[System]
Leon Kohlberg
"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
 Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
 Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
 Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
 Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
 Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is only the beginning."

[User]
Alex

Alex was puzzled for a moment before he saw that the message the man had typed out. He read it quickly then said, "I'm Alex, don't worry about the hand, whatever you did fixed it real quick." Alex glanced at the meep on his shoulders, "Yeah guess I've got powers, not sure who. Only thing I can do is control blades." He demonstrated by hurling his pocket knife away and having it boomerang back. Though the blade was moving fast Alex was utterly confident it wouldn't cut him. "Which is cool but kinda vague unlike yours. You got a plan to deal bardman? Seems like going back to normal life might be pretty hard with your powers and... difficulty speaking?" He wasn't sure why he was asking. Sure Alex could offer him a place to stay but that was a short term solution, then he his hands rummaging through his pockets idly touched the card he'd swiped. "If you don't have any better ideas you can try looking here. The guy handing out these asked for people to come to the address." Alex offered. It seemed like the best idea right now for the unfortunate mute.

[Assistant]
John

Having composed himself, John decided it was time to go home. With a murder like this, all his plans for the day were scrapped (and he was having more trouble then he should have remembering them anyway). Getting out of he seat, he grabbed his bag and went out the door. When he got out, he opened up his bag to find his phone. As he rummaged around inside of it, he felt something soft and furry "Oh no...not now" with a sigh, John pulled out the offending object to find it was his pet Danny "Danny...how many times have I told you not to do this? I'm still not even sure why you keep on hiding in my bag." Danny (who was used to being handled my humans like this, and thus totally fine with John holding him like this) simply stared at John, as he was unable to reply. However, his attention was quickly grabbed by something behind John. Noticing this, John turned around to find...

...a Meep? "Is...that what I think it is?" John asked himself, clearly not believing what he was seeing. Taking note of them, the Meep flew over to John and Danny, stopping right in front of the ferret. The two then proceeded to stare at each other "well if I am crazy, the poor Danny here clearly is too. Don't worry little buddy, it's just a Meep, he won't hurt you." 'unless Bard throws him at you' went unsaid "but if there's a Meep here, then that must mean..." he quickly thought back to the shield "...someone like me must be too. I'm not the only one with the powers of a character from a video game" Then John looked at the card "could this be why I was given this; because someone could tell what I was? So does that mean that people did see the shield?" John thought about this sudden revelation for a little bit "Clearly, there must be more people like me. The question is; do I want to find them? Oh who am I kidding, there's no way I'll be able to avoid this forever. I might as well jump into whatever this is that I've found myself in. But how would I find others like me, without drawing the attention of the un-involved?" The first answer that came to mind was the card, however something else also popped into his head "...The shield. Braum's shield should serve as a beacon to others like me, while others would simply write me off as a cosplayer." he had seen enough people walking the streets in bizarre outfits for that to make sense. Having made his decision, he quickly checked for anyone nearby. When he was sure that he was clear, he summoned the shield to his side. trying to lift it up, he found it heavy, but not too heavy to lift "well at least I should be able to lug this around without much trouble. I just have to hope that I don't get into a fight"

[User]
Aelia Stark

At least the two were friendly. A small smile began to creep its way back onto her lips as they spoke, saying that she could stay as long as she wanted and she could even help tidy up the place if she so wished. While Aelia wasn't really that good at cleaning or cooking or whatever else they would like for her to do, she could certainly try. She was the kind of person to leap at the thought of helping someone, no matter what-- even at the cost of something precious to her.

Erick appeared like he was a person that knew what he was doing-- the other male, Alex, seemed like a fun person to be around. It was a wonderful balance; the atmosphere in the living room was neither too solemn nor too light-hearted in this situation. Aelia's lips only curled further once she noted that the brunette had sent the text message to the number on the business card. Hopefully, this whole "power" business would be solved soon.

"I really do appreciate all the help," Aelia repeated herself, leaning back into the couch as she spoke. "But I feel like I should be getting some rest. I feel exhausted from everything that happened in that cafe..."

The brunette fell onto her side, leaning her head against the soft cushions of the couch. She closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into the soft material, her face considerably more relaxed than it had been before. Maybe she should just take a cat nap; perhaps things would be much clearer than it was when she woke up once more.

[Assistant]
Erick watched as Aelia snuggled into the couch and disappeared into the hall momentarily, reappearing with a soft fleece blanket pulled from one of the spare beds in the apartment, and tossed it over Aelia as she got comfortable. "That'll be better, I think. Blankets are almost always better than no blankets." He offered, smiling at her as he walked over to Alexander, sitting down behind the other man, who was firing up his computer. "Now, seriously?" Alex looked over his shoulder, smiling at his friend and nodding as he double clicked the client, pulling up League of Legends.

"Yes, now, man. No time like the present, besides it clears my mind. Plus, I'm making the push for Diamond, I want to get it before the end of the season. I can do it, I think." As he spoke, the call sign of his favorite champion: Ezreal, filled the room: Time for a true display of skill! "All my dreams will come true if I just believe. The man on the TV said so, and he never lies."

"I'm going to watch you play and make snide remarks about every mistake you make, baddie."

"Wouldn't have it any other way…" Alex muttered, as Erick looked down at his phone, reading the text message that he'd received in turn. Thinking for a second, he nodded after a moment of careful consideration.

"After that game we gotta go. I hope it's quick. I'd much rather just make sense of this on our own, but..." He trailed off, shrugging as he punched out another text to the number:
We'll be there in about an hour. I don't plan on staying for long, but I'll be dropping off a girl you gave the business card to.

@Leolycan

[User]
"You're right." Leon mumbled almost absentmindedly as he dumped the bloodstained clothes into the laundry bag after he was thoroughly questioned by the police. Of course, it was sensible. They just saw a guy holding bloodstained clothes, and immediately primed him as the suspect. Good thing, though, that some of the clients were able to vouch for him, and convince the police that he was the one who tried to save the man, but his efforts failed him. "Let's go outside." the lad shambled out, his right hand gripping the hem of his sleeve-less shirt quite tightly. One of the women's words really kept replaying in his mind: 'maybe you're one of us' or something like that. No, it wasn't a big, fat maybe. He, indeed, was really one of them. He had already awakened a few weeks back, and had tried his best to live a normal life. If there was something that Leon knew in his life, it was that bringing yourself to unnecessary spotlight is like waltzing towards a flame-- you will get burned. Leon had little intention to show his own capabilities, but the idea of being in a group that understood his dilemma was nigh on impossible to ignore.

He wanted company; he wanted friends who shared his sorrow. But, he had his past to look forward to.

As he sat down outside with the blue-eyed maiden, the barista leaned back on the wall, stretching his arms until his hands rested comfortably behind his head. His lavender eyes looked at the graying skies, a grim reminder of how quickly a day can turn into a nightmare. Then, he turned his gaze to the blue-eyed maiden, unable to tear his gaze from her for a few seconds. "It's crazy, really. And, my classes don't even start until three in the afternoon." Leon sighed, releasing some of his pent-up tension. "And, I have little reason to go and attend it."

His eyes went back to the muffin-witch, observing her interaction with one of the smokers. It seemed that everyone who had openly showed their powers, whether accidental or purposely, were given a card. A card which he had no idea what was written on it. And, the blue-eyed maiden had one of those cards. For all he knew, they were being recruited into an organization or a private army where their powers will be used to take over the world or something. After all, he didn't see how mere human means could fend off an ice lady or a woman who could survive near-searing heat. "Would you really go with them? Things would become complicated, in my opinion. But, I guess," Leon looked at her again, now crossing his arms over his chest. "That that is your choice. It must have been hard, huh? Waking up to sudden powers that are beyond our wildest dreams..."

Still, what the man said had a point. Leon hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help listening to a weird conversation. Power can get through one's head, and it certainly did at one point in Leon's awakening. However, he managed to control such urges... for now. After all, what was there to gain by destroying buildings without prior cause? A waste of his time, and other people's time. However, as he tried to process everything so far, he heard a sudden noise-- almost like a horn-- that reverberated through the air, but it vanished as quickly as it resounded. Leon's eyes searched left and right for the source of the noise, but hesitated otherwise to act in case that this was one of this smoker's schemes to cause him to use his ability. Leon didn't know much about life, but he knew that if he played his cards right, he'd win the jackpot of never ever being bothered by card-wielding vagabonds ever again.


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
Hobgoblin Gird  Waiting to pounce >>>> Rescue Operation /// Day 5 // Evening

Claws dug in deep. One hand clasped around its throat preventing any attempt at a scream as the life was literally drained from the poor troll. The other trolls looked on as their brother slowly faded away to nothing more than skin and bones. The other trolls were only aware of the assailant after the troll fell to its side. A pale hobgoblin, latched onto their friend like a leach or a parasite.

Gird stood after feasting from his meal. The troll wasn't quite dead yet, it was more of a husk a shell of its former self. Bending down ever so deliberately closer and closer to the trolls face and its hollow dead eyes. This show, this sadistic side of him wasn't to try to scare what was ever left of this troll. No, this troll was already gone and would die soon. He could see its power fading by the moment. This show was for the other trolls. To strike them with fear.

Stopping for only a moment the hobgoblin smiled then quickly he bit down hard onto the trolls neck with savagery and fury he has rarely shown to even his fellow goblins. Gird brought the chunk of flesh up letting blood poor down his face and chest. The dyeing troll had a few more death throes to get out of the way before finally stopping for good. "For Duvelna." He spoke a simple prayer, looking at the trolls in front of him.

Looking at them he smiled only for a second that seemed like hours before running right at them. Dipping and dodging in between them, Gird moved quickly. Clawing at whichever of them got in his way. However, these trolls were not his intended target. They were just in his way. You see Gird didn't seem all that eager to engage the alpha troll just yet. Instead, he made a mad dash for the captive goblin in an attempt to release him and hopefully gain one more attacker in this fight. Even if the goblin ran off, he would still be an excellent distraction.

Lord

EXP: 12

Inventory: 1x small skull,

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Hobgoblin Luz

@Jangel13@Kheliop@Crusader Lord@Duthguy@Wildman13@kuroku@Guy0fV4lor

Thanks to Luz's bracelet Luz could actually see one of the troll's aura get sucked right into Gird body as Gird held on to him for dear life. Luz waited for one of the other troll to assisted that particular troll, however, it seems to take none of the other troll wanted to play the hero...which was smart, cowardly but smart. Nevertheless, Luz couldn't help but look down at the rest of the troll for there lack of effort to save their leader, then again the leader probably never earn his respect in the first place in which case this was just bound to happen soon or later.

Luz then stepped out of the shadows for a mind to join the side of Gird after he killed the other troll. "Mind if i borrow a piece of this troll flesh, i promise to make good use of it." She told him calmly as she used her sword to cut a slab of meat of the dead troll's arm with her sword and then she made some webs and stuck that meat to her back before retying her spear over it.

Then Luz join Gird in his conflict as the guy dodged and weave through the rest of the trolls, Gird got through two of them using his speed now he had one more to get through, So Luz decided to help by picking up a stone and throwing to the right eye of the last troll using both her pinpoint strike and her strong Hobgoblin arms. This would create a blind spot so that Gird could do what he wants to do.

[User]
@Wildman13@demonspade64@ReusableSword@Kheliop@Crusader Lord@Guy0fV4lor

The goblin in the cage growled as he watched them try their best to attack. While he would admit that goblin with the sword was impressive. Nothing his old tribe used could have even put a dent in that hide yet he could sever a fucking leg! Where has he been?! He was still enraged and wanted to kill that alpha for what he did to his family. Soon the pale goblin came to him and he stood back as he opened his cage making him smirk. He then said "what took you so long?" as he made it way out just in time to see one of the gonlins try to strike the back of the knee of the alpha.

However, that strike was less then effective. All it did was brush against it's leg like metal brushing against stone. He growled and said ""damn it what did I say!?" he called to her before he jumped down and ran towards the alpha and he took the spear from her before he climbed onto it's back while it was still distracted with the gonlins with the sword. He then got to it's shoulder and hit it hard the blade piercing the neck and causing a gush of blood to cover his face. He got hit with the club though and crashed against the wall of the cave hard as he coughed blood. "I told you his neck was weak" he said with bloody teeth

[Assistant]
Hobgoblin Gird  Rescue Operation >>>> Kill the beast while its wounded /// Day 5 // Evening

Gird watched for a moment as the new goblin ran off toward the Alpha. Hesitating for only a moment, the pale hobgoblin followed the newcomer and watched him grab a spear. He said something about the neck being the weak spot before striking at the alphas neck. Gird watched as the spear pierced its skin rather easily. However, the ogre countered quickly and swiped the smaller goblin off his shoulder.

Seeing an opening, Gird leaped up onto the alpha. Staying close to its body so it would have greater trouble swinging at him. He eventually made it to its neck and raised his right arm. Straightening his fingers, hand, and arm, Gird quickly used power in the skull he still had for one swift blow.

In an instant he would try to plunge his arm into the wound the other goblin created before sinking his teeth into its neck as well. Biting, tearing, ripping, clawing, and eating his way into the beast as fast and as veracious as he could before the creature could get a chance at throwing him off.

This attempt might kill him, but he will try his best to inflict as much damage as he could to try to save his brothers and sisters.

Lord

EXP: 12

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:


[System]
General Overview

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Gender: Female
Age: 16
Hometown: Nacrene City, Unova
Life Goal: World renowned artist

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Characterization

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Appearance: Margo is average height for a girl, about 5'4", with a slender face and high cheekbones, freckles dappled around her nose and under her eyes. She boasts long, curly auburn hair that ends around the small of her back and is usually styled in a plethora of ways: ponytails, pigtails, braids, straight, etc. Margo has a nice sunkissed look to her skin most of the time from her outdoor activities, and rarely shows off her beautiful crooked smile. Bright green eyes are always alert and full of life, observing her surroundings more closely than most people, sometimes hidden under her thick eyebrows. She's usually seen wearing shorts or overalls with a breezy t-shirt when she's travelling, sometimes donning a large beach hat. Inside she's almost always wearing a grandmotherly-looking knit cardigan that's beginning to look ratty with age. Platform flip-flops are her best friend.

Biography: Margaret Mazarin was born to a family of Pokemon Breeders, famously known for their Pokemon Daycare, in Nacrene City. While their work place was on Route 3, Margaret's parents (Sabrina and Mackenzie) lived up the street in Nacrene City in one of the non-traditional warehouse homes. They made an honest living working at the daycare center and enjoyed their work more than most, taking pride in returning trainers their pokemon with a 'new and improved' speech. After Margaret was born, her mother and father would take turns watching her and running the daycare, until she was old enough to bring along with them and help her learn their work early on.

Margo had an uneventful life as she grew up and went to school. She was always a very smart student--especially with the library in her town a big resource for studying--and never made waves among her classes. Her favorite class had to be art, and as she began to realize her passion she started to drift slowly but surely from her parents. While never wishing to disrespect her parents, their constant comments about how much less time she was joining them at work was beginning to irk her. At 14, she finally had an outburst at dinner about how she didn't want to be a breeder like her parents and her grandparents and her great-grandparents. She wanted to become an artist that would influence people for years to come. Her mother cried at the sudden emotion her little girl expressed; the thought that her daughter didn't want to do what they did hadn't crossed her mind.

This outburst would introduce the next grudging year, the 15-year old becoming ever more rebellious towards her parents and their (gentle) pushing to help their daughter understand that being an artist wasn't easy and that becoming a pokemon breeder was just as respectable and influential. Margo would ignore their advances, closing her door and turning up her music while she worked instead. The inevitable happened eventually though--her parents sat her down and talked to her about what she planned to do with the rest of her life and how she was going to accomplish her dreams of becoming an artist. Surprisingly, they were supportive of their daughter and wished that she could see they wanted her to become a pokemon breeder to at least get her start in life when she was still practicing her art. Unsurprisingly, Margaret could not see her parent's points, clouded by teenage hormones and a rebellious feeling growing stronger by the minute in the pit of her stomach. Thus, she could only hear 'no,' 'no,' and 'no.'

So, she left. With a backpack of essentials and the money earned from her time at the daycare, Margaret fled Nacrene City with a letter left for her parents. Thankfully, Castelia City was a hop, skip, and a jump away and thus she was able to find a ship headed for Septoh and boarded it before her parents were able to piece together what their beloved only daughter had done. Her parents were left broken, while Margo felt renewed and alive as she sailed away to a brand new place with brand new people.

Personality: Margaret, to be blunt, is a typical teenage girl. She can be sweet and caring, annoying and smart-alecky, moody and irrational. The list only goes on and on. One of her most prominent traits would be how much of a pushover she can be, though. Her parents had ingrained in her from the very beginning that 'the customer is always right,' and that philosophy has become so burned into her brain that her actions revolve around the saying--except everyone is a customer in her brain. A classmate called her Meredith for an entire school year and she never bothered to correct them due to her polite restraint. While she's attempting to break this habit of never correcting someone, her progress is slow, but now that she's in a new place she's hoping it'll be easier.

Margo is also a very passionate soul, a fire burning underneath her skin at all times. She loves her art and finds inspiration in anything and everything, sometimes so overcome with emotions that she needs a moment to jot something down or make a mental note not to forget her muse for that day. This passion was probably the gasoline for the rebellion that had grown within her from her family never listening to her own wishes for her life--it was the enabler that finally told her to just do something about it. Margo would never admit it, but sometimes she's frightened of the things that she contemplates when the passion takes hold of her. This has also started to lead into other emotions, like her stubborn approach to most things nowadays and the way her patience grows very thin very quickly.

On top of everything else, like anyone, Margaret sometimes gets too caught up in her own endeavors. She takes on too many projects and hobbies that will eventually overwhelm her. While she'd repeatedly insist becoming an artist was her only ambition in life, it's just the most recent of her hobbies that she had centered her entire life on. The girl is like a lost soul, just trying to find her true calling like anyone else in the world.

Quirks: > > Margo spaces out in conversations, battles, almost anything really, more than she'd like to admit.
> > She is incredibly superstitious. She's also quite the believer in things like fate and luck.
> > She hates wearing socks, and thus loves sandals no matter the weather.

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What's in my Bag?

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Pokemon:
Wartortle -- 'Crowne' -- Male -- Lvl 26
> > Rash Nature < <

Wingull -- 'Oceana' -- Female -- Lvl 21
> > Sassy Nature < <

Alolan Rattata -- 'Julep' -- Male -- Lvl 19
> > Hasty Nature < <

Spewpa -- 'Poinsettia' -- Female -- Lvl 16
> > Timid Nature < <

Spearow -- 'Wulford' -- Male -- Lvl 21
> > Lonely Nature < <

Mankey -- '???' -- Male -- Lvl 25
> > Adamant Nature < <

Inventory: > An overdue library book from Nacrene City.
> Her parents phone number on a piece of paper that she had carefully written down but has yet to register to her Pokedex.
> A Pokedex that has already been dropped more times than it should have been.
> Pokeball x3
> ₽90

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Indigo didn't look up when Dan asked his question. "Um..." He mumbled. Indy certainly wanted to keep up the appearance of being driven and hard working. But... that took effort. Still, he didn't have to train. He figured he could tag along and just enjoy the conversation.

"Well, I'll train for a bit. Thanks for inviting me." In his lighter mood earlier, he'd even thought about asking Dan for a practice battle. But now the thought seemed so... labor-intensive. But then that beautiful Vivillion popped into his mind... How would he catch one for his own? He had to practice. But practicing was so unappealing, especially to a lazy, 16-year old oaf like Indy.

Then it happened.

All he had been doing was eating his lunch, his lunch after a morning filled with losses. And he all he wanted to do was enjoy it. But when Indy looked down, he saw the hideous and repulsive Scatterbug sitting on his kicks.

He nearly spat his food out, feeling disgust shudder through him. When pokemon were gross, but afar, they were easy to deal with. This, though? This was way too close and personal. He lifted his foot off the ground, trying to jiggle it so the bug would fall off.

"Gross! Get off me," he hissed, trying not to make a scene. But his words might have been a little too loud as the trainer came to pick the Scatterbug up from off his shoe. Well, hopefully she hadn't heard what he said...

[Assistant]
... This wasn't one of those times where New Margo would need to be locked in a closet. In fact, New Margo took over before Margaret could even control herself.

Picking up her beloved Poinsettia, who was trying desperately to not be flung across the floor from Indy's kick, Margaret looked at the boy with a fire burning beneath her green eyes. "Gross? Did I hear you call my Scatterbug gross?" She repeated the words, louder than she realized, taking a step closer into the male's personal space.

"What's so gross about Poinsettia? Huh?" Margo defensively pulled up the little bug, Poinsettia scrambling up into her usual perch on Margo's shoulder and shivering--the bug was traumatized from the sudden change in her trainer and the disdain radiating from the boy. "Gross pokemon have feelings too, did you know that?" Margo continued her grilling, glaring at Indy as she pointed a finger into his chest.

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"Ay" Dan yelled getting in the way of the two trainers stopping any finger-pointing "Mrs. Please, He didn't mean what he said. He was probably freaked by a pokemon just waltzing onto his shoe." Dan didn't know why he was being so defensive, maybe it was because his friend had already had a rough enough morning.

"We're sorry, okay?" Dan said as he looked at Indy "Right?"

[Assistant]
For all Indy had been through, with his cushy prep boy classes and lack of strong discipline from his parents, he'd never truly been confronted or yelled at. Especially not by a stranger. Indy froze.

"Ummm..." Indy sought for words.

As Dan jumped to his defense, Indigo appreciated the gesture. He should have apologized, truly, as he was in the wrong. And there Dan was, sticking up for him and trying to help him out, as he always did. But being a sixteen year old kid also meant Indy took the wrong way about doing things plenty of times. He looked at Margo and Dan, shrugging. "You guys both misheard me... I didn't say gross. I said, uh, close." He scratched the back of his head innocently. "Sorry, I shouldn't have freaked out," he added for good measure. But then again, you shouldn't have either, he thought as he read Margo's furious expression. It's called having an opinion. Ever heard of it?

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Margo's hand retreated halfway as Dan's sharp voice cut the tension between Indy and herself, blinking in surprise at the other trainer. She hadn't banked on Dan getting involved, if she were honest, but she had also been blinded by her fury towards Indy. She was even more astounded that Dan was apologizing for his friend's actions--this boy who had nothing to do with what happened was apologizing, and she found that much more respectable than his companion.

Her look softened for a moment, but then Indy decided to speak once more. She looked around Dan, glowering at him once more as he gave a not-even-half-hearted apology. In her humble opinion, it was a bullshit apology. In fact, taking a quick glance at Poinsettia and the poor teary-eyed creature her anger was rekindled once more. "You're right, you shouldn't have freaked out." Margo gave a small hmmph as she brought a hand up to her Scatterbug, petting the three hairs sticking up on her head back in a motherly gesture.

"And you did say gross." She added matter-of-factly.

[Assistant]
Indy was feeling ashamed about the whole scenario, but his guilt was exactly what made him run away from confronting his behavior, let alone anybody else. And as he always did, he sought to avoid the situation. Ignoring it meant it wasn't there and it would go away eventually, right?

He gave a tight lipped smile at Margo. "Maybe... But I mean, an opinion's an opinion, right? Luckily it was just a misunderstanding on your part." He rose from his stool. "Well, look at that, our pokemon are about done getting their check up," he said. "Let's grab 'em and go train, right?" This was their cue to go. And Indigo wanted to go. He was feeling much more anxious than he let on. But they'd be away from the overzealous trainer soon...

[User]
Dan sighed to himself as he thought Ugh, Indy why can't you just tell the truth and say sorry... Dan piped up though at Indy's mention of their pokemon almost being ready to go.

"Awesome, Let's go." Dan said as he walked away, but before he left he turned towards margo and said " I don't think I caught your name... I'm Dan." He said as he held out his hand "Hopefully there are no hard feelings."

[Assistant]
'An opinion is an opinion?' His words echoed in her mind and she gave a gruff noise in response, turning her face from Indy with a genuine disdain for the boy. Who are his parents? They should be ashamed.

However, her thoughts began to wander back to her defeat on Mt. Leeman Trail. These trainers appeared to have gotten to and from a few places if they have pokemon with them. Perhaps they were stronger than her and could help her train? At the very least, it would be worth a shot to ask the one if he'd like to train... The blonde one was certainly the nicer of the two. Yes, a plan began formulating itself and the trainer asking for her name only accelerated the plan's creation. He suddenly gave her a way in, she decided. The girl put on a pursed lip smile as she turned back towards Dan.

"My name is Margo, it's very nice to meet you, Dan." She put an emphasis on the word you, pointedly giving a glare towards Indy as she shook his hand gently. "Did I hear you say you were off to train pokemon? Would you perhaps," Margo paused, looking at Dan sheepishly before adding, "Mind if I join you?" She wasn't sure if the two would accept her but a thought came to her then, her previously sheepish look now replaced with a sly smile. "Maybe we could exchange a training session or two instead of a genuine apology, since I don't think your friend is ready to do that. What do ya say?"


[System]
"What's my favorite fish? The clownfish. Why? It's a s-e-c-r-e-t~!"
Age: 18
Appearance:Height: 5'4"
Weight: 121lbs
Likes:
* Fishes and all manner of sea life
* Pastries
* Video games
* Comic books/Cartoons
* Manga/Anime
* Science/Technology
* Computers

Dislikes:
* Societal pressure
* Being judged
* Harm to the environment

Party Trick:Michel has animal magnetism, that is, animals, even wild animals, are naturally attracted to Michel and are more docile in his presence. He's basically a Disney princess.Profession:Michel works at Shine Aquarium as a maintenance technician, making sure the tanks receive the proper oxygen and are at the right temperature, as well as simpler tasks like replacing bulbs, making sure the PA system works, etc.Bio/Personality:Michel was born and raised in Shine City to a struggling, lower middle class single mother. Michel was never a stand-out individual, always doing mediocre-to-average at best in his school work. He did have a passion for science and the sea, though he never became great at it. Due to being slightly socially awkward, Michel believed that he was more interested in 'things' than in people, but as it turns out, Michel actually cares deeply about the way people feel, he just has a hard time solving people problems. At home, he spent most of his time on his computer, teaching himself a little about computer maintenance, a little about coding, and a little about setting up a network. During summers, he worked at an internship at the Aquarium putting the skills he'd learned to practical use. Upon graduating high school, and having not been accepted to Shine City Academy, the only place he applied to, he was able to turn his internship into a full-time position. He decided to stay in Shine City to take care of his aging mother. Halfway through high school, Michel had come out as bisexual, with a slight male preference. While his mother was fine with it, school became a little awkward, and being an introvert, closing himself off came naturally. While not exactly scarred or broken by any means, Michel yearns for social interactions, and tries his best to just be that cheerful, happy, helpful (and slightly effeminate) person he wishes everyone could be.Theme Song:

[User]
Fenton Kelly (Shine City Aquarium)

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Algorithm
Fenton was taken aback when he heard the voice of the young maintenance worker respond, not only did she have a tomboyish haircut but a fairly husky voice for such a petite girl. It was almost like listening to an experimental melody. He cleared his throat and pushed his hands in his coat pockets as he walked over casually, noticing how small she really was compared to him.

I suppose I never really stop to consider how much goes into keeping an atmosphere in a place like this.

He turned to the glass and watched as a large jellyfish billowed by.

It's not that I dont like jellyfish, I suppose you could say, I never really understood them, they have no eyes or ears, do they even have brains? But they look so peaceful all the time, like they are dancing. Someone like me, could never wrap my head around that. Piranhas though, they remind me of home, Neo-City, everything and everyone looking to take apart and snatch whatever scraps they can find.....

Fenton realised he was droning on a little, lost on his thoughts.

So this all seems like a big responsibility for someone so young, is this a weekend job you fit around high school Miss..?

Fenton remembered his manners and took his hand out of his pocket to offer a handshake.

[Assistant]
Eyes blinked open slowly. The sight of an aged drop-tile ceiling came in to focus and Joel began to slowly remember who he was and how he got in this place. He had been sleeping deeply and the first gasps of consciousness made him feel like he'd just come back from another planet. Groggy, he huffed and glanced around the dark room.

He remembered that his garage had once been some sort of welding shop. He'd kept the office area below him largely intact, but the upstairs had been a conference room combined with two other small offices. A few years ago he'd decided to consolidate and make the area a living space. The project was still unfinished and the sparse furniture in his "living room" continued to look out of place. A leather sofa, a coffee table with a small rug underneath and a few other items sat on standard issue office white, speckled tile. He remembered the welding dust that had been all over literally everything when he'd first moved into the building. What a pain it had been to clean up. His arm clamored over to the coffee table searching for his phone.

11:14…

Good Lord… He thought. He hadn't woken once during the night. There was a mug on the table reminding him he'd drank some chamomile tea before dozing on the couch. The stuff was better than any other sleep aid and at least for him tended to produce the absolute wildest dreams. Unfortunately he couldn't recall anything from the previous night and groaned as he staggered up to a sitting position still drunk with sleep. He looked dead ahead momentarily at the other side of the shop as his body began to get its bearings back. The room was bordered by glass panes that allowed the old ownership to observe the workings of the floor from an elevated perch. Joel glanced over in the quiet below as he shuffled to the bathroom.

There were three cars in various states of disassembly on the floor and one Seadoo watercraft wedged in on its trailer. The owner was a regular customer and had just left it with him to "figure out". Joel grinned a little. He had no idea how to fix it and hadn't even touched it yet. In his clean clothes, he slinked between the trailer and the wall and headed for the door thinking he might still make a brunch of sorts. His stomach groaned in impatience. He remembered neglecting to hit the grocery shop as well and after his shower found he still had nothing remotely suitable for a breakfast. However, the girl that worked the bar at Cornerstone was a pretty decent cook and didn't mind experimenting with various dishes. The stroll down the block would at least be refreshing. He'd eat and then decide what to do with the rest of the day on a full stomach.

[User]
Roland Atenal
Current location: Mochavine Cafe

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Roland could hear very clearly the cheery voice of someone calling out from the other side of the room.

"One fresh cup of black coffee ready for consumption!"

It must have been his. He could guess it pretty accurately because nowadays, nobody seemed to be taking the simple style of coffee anymore. Well, except for Roland of course. Not that the other style of coffee were bad, its complexity was what Roland did not want to have any of that.

Noticing how occupied the waitress were becoming, the analyst thought that he shouldn't wait for them to come to him. It was their duty of course to serve him, but he shouldn't put more pressure on them to do it. Quickly making his decision, Roland stood up and walked to the bar where he could directly receive his orders.

"The black coffee." He placed the receipt on the bar so that whoever brought it to him could confirm his purchases.

[Assistant]
Booker, Mochavine Café

 Book had never really been all that aware of what his actions look like to the outside world, the poor lug has always been quite oblivious in that regard, so it was no real surprise that he never expected in a million years that the woman he was, now that he looked back at it, blatantly gawking at would actually came come up to him. A slight grimace appeared on his thick, caramel colored lips as he mentally prepared himself for the verbal lashing that he expected to get for his ogling. One could only imagine the giant's surprise, even more so his relief, when he wasn't scolded, but rather it seemed that this young woman read his mind exactly. After letting out an internal sigh of relief Book couldn't help but be impressed by how much the young woman, who went by Sayri, was able to deduce about Book just by looking at him. Not only did she figure out that he had recognized her from T.V., but that he had also just made back from the gym. "Is this lady a mind reader?" Book thought for a moment, he also gave it another moment just to see if Sayri was actually reading his mind and heard that one.

 "Oh, I'm sorry for strain' ma'am, but it isn't everyday that you see a real life Shine City celebrity in person." Book said with a slight chuckle before he stood from his booth. "And of course ma'am, I'd love talk to you over a coffee. What are you havin' if you don't mind me askin'." He added as he took a step away from the table and prepared himself to retrieve another cup of coffee, but before he could do that he face palmed himself. "Oh where are my manners. My name is Booker ma'am, but my friends call me Book." He said as he offered his massive hand to Sayri to shake.
Frokane

[User]
Veronica Winters
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Cooper

Hmm... guess it's time to feed into my alcoholism, then?

Standing across the street from the Cornerstore Bar, hands in pockets and large headphones blasting a nice song most likely too loud, Veronica felt... at peace. Which was honestly a bit of a rarity these days.

The weight of her bag was starting to become noticeable.

Raising her arm, she pulled back her sleeve to peer down at the watch blinking up at her from her left wrist. Eh... it's about an hour until 12... close enough. Fixing her sleeve, she was prepared to walk in when the familiar smell of cigarette smoke made her fingers twitch.

Following the smell, her eyes drifted down as she finally noticed the woman sitting on the curb outside of the establishment. Head tilting to the right, she squinted her eyes slightly. She looks awfully... familiar...

Forcing her mind to shift through her, most likely, wonky thought from her experiences at the bar (What could she say? She was a fan of alcohol and even though she didn't arrive often, she definitely had fun... from what she could remember.), she was able to finally piece together a story.

Rowan!

She could fuzzily remember the beautiful woman serving her at her nights at the bar. Although, she's only ever been there during the night so... this might be a bit of a shocker.

Are they even open this early?

She had no idea. Like established, she'd never been there before 8 PM. But, in her usual uncaring manner, she decided to basically say 'fuck it' and approach.

Hands buried into her pockets, she barely looked both ways before walking across the street until she was on the same sidewalk as the bartender. Stopping when right beside her, Veronica didn't turn off her music and instead moved her headphones off of her ears so that they rested around her neck.

"It's nice to see you when I'm sober."

She enjoyed "pre-gaming" as you may call it. Besides, it's a good way to get rid of the shitty bourbon her mother would send. She'd still get nice and tipsy before going to the bar for better alcohol.

[Assistant]
Rowan glanced up, using her free hand to brush a loose lock of her purple-black hair behind her ear as she took a drag and dropped her smoke with her other. "Oh hell, hey...uhh...Winters, right? Valerie? No, Veronica. Ummm. We're not exactly open, so I can't serve booze yet, but I can getcha a soda of some sort." She stood, leggy frame evident because she had, due to the midsummer heat, decided on a thinner sort of jeans, as many looks as they might draw. After all, she didn't notice when people were paying attention to her, and it's not like patrons could see much behind the bar, right?

"Ha, yeah, you'd actually be surprised how often I see people both through the goggles and not." She squinted in the sunlight, dusting off her apron and flicking the butt of her cigarette deftly off into the trashcan near the door, the cherry falling just short and avoiding a fire. "Or maybe you wouldn't, who knows?"

As the bass from Veronica's headphones caught up with her ears, one could almost see Rowan wince, though she would never admit it to a customer. "I haven't seen you here this early before, I don't think. Then again, most people avoid the place for the first half of their night to begin with, y'know? Walking past during daylight for even our regulars must be a bit weird. Tell ya what, you look like you've had a long morning, why don't I getcha somethin' to ease the boredom, eh?" And with that and a turn of the hips, Rowan disappeared into the front door of the bar, leaving it unlocked and inviting despite the early hour. Her almost smoky voice, rough from overuse over the past few years, came echoing behind her as she said, "You like the spicy stuff, yeah? Just got a shipment of weird as hell flavours, might be able to hook you up."

[User]
"Michel," he introduced himself, taking the man's hand lightly and shaking it. Michel didn't mind being called 'miss' and saw no need to correct him. He appreciated how the man put some thought into the maintenance of the aquarium; some customers felt entitled to maintaining their sense of 'wonder' and took offense at finding out about something's inner workings. "I don't think we're supposed to understand them, but I see them like a...goal...I suppose that's silly, who wants to be a jellyfish, right?" Ethereal, beautiful, and genderless, Michel felt a primordial awe for these unknowable, ghost-like creatures. But what Fenton said about the piranhas made Michel feel a little sad inside. While there was nothing wrong with piranhas doing what came naturally to them, there was something wrong with humans exhibiting piranha-like behavior, and the fact that the horror of that has become what Fenton gravitated towards was worthy of sympathy.

"This is my full-time job," Michel replied smiling, "There are a few other maintenance personnel, but since the equipment is high-quality, it's a lot less work. Thankfully, Shine City has plenty budgeted out for educational facilities and infrastructure, so we do have it pretty easy." Michel mentally chided himself for talking about city planning, of all things. He had a terrible habit of answering people's questions in 'too educational' a fashion. The man just wants to look at some fish, not hear about where his taxes were going.


[System]
Element: Arsenic
Age: 77
Gender: M
Appearance: Herschel Orenstein is an old looking man with a withered and pruned skin. He has a clean-shaven face which was withered by time. Upon his hooked nose lay a pair of thick rimmed reading spectacles. He has dark grey hair which covers just the side of his head, leaving the top bald. He usually is dressed in a light brown tweed-suit and some black bowler shoes. He is constantly in a wheel-chair, with a breathing apparatus strapped to the back and a breathing device around his mouth. He usually has a satchel on his lap which contains a deck of playing cards, a book, three pens, and a yamaka.
When in hero mode, his skin is colored in a dusty grey.

Powers: He has the power of releasing concentrated doses of arsenic, in any form of matter. If it successfully gets to a target it leads to severe arsenic poisoning. This ability can also be used for agricultural purposes to make insecticides and poisons.
Weapons: Guilt-tripping youngsters, and old man rambling. No conventional weapons.

Backstory: Herschel Orenstein was born in a turbulent time period back in Germany. Needless to say, his ancestors when they were able left Europe and moved to newly founded state of Israel. Herschel had a fairly typical childhood, playing around with friends, and learning the family trade. Skip several years later, he felt the wanderlust and moved to New York City where he started his own jewel cutting business. It was a legitimate business, though a few employees were, in shadier areas, as such they would get fired. Cut several years later, he married his beloved wife, and had four children. Cut years later, his wife fell to cancer, and his children started their own families, some better than others. His oldest son manages the jewel cutting business as he hoped he would. Herschel's children, upon seeing how poorly he aged, considered putting him into a home. However, Herschel insisted that they let him stay in his apartment, and hired a nurse for living assistance. As it was, it seemed life would come to an end for old Herschel. But suddenly he got a new lease on life when he was given the powers of Arsenic. He plans on using the time he has left in this world to make it a better place.

[User]
"Besides my lungs acting more meshugge than usual?" Herschel inquired as he stared at the doctor.

"The bones in my fingers ache. I've got this weird feeling between my right toes. I swear I've got a bunion on my left foot. My mouth feels drier than usual. My sinuses are stuffed up like who knows what. I've been feeling cold, but that's just because the air conditioner can't be left at a proper temperature." Herschel went on as he glanced back at Leo, "I've been producing more ear-wax than usual, at least it seems that way. And that's just to start with. Feh."

"The living assistance has been a paain. Oh how I wished I was young and spry again." Herschel rambled on, "Lapping, oh how I miss the craft." Herschel scowled, "My boy has this one little meeskait working for him. He was far from blessed, you wouldn't believe me if I told you he was never in the human sideshow. Because boy, this kid looked like it. When I saw him, oh jeez!" Herschel reached for his chest as he took a deep breath in.

"It gave my heart a startle I tell you. One that I didn't need. But boy, did that little fellow have nimble fingers for lapping jewels." Herschel chuckled a bit before scowling again, "Ugh, and he still hasn't given me a call in weeks. Feh, I've talked enough about this Bobbemeysh."

The old man glanced back at Leo, "But yeah, the lungs are acting more meshuggee than usual, for whatever reason."

[Assistant]
Leo scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"There might be something wrong with your respiratory system. I've noticed you've been coughing up a lot of phlegm recently. Is there anything unusual about this phlegm? Coloration, thickness, anything inside the phlegm, something like that?"
Leo briefly ran through his encyclopaedic knowledge of respiratory diseases.
"It might just be the flu, Mister Orestein. If anything new comes up, I'll have to give you a bronchoscopy. Of course, that's going to be only if something really bad comes up, so we shouldn't need to worry about having one, just yet. I'm sure things will turn out fine, Mister Orestein."

[User]
Herschel listened to the doctor, as he paused for a moment. "Anyth-" He made another hacking cough. Herschel wracked with pain as his eyes watered up a bit, as a few discolored saline drops ran down his face. With a sudden movement his head jolted forward as he coughed once more. Another gooey orb of phlegm splatted into the palm of his left hand.

Herschel glanced at it carefully, as he gingerly moved his right index finger over. He poked the substance, as it slightly moved a bit. Herschel raised the phlegm towards his face as he glanced at it, while it slowly dripped through his fingers and onto his tweed pants.

"If only I had my jeweler's lens. And it was solid." Herschel paused for a moment as he left his mouth agape at a discovery he noticed. "I, there's no way there should be grey flakes in it." He peered at his phlegm as he did in fact notice, that within the ooze were scattered grey pieces within it. Oh the bits of arsenic.

Herschel's face contorted into a grimace as he began hacking some more. "S-eheee. Mu-shogge" This time some it wasn't phlegm that was released but rather, quite a bit of mucus smearing out from his nose. Herschel grumbled as he licked at his dentures, which had a bit of a black tint to the usual white condition they were supposed to be. "Ackhaaa-!" Again the fit came upon him, this time, he released a light and somewhat and strangely airy cloud of spit which was far from clear. It held a grey quality to it, much like the flakes that he found in the phlegm. It wafted a bit, before quickly descending to the floor.

Herschel took in a deep breath from the respirator as he stared at Leo. He continued breathing to maintain a calm and consistent breathing pattern instead of a coughing fit like he did before. "Doc, I think, I think something is up. Respirator may have finally gone fercockt. For sure somethin', something isn't right."

[Assistant]
Alessandra Guillory
Alessa sighed at the prospect of having to work under this uptight jackass for the next month.

"So, when will I start digging?"

Schultz sighed and uttered out, "Jason will run you through the equiptment and then you can begin digging. Just walk over to his section over there by the cave entrance."

As Alessa took her leave and walked over to the designated site, she could hear Schultz shouting to the nearby students about another note or something.

Alessa spoke with the technician, and Jason gave her an old, worn looking machine to blow away dust. It was not for small scale excavation, but more like blowing the sand off a particularly large fossil. Alessa was aprehensive to pick up the poorly insulated machine.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't touch the wire's you'll be fine."

That's exactly what Alessa did. And as the current hit her, her body instinctively sent the current right back into the machine, beginning to overload the power source and burn the outercasing from the now overheating motor. Alessa also instictively threw the buring blower away from her...and right towards where Schultz was standing and Tecumseh was walking in

[User]
Leo deftly dodged out of the way of Herschel's cloud of saliva and gray matter, and cleared his throat in sympathetic pain of the larynx. As he knew, hocking up clouds of metallic-gray bodily fluids was far from normal for anyone. Gray phlegm could mean only two things: severe metal poisoning or spores in the lungs. Both of these would have an immediate and clearly dangerous impact on their victim, but Herschel was as spry as he always was. Leo, understanding that his day just got a lot longer, slapped on a pair of latex gloves and selected a tongue depressor and a specimen cup. Dutifully, he scraped some of Herschel's phlegm into the cup, and placed it on the counter for examination.
"Mister Orestein, this is a very serious problem. To put it simply, no body fluid is supposed to be grey like that. I'll have to examine a sample of your discharge, so please hang on for a moment."

Leo scraped a small portion of phlegm into a slide, and put it under a microscope on the counter at the far end of the room. Leo carefully examined the phlegm sample, noting the formation of the metallic flakes stored within. Leo hummed and grunted, wracking his brain for a possible explanation. With one last frustrated grunt, he turned back to Herschel.

"Mister Orestein, you've been coughing up flakes of metal. Under any circumstances, this would be cause for alarm, especially considering just what metal this is. I don't want to alarm you, but there's a significant amount of arsenic in your phlegm. Normally, if you had arsenic in any part of your throat or lungs, you'd be dead by now. However, it seems that these flakes of arsenic aren't reacting to your cells at all. Mister Orestein, I must say that this is the first instance I've ever seen any cell whatsoever surviving prolonged contact with toxic metals, save for certain types of extremophile bacteria. Mister Orestein, you are a medical marvel! In fact... I've got someone coming soon that might want to know about you. Mister Orestein, how do you feel about being... televised?"

[Assistant]
Tecumseh walked into camp, towards Schultz, who had his back to him as he fussed about Tecumseh's little present. As he approached though, the corner of his noticed an object headed his way, and his reflexes kicked in. He noticed it was a sparking blower, and relaxed marginally as he caught the machine, stepping back as he absorbed the blower's momentum, with a low "oof." He switched the machine off, then moved his hands so they weren't in contact with the warped motor casing or the motor itself. looking back along the trajectory of the object, Tecumseh noticed Alessandra and Jason standing not to far away and walked over to return the machine, holding it out to Jason, since the girl looked ... stressed.

You could lose an arm working with the wire exposed like that, though it looks like you need a new motor now. I got guy who's great with small motor repair, if you want some help salvaging that one.

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Back at the office, the manager and marketing associate analyzed their marketing campaign, which currently focused on the use of pamphlets placed in visitor centers and in kiosks at several major international airports(mostly in the US, but a handful in Europe as well). They also utilized short videos put on youtube showing the various attractions, events and conferences being held, or being planned to be held, at the resort. They often sent emails to travel agencies updating their information and informing the agency of upcoming events. They had tried billboards but had little success with them. they were now discussing how they might expand DRR's image to reach other countries, focusing on Australia, Indonesia, Japan, Korea, and New Zealand. They decided to start with back lit signs, posted in airports and travel agencies and began searching for credible translators to help them expand their market.

[User]
Herschel Orenstein grumbled out as he placed his hands on the wheels of his wheelchair. "Alright, just gi-" He paused for a moment as he watched Leo scrape up some phlegm. "Oy." He tapped on the side of his wheelchair as he glanced at Leo as he did his work. Herschel cocked his head to the side over the left as he began coughing once more.

He continued this hacking for a few more moments, before he took in a deep breath from his respirator. He glanced back at the Doctor as he finished his task and was explaining what went on. Herschel peered at him and gave a few nods of confirmation that he was listening. "Metal?" He said incredulously. His eyes widened a bit as he paused for a moment at the newest statement.

Arsenic. This statement wracked through his mind as Herschel's withered face contorted into a most somber expression. Thoughts rushed through the man's mind as he glanced down for a moment. His mind was filled with the thoughts of large crowds, and poor creatures which could only barely be called man. Herschel glanced back up after a few minutes of looking down before he shook his head. Herschel gave a slightly morose sigh.

Focusing his attention back to the Doctor his face contorted into a bit of a smile, "Not at all? Not even the slightest bit dangerous? Medical marvel you say?" Herschel began chuckling as he smirked, "He cares for his Chosen People I tell you. Hn, who's coming now? Televised?" He scowled, "This isn't one of those kids 'prank your elders' show is it?" He wagged his finger at Leo, "What is the nature of this programming? Is it something trustworthy like the News or PBS?"


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
It didn'T take long and the front of the convoy came into view. And Diamond realized they were slowing down. Standing on top of the Unsubtle's turret and squinting, she tried to get a glimpse of what was the holdup. What she saw didn't really do her well. Found the earlier convoys and scouts. the woman thought, her stomach not quite sitting well with the image of destruction in front of her.

Dropping down, Diamond summoned a big shadow wrench and gave the hatch a whack to get Marcus to notice. "Something's up with the camp! And radios are down? We should double back out of the jamming and call backup, it's obvious they're ready for us! I can try sneaking in and having a look if you want to!" she yelled over the roar of the engine. It was how she used to operate - get the lay of the land, get appropriate equipment and force, go in for a flawless job.

[Assistant]
Ciel - A scared rabbit

Ciel was worried as she watched the white fang members search the crowd. She couldn't really move or she would draw suspicion to herself and to make matters worse it was white fang members searching with two others. She was scared her fear of faunus acting up as they drew closer and closer despite her bravado she was still deathly afraid of faunuses and she never got used to them yet. Her breaths grew harder and harder as she noticed two members grow closer to location. "Please don't come closer please dont I-I-I don't want you to see me" she whispered quietly to herself as she tried to sink into her hood more. Her left hand out of instinct gripped the insides of her purse tightly fingered the switch on Byakko to change it to one of its many forms.

[User]
Sapphire Rode - Shelter Lab
This was it, her conclusive proof of what was happening on this island. This facility was developed for the sole purpose of removing what made a faunus a faunus. At first glance perhaps that might be a good thing and no doubt Pop saw it as such but this was a powder keg just waiting to blow the moment Pop lite the fuse by announcing his success to the world. This was going to come to blows. Sapphire knew that now. Clearly this was Pop's lifelong dream and he wouldn't give it up when merely confronted with words. No doubt he wouldn't give up even when confronted with force but it would stop him.

Legally speaking Sapphire didn't think there was anything inherently wrong with Pop's research. All participants were volunteers who understood exactly what the procedure entailed. There was no deliberate or unnecessary harm being done to the subjects. Perhaps Pop could be charged with malpractice if the surgery went wrong but beyond that the law seemed to have no jurisdiction here. There was however a moral qualm that went with this and that was exactly what Pop was failing to see.

Sapphire would try to explain it to him, she would try to make him see but if she was being honest with herself the only way this ended was torching Pop's research and forcing him to start from scratch. Hopefully the setback would cause him to give up entirely. There was something else nagging at her though. The animals upstairs. The ones kept sedated in cages, how did they factor into this. There was not reason to give out the story about this place researching animals with high aura levels. This was private property. Pop wouldn't be required to provide any information to the government about his work. This however remained an unsettling feeling in the back of Sapphire's head and so she did not act upon it... yet.

"I'm sorry Pop but that explanation it exactly what I was afraid of. You're an optimist and a scientist which is causing you to completely miss the bigger picture."

The information he provided regarding his semblance, assuming it was true, was helpful in plotting a strategy. "You're too busy pushing the boundaries of possibility and looking at that nice pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, your science prize that you can't see anything else. What you've created here, even I will admit that it's a wonder of modern medicine but I can't let it leave this facility intact."

As Sapphire was speaking she assembled her polearm so that she could hold it in one hand. With the other she discreetly removed her scroll from her back pocket and texted her teammates with the scroll behind her back. Assuming she pressed all the right buttons, not being able to see the screen and all the message looked something like this:

"Pop think about this for a second. I know you're only concern at the moment is the science but consider the impact this could have. What happens when faunus activist groups find out? Protests, riots. Now lets go one step up, what happens when the White Fang gets wind of this? They slaughter you and your family and they try to destroy your research. On the flip side, what happens when the Schnee Dust Company considers this treatment an effective way to combat the White Fang, how long after that till the military is thinking the same thing. After that when do we start considering all faunus suspicious of terrorist activity and round them up for this treatment as a precaution. This right here. What you've created could easily be the blueprint for the faunus final solution. The best possible outcome for everyone here is for you to burn your research right here, right now. I tell my teachers something to cover for what actually happened and you never bring it up again. But considering that this is your life's work and your dream I can't see you taking the peaceful route."

Sapphire drew her polearm diagonally over her body in a defensive stance preparing for combat to commence. "I can't let this procedure see the light of day. It could take years or even decades but research like this could lead to an all out bloody war. Do you really want to be responsible for the second faunus wars? Cause if it happens then we both lose, human and faunus. We all suffer, we all bleed, we all die. Do you want that blood on your hands?"

[Assistant]
Shiro's pronouncement didn't faze Abel all that much. Not truly sure of what to do, he was glad for someone a little more familiar with the situation at hand to provide a course to take. "Oh, okay." Throughout his friend's instruction, he tried to establish eye contact, but proved unable to as his ally seemed either too nervous or too conflicted to meet his gaze for more than a couple seconds.

He wasn't the only one listening, though; the faunus girls paid heed to Shiro as well, and with renewed hope heard his words. Clearly, the squirrel girl still trusted Abel about as far as she could throw him, but his wound had signaled his fallibility in her mind, and his partnership with Shiro proved he wasn't out to get faunus, as she initially feared. Meanwhile, Coral's features were graced with a slight smile, for it looked like she had managed to convince someone poised to prevent her and her friends from being able to receive treatment to let them follow their own paths.

With Shiro finished speaking, Abel gave a curt nod. "Sure thing." He turned his back to the three faunus and began to walk away, palming his scroll and composing a message as he did.

To: Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode
From: Abel
Subject: Pull Out

Everything's clear on our end. I'm not totally sure of everything here, but I don't think we have any jurisdiction here. There not doing anything awful here, just a surgery, not just for faunus who think it's the only way, but also for those whose traits make life uncomfortable for them. I guess we'll leave it to other authorities to see if everything is legal and all that here.

Nearly done now with the composition, Abel found his text interrupted by an incoming one from Sapphire. His eyes narrowed at the nonsensical subject, and after saving his own message as a draft, he took a look at the team leader's. Despite the abhorrent typos, the message's alarming contents were pretty easily decipherable, and they sparked a whole new slew of doubts in Abel's mind. Guards? Sure, there had been security cameras, but hadn't Gren taken care of those according to his earlier message? Bringing up his draft, Abel added more to it before sending, though he erased and redid more than half of the message after thinking of a better way to phrase it.

Shiro + I are pretty sure this is a legit establishment. If it is, any more dmg we do will be bad news for us. If we don't fight the guards, we might be able to get off as misguided. We should prob get out of here as fast as possible. S, meet me by the stairs where we entered.

Abel headed in the direction of the stairs as indicated by the emergency escape route signs on the walls.

-=-=Sapphire, Pop=-=-

Pop rolled his eyes at both Sapphire's words and her renewed readiness for combat. "There will be no blood. You act as if Faunus are universally disliked, as if all people, all their corporations, all their governments, and all their armies, are simply waiting for an excuse to erase us from existence. True, I am an optimist, but hardly a blind one. Why do you think I have guards in my clinic? Or backup files of my research elsewhere? If it ever passes that my work may pose a threat to anyone's way of life, I will personally hit the kill switch. That you could assume that I'd blindly throw my work at the world and expect sunshine and roses astonishes me—but then, let's take a look at you. I doubt you're eighteen, and yet you speak like a disciple of tragedy and pessimism, and fight like one with no belief in honor or sportsmanship. It reeks of personal experience. But looking at you, and hearing your level of education, you are not of the streets. So how could a well-born girl become so bitter, without hope, and without sympathy for anything but your own moral code?" Here he sighed. He had been aware of Sapphire doing something shifty behind her back, but couldn't guess what it might be aside from calling for help from her friends. Anticipating a surprise attack any moment, Pop removed his reading glasses and slipped them into a jacket pocket.

"Something must have happened to your family...or perhaps your family happened to you. Beyond that it is hard to say. Bottom line is, you are trying to challenge something that your own experience makes you think that you understand, but you clearly do not. I am prepared for what will come my way; I do not need you to tell me I am not, and to make my judgment for me. You wish to fight? You will lose. As a final act of civility, I will allow you to land the first blow, if only so that when I call the police afterwards, I can say with a clear conscience that I acted in self-defense."

Pop took another step forward, so that only three feet separated him and Sapphire, and he was close to blocking her into a corner. He raised his fists, but true to his word, did not strike. Instead, his aura flared briefly, a soft scarlet glow, to signify that he was ready. At that moment, Sapphire's scroll received Abel's delayed message.


[System]
Class: Gravitin

Race: Pixie

Appearance (Picture or Description or Both):  (Ignore the flower xD)

Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B

Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art

Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks

Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.

Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.

Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles.

[User]
Traveling through the thickness of the wood's wildlife was one of the biggest traveling struggles that Maman Akujo had faced so far. As she continued her rough journey through the forest and towards her destination, beams of sun shone upon her freckled skin, making clear the bruises and cuts that had occurred from hours of tiredly tripping over rocks and roots; attempting to navigate through the heavy fog around her did not aid her either.

She released a sigh filled with exhaustion and looked forward at the reason why she had endured so much with no complaint: the Rosewood, School for the Gifted. It was here that she was to learn how to control and use her powers properly, and at the thought of this, a smile spread across her lips. With renewed energy, the young human stood a bit straighter and marched onwards at a faster pace.

It was not long before she stepped out from the trees and in front of the large building with exhilaration running through her veins and out through her tired breath. Akujo moved forth a single step before suddenly, an unknown figure slashed at her body, causing for her to fall to her knees into the dirt. With some difficulty, she lifted herself from the ground to find herself confronting a dark shade. Seeing at how it was unusual that such a creature decided to attack her at this moment, it was assumed that this was a sort of examination that needed to be passed in order to enter the school. This thought sobered her a bit, but did nothing to ease the throbbing ache of her body.

The shadow figure sprang forth, choosing to advance in a straightforward fashion, and so she adjusted her body into a defensive position. Whilst doing so, she tried to gather her magic and, once the enemy came into her range, increased the force of gravity upon her opponent. Though this didn't have as great an effect as she thought, the speed at which the being charged at her greatly decreased, allowing for her to draw her fist back and punch it as hard as she was capable of.

Her foremost thought was merely to try and harm the creature as best as she could physically, but soon realized that she didn't know anything of its physical composition. Luckily for her, it fell backwards and disintegrated into the atmosphere, and following this was a strange voice whose words boomed throughout the area. The owner of it said, "Congratulations, Maman Akujo. You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance rank: C."

The registration of her low ranking did not occur in her brain, for she was simply ecstatic to be accepted into the school of her dreams. The smile that had pervaded her lips crept upon them once more as she walked through the gates and into the complex. The uniquely-eyed female passed by many of her soon-to-be classmates, who, for some reason, had various shades of bruising and scratches that ran about the length of their bodies and whose eyes seemed as tired as hers, if even more so.

Soon enough, she arrived in front of someone who seemed to be the receptionist who greeted her with a cheerful grin upon his facials.

"Why, hello there! Welcome to Rosewood! May I ask for your name, race, class, rank, and electives chosen?"

At first, Akujo stood and stared upwards at the great man, whose height easily dwarfed her own. However, with her brain gently nagging her for staring for a bit too long, she snapped herself from her thoughts and said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, "Hey! I'm Maman Akujo! I'm a human, with a Gravitin class, I believe. The voice said that my rank is a C, and I decided to choose art and potion-making as my electives." (continued)

[Assistant]
With a lighthearted chuckle, he recorded the necessary information into his program, and then suddenly, an intriguing necklace came into view, levitating upwards a bit before swaying down and into her awaiting fingers. The elf said, "That's your identification necklace. All of your room info is on the back, so make sure to always keep it on your person, okay? The one-on-one fights ended already, and you look tired, so I suggest that you head to your room right away so that you can get some rest."

At those words, the human nodded and quickly headed off to search for her new room. It took a bit of time, but soon she found herself standing before the door of the quarters she was to be occupying during her stay here. She sucked in a nervous breath, the thought of her roommates already being in the room causing for her heart to race, and she simply opened the door and stepped inside.

To her great luck, they weren't here yet, possibly still returning from the one on one fights that the other being had mentioned beforehand. Brain choosing not to absorb the fresh feel of her new room, Akujo lethargically ambulated to the nearest bed and jumped upon its soft covers, sighing into the pillow before quickly falling asleep.

[User]
Nodah's eyes narrowed into a squint at Desdemona's words, recognising a prideful tone. If she imagines me easily vanquished in battle, mightn't it serve my interests better to play the image? he thought, removing the squint in exchange for a wane grin, and bowing his head. "May he, or she," he agreed.

"After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." Nodah waved a hand forward. "After you," he said, and waited for Desdemona to begin moving first before he fell into loping step beside her to the training rooms.

They came to the quickly-growing line for the doors. Nodah stared at Desdemona, molten hazel eyes peering down at her, assessing. When they were at the front of the line, Nodah gestured for the demon to step through first, before he promptly followed, only to find himself alone in a hallway that seemed to lead on for eons. If I were to walk this path, he thought vacantly, where might I find my journey's end? He scanned his student identification, the miniature eagle pendant winking dully in the dim light. "You may proceed, Nodah Listig." The walls of the far-stretching hallway dissolved to give way to a room that seemed suitable for combat, and Nodah stepped in, looking around to find Desdemona already in the room.

He closed the door behind him, and it slammed with finality, dissipating as well. "It appears nothing lingers long here," Nodah said to no one in particular, walking the edges of the room, fingers forming depressions in the foamy walls that bloomed full with passage of time. Would the same hold true of the feuds and bitter defeats they stood to conceive here? He turned on his heel abruptly, to face Desdemona. "You seem intent on winning," he said, indicating Desdemona's competitive streak. It is as shallow as the oceans, was his wry thought. "I take it you came to Rosewood with ambition in your heart." A Why? dangled precariously from the tip of his tongue, but he clamped his mouth shut before it could fall between him and Desdemona. Prod a vessel too relentlessly, and you risked it imploding. Nonetheless, the unsaid question invited her to answer.

[Assistant] "After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." Mischa noticed the growing line for the training room doors and chose to head for it. he looked around to see if he could see the skates human before heading into the training room but unfortunately didn't before he reached the front and faced the hallway. he swiped the necklace across the scanner and waited until he was told to proceed before entering the combat room, he didn't find his opponent within so he sat with his legs crossed on the floor and waited for the arrival of his this human on skates.

[User]
Rowan Delacroix

Rowan was shaken out of her trance by the familiar voice that echoed from behind her. Her shoulders tensed up from the abruptness and she kept her head lowered. With her face out of view, she was able to avoid the stare of the other concerned party. "Are you sure you want to fight now? You are exhausted. I can conjure false weapons to practice drills. That way you can have energy for the 3x3 battle. There isn't a penalty for not fighting now. If we are to fight, I would prefer that you had the energy for it. But I will accept your decision whatever it is." Leval chimed in apprehensively, clearing expressing his unease. She opened her mouth to respond, but she hesitated as thoughts started to fill her mind with different scenarios. "He is certainly a creature with great solicitude. Maybe I should hold his words in high esteem?" Rowan lifted her chin to meet the gaze of the tall human. "His visage is one of sincerity- but what if it is simply a facade?" She stood motionless as examined Leval.

"It could just be an attempt to automatically win the battle- although the odds may already be in his favor. I must be wary." With that thought in mind, Rowan moved to close the distance between them only by a few steps. She looked up to face her opponent properly, being sure to show him her full expression. Her stoic face had a hint of determination, and her gray eyes flickered up at Leval. She stared at him unblinkingly. After another pause, she finally spoke with a quiet, steady voice. "I am undeserving of your worry, Leval Lamrue. However, I will not back down from this class." She slowly stepped back from Leval, lowering her eyes once again. "I will put my all into this battle, and I hope you will as well." Without looking up, the vampire pulled her cloak along with her as she turned to walk towards the forming line of C students. She kept to herself while she waited on the line. Once she arrived at the door, she looked into the dark abyss that was the hallway.

Rowan flinched when the scanner appeared and requested for her to scan her ID. "This school will require much tolerance for the unexpected..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When the all-white training room replaced the hallway, she stepped into the area only to feel a light tingling sensation envelope her body. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." Rowan held out her arms out before her and checked her palms as well as the back of her hands. "Proper precautions were taken to avoid injury, but how much of a buffer is this shield?" As she pondered, she paced over to one of the cushioned walls and pressed her hand against it, which left a visible imprint.

[Assistant]
As Zensei repeatedly lifted the dumbbell, a familiar voice assaulted him from behind. "Ready to go?" It said while laughing, causing Zensei to drop the weight and quickly spin around. "Zephyr." he whispered to himself, starting towards his designated line. "Ready to go ape shit on yo' ass!" He yelled and accelerated.

After what seemed like forever, a kiosk appeared in front of him. "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." Zensei thought that the voice was cute, so he smiled when he swiped his glistening green wing shaped card under a blue light. "You may proceed, Zensei Zaza." He blew a kiss and winked at the machine as he flew down the long hallway. "I hope to see you again cutie." Following his flirtatious attitude, the walls of the never ending hallway transformed into a thickly padded white room. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match, only allowing minor injuries during combat. You lose when your shield's health depletes and it's glow dissipates." This excited Zensei very much. He began punching the padded walls and spinning around in the air while he waited for his opponent.