite God-Tier,) or God-Tier (variable)

Basic Appearance

Hair: Jet Black
Facial hair: None.
Eyes: Red.
Build: Lithe, like a panther, yet not frail.
Height: 6 foot, 5 inches
Weight: 210 lb. - 8.5 tons.
Special features: Face has often been described as that of an angel, but one that hides something malevolent beneath.

Combat credentials-
Athinar, depending on the match, can choose whether to purposefully limit his abilities or not. For fun.

Combat style:
(Powered)- Something like Kenjutsu
(High-Powered)- Spellcasting/Swordfighting.
(God)- His full immortal Voidform.

Abilities:
Peak Physical Condition- In Powered form, Athinar has the physical ability of a soldier, Olympic athlete, or trained assassin.

Blade of The Void- Athinar summons a katana out of shadowy mist, which is a plane that doubles as a portal to the void, and can cut through most materials, although at this tier, it can be stopped by superdense alloys. It can be dispelled and recreated within 0.5 of a second. The blade is 32 inches long, and 1.5 inches wide.

Arcane Style: Soldier- Athinar can reinforce his body with raw magical energy, doubling his strength, speed, agility, and durability. However, this only lasts for two minutes, and leaves him exhausted, afterwards.

Gear:
A single adamant katana, a physical double of the Blade.

Bio:
Athinar is the incarnation of evil in a distant world, which was destroyed by the ravages of time long ago, in a distant dimension. He was created by a Grand Creator, who set him against Sarin, the Lady of Light, with a smile and a pat on the back. He has razed towns and cities, caused nations and empires to fall, and murdered countless billions. That all said, he isn't that bad of a guy. He cares for his minions, up to the point that it infringes upon his efficiency. Can't have feelings get in the way of destruction, now can we?

Due to his being immortal, his physical form on a particular world can be killed, but between worlds, he lives in the Void, untouchable and almost infinitely powerful.

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Rodetta's trusty steed 'Cinders' took her as far as the mountain trail, but wouldn't go any further it began to whimper and pull away, as if to urge the mighty war princess to turn around. Rodetta dismounted and pet the horse while retrieving her crossbow and javelin from it's saddle.

I don't blame you Cinder, the rumors of this place aren't entirely unfounded, this was the site of some great death and evil at one point and the stench of demonic energy is probably still strong, but I have a campaign to to launch. And this is a very important strategic location for me to scout if we are to ever defeat the Water Dragon Clan, they have a powerful navy you know this.

Cinders listened to his master but the stallion still wouldn't move, he had made up his mind. Rodetta sighed and told it to head back to camp, while Rodetta checked alone, Cinder gave Rodetta a look of worry before turning around and beginning the long trot back to camp.

Rodetta knew the area was dangerous, as she took the steps down the mountain trail which lead to the infamous cove she could feel the violent history in the air. She wasn't particularly spiritual but she had a strong sense that the docked pirate ship of the dead king's crew wanted to be left alone in the cove and she was intruding. She stepped towards the ship as she got down the cove steps and found the boarding ladder. She cursed her father for sending her on another pointless war campaign. The Water Dragon Clan were a pompous but fairly peaceful faction and she knew her mad-king father declared war on them simply for having 'dragon' in their name. Foolish pride knows no bounds. She began to climb on to deck, when she heard a noise.

Show yourself, you're in the presence of royalty...whoever's there.

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Athinar chuckled at the young woman's pluck. "Confident, aren't we?" The Void God sat upon the railing of the poop deck, the stern of the ship elevated above the main deck, wheel behind him. His adamant katana sheathed and on his hip, he smirked down at the girl, legs crossed.

"Once, a foolish girl walked into a forest, all alone. Her cloak wasn't the only red thing in the snow once the big bad wolf was done with her." Grinning and licking his lips, he jumped down to the maindeck, crouching as he landed, dispersing the shock of the fall.

"This isn't a forest, Little Red. But it should suffice." Falling into a sword stance, he unhooked his sheath from his belt, and held it right below the sword's guard in his left hand. His right hand grasping the katana's hilt, he pulled the blade about a centimeter from where it rested in the sheath.

Slowly approaching the woman, his eyes glowed red as he drunk in her form, following her every movement. He was on the balls of his feet, ready to rocket off in any direction. If she charged him, he would dance out of the way, dodging to the side. Anything else, he would try to dodge while remaining in his position.

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Almost instantly she got a response, a man with strange clothes was hiding up on the masts and let himself be known with cruel riddles and a disrespectful tone, he wasn't wearing the mark of a water dragon, so he must have been part of another faction. There was no time to do a background check, he began reaching for his sword as he advanced. Rodetta wasted absolutely no time raising he shield to steel herself, while still a good distance away from him she pointed her royal javelin in his direction.

You're too noisy to be a scout, I'm assuming you're here for some sort of lost treasure? You'll find none here. Now I have a job to do. So you have one chance to flee, I'm not currently at war with you or your people.

Rodetta's grip on her javelin tightened as she noticed he was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, she widened her stance and started to back step at an angle in anticipation of a bullrush attack. Noticing how absolutely large the main deck of the ship was. It looked like a vessel for giants not humans. The morning wind from the cove blew in gently, as if the cove its self was setting the stage for a fight.

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Athinar smirked. "Treasure? Why, the only treasure I wish to find is you, Red." His tone made it clear. He was there to try and kill her. "And Little Red, I'm at war with everyone. Don't feel too special." His creepy, casual manner wasn't an act to try and make her nervous. It was actually how he acted normally.

As she backed up, and prepared her javelin, Athinar would slash his sword at her, still in the sheath, making the thick hard leather, bound in metal, fly towards her helm. It was a distraction, rather than an actual attack. Hoping her eyes would automatically track the sheath, he dashed forward, slashing the katana to the left, horizontally, from the bottom of his ribcage.

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The assailant seemed very set on taking Rodetta on in combat, and she had no choice now but to defend herself. Although she was a warrior through and through, she was not particularly thrilled at the idea of fighting and unknown opponent during a solo scouting mission. But the war gods had decided her fate and she was always prepared. After taunting her again with promises of violence and death, he moved fluidly and fiercely, like a deadly viper, swinging his sword in a manner that was both wild but precise, it was as unnerving as his voice and general demeanor.

She wasn't sure of his strategy so she just played it safe keeping her guard up until, the scabbard of his eastern sword was hurled at her face with the momentum of a swing. She was fast enough to see it but not fast enough entirely avoid the unexpected attack as it clipped her helmet and obstructed her vision. The scabbard was surprisingly heavy and even through her helmet she felt the impact enough to stun her back step for a split second.

Argh, you fiend!! You've sealed your fate now!

But that split second was all it took for the opponent to close the distance and swing his blade in a heavy sideways arc toward her midsection. But Rodetta was disciplined, although her vision was temporarily skewed she kept her shield tight to her body the whole time and the man's blade whipped against her large dragon scale shield with a hybrid scraping and clanging noise. The attack was blocked. But due to his scabbard attack she was too off balance to launch an effective counter attack so she increased her backpedaling to an instant backwards jump which put her a good 6 feet away from the man. Her lightweight armor allowed her to use her full athletic ability even when fully equipped. Her body started to heat up, there was red energy resonating from inside her armor that any magic user could probably sense.

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Athinar raised his eyebrows as she jumped backwards. She had a shield, was she not going to use it? Was she just intent on sticking him with the javelin- oh. Ohohoho. She was magical as well. Not only did she have a shield that could deflect an Adamantine Katana, but there was some sort of red aura coming from her body. Blood magic? Or fire magic? Didn't matter. Athinar had faced countless others like her, in weaker forms, and still won. He'd lost, many more times, but his experience and skill mattered more than raw power.

Dashing forward, he stopped about three feet away, and held the katana with both hands. Thrusting the tip of the blade towards her javelin arm, he tried to bait out a block with the shield. If she blocked, he would summon the Blade of the Void, and grab it with his left hand, transitioning to a Nitojutsu form, or, Two-Sword-Style, he would slash at her elbow from around her shield. However, if she did not block, he would push forward, and try to get within her reach, attempting to run her through the shoulder with the katana.

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This man was skilled, dangerously skilled. Rodetta knew very few humans who could swing a sword so hard and be blocked, only to re-approach with no recoil. Its like he shield was a whetstone for him to grind his sword against. To be able to achieve that sort of form one must be expertly disciplined in the complex eastern arts that Rodetta was vaguely familiar with. But the warriors of the east she had seen before were more measured, more cautious and meditated, like machines. This fiend in black was more like a well of living oil, fluid and slippery with his every move, and he was fast, faster than Rodetta herself but not so much where she couldn't stay competitive. She was an expert in her own discipline.

Now she was able to clear some ground just as he began to dart forward to close the gap to 3 feet from her, but she was not going to be chased down again. Like a Cobra strike she expertly thrust her spear at the man's centre chest area as he dashed forward to approach her, as fast as he was, she still had the reach advantage as her spear was much longer than his blade. She caught him in forward momentum so she was confident her attack would hit somewhere. And to be to close as this attack was unfolding would have him end up impaled on her spear as she jabbed it directly in his attack path. Her feet were planted in the ground and smoke began to rise up from the damp wood of the ship's deck, her body was getting even hotter...

[Assistant] Athinar grinned as she thrust her spear at him. "What's the matter, little Red? Don't want to play with me?" Unlocking the only magic that this form possessed, a blue-green flame shot out of his eyes, and suddenly he was twice as quick and twice as strong. Dancing around the spear, he continued closing the distance, slashing diagonally downward from the right shoulder, holding his adamantine katana in both hands.

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There was no getting around it, Rodetta was not expecting that, she had distance and form on her side, but the assailant countered with some sort of boost to his speed which made her very accurate spear attack miss, as he curved round the tip of her javelin she realised her weapon had side was exposed, she was not going to be able to block this, but she was still in a fight and wasnt going to cower, not yet.

The War princess couldn't do much in the short time before the now double fast man closed in with his attack but she raised her spear arm and rolled her shoulder to attempt to bock or deflect the blade with her gauntlets. It didnt work. She felt the Katanna impact the side of her bicep, glancing off the thicker armor there and cutting into her flesh around her shoulder and her back, only her shoulder roll kept the attack from going clean through her, but it was a devastating strike leaving a large gash from the back of her collarbone to near the back of her elbow. The moment she felt the blade she let the fire inside her surge forward and all around her. This is what her body was heating up for. An instant forcefful Explosion of flames burst out 9 feet in every direction around her. The area attack was small but it was focused. Amplified by the frightening pain of the sword strike, the outwards shockwave was defensive too, pushing the Katanna back so the blade would not dig any deeper into her flesh. The sound of the magical flame explosion rocked the very core of the ship and some of the dryer wood would begin to catch fire.

I don't want to play with you fiend, but the FIRE will play forever.

[Assistant] Athinar saw the glow surge through her body a split-second before he chose to jump backwards, attempting to get away from the flames. While not entirely successful, he did manage to turn his body away, and tuck his head and arms into his body, leather of his outfit taking the brunt of the damage. While still burned, it wouldn't reduce his effectiveness in combat. As soon as he was launched into the air by the shockwave, he threw the katana at the woman, and performed a flip worthy of Errol Flynn. As he landed on his feet, burns causing his left arm to become a burnt, ashy mess, smoke trailing from his outfit, he held out his hand, and summoned the blade. Winking at the girl, he took a sword stance, and held the Blade of the Void in both hands, waiting for her to approach.


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Designation: P24BE01
Age (Magical Girl): 11.

Age (Before Magical Girl): 10 [Note: Appears to have started the process the night just before her birthday, the 14rd of August, with the process ending shortly past midnight on the 15th of August.– SΞ]

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Appearance:

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Charlie listened to Su's explanation with a relaxed posture; he was a bit tense before as he expected a fight, but now he was all smiles. "Oh, we're not superheroes. We just...larp. Like super hardcore. Right Janice?" Now he received a slap to her cheek from the miffed girl, and he only laughed in response. "Don't mind her. She can be a bit moody." Noida hard her arms behind her back as she cocked her head form side to side, pouting. "But still, what a bummer! I was hoping we'd get to do some heroics!" When Su mentioned the ice cream, Charlie lifted an eyebrow. "A hotel, you say? Well now, that would sound wonderful. Especially if I get treated by such a pretty girl-Oof!" Suddenly, Janice punched Charlie. She stared intensely at Su. "Will there be...Ice cream?" She asked with a soft voice, very uncharacteristic for her tough appearance and violent attitude.
"Sure there is!" Helga responded, happy to see that the situation resolved itself. "Come on, I know the way there." After Charlie was lifted up by Noida, the whole group began walking there, Charlie still holding his arm. "Ooh, talk about jealous..." He muttered. Soon they were at the hotel. When the gang was busy admiring the lobby, Su whispered about the attack to Helga. Helga then quickly excused herself and dashed up the building.

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Penny's attack wasn't very effective against Mika. She seemed to be fairly resilient, and the electricity coursing through Penny was little more than a static shock to her. It made her uncomfortable, but wasn't going to weaken her grip too much. It did make her hair stand up on end however.
"I'm going to have to groom my hair again!" When paired with her sprint, Penny was able to shake off Mika with little effort. The beast girl fell onto her back as soon as Penny dove off the roof. She giggled when she landed.
"Yay! I chased off the champion! Boteg's going to be so proud of me!" She cheered as she saw Penny flee from the scene.

"Mika! Are you okay?" Helga appeared from the rooftop entrance of the hotel alongside Sue. "Su just told me what happened, and we got back as soon as we could. Did the champion attack?"

"I'm fine" Mika lifted her legs into the air and kicked forward, which was enough to get her onto her feet. "I think that was the champion person that Boteg kept talking about." Mika folded her arms behind her back. "She fled right away, but I got a really good look at her!" She giggled. "She was really strong, and felt like she was made out of metal or something. She didn't look like she should have felt that hard though." Mika's grin widened. "Like a cyborg?"

Helga gasped in surprise, and nodded. "...If that is true...Then we have a bigger fish to fry than we thought." She offered her hand to Mika. "Now, let's go back. We have a couple of customers staying overnight, but I'll take care of them." She turned back to her maid uniform. "You get some good night's sleep, okay? We'll talk more tomorrow." And with that, the Golden Grove hotel had it's first magical encounters beyond Boteg's forces. It remained to be seen whether it would be the last.

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When the sun was starting to show itself at the crack of dawn, Helga was already awake, delivering breakfast to Charlie's Angels who had stayed in the hotel and were now eating at the small restaurant at the bottom floor. While the other two had normal ones, Janice had a big banana split ice cream. Not only that, but she used a small spoon to eat it carefully, once again showing a different side than her initial impression had to tell.
"Hey Janice, leave some for me!" Noida exclaimed with a big smile, and cut a piece of the banana. Charlie was leaning back on the teetering chair, his hands behind his back. "Ahh, this is the life...I feel like a celebrity." Helga then appeared, and bowed. "I'm glad you have enjoyed your stay. Now here's the bill." Charlie gasped. "Oh crap, that's expensive...Uuuhh...Noida, you got cash?"

It was then that Su heard something at street-level. When she peered outside, she saw that at the end of the street was a massive horde of monsters; they resembled skeletons, with rusty, broken weapons and armor. They seemed to have a purpose to their wandering, as they were walking away from the direction of the hotel. "Come on, you gotta pay somehow." Helga was still occupied with Charlie, her cheeks puffed as she put her hands to her hips.. "Do I have to call the manager here? He's the kind of fellow you don't want to mess with!"

"It's fine, Helga. I was the one who invited them over." Su was standing by a window, watching the monsters walk around outside. "So long as they didn't damage anything in their room, we can let them go without paying. Just this once at least." She didn't look away from the window. "But maybe next time, don't eat quite that much ice cream."

Janiuce's ears perked up, and she looked down at her ice cream, blushing profusely. Charlie immediately stood up, shaking his head. "Oh no no. I will pay, for serious. I'm not the kind of guy who'd dine and dash. I just realized I should have only reserved one room instead of two." Now Noida was the one who slapped him, not breaking her smile at all. "We can work the money off too, right Charlie?" Charlie blinked. "Uhh, yeah! Are you fine with that? Please?" Helga smirked. "Well, we might...Hey Su, you saw something?"

Su stepped away from the window. "Yes, I just saw some very strangely dressed men outside. I don't remember a parade event being scheduled, and it's a little early for Halloween." Su looked towards the group with her arms folded. "Very convincing outfits." She shot Helga a worried look. "I hope Mika doesn't get distracted by it all. She's very much into Halloween, and those skeletons look very life like."

Helga immediately realized what Su meant, and she turned towards the gang. "Um, I'll put it on the tab. I gotta go...clean rooms. Goodbye."

"I should also head off." Su immediately followed after Helga, half breaking into a sprint.

 Charlie blinked, but didn't say anything until she left. "Strange maid...Really cute, though-Ooof!"

Helga and Su hurried to the rooftop, where they saw the last glimpses of the skeleton legion turn a corner. Helga transformed, making sure her incantation was drowned by the wind, and then looked at Su. "Monsters...There might be other girls too. Let's check it out, Su."

Su had transformed on her way to the rooftop when no one was looking. Her magic permitted such types of quiet, fast transformations. "I suppose it can't be helped. They could have at least waited for me to eat breakfast first." Su passed a tiny cyclone between her hands. "All the more reason to take care of this quickly."

Helga had a wide smile on her lips. "That's what I like to hear." And with that, she jumped off the roof, landing on another one. As the two approached the skeletons, they realized that there was a magical girl at the scene, watching the skeletons. "Hey, what are you doing? Aren't you going to fight them?" She yelled out at the mysterious stranger.

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Lily woke up with a bit of a wobble to her step, holding her head.
"Ooh...Did I see a vision in my dreams? It was something about...A dragon..It looked like...It was in pain..."
She was still wondering about that when she stepped out of the bathroom, her pajama shirt hanging off one shoulder and her hair upright due to static electricity.
"Morning, Alex," she called to him as she turned to the kitchen. "I saw something in my dream, it was-Aaagh!" She lifted her leg up in shock at the weasel. One of her eyes twitched as she a look of utter disbelief.
"Uhhh....What is this? Did you buy Bob a new friend?" She grabbed a bowl, and ate cereal from it as she sat down at the kitchen table. "Well...I guess it doesn't matter. I've decided that I want to go to school here. Ixion has promised to forge me the papers for it. But, uhh...Would you be fine with that?" She looked down her bowl. "I mean, I feel like I need to...see other people. I realized after our talk that I...I'm not the best with people, and relationships. So I thought, maybe I could try and make friends. Uhh, friends other than you, haha." She went back to stuffing her face with cereal, regretting her awkwardness.

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The Beacon HQ's magical girls had a rude awakening, as sirens blared out across the facility. "Alert! Monsters have been sighted!" Sylvia announced on the loudspeakers. "Assemble at the briefing hall!"
Magical girls arrived to the hall with chairs littered haphazardly across the floor, and a giant monitor at the back wall. Sylvia spoke at the front. She opened the TV, and a map of Penrose was on it, with two red dots.
"We have identified the location of two sightings. One is at the Penrose Stadium, where a baseball game was just interrupted by a bunch of mummy-looking creatures. They are reported to attack with their bandages. The other group is a coven of witches: Halloween-looking hags, with green skin and curled noses. They're flying on broomsticks around the cathedral, here." She pointed with a stick at the map. "Alicia, Sally, you will lead separate squads to these locations, with reserves on standby." Sally nodded with a determined look, her ears flopping on her head as she did. "Penny, Aurelio and Cherry, you will be in Sally's team, and Summer and Janet will be in Alicia's, with volunteers as the rest. Our priority is to act fast, and eliminate the monsters before they cause further damage. Any questions?"

[Assistant] "That's Tim" Alexander said when Lily noticed the weasel "And no, I didn't pick him up. He was just hanging out in Bob's cage when we got home, and I have no idea how he got in there." He shook his head before going back to eating. Then Lily mentioned wanting to go to school "You...actually want to go back to school?" He sighed "I mean, if you actually want to go back to that hellhole, more power to you. It makes no fucking sense to me, but more power to you anyway." Alexander then found Tim on the table, staring at him "oh...right" He took a long strip of bacon from his plate, and handed it to the tiny creature "Here, go nuts." Tim proceeded to do just that, snatching the offered strip of fried pig flesh and rapidly consuming it.

[User]
Speedwagon took a deep breath, in through her nose, and paused. This... wasn't what she expected to smell from this mystery girl. Bloody hell. This girl... she's the type that's got a true sense of justice! The type who looks cold at a first glance, but her blood runs passionate and burns inside! And from deep within her heart, she felt the familiar thrumming of her Power come to life, telling her to...

Joanna whispered to Speedwagon, taking advantage of their close proximity to do so. "Your intuition, does it say that she...?"

Speedwagon's eyes flickered to Joanna. "I don't think she's the one," she whispered back. "I think she would help us find them, though."

"Those creatures we just saw..." Speedwagon said at a normal volume. "I'd heard stories of them in my travels, even caught sight of them a couple of times. Call them what you like - Thunderbirds, The Morphs." Speedwagon pushed the brim of her hat up slightly. "But they don't exactly fly down to Penrose for migration season."

As Speedwagon began explaining about The Morphs, Joanna was in the midst of sorting out her own feelings. Something about this mysterious girl seemed... familiar, somehow. Almost as if she knew this girl from somewhere, more than just that passing glance back at that intersection. Was this girl part of a past life? Or her future, and that destiny that she was Fated to claim?

"...I think this is the kind of conversation we should really sit down for, though." Speedwagon pulled out her cell phone - several phone generations old, but when that was classified in years or months, not quite as old as you'd expect. "I have the feeling we have a lot to talk about, and not just about The Morphs being in town. Like our leads on what happened at that intersection."

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[System]
Super Powered name(optional): The Shifter

Power(s): Dimensional warping (Teleportation, short term precognition)

Power Item: Glasses; allows him to temporarily pull items from other realities into this one with intense concentration

Appearance(picture or description):

Allegiance(Hero, Anti, Villain): Anti, just wants to be left alone

Personality: David has always been a quiet person. He's fairly socially anxious, and would just rather be left alone then have to deal with people most of the time. However, when it comes to the few people David is comfortable around, or when his is just plain alone, he's a bit of a sentimental guy. When he isn't busy trying to be the emotionless shadow he is in crowds, he can be quite the sap.

History: David was born and raised in Greyshire, although few his age would ever recognize him. With the exception of the small group of friends he had, David did everything he could to ensure that he was left alone. For some reason, he just never seemed to want to deal with most people. He was an only child, and his parents never thought much of his reclusive tendencies. Although he still attended college during the year, he still preferred the quiet and lack of people in Greyshire.

When the bomb came down, David had been walking around in the park. At first, he thought his life was flashing before his eyes, and he was seeing how things could have been. However, he also started to see things that hadn't happened yet. Certain he was going crazy, David ran home, and cowered in his room.

When David woke up the next morning, he noticed several things. First, the weird visions he had weren't as intense when his glasses were off. Secondly, he now occasionally was catching glimpses of things that shouldn't be there; things that didn't belong where they were but no one noticed. Certain he was going crazy, David began to distance himself more and more from his friends and family.

The night before the government's forces arrived, David had his most vivid vision yet. He saw what would happen to his friends. His family. His home. He also saw that if he couldn't make himself suddenly disappear, he would die too. To this day, David doesn't know how he managed to teleport that first time. However, after gathering his things and thinking long and hard about where to go, he suddenly found himself at his aunt and uncle's apartment in New York. To this day, David doesn't know if what he did was right. However, all he knows now is that in between his powers, the government, and a huge city of people he doesn't know, David just wants to disappear.

[User]
Ved
He smiled gently, moving the box of steaming pizza in his direction, after he took a slice, he rose a shaky hand and took a piece himself. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully, enjoying the flavor of it, as well as the dry spice to it.

"For the time being, please, call me Ved. It was the nickname my Mother gave me when I was young."

He said quietly with a subtle smile, reaching up and scratching slowly on one of the shaved sides of his head. His fingers, like himself, were long and thin, and his hands were incredibly cold.

"And what would you like me to call you?"

He asked as he lifted the slice to his mouth again and chewing slowly, then setting the slice on top of the closed box as a makeshift plate. He took in the man's appearance slowly, making sure to notice little details that would otherwise go over-looked.

[Assistant]
I hope I can trust her, After half a minute John had gotten the lock to open. Inside the safe was three papers and two numbered USBs. Folding the papers he placed them and the USBs in a pouch on his belt and stood to look around the burning room. Water had started to come out of the sprinklers in the ceiling.

Thinking it over for a moment, John forced his shadow to form a glove on around his hands. "Sorry Jerome, but we can't risk it." John moved from computer to tower to terabyte tower smashing each. Soon the room looked worse then it began with.

As John moved towards the window part of the ceiling came down blocking it. damn, He turned and ran into the hallway. Most of it was fire, but on the opposite end was another window. Jogging to the other end, John looked out the window it sat just above the building next door. Taking a couple steps back before running and jumping through the window. Glass cutting his arms as he smashed through it. huf, He was just short, and landed on the edge of the roof. Using his shadow to form hooks again, John slowly climbed down.

Taking the long way around to the meeting place, he was starting to feel worn. Stopping in a dark ally to avoid police cars flying down the road. He had a moment to catch his breath. Finally reaching the meeting place, he turned to the corner and asked two things, "Can I trust you, and is he still breathing?"

[User]
When Amelia reached the meeting point, she laid the man on the ground and started doing what she could to clear the man's lungs of any smoke. Though he was breathing on his own, his breaths were shallow and it was clear enough he was struggling. Just being in clearer air seemed to be helping, however, she had no idea if he'd wake soon or not. She was pretty sure proper care after inhaling smoke like he had required a manual resuscitator, and a small knot was forming on the back of his head. Throw in the preliminary burns from the initial exposure to the blaze, and she was amazed he was still alive. Fifteen blocks was no walk in the park, after all.

"I don't even know where the nearest hospital is," Amelia muttered irritably, wondering, not for the first time, if she should have left him outside of the building. At least when emergency services had arrived, he would've received more appropriate medical care. Not only that, but for all she knew, she'd just taken the man for his attacker.

Before she could dwell on the man's condition any longer, the masked man joined Amelia in the alley and fired off two questions as soon as he saw her. Standing from the crouch she'd been in by the man's side, her lips pulled down into a frown. He seemed to have his priorities pretty straight, but he was the one in a mask, and that first question should've been what she was asking. Regardless, she answered him after a few beats of silence between them.

"I'd like to think you can," Amelia responded, glancing over her shoulder at the unconscious man. "He's still breathing, but he's struggling. His arms have burns - probably second degree, given his proximity to the flames, and his head injury seems mild, despite the knot on the back of his head. On the upside, he's not bleeding." She ticked off the man's condition with her fingers as she spoke, then looked expectantly at the masked man. "Are you trustworthy?"

[Assistant]
Elijah had been sitting on top of his building on and off for days, but this particular moment seemed to change the way the top of his building feels to him. His "Happy place" was the top of his roof, bad that quickly became a place of espionage when he'd witnessed both a fire in a building a few blocks away, and two fleeing civilians. He'd observed intently the girl scale the burning building downwards with a man on her back, and shortly after watched a man run from around the building. Elijah's first thought portrayed two people setting a fire in an apartment then fleeing with their victim. But as they ran down the street into the alley way across from his apartment, their conversation would signify they didn't know each other.

Elijah forwarded his brow as he watched the girl examine the body than give her analysis to the man with the mask. "Two masked people in one city; seems like a trend." Elijah whispered to himself in a cavalier tone. Elijah focused on the two people, starring at them with beaming eyes. The sound waves that their voices were emitting danced in the air, and the more Elijah focused the clearer the waves became. Elijah focused more on the sound waves rather than the two people. He could hear their voices now, as clear as day. The females voice and the masked man's voice could be heard as if they were right next to Elijah. "They don't even know each other..." Elijah concluded as he eavesdropped on their conversation.

Elijah thought about modifying his sound waves to make it so they were audible only to those two people, but Elijah wasn't confident enough in his powers and didn't want risk looking like and idiot talking to himself on a roof. So, he decided he listen in only. As he listened in, his mind started to wander thinking about conspiracies against people like him. He was almost certain he wasn't the only person with powers, so he knew he wasn't the only person being hunted.  could these two be different people hunting the same person?, Elijah thought. That theory stuck in his head now, it made sense why the girl was carrying the man and why they didn't know each other.  They may have answers to everything that's been happening lately...

[User]
Letting out a sigh of relief John relaxed. "Let's hope you can seeing how you just pulled my lead into JTechs out of the jaws of death." he said with gratitude in his voice. Surely this could have gone worse. Jerome was a good man, and deserved better than just being killed off by JTechs.

He took in the woman in front of him for a moment before continuing. Her nails catching his eye for a second, but he'd seen worse down in Haven. Looking her in the eye as he took a few steps forward, his Stigma Eye glowing lightly. "That man is Jerome Owens the brother of Jackson Owens who is the Vise President of JTeachs. Jerome has been helping other people like us. His brother has been tempted to also start helping, but something has gone wrong. "

John hoped that he wasn't going to far by trusting her, but she was like him so she most want so type of payback for what happened. If she was one of them it might be good to have a bit of backup in nasty situations. John crouched next to Jerome to check his pulse, I I need to get him somewhere safe. You can come with me if you wish, but if you do you have to swear to me that we will trust each other." he picked up Jerome, and turned to face her. "I guess to show a sign of good faith I am Dr. Stigma, though to some I am John Gruger."

[Assistant]
Lexx thought back to the few news he'd seen about his own actions. The murders he had committed. Some people in various forums had began using a nickname for the perpetrator. For him.

"Well, apparently, people are starting to call me 'The Black Mist Assassin'. How silly. And long." He said with a serious face looking in front of him at nothing in particular. He then took a bite from his slice of pizza before continuing. "Just call me Lexx."

"So . . . Ved, before we continue our previous conversation, you should learn something first." Black dust surrounded his left arm and took the shape of a long blade he held in his hand which he swung violently just stopping at a hair's breadth of Ved's throat. He stood there for a moment in silence and took another bite from his pizza slice. "We barely talked for a minute and you already trust me enough to meet me in person? What if I was someone grateful to the people who did this because of my new-found powers? And you? You basically stated publicly you are against the people who did this. If we are to work together, I need you alive. And meeting strangers like this, especially ones with powers like these, is . . .", he paused for added drama ". . .bad for your health." Either all what Lexx said was true and Ved was too trustworthy, or he had dangerous powers with which he could defend himself. If the latter was true, Lexx would hope he'd showcase it as he was curious too see them. If the former was true Lexx could only hope he had learned his lesson.

Lexx let go of the blade and it disintegrated into black dust before vanishing. "Now. The organization you were speaking of. As I recall my last question was about it's intentions. Oh, and I'm also curious about how many people have joined it already."

[User]
Ved
He watched the blade fly towards his neck, and he remained combletely calm, almost uncaring towards the threat on his life. He knew people, he knew them in a way that was nearly superhuman. He rarely misjudged a person, and on that rare occassion it'd be something trivial like a favorite band or movie. He had never once been wrong about whether or not he could trust someone, and he knew he could Trust this person, Lexx. He also, frankly, had very little value for his own life, given his poor health, and that someone else would eventually surpas him in the fight for superhuman rights.

"Someone in support of a 'terrorist' attack don't often kill it's Members."
He mumrmured gently in response, pushing a bit of hair from his eyes
"Our intention is simple, we aim for unification of Man and Mutant, we have abilities that the world could use to the benefit everyone occupying it, and that opprotunity shouldn't be wasted on account of simple bigotry. I've personally amassed a few thousand people worldwide, primarily hacking communities and so forth, and we are supported by several humanitarian organizations."

His pocket buzzed gently, and he touched the phone through his jeans. An explosion had occured in New-York, and a woman had been seen scalling the side of the burning building, then fleeing the scene with a man on her shoulder. Still using only his contact with the phone, he entered the street-camera server, his left eye reflecting what he saw. It flashed as the explosion took place, as he watched the girl climb the building he suddenly recognized her, she had clearly lived in grayshire, but he had seen her before, her name was Amelia, and she had been kind. To him on several occasions, brief encounters at stores and such, but he doubted she would remember him, especially by name.

[Assistant]
David woke up violently, thrashing around for a few moments to free himself from his latest nightmare. He reached up and felt his forehead. It was drenched in sweat. In general, he felt terrible. David had never slept well, but his powers certainly didn't help in that regard. The intense visions that only visited him occasionally in the waking world plagued his mind at night. All the things that were, could have been, and might be rapidly flashed before him in his sleep. David stood up, and dusted himself off. Not willing to return to the realm of his visions for a bit, and got dressed, and went into his living room.

David thought back to his encounter in Grayshire. He had only heard bits and pieces of the conversation. What little he did, know, though, was it had something to do with those symbols back in Grayshire. David had seen them before, but thought little of them at the time. Remembering the news site the man in the trench coat had been on, David opened the page on his own computer. He glanced over it, finding nothing of particular interest. Then, he saw the symbol. Clear as day, as if it was just another advert, the symbol was there. David began to contemplate his next move.

For once, David wanted one of his visions to come to him. While they tended to offer more questions then answers, they tended to give him an idea of what awaited him down a particular path. However, this path was clouded. There were so many different endings down this path, he couldn't piece any of them together.

Eventually, David came to a decision. He had had his fill of being left in the dark. It was time to find out what happened to his home. Taking a deep breath, he scrolled over to the symbol, and clicked on it.