[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Cat)

Weapon:

The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.

Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.

Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.

Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.

Colour: Sunrise orange  (Colourcode: F02100)

Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords

Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"

[User]
Ciel Kuze - A curious Rabbit
Ciel couldn't but let a smirk cross her face as she watched some guards run by probably to try and contain Mokuren. Than as if on cue a smoke bomb went off causing more panic and the crowd to go haywire it seemed running every which way. "The chaos is certainly plentiful guess its good of a time as any to take a stroll, after all now time like the present." She muttered to herself as she went through the crowd towards the back hallways she tried to sneak around and to her surprise she was doing pretty well. Reaching the back hallway she searched for the supposed back room though so far it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

[Assistant] "Oh, anyone's fine with me." Sepia said excitedly. She was fairly sure that nothing would get her spirits down on her first mission, so it seemed like a good idea to take advantage of that and be easy to get along with. Combined with the fact that any of these people could be potential friends, it would have been hard to choose anyway. "Who do you want to go with, team leader?" she asked Krystanthe. "You're in charge here." A sudden thought seemed to cross her mind. "Shouldn't we try to be tactical as well?"

[User]
As per usual, Ebon kept to himself the entire way there. Even when they arrived to the police station Ebon said nothing, just listening intently. When it was time to figure out their plan Kess and Skyra made the sensible decision of keeping the group together. While Ebon couldn't say he'd enjoy their company (Not that he dislikes it either), it was the best tactical decision to stay together. He wasn't so enthusiastic about the idea of splitting into partners when Kess mentioned it, but he at least could see the reason why. They did need to cover more ground considering that there's five different areas they need to watch over. But when it looked like it was time to chose partners Ebon quickly made his decision.

"I'll go with Skyra Dawn and patrol the Comshops and the Horn of Plenty. Any objections?"

[Assistant]
Skyra shrugged

"I honestly don't care who gets partnered up with me, although I'd still suggest Krys to make the final decision."

She looked at the map for a bit and sighed.
"Although I still think that staying together would have been better, I see your point. It's not a small area..."

When Ebon announced his wish to be teamed up with her, she thought about what her opinion of him was.
To be completely honest, Ebon seemed like a boring guy to her and if there was one thing she absolutely hated, it was being bored.
Well, patrolling the streets mostly is a rather boring thing to do and she was truely honest when she had claimed to be able to work with everybody else on their team. It just takes a tiny bit of adjusting to her partner's abilities to function with 100% efficiency.

[User]
Hmmm, Krystanthe thought it over. Ebon seemed to have some sort of shield thingy so he could probably take a hit or two, and Skyra seemed like the kind of person that went in and chopped things until they died kind of thing so the two went together right? Krystanthe knew she could take a hit and Sephia had her stick thing. Sure that sounded good, "Alright, Team 1 is Ebon and Skyra, Team 2, Sehpia and myself. You guys know the plan, time to take on our first mission!" Krystanthe shouted eagerly and began striding away purposefully towards the Red Asphalt area. Maybe if she was lucky she would see a drag race.

@Ryonara@SevenStormStyle

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarze, on the move.

"No kidding." the black-haired teen agreed, seemingly materializing out from the thick of the crowd right behind Ciel. In the middle of all the unrest rising in the casino right now, a couple of kids were easy to lose track of. Especially so, considering the guards already had a confirmed threat to worry about.

That being said, they needed to move fast. The longer they stayed out in here, the larger their chances of the jig being up'd be. With that in mind, he quickened his pace as much as he reasonably could without sounding like a charging elephant.

"Don't suppose 'we got lost looking for the bathroom' would be a good alibi, huh?" he muttered in a low voice to his fellow new teammate.

[User]
Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Abel was still angry. Sapphire could tell but he was choosing to keep quite about it. The mission was more important after all. Sapphire discovered that she was unable to apologize for her behavior to Abel. There wasn't a way in which she could both say she was sorry for the manner in which she acted without taking back the things she'd said to Shiro. Gren was rational, while he may not like how Sapphire had reacted he could recognize that the faunus needed more self control. Abel on the other was much more emotionally driven. There wasn't anything she could say to him that would make this right without acknowledging that her words to Shiro had been false. Despite how important Sapphire considered the team's unity such a lie wasn't quite within her grasp.

As they entered the building Sapphire got a good look at the layout. The place was filled with cages housing all sorts of animals. Sapphire looked around at each one. This was cruel, some of them were kept in enclosures no bigger than a bedroom closet and others only marginally bigger. Didn't they have facilities to let these animals out in. Sapphire had had a dog in her youth. Several acres of land hadn't been enough space for him. He'd run and jump and bark till someone came to drag him back to the house. He never wanted to be cooped up and Sapphire couldn't imagine that any of these animals were thrilled with the arrangements either.

That was when she realized something. Almost all the animals were sleeping. The ones that were awake for the most part were lying down and all of them looked tired as if they'd run a long distance. Had they been sedated. Sapphire looked the area in disgust. This wasn't right, even if the animals had high aura levels, no matter what they could learn here these facilities were not set up to help the animals the way they should be helped.

The long tongued dog rather surprised Sapphire but no trace of that could be seen on her face. A nasty thought had just occurred to her about this place but she had no supporting evidence so for now it was merely a terrible idea.

Around this time Sapphire's scroll beeped signalling she'd received a text message. Hoping it was a status report from Gren Sapphire was only slightly disappointed to discover it came from Shiro instead. The gist of it was rather disturbing. The presence of Faunus on the island was rather unsettling as was large lizard creatures with an unnerving ability to control a semblance.

Having to fight animals was something that worried Sapphire. In general animals were unpredictable and because their brains didn't function the same way as a humans her semblance served only to agitate and confuse them.

"Come on Abel, we should go see what's beyond those doors. This place is disturbingly empty. I'll feel better when we find someone who can shed some light on what's going on here."

[Assistant]
"ComShops and Horn it is.", Skyra announced.
Forcefully she grabbed Ebon and jokingly pulled him behind her for a second or two before releasing him again.
"I'd prefer, if we two can do this job quickly and smoothly, so don't keep me waiting."

A few yards into the street where Skyra and Ebon were walking through towards the ComShops, Skyra's attitude changed from seemingly bored to death, to extremely attentive and quite a bit less secure than before. Although she was the one in front, after passing the first electronics shop, she dropped back close to Ebon.
"Don't laugh, if I tell you, I have a bad feeling right now. Something's wrong and I have no idea what it could be, just... keep your eyes open.", she whispered.


[System]
Age: 27

Race: Codru-Ji

Role: Explosives

Appearance:
-Build: Athletic Soldier
-Hair: Black, long
-Scar/Blemishes: Some scars from cuts and claws, one blaster wound scar on his left waist.
-Eyes: Brown
-Height: 1.7m
-Skintone: A dark grey-brown

Wear: Dazan wears scavenged imperial and republic armor on his legs and feet, his midsection is wrapped in bandages. Finally, he wears a specialized long coat to accommodate his 4 arms, with armor attached to the shoulders and wears addition armor on his forearms and gloves.

Equipment:
-Scatterblaster
-2 Westar-35 blaster pistols
-2 Damask-4 Dueling Swords
-A selection of explosives
-2 frags, 1 thermal grenade, 1 Cryoban grenade

[User]
As expected, Sirka's room wasn't really designed for someone of her size, but she could manage. As the Human had said, they could figure something out along the way. Besides, just looking around the ship at all of the exposed wires, it wasn't like these guys cared about the looks of their ship; they wanted function. Respectable, in Sirka's eyes.

Sirka wasted no time in making herself at home in her room. There were compartments large enough to hold her heavy repeater if she packed it properly, but she elected to keep it propped up against her bed regardless. If it was needed, she liked to be able to know exactly where it was and to be able to grab it quickly. The same was true of her E-11, which she pulled from its holster and slid underneath her pillow, though its holster, and all of her other bandoliers and other belongings she was fine with putting away in the storage compartments. For the moment, she packed away the case full of credits as well, but she did not like the idea of just keeping it in her room. Honestly, she didn't know how to deal with all of that money, but it seemed like a bad idea to keep it all in one spot, in or out of a bank. It would probably be a good idea to spread it around in different places, though she would need to do some research on how exactly to do it all. For the moment, she at least wanted to see if this ship had any hidden compartments she could use.

Once she had found a place for all of her belongings, Sirka stepped out of her room to find one of the others, not really caring who it was. This ship, the Nightfury, was large, but she couldn't just avoid everyone else for the duration of the mission. As such, she might as well try to talk to them, or at least learn all of their names. Tor and the Human woman were the first people she came across, so she figured they were as good a place as any to start. She leaned up against the door frame of the room with her arms crossed. "So, how long's it going to take to get to this 'Belona'? I guess we should at least all get introduced or something. Name's Sirka'ith. I'm from Nar Shaddaa, and no I wasn't hatched or raised there, but I'll be in my grave before I call Lwhekk my home."

[Assistant]
Tor huffed as Tony pointed out his niece wasn't all that little. "She may be 19 but she will always be my dala'ika (little girl) to me!" Tor shouted at Tony. She was in fact very mature for her age, having to babysit her uncle more so than vice versa when they went on hunts together. However Tony was off on his way to set their destination to Belona and he could feel the ship lift off and move through the atmosphere and eventually away from the planet. The gargantuan lizard made its way over to Tor and hopefully soon to be girlfriend if he was smooth enough to pick her up. It finally introduced itself to him in a polite manner, Tor figured she either wanted to get greetings out of the way or realized they would be stuck with each other a long time.

"It shouldn't be too long to Belona, Tony has modified the Nightfury to be incredibly fast for its size, faster than a blockade runner at least. I would say it could almost give the Millennium Falcon a run for its money, but ship specifics, hyper drive engines, and all that is my vod (brother's) department." Tor explained answering Sirka'ith's first question. "I am Tor Maximus, Chieftain of the noble Maximus clan of Mandalore. I have many places I call home, but Mandalore is where I am most drawn to protect."

[User]
Sirka looked around at the walls around her as Tor was describing the ship. "Hmm, looks like you pulled it out of a junkyard, but as long as it's got it where it counts. I was never one for looks, it's all about how it performs. Goes for pretty much anything, really." She commented.

Turning her gaze to the human woman, Sirka sized her up and flicked out her scent tongues to get a sense of her and Tor's mood. The fact that she was late to even show up might not reflect well on her, but then again, it wasn't like Sirka hadn't done the same thing in the past. Depending on if she was busy, distracted, or drinking, getting to meetings on time might not seem all that important. She didn't look to be equipped for heavy combat, so Sirka guessed her skills lay elsewhere. For a prison break, Sirka guessed that they would need a lot of different kinds of skills, though that meant herself and probably Tor would have to pick up their slack in a straight up fight. From the way she manipulated Tor as soon as she met him, Sirka guessed that seduction was perfectly within what she was willing to do, which could be useful. Of course, their introduction also revealed that Tor was particularly weak to seduction, so she would need to keep an eye on him when they ran into any females that could be working against them.

[Assistant]
Tony leaned against the wall in the hallway. He then tapped the ships hall with his knuckle twice. "I think you will find I did not find her in a junkyard, I found her as a shipwreck and then managed to convince an old boss to give her too me. Also just because I don't tidy up doesn't make it junk. She'll give a ship a fraction of her size a run for her money. I've outrun TIES in this thing, and those buggers make up for lack of shielding in speed and manueverability." he looked into the room nodding at Tors new toy, or was Tor her new toy?

"If you guys are really wanting to get all chummy if we're going to be doing some missions together all you need to know is this ships my baby, my names Tony and I'm a slicer and ship mechanic. If you want anything else you go to Tor he does the guns and the vehicles and thinks he's a good pilot but last time I saw him use his jetpack I needed to save his ass on the same day he tried to collect a bounty on my head." He shook his head. "I'm sure it was so embarassing, before we left a couple of kids called him Falling man I found it quite amusing."

[User]
Sirka gave a chuckle as she looked over to Tor. "Hmph, that sounds like a story. A 'great' Mandalorian bounty hunter swoops in to claim the life of our...dashing pilot. Then what happens, you fall into a sarlacc pit or something? I hear that has happened to your Mandalore way too many times. What is it about an unmoving pit on Tatooine that attracts him so much? Anyway, I can only imagine Tony staging a daring rescue, which turned into what I can only assume is a thriving romance between you two." Sirka joked as she found another spot on the wall with few enough exposed wires that she could lean against it.

"Well, anyways, you know what I'm good for. I'm the woman you want between you and the enemy's blasters. I don't really care about what you're planning for this prison break as long as you give me something to shoot. Or cut, or crush, or bite. I'm fine with some variety. Aside from all that, I like gambling, drinking, fighting, mating, drinking, shooting, and of course, drinking." She added.

[Assistant]
"Everyone has their off day alright? Lucky for Tony it was that day, and I already told you that it was a prototype jetpack! I was working on a new king of power source for unlimited flight, and you know me. The only good test is in an practical setting." Tor said defending himself. "Also I'll have you know that the Mand'alor is the only person to escape a Sarlacc Pit, not once, but twice and each the fault of that dreaded Han Solo..." Tor grumbled crushing his fists. "On another note I will let it pass since I did not give you fair warning. Do not disrespect my family, my culture, or my Mand'alor in anyway please. I will not take much offense at poking fun at my culture and you are more than welcome to poke fun at me, but I hold my family and my Mand'alor in high regards and will not stand for them to be insulted in anyway." Tor said in a polite way. Tor didn't even really let Tony poke fun at Boba Fett, but Tony was pretty much family and had come very close with his brothers and sisters so he didn't care much if he joked about them, but Tor wasn't going to let this new member to the team insult his leader or family without corrective action.

Though to lighten the mood that Tor had dampened a little bit Tor nodded with approval at Sirka's hobbies. "I myself am a fan of all of those as well. Tony on the other hand isn't as much of partaker in celebrations... He finds his enjoyment in less than ideal fun stuff, or maybe its just because I'm too hardcore at all that stuff that Tony is a little overwhelmed in it haha."

[User]
Sirka almost rolled her eyes when Tor started going on about avoiding any jokes on his culture, though she did manage to stop herself. Tor had to be about the most stereotypical Mandalorian mercenary she had ever seen, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She had, after all, taken a great interest in their people at one time, and she could pretty much predict how he would act in most situations. She liked to make fun of pretty much anything, but she supposed she could hold off on that particular topic. Sirka held up her hands and gave a slight laugh. "Fine, fine, I'll give your people all the respect in the galaxy. Besides, it's not much of an insult to say your Mand'alor escaped from that sarlacc twice. That thing's brutal; digests you for like a thousand years or something. I'll just make sure to make fun of you relentlessly instead."

Once the mood lightened and the topic shifted to recreation, Sirka gave a glance to Tony and looked him over and take in his scent. "You know, that really doesn't surprise me at all. You do got that look about you, Tony. 'Course, your kind also tend to be level-headed when you need to be, so you've got that going for you. Me...well, don't get in my way if I'm mad. Might end up ripping your arms off. I'm just glad at least one other person on this ship shares my idea of a good time." She commented as she slowly walked over close to Tor and looked almost straight down at him. "Maybe we should get together sometime and partake in some or...all of them." Sirka said suggestively, a slight smirk stretching across her reptilian visage.

[Assistant]
Tony just rolled his eyes "Sabaac is a true sport, not like your gambling on pods. Oh look lots of people going fast! This ship can go faster than them while we're asleep." He watched the exchange between Tor and Sirka. "You two, should just. Please don't, not anywhere within public eyesight or within earshot. I mean please, no offense to you Sirka but that is something I do not want to see." There was a ding that resonated throughout the ship. "We're going to be arriving at the rendevouz soon, which means it is almost time for us to decide how the hell we're going to get into a shielded prison that has a shield thats de-activated via a command centre in orbit. From the RV it's only a short hop skip and a jump away so if you need to get any rest or anything to eat or get yourself ready I suggest you do it now as there won't be a lot of time to do so."

He stood straight, stretching his back and then cracking his knuckles. He then turned to go to his room to grab something before they dropped out of hyperspace. However as he turned he faced the others in the room. "I got ten credits riding on the fact that there'll be an unexpected surprise for us once we drop out of hyperspace." With that he walked off and into his room. There he clipped his weapons into their respective holsters, the DC-15 charged and ready to fire. He had had Tor set it constantly to stun with two buttons to fire, it was easy to take out and fire in a fight as it was always ready if he was knocked down or sitting down at the time and he wouldn't accidently set it off. With that he donned his coat and head for the cockpit, where he tapped Bleep on the head and then sat himself down in the pilot seat just in time for a ding to resonate throughout the ship as it reverted to real space. The stars stretching and then returning to their normal visage.

Sat there waiting for them was an old Munificent class frigate. He tapped the intercom. "Hey guys, I'm going to need those ten credits."

[User]
Dazan had gone to the room presented and, after moving the mess of old parts to a corner of the room, set his stuff up near the bed. Once he was sure everything was there, he laid down to get some rest, as he hadn't had any good rest time in a couple days. Lo and behold, he wouldn't get any now, as he could hear them talking outside his room. He was still in enough of a trance that he couldn't hear everything they said, but a word hear and a couple more there were enough to keep him from napping.

Eventually, the captain of the ship said something about nearly arriving at their destination and them preparing themselves. That figured. Letting out a quiet sigh, he sat up and went through his things once more before loading up. Once done was when the message came across the intercom, "... Already things aren't going as planned."


[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 31/Human/Female

Appearance: Amy stands at about 5'3 with a mildly athletic body. She has light blonde hair and hazel eyes, and unbeknownst to many, she has a tattoo of a cherry blossom branch stemming near her left hipbone which wraps around her side and up the center of her back. For casual wear, she can be seen in dark leggins, brown boots, and a slightly large light-colored sweater.
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Occupation: Espionage agent/linguist

Weapons
* Multi-tool kit
* Laser pistol
* Ballistic rifle with long-range scope
* Obsidian blade

Armor: GRX Mach 2 is a custom powered armor designed to aid Amy in her tasks. It can effectively launch her about 30 feet in the air, and it has an autopilot setting which activates the moment it detects a stoppage or dramatic decrease in Amy's heartbeat. While in autopilot, the armor's main goal is to escape any imminent danger by taking cover or escaping, or as a last resort when no other means are possible, taking the offensive until the threat is eliminated or it is destroyed along with Amy inside. Additionally, the armor's headpiece allows Amy to see basic shapes and outlines, although it lacks to ability to help her see clear details.

Items
* Travel bag with some of her belongings.
* A small sensor gadget which detects sound and movement within a 100 ft diameter, even through obstacles such as walls or furniture.
* Portable hand-held device she uses to listen to music or other audio files such as books, TV programs, etc.

Skills: Amy has a heightened sense of hearing. She's skilled in hand-to-hand combat and is an expert navigator.

Powers: N/A

Other: She is blind in both eyes.

[User]
Tibulass put down a spare set of clothes (conveniently found in a store next to the grocer on Helios) on the bathroom counter before allowing herself to be pulled into the shower. Hushedly, the viking spoke, with her voice sounding through the shower with multiple echoes following behind it. "Eh, I'm not as hungover, but I think I'm a bit more bruised." Without even looking at herself, Tibulass pointed directly to her thigh, specifically one of the blood trails on it. "I still had tons of fun. I just hope I wasn't as rusty as I thought."

After a few minutes, the larger woman stepped out of the shower and toweled off, wrapping it around her tightly before she grabbed another one for her hair. "If you're still feeling like shit, I can take something to your room to eat for breakfast. It'll give you some time to recover." The girl fumbled around with the towel for a few moments before sighing. "Goddammit. I can't figure out how to do this part."

[Assistant]
Pax shut the door behind him as he turned on the light, illuminating the storage room he had entered and unveiling the sight of a colorful avian creature shoving it's head into a box. The robot's metal frame jolted as he rushed forward to separate the creature from whatever held it's interest, holding it firmly in hand and thwapping it rather lightly on the nose. "No! Bad Girl!" He scowled, bringing the creature closer to his face. "This stuff isn't ours, Nagansa, and I don't want you getting into trouble. You remember what our master would do when you misbehaved, right? The insect bastard..." Pax continued, sighing as he trailed off.

"Listen..." The robot cooed, sitting down on a box and carefully placing his pet upon his metal lap. "We don't know these people yet... I know you want to be free, but I don't trust them... what if they wanted to hurt you, too?" Pax spoke, clenching a hand into a fist as he began to pet Nagansa with his other. "I won't let them if I can help it... so you'll have to stay in here, for now... understand? I'll bring you food and water, and I've even got some yummy Tarberries I stole for you if you're a good girl."

Nagansa stared blankly up at Pax's face-plate, her many eyes trained on his. Suddenly she turned and hopped over to a nearby box, clicking happily and fluttering her wings. Pax emitted another sigh, though this time it seemed happier as well. "Yes, this place must be better than that dingy old cage. And we're going on our first adventure together. So exciting! Tell you what, I'll sneak you out for some exercise every now and then, too. Let you have some fun on planets, where you can..." Pax trailed off again, coming to a dreadful realization.

If Nagansa defecates in this room, then the ruse is sure to be up. There's scarcely any doubt that the other crew members will smell it on this floor - even with the door being shut. Kirukana are renowned for the smell of their feces, and Pax was afraid the crew would be more inclined to think she was a pest rather than a pet.

The avian creature in question, however, seemed none too distressed. She had begun clawing at the box atop which she was perched in an attempt to open it up, stopping only when Pax grabbed her gently and pulled her away. "No, Bad! Paklek, Nagansa! Paklek!" He scolded, thwapping her on the snout again.

[User]
The gloved hands around Henry's arm somewhat reminded him of handcuffs, for whatever reason. Each pace he took seemed to further his advance to his deep trance. Though they chose a less populated route, the claustrophobic feeling that smothers you in cities still crushed his body. There was no room for off steps, but loose steps were beyond the officer's care.

"So what's your story?", Henry asked. The officer had no reply. "Oh, come on. We still have time and you've got to be getting bored, we're just walking for fucks' sake."

"Hm. Ya don't deserve to hear it all, but let's just say that I seen things you wouldn't believe, and I done things you wouldn't imagine. When ya serve the law there is no god, no karma, and no room for fate. The things go on 'ere are strange for such a little port, but I built my life here, and I will defend every buried bone, every little stone, with ruthless justice on my side." the officer replied. He seemed irritated.

"Things I wouldn't believe? Sure."

"Yeah. I seen what you done, and countless other criminals on top of that. Yer not hard, yer just a sick coward."

"I killed my wi-"

"Don't ya fuckin' start with that! I read yer case file. Killing a defenseless family? Ya think that's the worst I seen? Mate, at this point yer just a pathetic scumbag, not worth the dirt on my boots. Now shut the fuck up and come quietly"

"You don't tell me to shut up, you lifeless product of the system.", Henry said, hoping to cut deep. He probably did, as the officer kicked the back of Henry's knee in, causing him to fall backwards into the officer's chest, who then wheeled him around and slammed him into a wall.
"Mate, if I'm a product of the system, then you're the waste what comes out to pollute and destroy. Get yer fuckin' head straight! I ain't doin' this job 'cause I love it, I'm doing it because I respect the Alliance, and this system we have in place. It ain't fuckin' perfect, nothin' is, but it's sure better than anythin' I've heard you put forward all day. Now shut the fuck up 'till you run yer own successful system", the officer spat, contempt thick in his voice. "Selfish coward.", he said, punching Henry in the sternum. Winded, Henry doubled over. When he got back up, he felt handcuffs on his wrists and a gag in his mouth. Well, this is degrading.

Within the hour he was at the Revenant, re chained to a post there as the officer contacted the head of this crew to get Henry off his hands. There was nothing to do but wait.

[Assistant]
Amy slowly opened her eyes when she heard Grayson's voice. She'd been awake for some time, but she had been listening to his slow, rhythmic breathing. It was soothing, which helped with the hangover she was dealing with at the moment. She was nauseated and had a terrible headache, but she knew that the only effective measure to counter the symptoms was time. Not even water nor food could do the job, not for her.

"Hey you, good morning," she finally whispered, her back still to him as she did not want to compromise the comfortable warmth that Grayson provided underneath the blanket. "I've been awake for some time, but I'm not going to lie, I don't mind putting off breakfast for a while just as long as I can stay here a little longer... What do you say, can you put a lid on your hunger for now?"


[System]
Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Camryn has brownish skin and straight, black hair as a result of her Māori heritage. She's fairly tall (5' 10"), and usually wears her (quite long) hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color, over which she wears a pair of slim-framed glasses. She's generally seen wearing jeans and various space-themed t-shirts under her school uniform.

Personality:
Camryn is very gregarious and lively, always talking to people and trying to get to know them. However, if someone causes her to dislike them, they will know immediately, as her personality when talking to them will do a complete 180; she will become cold and harsh, throwing out sarcastic remarks like candy and never raising her voice.

History:
Camryn was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to an employee of Industrial Illusions' New Zealand branch, her mother, and a stockbroker, her father. As she grew up, she took an especial interest in two things: her mother's work (and Duel Monsters by proxy), and space. Over the years, she helped her mother design several cards, including some of the new Cyber Dragon support. Her parents got her a telescope and a Duel Monsters deck for her 13th birthday, and she's used both almost every day since. Her father heard about Duel Tower from a friend of his who sent his son there, and after talking it over with Camryn and her mother, they decided that she would enroll there to learn how to become a pro duelist.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
The Gradius monsters (Falchion Beta, Victory Viper XX03, Blue Thunder T-45, etc).

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

Chosen Structure Deck:
Deepspace Rebellion, a custom structure deck.

Custom Structure Deck List:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
2x Deepspace Berserker
2x Deepspace Suffocator
1x Falchion Beta
1x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
2x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Berserker Soul
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Solar Ray
1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Painful Escape
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder
1x Rare Metalmorph

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

Current deck:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
3x Deepspace Berserker
3x Deepspace Suffocator
2x Falchion Beta
2x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin
1x Machina Fortress
2x Cyber Dragon

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
1x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder

Collection:
Chaos Emissary, Split Persona
Spellbook of Equilibrium x 3
Chaos Emissary, Lord of Summoning
The Depths of Space x 2
Deepspace Berserker
Chaos Emergence
The Chaos Emperor's Castle
Cyber Dragon
Gravesoil Sediment Golem
1x Steam Gyroid
1x Indomitable Fighter Lei Lei
1x Tyranno Infinity
1x Cycroid
1x Shien's Spy
1x Doitsu
1x Wroughtweiler
1x Steamroid
1x Cyber Archfiend
1x Berserker Soul
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid

Points:
50.

[User]
Megan woke up to the screaming of some infernal demon that caused her to roll out of bed startled and promptly slam onto the floor. "Ow" She muttered to herself. What a great way to start off her day. Still rubbing her head Megan slowly got dressed and made her way outside. At least the uniforms weren't too bad, she would've liked to wear sweatpants and was debating the merit of disobedience but figured it wasn't worth getting in trouble on the first day. Following the instructions she arrived at the cafeteria via the elevator rather quickly. It looked like they had bread, bread, and... more bread.

 Goody, at least there was milk. Megan grabbed a couple slices of bread and a glass of milk before grabbing a seat and glancing at her red duel tranciever as she ate. They were supposed to get their lessons through this? Did they still like, go to classes and have teachers? On the other hand it might be fun not having to sit in a stifling classroom. Megan wondered what action dueling would be like, hopefully she'd be a little better at it than standard dueling, being a track star didn't exactly help in a game of strategy and luck.

[Assistant]
Last night

"Bloody hell, this guy talks a lot. Still, he's not actually that bad." Camryn thought. "Y'know, Ben, I think we could be pretty good friends. For now, though, I'm gonna go set all my stuff down and explore the school a bit. See ya later!" And with that, she left Ben's dorm room, suitcase trailing behind.

...A few seconds later, she stuck her head back through the door and said "Sorry about my leaving kinda abruptly. I do want to be friends with you, honestly. I just want to find other people to be friends with too. Have a nice day!". Kinda cheesy, but oh well. She figured it'd get the message across well enough. Then she left for real, suitcase bumping along behind her.

Her room turned out to be pretty nice, though the bed was a bit creaky. She tossed her suitcase down, set out an outfit for the next day - A dark blue NASA shirt, another pair of jeans, and a school uniform - and, upon flopping onto her bed belly-first, realized she was incredibly tired. "Must've been the flight over. I've been jet lagged." She muttered groggily. Exploring the school would have to wait; right now she was utterly bushed. She crawled under the sheets and fell asleep almost immediately.

This morning

"EVERYBODY GET UP!!"

"GAAGH, JESUS-" *thump*

Camryn was just in the middle of an amazing dream about being aboard the ISS when some screeching asshole decided to make himself known in her room. She tumbled to the floor, sheets twisted around her. She flailed blindly as she tried to remove the sheets, yelling all the while. "WHO THE FU- oh." As she managed to lift the comforter from her face, she realized that nobody else was in her room. She did manage to catch the intercom announcement, though. She spent a frantic few minutes trying to find her Duel Tranciever, before realizing it was still in her pocket. She changed clothes, making sure to transfer her Tranciever to her other pants, and went down to get some breakfast.

"Let's see... bread, bread, bread, toast, jam, jelly, peanut butter, marmalade... Not a lot of choices, are there." She ended up grabbing two slices of toast, a mug of coffee (with as much sugar and cream as she could fit without it being sweet sludge), and some strawberry jam, then went to find a table to sit down at. She ended up next a girl with bright red hair. Between crunchy bites of jam-covered toast, Camryn asked her "So what's your name?"

[User]
Leander lazily opened his eyes when the loud announcement came through. He was used to loud announcements from his family to wake up, and although this one was much louder than his family, he didn't mind it too much. Flipping over onto his stomach and crawling on his bed over to his deck, he picked up the D-ceiver to look at the time. Too early, Leander thought as he pushed away the sheets and got up from the bed. Yawning loudly, he went to the sink to get ready for the day.

Leander put on one of the Light blazers above his black-and-blue pajamas, placed the D-ceiver into a pocket, and went outside, still half-asleep. He began to make his way to the cafeteria to get some much-needed breakfast. Leander hoped that there would be something good. Leander then spotted someone, and decided to make his first friend here (or at least try to).

"Hi!" Leander said to Shinrei with a goofy smile on his face. "Great first day here, am I right?"

[Assistant] Ben had woken up earlier and had left school grounds temporarily. He had decided to get his morning workouts in before class started. He needed to keep his body in shape after all. He was covered in sweat from head to toe when he finally got back to his room in his old school track suit. It was a bit tight now but it still fit the bill and he was glad he managed to get everything clean. He took a sip of his water from a bottle he had brought with him and then sealed it and threw it down onto his bed. Lucky for him his thing was vacuum sealed. However before he could even get out of his current clothes he was awakened by the sound of someone barking at him to get get food. Well hey it wasn't going to be good for him if he missed out on breakfast. He quickly threw on his uniform and left it unbuttoned and grabbed his duel disk but didn't attach it instead he carried it with him and left his deck in his deck box. Running out of his room he somehow ended running into his little posse. "Hey sir want to go get lunch together?" asked Henry as the others nodded at him as Ben smiled and shook his head. "Sorry guys I'm going to have to leave that for tomorrow. I'm just going to go and grab some food then meet up with some other dormies. But hey if we got time I'll chill with you guys later. Now come on we can still walk together." Ben said as he led his group to the cafeteria as he watched other Wind Dorm guys and girls mope and groan about the time and waking up while others like him were prepared. He would cheer them up if it wasn't for the fact his stomach demanded food. Ben's belly groaned as he blushed and ushered them quicker towards the food court.

[User] Megan looked up from her D-ceiver in surprise. She'd anticipated eating alone again, maybe this would a chance to make a new friend. "Megan.", it looked like the girl was a wind dorm. Someone else better than her, this time Megan wouldn't make the mistake of asking for help. "Your entry duel must've been pretty good to have gotten wind. What deck are you using?" Megan asked curiously very aware of her own earth uniform. Maybe if she could look at a bunch of decks from people who placed higher than her she could learn how to fix her own deck. It was worth a shot at least. As Megan took a quick glance at the other girl, she saw that the other girl wasn't wearing a skirt. Megan would have to see if she got in trouble or not. Hopefully they could wear shorts or pants without getting punished, skirts sucked for doing... anything really.

[Assistant] "Good to meet you, Megan." *crunch* *chew* "I'm using a Deepspace deck. To be honest, I think I only got Wind because of my finish. I had a bunch of copies of Solidarity and a full field of monsters, so I let my Deepspace Berserker end it in one massive shot. Otherwise, I think I would've gotten Earth." Camryn said around a mouthful of toast. She pondered a moment (and swallowed), then said "Not that getting Earth's a bad thing, of course. It just means you've got a bit farther to go, that's all. And the longer the journey, the more cool stuff you'll see and learn along the way." She took a sip of coffee. "What deck do you run?"

[User] Akira growled at the announcement having moved from meeting new people and finally got back to his room and to sleep before oh so very rudely getting awoken. Scrambling to get dressed, grabbing his deck and duel disk. Running down the hall bursting into the cafateria believing he was late.

[Assistant] Solidarity! That would make her deck so much better. She only ran warrior-type monsters and an 800 attack point boost was as strong as any of her equip cards AND it applied to every monster! "Um, its a sort of warrior equip card deck. I've never heard of deepspace monsters before, what do they do? Oh and you said you had a lot copies of Solidarity. Maybe you'd be willing to trade me something for it? I don't have any extra cards so I can only offer you one in exchange but I have some good ones, like Malevolent Catastrophe or Mystical Space Typhoon" Megan explained her offer as she set out her cards for the girl to look at. Megan was confident having at least one copy of Solidarity would make her deck better. Though she wasn't sure if trading cards was legal, if she didn't get caught it didn't matter. "Oh and you haven't told me your name yet." The girl's statement about earth not being so bad made her feel a little better. Megan could probably end up learning a lot, maybe even become better than any of the light students! Well that was a long way away, better to focus on the present. She took another sip of her milk as she patiently waited the other girl's response.

[User] "Hmm. I'd be willing to trade a copy for that Lightning Vortex you've got. Though if you'd rather hold onto it, I'm fine with that Call of the Haunted as well. As for Deepspace monsters, they're meant to be support for those old Gradius monsters, like Jade Knight, Victory Viper XX03, et cetera. They do a good job of it, as well." Camryn took another sip of coffee. "My name's Camryn, by the way. Camryn Fraser." She said all this with an easy smile on her face.


[System]
Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier

Weapons:
* Basket Hilted Broadsword
* Imperial Dagger
* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)
* Aged Pistol

Physical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt.

Mental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this.

[User]
The night was cold, colder than even Cyrdic was used to. But crisp. His senses were keen as a knife's edge, much like he often felt when he was in danger. He did not know exactly why, though the Chaos-wrought stone gargoyles mounted at various intervals of the balcony he had stepped on could have been a factor. The snow had stopped falling for now, leaving the outside an almost impenetrable void of darkness beyond the torches on the balcony.

"Leave us," Rishnekov said to the Royal Hussars who framed the doorway. They only hesitated for a moment, and then gave a curt bow before exiting into the Palace, closing the curtains behind them. Cyrdic tried not to think too much on it for his sake. He felt Rishnekov was a brave man, meeting Cyrdic alone without supervision. His voice caught the Ostlander's attention.

"So, Herr Richter, from where do you hail in the Empire?" he inquired, though his eyes were on the gem that was attached to the head of his cane, polishing it idly as he stared into it. The silence after he spoke was near deafening. The wind howled a moment later. It sounded uncomfortably similar to wailing. He tugged his furs closer to his muscled form, recalling he felt the familiar press of his dagger sheath against the side of his leg.

"Nordland."

"Truly? I heard there was an unfortunate incursion as recently as a few scant months ago."

"I was there at the battle." Cyrdic replied. He was lucky Ostlanders and Nordlanders were both terse in their wording. He doubt he could pretend to be a Reiklander unless he was speaking to someone from Cathay. "The barbarians were tough as always, but they were sent back to the realm of Chaos where they were spawned."

"Chaos is never truly defeated." the dark man replied. He spoke to Cyrdic as if he was talking to a hound that had done something ignorantly wrong. "I had thought someone from a region such as Nordland would have understood that."

"Let us not argue semantics, my lord. The Norscans were slaughtered save a paltry few, and I believe we can do the same to the force outside. They have little in the way of provisions for a long campaign, yet they continue to sit there. Would that not suggest they know help is coming?" Cyrdic reasoned. "Better to strike at them now. We need only 7,000 good Lancers and archery support from the walls and they will be routed in a day."

Rishnekov finally halted his inspection of the gem and turned to regard Cyrdic. Somehow, he felt as if a weight had landed upon his body merely by the man's look. His cloak opened with a small sway of his shoulders, and Cyrdic thought he could see a drop of red. "Herr Richter, how long have you been in Praag, may I ask?" The question was rhetorical, he could discern. "You are of noble blood, if I recall correctly. Yes? I have only been to Nordland a few times in my life, but I familiarized myself with the courts there well enough. You know, as I do, that certain politics plague those in charge and threaten to topple what we hold so dear... If Enrik were to attack tomorrow, then he would be overthrown the next day. He has more enemies than you can imagine. And if Praag was without a ruler, we would not be able to hold off what is coming."

"If it is not already here." Cyrdic replied.

"There is always evil in Praag. I suggest you come to terms with that, Herr Richter."

There was something very off, but Cyrdic could not quite understand what. He felt him needing to keep himself from baring his teeth in front of the man, though he made no move to threaten Cyrdic. "Have you eaten yet, Lord Rishnekov? Shall we call for a servant to provide some food as we speak? I had just eaten at a place of very high esteem, the Hussar's Hooves. But I could still eat a bit more." Cyrdic saw all he needed to see when Rishnekov looked at him, the barest whisper of a nameless recognition. "I always grow famished when speaking of killing Chaos worshipers."

Cyrdic flexed his hands behind his furs, gazing at Rishnekov's every move as the man regarded him.
"That is very kind of you..."

[Assistant]
The band struck up a tune and the couples began the dance. It was a staid Imperial tune with which Camilla was familiar from her time as lover to the Count of Ostland's son. It seemed strange to be taken back to a time before she had met Cydric and embarked on her present life as a sellsword. It really wasn't that long ago, perhaps a year and a half, though with all the travel they had done her sense of time was far from certain. It seemed a distant time now and it was hard to imagine that she had been that person, she had been convinced that she would only need spend a few months in the 'court' of Ostland before she would attract a lover who would whisk her off to Altdorf or Marienburg and house her in a palace with every comfort. It was hard to imagine that she had gone from that to working as hired help at a besieged city at the edge of the world.

"Does something amuse you," Indendre's cultured voice cut in on her reverie. Camilla executed the required spin and moved into the promenade, allowing the elf to lift her hand in his own.

"Lo how the mighty have fallen," she quoted with an ironic grin. If the elf were confused by the reference he gave no sign of it, gliding through the steps of the dance with grace that was literally inhuman. It seemed strange to her that an elf would be so familiar with Imperial culture as to know a dance by heart but it would have been rude to enquire. She was receiving a number of hostile stares from the other women of the court, clearly envying her the elegant elf as a dance partner. Several of the men were already trying to appear casual in their jostling for the next dance with her.

"Why are you interested in me?" she asked the elf as they made a series of graceful turns and moved from the promenade into the waltz. The other elves were watching Indendre with unreadable expressions as he laughed lightly.

"Well because you are interesting of course," the elf said easily, avoiding the thrust of the question with grace.

"And why is that?" she pressed, even though she knew it was pressing the bounds of propriety.

"How many famous Tilean sellswords come noblewomen do you see at this dance m'lady," Indendre replied ironically. Camilla arched any eyebrow but didn't miss a step of the complicated crescendo of the dance, turning against the elf with hands raised palm to palm without every quite touching. Clearly the elf recognized the pair of them though she couldn't for the life of her imagine how. Perhaps Dietricha had told him, her eyes sought for the wizard but didn't find the woman on a casual glance.

"That isn't it," she said, sensing the elf wasn't speaking the whole truth, but before she could press the matter the song concluded with a bow from the men and a curtsey from the women. Before the note finished reverberating people swept in on them. Camilla found herself facing a young hussar who was a little more aggressive than his fellows, but Indendre, despite being besieged by the ladies of the court seemed to glide gracefully out of their reach to rejoin his fellows.

[User]
The two men stared at one another, their senses on a knife's edge. If this was a normal circumstance, Cyrdic would be wary but confindent that he could overpower the man. But his Ulric honed instincts made him realize the way he moved, the easy grace in which he smiled, the controlled grip of the man's hand. He was far more dangerous than he appeared. He seemed to be studying Cyrdic as well, though the Ostlander could tell he seemed far too at ease for what was about to occur.

Maybe if Cyrdic could head inside and beat him to the party. No, that wouldn't work. Perhaps if he could-

The music started.

They looked at one another one more time, and then moved. Cyrdic and Rishnekov stepped forward simultaneously. Cyrdic had the feeling that the man wouldn't fall for an easy punch, so he moved forward with his weight but kept his guard up, feinting high then kneeing low. Somehow with a serpent-like grace, the dark man knocked aside Cyrdic's leg with a mere sweep of his hand, his other hand shooting forward faster than the eye could see, grabbing Cyrdic's shoulder. Sigmar he was strong!

The mercenary pushed forward, grabbing the expensive cloak of his adversary and pulling upwards to lift him off the ground, though Rishnekov snarled and slapped Cyrdic so hard across the face, he dropped him and stumbled backward. It was only on instinct that he punched forward, somehow landing a solid blow on Rishnekov's abdomen, though it seemed to faze the man little. As they traded punches, Camilla and Indendre were the object of the court's eye, the music echoing off the chambers as they watched the two dance. Outside, Cyrdic felt nail-like claws puncture his skin beneath his furs. He only just barely caught the wrist, muscling the hand out of his lower stomach before he was eviscerated.

"What the hell are you?" Cyrdic growled.

"You're strong for a human." Rishnekov replied back venomously. "Even stronger than you appear." As if he was savoring the moment of his triumph, Rishnekov opened his mouth to reveal predatory fangs. Horrible realization flooded Cyrdic, and the reason he was fighting an uphill battle became frighteningly clear. They found themselves grappling in a contest of strength. Wolfish ferocity against Unholy might as they each tried to break the other.

Slowly, all too slowly, Rishnekov's unlimited stamina began to win. Cyrdic felt his grip on the Vampire's wrists slipping, and even the strength Ulric had granted him was waning in the face of this monster's will to feed. The dark regent opened his mouth once more, fangs protruding as his face inched toward's Cyrdic's exposed neck. Until Cyrdic felt the warmth of one of the balcony brazier's behind him. He did what Rishnekov did not expect, buckling under the force and using his weight against him, going under and then pressing up with his massive shoulders, sending Rishnekov end over end to fall into the flame.

Rishnekov shrieked, his skin instantly catching fire as if he was laced with black powder, his dark suit lighting up in a parody of oil on water. Cyrdic did not have time, he grabbed the Vampire's kicking feet and pushed them upward, sending him falling to a fire death into the darkness below. Behind Cyrdic the curtains opened a moment later, and the Servant walked out with drinks. "Herr Reiner I..." he began, looking about. "Where is Regent Rishnekov?"

"He went back inside." Cyrdic said, trying not to appear too out of breath, holding a hand on his disheveled mane of hair. "Could you fetch my wife?"


[System]
As posted in the OoC.
Age: 16
Gender: Girl.
Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes.
Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane.

Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city.

From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after.

Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law.
Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy.
Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing.
Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously.

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif.
Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do.
Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long.
Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.

[User]
Algorithm

"Indeed she has," Maria answered with certainty. "But soon she will pay for her crimes, and we will start an eternal age of prosperity."

She landed back on her wheelchair. "But I can't do it without you, Eponine. Aurora needs us. The world needs us." She held her hand towards her.

"Take my hand, and let's make our dream come true."

[Assistant]
book of bad juju

A vague answer...well that is to be expected. No way she was going to give one whole sob story of her life to someone she just met and did not trust.  When Violetta asked the question back at her, Alice did not give her an immediate answer.

I still have not given her name...and I intend to keep it that way. I don't doubt the Authority may have a file on me even though I'm the type who do not really stand out since I usually would corner a target alone and kill her without anybody witnessing the deed. Its best if I give her false information since if they really do have a file on me, they may trace any living relatives I may have. Since, I am not with the Authority, they may force me to join them using those relatives as hostages. Even if I am in the Authority, I would have follow the rules they set. They was no way I was going to follow those rules or becoming some other magical girl's dog like this girl.

Alice stopped running, placing her hands behind her and turned to Violetta with a sad smile on her face. Well at least I should tell her some kind of sad story...and hopefully she would be satisfied with it.
"Me? There is nothing special about me really. I'm just an orphan trying to survive in this new world. My whole family died due to an accident when I was young and left me all alone. I have been wandering around doing my own thing ever since."
Alice then looked over at the dull horizon of the industrial sector. She did not want to ask the question so soon but it would better if she just get it out of the way. She wanted to know where Violetta stood in all this. The other girl may be from the Authority but also must have her own opinions. Alice then turned back to Violetta still having a sad expression on her face.

"Say...Violetta, what do you think of the state of Aurora right now?"

[User]
Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up.

So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo.

"The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"

[Assistant]
book of bad juju
Alice just stared at Violetta for a moment then she chuckled.
"Personally, I find Aurora a much nicer name. Germany sounds dull by comparison now."
That was the truth. Alice found the name indeed much nicer to hear and say but nothing about the country resembles one. The country just was not fit for such a name which was used for a beautiful phenomenon akin to a spectacular light show. However, that was not the issue here and not the answer Alice was expecting from Violetta.

Maybe she did not understand my question.Is she really fine with the current state of affairs with the Authority and resistance fighting each other daily? Is she fine with the magical girls fighting with each other even over petty things? Or is she the type not to think too much and just follow orders from the top? Is she really okay with that?

Alice leapt off the building and stopped again.
"Chaotic..." Alice needed to be careful not to be too antagonistic to the Authority or revealed her desire for co-existence. "Witches and petty territorial disputes are bad enough. Moreover, we have two sides fighting for god know's how long. Things don't seem to be changing any time soon. If only someone would just step up and do something..."
Alice realized what she was just saying and stopped herself. She quickly turned to Violetta and started to panic like a teenage girl who just revealed some dirty secret.
"I-its not like I want to be that 'someone'. I mean, I'm just one of the people caught up in all this like many others and just wished someone would just save us. I just want some peace..."
A tear trickled down Alice's cheek. She just partly talked with her heart after all. She quickly wiped the tear and laughed.
"Hehe...silly me. I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. We should continue on...we are almost there."

Alice did not realize she would actually cry. She only meant to come off to Violetta as a friendly magical girl who was not an enemy.
I really suck at this...I really hope Violetta does not start to prepare to take me down...

[User]
Violetta glared. Behind her eyes, a thousand voices clamoured out in sheer mindless rage, and they were all her voice, and they were buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Traitor!" called out one. "Liar!" said another. "Theif! Infidel! Pre-cinder! Degenerate! HUMAN ROAST!"

She reined it in, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her. She could burn the lying twisty purple fiend into a pile of ash somewhere where she wouldn't be a problem, like in this lab she was meant to investigate. Or something. It was getting hard to think, with all the little bits of yourself that usually did the thinking screaming bloody murder. It was worse, because she agreed with them. Labs! Think about labs. White coats. Chemicals. Test tubes. Acids that would tear faces away as little girls screamed in terror, curling up into balls like cockroaches leaving nothing behind but wisps of white smoke and a convenient little grief seed she could suck the soul out of.  Violetta tried her best to stay calm as she jumped from parapet to parapet, but surely her companion must've noticed something by now?

No, it seemed like she was still talking. Violetta just managed to hide her true feelings as she turned and flapped on about something relatively unimportant, in her eyes. She nodded, and tried to seem empathic, even making a half-hearted "There there" as the tears began to flow. Not that a german-hating fiend like the girl in mauve had any real feelings, Violetta privately observed, but it was good to keep up appearances. Thank god she hadn't asked her a question, otherwise she'd looked like a real fool. But the girl seemed to have just told her some mundane secret about herself. It couldnt've been too important, and anyway, the dead didn't tell tales.

[Assistant]
book of bad juju

Whether it was her being paranoid or not, Alice felt she needed to be extremely careful with Violetta. She was risking herself when she had said what she did a moment ago. If Violetta was indeed the Authority's loyal dog, then Alice would be in big trouble once she led the other girl to the lab location. However, Alice made sure to keep calm as she had an alternative plan if something did go wrong. If that plan failed, then she would have to prepare to face Violetta...and maybe a large group of her allies. Alice stopped talking and led Violetta.

Eventually, she had reached the location of the lab she found. She had indeed stumbled on the abandoned lab by accident however she had guessed that it was something important and the Authority would come to investigate. That was the reason why she had drawn a circle which was not too big nor too small around the hole she had fallen into. The circle drawn was hardly visibly since it had been a few days however Alice knew it was enough to activate her cage spell just in case. All she needed was for Violetta to go into the circle.

However, Violetta had no idea that she had already blocked the hole with huge rocks thus a person could not just simply fall into the hole. They need to blast their way through to enter. If the lab was in terrible condition, it would just cave in leading it troublesome to clear the rubble and investigate. Alice was not going to let the Authority get a one-up with Shadow Compact. Same could be said if it were the other way around. Alice walked over into the circle boundary and motioned Violetta to follow her.

"The entrance is here...don't tell me why its underground. I covered it back so nobody else would find it since it looked super important."
It was now or never...

[User]
The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down.

Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole.

She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.


[System]
Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=vR18NP-acL4

Gender: Male? I'm a slime...no genitals. I think...

Species:
Slime > Amorphous Slime

Appearance:

A fluctuating red and orange colored slime that would probably fill a five gallon bucket. It's genuinely difficult to tell where he's looking unless he "generates" a head with limited facial features.

Goals: The world is vast and new. I want to see it and hopefully not get killed by some idiot newbie with a stick sword.

Past Life:
Asura's past life he only had a few things that stood out. He worked for the city he lived in. Doing things like mending roads, removing trees, cleaning up debris from storms, fixing waterlines and sewage, installing signs and various lights. He's sort of a jack of all trades when it comes to work. Thankfully he wasn't high enough in the chain to be forced to do loathsome paperwork. While not at work he was doing one of three things. Playing video games, namely western styled rpg's with the occasional slice of life genre. Busting his ass at the gym to keep a general strong body. The gym led to the third aspect of his life, boxing. He loved boxing even if he never went pro. His naturally high pain tolerance stacked with building it up higher through training let him dominate local challenges. Despite being a healthy guy and working hard he still died fairly young. He honestly doesn't remember how it happened but he figured it's most likely work related.

Abilities:* Physical Damage Resistance I - Lowers physical damage taken by a little bit. (A bundle skill applying to all three types, Blunt, Slash, and Pierce)
* Blunt Damage Resistance I - Lowers Blunt based damage taken by a little bit.
* Piercing Damage Resistance I - Lowers Piercing based damage taken by a little.
* Magic Resistance I - Magic damage from lower level spells is reduced, regardless of its element. Whenever you gain Elemental Resistances, their threshold will be used first before Magic Resistance is activated. Obtaining at least one level of all Elemental Resistances will cause Skill Synergy and automatically increase Magic Resistance by one rank.
[Earth Resistance I - Take less damage from Earth and Earth Elemental Magic. If all other Elemental Resistances are acquired, this will also increase the rank of Magic Resistance.
* Limited Shapeshift IV - Two properties of your body, not including color, temperature, or base material, can now be altered in the same manner outlined at Rank III. Unlike Rank III, these properties can be maintained simultaneously. Your body, or an extension, could become Sharp AND Hard, or gain a Texture while maintaining another property. Your ability to shift fine details with your base form is increased. The ability to shift fine details with extended forms, such as pseudopods, is now the same as the details on the base form from Rank III. If you alter only one property of a form, such as Sharpness, that property is greater than it was at Rank III. Your maximum reach with extensions remains the same. Forms that are most commonly used or associated with earlier Ranks now cost less Stamina to maintain. Your maximum "reach" with stretched portions of your body remains the same. While maintaining your original mass your ability to alter fine details is increased. A "blade" made from your body could be shaped in various ways, for instance, but a pseudopod with a blade at its tip would not be so refined; this would apply to other features like imitated body parts or facial traits.
* Stamina Furnace I - A form of physical and mental cultivation akin to meditation. Similar to concentrating on the beat of one's heart to calm it, you have accelerated the rate of physical recovery. Expend Mana to restore Stamina. This effect is increased if you have recently eaten, as it speeds up digestion--however, this may require larger amounts of food
* Blood Drain I - Through physical contact with whatever body part or orifice the user needs to eat and drink, drain the target's blood through an already open wound. In addition to dealing damage, this skill also restores the user's HP. The amount of HP restored will not be the same as the amount of damage dealt or the same as the amount of blood consumed. Any disease, poison, or other danger contained within the target's blood may also present a threat to this skill's user. At this rank the user is limited in how much blood they can drain and how quickly, as well as the target's defense, healing factor, and other circumstances.
* Cling I - As a Slime you are naturally suited to sticking to objects. By expending stamina, you cling to any surface and are able to climb or stick upon it. At this rank, the type and texture of the surface will change the skill's effectiveness. At this rank, you are much slower when moving on objects while clinging. At this rank, this skill cannot be used save to climb or stick to surfaces.
* Faster I - Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Harder I - You have toughened yourself up through training! Clenched muscles or hardened flesh can be an effective shield--your base defensive stats increase! By gaining at least one rank in Faster, Stronger, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur to increase the rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Dextrous I : Your practice with fine manipulation and using your pseudopods has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your body can now be used to more effectively manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things without other Skills.
* Slime Whip I - A unique ability for slimes. Create a sturdy tendril from a pseudopod and lash out at the enemy. At this rank, your range of reach is 5 feet. -Skill Synergy- You possess Limited Shapeshift III. Range is increased to 10 feet and adding a shifted blade, bludgeon, etc to your Whip is more effective.
* Throw Item I - Using an item from your inventory, you hurl it at the opponent by expending Stamina. Different items may have different effects and some are more suited than others as projectile weapons. At this rank, the chance to destroy the thrown item is very high. Damage type depends on the item.
* Smash II - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage! Damage buff increased. Stamina drain increased. Using a non-blunt type attack can now trigger this skill, but its power will be halved.
* Slash I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Slashing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Skewer I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Piercing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Rabid Fit I - Fly into a mindless rage, and destroy the enemy! A sudden burst of fury grants you increased strength and damage, but you'll become more vulnerable to damage yourself.
* Overwork I - Push through, break the limit, and--probably need a nap later. When you really need it, you're able to summon up just that little extra bit of power, at the cost of slowly stressing yourself to death.
* Skill Synergy: Rabit Fit I, Overwork I, Smash II. Your attack's power is vastly increased!

Transformations:* Slime > Amorphous Slime > ?

Inventory:* Healing Herbs x2 (??? Quality)
* Source Crystal Shard x1
* Jawbone Club x1 (??? Quality)

[User]
~Temporary Campsite~
Throat Pouch:
- x1 Mana Crystal
- x4 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing

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"Any will do, yes." As Oberon began casting his magic, Ash did what she had before, watching Oberon play with his magic. After the experiment with the Mana crystal, she was almost certain there was something to this but she still didn't exactly know what. What was she even looking for? She really didn't know herself. Just some way to physically interact with Mana in order to see its chemical makeup, so to speak. She watched the magic flow from his body towards his hand. Making a simple ball, Oberon then began to change and experiment with it. Turning it into a cube, then back into a ball, then into a pyramid. He continue to make simple, small three dimensional shapes. He seemed to be getting fairly adept with Mana Shape. She should practice too, but always getting interrupted was making slow progress.

Ugh, she needed a lab.

"I see, thank you Oberon." Ash replied closing her eyes. She should probably meditate somewhat and get her Mana back as well. Argh, so much to do so little time. "I would suggest one of us goes gathering or hunting soon as well, but for now I'll be back in the shelter if anyone has need of me."

[Assistant]
Danny was relieved to see the Slimes give up and leave, though part of him still wanted to get both his exp and his revenge. He wondered how close he was to his next level and since he had already learned that just wondering didn't reveal anything he had to try something new. " System, how close am I to leveling?" He felt stupid asking and honestly didn't expect any reaction.

As he prepared to leave his hiding spot and look for a safe place to finish meditating he noticed both monsters and what looked pulverized mana crystal heading in the direction of the core. Wondering if he could somehow use the dust to replenish his Mp he flew straight into it and focused on absorbing as much mana as he could.

If it worked he would head straight for the patch of healing herbs near the pond, otherwise he would look for an empty hole in a cave wall first, to meditate in.

Abilities:

* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force II
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis II
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis I!
* Mana Dart I!

Inventory: Source Crystal Shard x1

[User]
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Despite Bonie's less than helpful input, the old goblin did have a point... Was it wrong for a creature to eat? Perhaps. But perhaps not... Despite his reservations about devouring souls, it appeared as if Jason didn't have a choice, as any other means of mana regeneration was unavailable to him.

However, just as Jason was about to give up on hope, the spirits seemingly answered his plea, and revealed to him a buried nest of unhatched fanged lizard eggs, each housing the bud of a soul. Swallowing, Jason reached forward to consume the tiny motes of light, for him to eat these blank slates was mercy compared to the fate that would await them in the dungeon.

Pulling back from his small meal, thoroughly disgusted with himself, Jason turned his attention to the dire rat, the one that was starting to follow the scent trail of Ardur and Asura. Strangely enough, the rat had yet to notice his presence as he crept up behind it.

Without warning he launched himself into the rat with [Levitate]! With all his might, he focused on the assimilated dire rat's mana, trying to pull it into himself without fully consuming its soul, similar to what he had seen Asteria use on Ardur earlier.

[Assistant]
Asura took note of the permissions he seemed to have and the two skills he now knew of but hadn't activated yet. Stamina Furnace? That was new. The Analysis probably came with a boost from the source shard. A shame all the mana crystals seem to have vanished, it was clearly a magical item. But that could wait for now, now it was time to fight since more undead seemed to be showing up.
"We might have to retreat early, but lets take care of what we can. I seem to have regained some stamina and I have three herbs." Asura called over to Mother Slime and Ardur. Both of which were doing their own thing and doing it well.

Ardur was about to be flanked by a skeleton goblin who had a stick. So Asura rolled over and unleashed what he hoped was a Charged Smash. But he held back some energy, trying to get the same effect but using less Stamina. System, keep update of newly found skills. He requested, seeing if that would help him learn what the fuck he was doing half the time. The Slime Shell still eluded him, but he'd figure it out eventually.

As he pulled back from the skeleton, hoping it was blown back a bit, Asura 'tilted' his head. "System, form party with Ardur and Mother Slime." He stated out loud so they wouldn't be surprised if something popped up. No need to break concentration within combat. The System had mentioned party stuff, so maybe it'd give him a little status bar of his allies so he can tell how they're doing. Speaking of how things are. System, stamina update. He thought while circling around Mother Slime to intervene with Dire Rat undead. Gearing up another Smash for its face to prevent its more damaging attacks.


[System]
Y o r u

Personal Dossier

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Age

15

Origin

Takamatsu, Kagawa

Physical Description

Standing at 5'3", Yoru is perfect height to be an idol. Her physical traits are well groomed. Her pure white hair is cut to a cute length and styled frequently, her dark skin is free from any noticeable blemish as a result of her extreme skin care, and her clothes seem to just fit better than other people. To call her an idol rather than a hero wouldn't be too far off.

Characterization

Attention-seeking
Spiteful
Self-centered
Artistic
Calculating
Vain

Personal History

Born to two pro heroes, Yoru's chance at a normal life was gone from the start. Unfortunately for her, neither of her parents decided to slow down their heroism. From a very young age, she was raised by a series of caretakers. They were fine, but none of them stuck around long enough to make a connection. The only friend that she had during all of this was her art. Years of charcoals, pencils, pastels and paints had formed her childhood. Art was the only thing that made her happy, but the direct scorn of her parents for this killed any interest the young Yoru once had on it.

As she grew, her parents kept on trying to instill their sense of heroism and justice on her. Every heroic thing she did was rewarded by her parents with love and affection, even if they were such small things as helping an old woman move a sack of rice. Conversely, every time she showed her parents her art or anything else unrelated to being a hero, she was meant with disapproval and ignoring. Even though they were her blood, her parents never felt like as though they raised her. The isolation corrupted Yoru. She would be a hero, even if it was just for the attention.

Of course, the easiest path was through a hero school. With all of her drive put towards becoming a renowned hero, she was just good enough to enter Ishin Academy—the school her parents wanted her to enter. Her path to superherodom would start there.

Character Development & Conceptualization

As a character, Yoru is meant to symbolize and exploit the issues of commercialized heroism. Rather than be a hero for the sake of helping others, she is a hero in order to become famous. She's meant to ask the question of what is actual heroism. If someone saves a life to save a life and another saves a life for fame, what's the actual difference between the two? Likewise, what does the effect of this commercialization and commodification have on these types of people?

Likewise, she's meant as a character who isn't able to do what she wanted. Her number one goal was to be an artist, but was unable to because of her parents disapproval. Being the child of two pro heroes, nevermind two absentees, has an effect on the head. For Yoru, becoming a renowned hero is a way to gain her parents approval. The fame she desires stems from the corrupted dreams of wishing to become a renowned artist and the belief that her parents will finally pay attention to her.
Abilities & Talents

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Quirk Type

Emitter

Quirk Description

Going by the name [Black Paint], one can easily assume the basics of Yoru's quirk. From her mouth, she can exude a pitch black substance that allows for the creation of "holes". These holes can be created by the paint being placed on opposite sides of an object. If a direct path can be made between the two painted areas, instantaneous travel can be made between the two points.

Additionally, if something is covered in an uninterrupted line of paint, a light force will cause it to split into two. These objects are still connected, so to speak. The insides are covered by a thick black and a nigh indestructible elastic rope connects the now separated objects. While it can't be cut and resists almost all impact, the rope is limited to a ten meter stretch. Each meter is harder to pull than the next and the resistance approaches about infinity at that mark. Reattachment is as simple as placing the two separated pieces together again.

The paint has a simple weakness: it's a liquid. If it mixes with any other liquid, it will violently attempt to make things how they were. Any object intersecting a portal will be shot out via the path of least resistance. If a rope is wet, then it will slowly retract until fully repaired. Once the black paint is no longer intersecting a foreign object or reattaches separated parts, it will begin to wash off. It also lasts up to thirty minutes before flaking off and turning to dust, causing the same process as water.

Other Talents & Attributes

While rough around the edges, Yoru is half decent at art. She suffers from not actively pursuing her interests, but the effort she put into it during her early life is apparent. She also knows a bit about art history, but it's not often that it comes up.

Her voice and mannerisms are pleasant to listen to. This is less natural and more effort, as she has spent months of effort into making herself as marketable as a hero as possible.

She's also rather athletic. Not enough to win any competitions or set any class records, but she put the effort into exercising that she wouldn't be left behind by anyone.

[User]
Location: Ishin Academy, Sapporo, Japan -- April 7th

Interacting With: Asuka @Hero

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What about you?

Yoshiba had been contemplating what kind of training she could do for a few minutes, so she supposed the best answer to give her roommate was a bit of the truth. Yoshiba didn't lie often and stretching the truth like she had with why she had picked Ishin was about as far as she would go. The blue-haired girl thought of the various training she could do like body conditioning, indoor exercises, and informal study of the sidekicks she was paired with for a year. She was admittedly a little anxious, despite her bravado.

"Guess I'll do some body conditioning. Basic training." She uttered, thinking about Asuka's plans. "Checking out the building wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe I'll do that before figuring out lunch, unless they're gonna like call us to a cafeteria or something. Either way, result's the same."

[Assistant]
Kana couldn't help the shock—or the twinge of disgust—that twisted her face as Wakako explained the intricacies of her quirk. It was sympathetic, of course, and she cringed at the idea that her roommate might think she was disgusted by her and not the preparations she had to go through to get her quirk working, but it seemed as though Wakako understood. Perhaps she was even used to it; after all, how many people wouldn't flinch at the idea of drinking dangerous chemicals, on top of god-knows-what-else?

She nodded appreciatively when Wakako suggested their quirks' more finicky aspects were similar, but in truth, listening to the cannon's explanation had her feeling grateful that all she had to put up with was pain. There were prospective dangers with her quirk, of course, but at the very least she never had to worry about drinking poison or eating metal, to say nothing of worrying about things exploding in her face.

Still, shock and worry aside, Kana found herself rather relaxed. She'd taken a seat on the bed she'd lifted, and while Wakako talked she had listened closely and almost forgotten herself. Her hands had stopped shaking, her heart, still hastened, no longer pounded against her chest like the feet of a rabbit. Her elbow still stung, but what was pain compared to anxiety? She was smiling, even, swept up in Wakako's enthusiasm for what her quirk might do with a little practice, and her pride for what she could do already.

"I'd like to see that, when they let us," she said, and did mean it. It had been years since quirks had been such a welcomed topic; back home her father had made discussing them practically taboo. Kana of course hadn't spoken a word about her own quirk to anyone before Ishin had entered the picture, and so Wakako's question stumped her, at first.

No, no. Don't lie, you know exactly where your quirk is headed.

Perhaps it was the fact that, for the first time in a while, she felt like she had a handle on her nerves, but she managed to quiet her own thoughts before they could bring disaster back to fragile, tentative calm she'd mustered.

"Oh," she said, surprised at the relative clarity of her own voice. "I'm not sure…maybe lifting two beds at once?"

Was that a joke? Had she tried to make a joke? Even in her own stillness she could feel herself cringing.

"Uhm…b-but, really, I don't know. It might seem a bit…dumb, but I'm not really sure what I'm capable of. I guess I'd like to find out, here. I-is that wrong? I mean…Ishin is supposed to be…well, Ishin, and…"

Wow, you can't go thirty seconds without trying to sabotage the conversation, can you?

Well, it was nice while it lasted. Kana felt her smile twitching. She bowed her head, cleared her throat.

"Sorry. I guess the…ah…speech, that the Supervisor gave still has me a little nervous. I guess we'll have to get used to imposing faculty, though, huh? I'm sure the teachers aren't any...warmer than he is."

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[User]
Tanegashima Wakako

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy. April 7th

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Wakako laughed along with Kana's little joke. It was hardly a side-splitter, but it was kind of funny. Kana went on to explain in somewhat halting terms that she didn't really know what she was capable of. It was perfectly reasonable, assuming her parents were out of the picture, or that she had only one around and they didn't share her quirk. Of course all she could do was speculate without Kana telling her, and she didn't want to just up and pry into her family situation like some kind of ass. Even worse if it really was some tragic situation where she never met her parents and just bringing it up made her sad. Wakako decided it was best just to take her words at face value.

She went on to talk about how "Ishin was Ishin". At first Wakako wasn't sure what she was driving at, but she clarified. Wakako figured she was talking about how competitive and cutthroat the speech made it all sound. Having to "earn your place" was hardly conducive to getting to feel out how your quirk worked, as though they expected them all to already know what they were doing, rather than being taught like a school ought to. Of course she had a feeling it wasn't as simple as that, but she could understand what Kana meant.

"Yeah, I get you. He sure doesn't sound like he's going to let us chill out and find our grounding." It was just like somebody else Wakako could think of. A certain lady living on a boat. "Buuuut, think of it this way; they probably wouldn't have let us come here at all if they didn't think we had potential, right? Like they screened us all, sounded us out, they had to have assumed we'd at least have the capacity to do well. So as long as we give it our all, we'll probably get through this, yeah?" It was technically just puff for Kana's sake, and maybe even for her own state of mind. Wakako definitely wasn't this confident about it all, but she knew it wouldn't pay to sit there and think the school was going to chew them up and spit them out. Wakako wanted to be a hero, and if that meant slogging through Ishin's grueling course work, then she'd do it or break trying.

"As for the teachers, I dunno if you should be too quick to right em all off. We already met Nekohara-senpai and she didn't seem, uh, all that cold and whatever, right? Chances are the faculty might be cut from a different cloth than the Supervisor. Course, my speculation ain't no guarantee, haha...." Truth be told she was leaning that they would be just like Yukimura Hideaki, but she preferred to try to remain hopeful if she could.

"Did you manage to speak to any of the others in our class? I only got to talk to the one briefly. Osamu Kenzo, that kind of stiff looking guy? But he's nice and polite, seems like a reliable dude. How about you?" She thought it would be handy if Kana had some first impressions of the others to share.

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[Assistant]
Well, that was something. Her roommate instantly dumped a pile of trash onto her bed. Did... Did she sleep like that? On a pile of foul smelling fasteners? Even if they were related to a quirk in some way, that didn't mean she should just make a mess. It wasn't like she was going to use it any time soon. She was making a mess for no reason, wasn't she? It took a bit out of her, but Yoru didn't snap. Rather, she covered her mouth with a hand, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. It wasn't worth it was her mantra. She chanted it in her mind, trying her best not to cuss out Haruhi. It took even more willpower to not pop off when she made a mess of the floor.

"Eh!? Of course I've had sleepovers!" Yoru instantly replied when asked. Her sweet tone was still there, sounding more like she was making a joke rather than actually getting offended. She was only getting defensive because it was such a dumb question! Yea, that was it. There was no other reason why she'd respond so quickly. Rather promptly, Yoru had a hand pointed towards her. It wasn't good. Really, it was as if someone directly insulted her. The complete lack of effort on part of Yano made her sick. But she had a reputation to gain. By god, she'd work her magic. Well, she'd actually need to perform a miracle.

"S-sure." Her sweet tone came, albeit with some shock in the inflection. She grabbed a nail file, cuticle pusher, and pick. She'd need to boil them later, but her own nails were good enough for a few days. It was time to get to work, and get to work she did. Fixing those cuticles, evening those horribly cut short nails, and getting as much gunk out as she could. Maybe she'd need to boil her hands after this. Maybe. It was like trying to fix a gorilla. Actually, a gorilla would probably be easier than that.