[System]
Trent Gardner, Advanced Infantry
Drachen Steinboden, Duelist
Marcia Devries, Rifleman
Helene Weisser, Psi Operative
Damian Renser, Gunslinger

[User]
The fireplace was warm and cozy. Marcia stretched her legs on the loveseat, casually gazing at the sparkling fire that brought rays of heat on her body. It felt so comfortable. The loveseat's soft cushions caressed her back as she lay peacefully. If only she had someone to share this moment with.
Before she came here, Marcia had been revoltingly bored. Now, the situation was anything but boring. Her eyes glimpsed at the sparkling yellow flames sending rays of warmth on the expensive carpet.

Behind her, she heard footsteps. She twisted her head and saw a man entering the room. She smiled at him.

"Hello, Marcia," said the man.
Marcia smiled, playing her part of the game. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"I know all I command," said the man. "I especially know you, Marcia."
"What is your name?" said Marcia, flirtingly.
"You will call me The Commander." The Commander walked to the fireplace and put his hands in front of his robe. "It is a lovely evening, isn't it? A beautiful woman like you deserve a beautiful night. Do you like the fire?"
"I love it," said Marcia.
The Commander twisted around. His eyes connected with Marcia's. "My family built it long ago, before the war began. One of many places where I call home. It is part of my very soul. It can be yours if you do what I want. If... you follow my command... once more."
"How many men have you commanded, commander?" said Marcia.
The Commander smiled. "Too many. For many years, I've devoted my life to my entire race -- our race. I've held so much burden. I've dedicated so much so that one day humanity's children can breathe Earth's air and know that they are safe. But all this time, there has always been something missing. You see, Marcia, I long for a woman's touch, someone to rekindle the flames of lost passion that I have so long neglected. See, Marcia -- I, too, can be vulnerable."
Marcia looked at him. "Why me??"
"Because I love you. I have always loved you. You have always been in my thoughts ever since I set foot in the DNA modification chamber. I became what I am to protect you, Marcia. I have been waiting for you for too long." The Commander walked closer and began taking off his robe.
Marcia could feel his heat... his presence... which stood between her and the fire. It was as if his presence, his fire, was stronger than anything she felt before. "What do you want?" Marcia smiled.
"You know what I want, my love," stated The Commander.

At this point, Marcia had a decision to make. Would she accept his desire?
The following thoughts occurred in her head, some of which was unconscious:
She thought about him. She knew the following facts. He was a man of integrity, of abundance. He was an alpha male. Not only that, but he kept his word, and he loved her. He desired her and only her. He was someone she could open her heart to, someone she could spend a lifetime with. What's there not to like?
She blinked. She realized she had made that decision a long time ago. There was no decision to make.

Hot! Marcia smiled. "Take off your robe."
He smiled as well. He took off his robes, revealing a rather... sizeable endowment. Marcia licked her lips.
His body was perfect. He had great abs, a lean body, a nice tan, and his face was so familiar, yet so new.
Marcia reciprocated by quickly unbuttoning her shirt, letting her breasts free for the Commander to see.
The Commander smiled, again. He took her naked breasts as a sign to escalate the encounter. He came close and kissed her. His hands caressed her body, sending waves of pleasure through her.
His endowment rubbed against her crotch, teasing her.
"Take it off," said Marcia.
The Commander obeyed, pulling her panties off so that her wetness could be caressed.
"Lick it," said Marcia.
The Commander knelt, while Marcia spread her legs. His tongue explored her insides until she could no longer hold her anticipation in.
"Put it in me! Put it in me!" exclaimed Marcia.
The Commander started kissing her stomach, then her breasts, then her neck, then finally her mouth. Meanwhile, he entered her.
"Oh!!!" said Marcia. "Ohh! Keep humping!"
For the next minute, all she felt were all those manly muscles in front of her.... humping her in ecstasy.
She came closer... closer... "Ooooh! Oohhhhhhh!"

BATTERY LOW. COMMENCING AUTOSHUTDOWN, said big blaring words hovering in front of her.

The scene ended. Everything disappeared. The fireplace dissolved like a dream. The man vanished and, suddenly, she realized that she was still in her bunk in the marine barracks in the starship USS Bronzebeard.
"Whaaa?" whispered Marcia.
The neural interface headset she was wearing felt heavy on her head. One of the lights were on. "Battery at 1%" the light said. "Do you want to save the file?"
"Damn it!" she said. Next time I should charge the battery to full before I play another dating sim! I was getting to the best part!

[Assistant]
While in the shuttle to get to the Bronzebeard, their Captain mentioned time aboard the ship would be theirs within reason. Some exercises would be happening towards the end of the trip so it'd be fresh in their minds. Alright, that made sense. But shouldn't they be doing light exercises to limber and warm up during the trip? Eh he'd keep himself warmed up until it was time to do the mandatory group exercises and drills.

Once the ship landed, the only indication it did was the ramp opening, the group filed out and lined up. Ah shit...speech time. A mental sigh and he stood at attention, despite the rigid posture his limbs were loose but his spine was tight. His eyes occasionally drifted, taking in the make-up of other squads. Their own was very...org=dinary honestly. Not to much in the tech department, the Gremlin of the Captain and mods being their only tech it seemed. Eh meant they were quieter and potentially faster...maybe. Who knew. But someone important was coming since no one was saying anything.

Some history was spoken, the group was partially introduced with their objective, the regulars weren't to know so hush hush, and now it was time to move. Drachen really wasn't one for speeches, he always believed actions spoke louder than words. The speech finished everyone was dismissed. Here the Captain escorted the four from the Hangar, through some halls, and to a door with an Ox head painted on it. Alright, at least they would know which door was theirs now.

With their barracks were a series of more private independent training facilities. But they would still have to go and train with the UEG Regulars, which honestly didn't bother him. Elitists did though, there was bound to be some on this ship, human nature and all that. They were dismiessed, so he plonked his gear on the bed nearest the door. His duffel was emptied onto his bed which held several sets of clothing, pieces of metal, and his armor. The armor was hung up properly in the standing locker, the clothes he tucked into the footlocker and slid under the bed. The pieces of metal were actually his axe, solid cylinders were screwed together with thick couplers over the joints to strengthen the weakest points and also provide proper grips for his hands. The head of the axe itself was unsurprisingly large, modeled after ancient bardiches. Judging by the extra pieces he could lengthen the haft if he chose to depending on spacing. Opening a pocket on the duffel out came a dozen throwing knives within a neatly bundled black bandolier.

His weapons, and extra length, were put in the locker below his armor before it was secured. Even if it wasn't a firearm you did not leave your weapons and gear just laying around. Helene was called into the Captain's officer, which earned a blink from him. It felt like she was getting a lot of attention, but was this good attention this time? It wasn't hit place to know nor ask, they had only just met today.

Fully unpacked he thought for a moment before going to the physical training room. He scanned the room, taking in the equipment before locking onto what he wanted. What was essentially a boxing ring with training dummies. It was doubtful they'd get into hand to hand combat, but it was always good to hone ones reflexes. So he set the dummy to Chryssalid speed levels with a moderate aggressiveness. After a few seconds of getting in the ring and letting the dummy boot up it came at him swinging.

He held his arms behind his back while the dummy swung, leaning out of the way of one strike, ducking beneath another. He had trained for several years like this, working his way up to this current level of speed despite his bulk weighing him down. Part of the trick wasn't to watch the 'hands' it was to watch the shoulders. Chryssalid's didn't exactly have footwork so you had to watch their shoulders to sort of predict where the next blow would come from and weave with it.

[User]
USS Bronzebeard
Orbit around Mars
1628 Shipboard Time

As the specialist spoke, the Captain sat with his hands clasped in front of him with his chin resting on them, listening to every word she said and measuring the way she said it. Initially she started off with a fairly monotone voice, protesting the way that the Corporal had targeted her was unnecessary while stating former Specialist Blackwell's perceived error. Towards the end, she became more passionate, a good sign to Gardner, before she caught herself and resumed monotone, stating that good soldiers follow orders. Well hearing that's a bit of a disappointment… Standing, the Captain strode over to a bar where he poured himself and the Specialist a glass of whiskey, approaching her and offering one of the two small glasses to her.

"Well, I had been hoping to hear your honest opinion on his discourse, I can understand your concerns for why you were targeted. However, due to former Specialist Ria Blackwell's actions, command sent down an edict that ALL legacies be informed of what happened and warned through the story what would happen if any others got ideas." Regardless of whether or not Helene took the drink, he went to the viewport, where Mars, and the section of the planet beginning to return to a green and blue hue similar to Earth's, were in full view. "Officially, that was supposed to come from me. But the Corporal wanted to keep respect levels for me as the squad captain high, so he took on the responsibility." Turning back around, Trent sighs. "He didn't enjoy it, if you think he did, Weisser. He did it to cover the squad's ass and to keep opinions of me high and, by extension, squad moral high." He took a swig of the whiskey in his hand before beckoning to the door.

"If you've nothing else to say, Specialist, the time is yours until shipboard training begins. I just...remember that good soldier's also still human. Next time a superior officer says speak your mind, I'd suggest you do it. I won't always be around after all." Meanwhile, Damian was still working on his revolver, though he did observe Drachen as he fought the training dummy.

After a few minutes, after watching how he handled a series of jabs from it, he spoke up. "You won't get any better at hand-to-hand fighting a dummy set to fight like a dummy. Try the Muton or Viper settings. Those might offer you some insight on what we're going to expect."


[System]
Nicknames:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Weapon Type: Dual Daggers

Appearance:

Personality: One of Akira's main traits is what appears to be a chosen anti-social front. He'll tend to give those he doesn't know the cold shoulder whilst treating those he does more warmly. Not exactly a man of many words he actively avoids becoming the centre of a group discussion contributing to extent which would be considered a fair effort and then withdrawing.

His lack of social ability yielded few friends or enemies. Akira had a lack of desire to make an effort, believed to be a direct result of the incident that occurred, what was a natural laid back attitude had developed into something much worse.

Given his past Akira had ultimately nurtured a depressed nature. One that had overpowered him heavily, the new surrounding of Inaba only escalating its longevity. Although it would appear Akira was beyond the mourning stage it was clearly evident that any smile that he experienced was somewhat forced. Although his depression was not over the top displayed, adapting a rather neutral appearance to the outside world.

Biography:

Akira grew up as an only child with a very limited number of friends. As such his social skills were mediocre at the best of time though he managed to forge some friendships in his life, his social group consisting of small numbers closely knit, a group where everyone knew everyone. It would be safe to say that Akira was content with this level of social activity. His social skills seemed to reflect his academia, an average student though not from a lack of trying. His grades at his schools steadily improved over the years.

However fate can sometimes be cruel. By the time Akira had turned 14 and was beginning to make progress with academically and socially a road traffic accident claimed the life of both his parents. At that time it was the only true meaningful relationship, at least to Akira, that he had. Their deaths hit Akira hard and he withdrew himself from society and his grades quickly plummeted. It was believed to be what was a typical response to a time of mourning.

Akira didn't have any local family and was ultimately taken in by his Uncle and Aunt who lived in Inaba. They believed that given time Akira would come out of his shell, welcoming the change and rejoin society. It would prove true that the opposite was true, having now lived in Inaba for a full year Akira had failed to make friends in his new environment and was just barely making the grades to prevent any halts in his yearly school process.

Now in this environment, no friends and no desire to make them it would appear Akira would remain a social recluse. He attended a school where the most he knew of his fellow students was their names. He delved not to joining clubs but instead into reading, using books as an excuse to stay away from others during breaks. This would be his life from now on, or so he thought. For Akira had no idea what the near future would bring his way, and the impact it would have on him.

Arcana: Death

Persona: Volkran - A black feathered winged humanoid. His wings are tattered in appearance and his arms are chained across his body. An open gash in the Persona's forehead reveals a trail of blood running down the side of its face. A representative of Akira's current situation and the feeling deep down that there is no escape from what he feels.

Skills:
Agi
Skewer

[User]
Akira was hesitant and last to enter the tent through the open flap. The area within was equally as strange as the outside, that such a place would be devoid of anything by darkness. Following the instruction of the Ring Master Akira took one of the furthest side seats as he glanced over at other three mask wearers. There wasn't really anything distinguishing about the ring master apart from the lack of any such features as it was all hidden by the robe he wore, though there was likely an underlying reason for now letting his identity show. Though in a place such as this who was to say that this that stood before them wasn't what he was.

There was more talk of destiny, there seemed to be a lot of that today. First was the card reader in the shopping district and now this Ring Master in Wonderland. Well if Akira could accept that this world was some form of reality then believing in the idea of destiny wasn't such a difficult concept to swallow. The very existence of this place was surely enough to make anyone question what they already know. Though it would almost seem, based on the Ring Master's words that they were at an impasse of sorts, their decisions today would write their destinies of tomorrow.

A mention of additional concepts and worlds, an hour beyond that of the standard 24 hour day and a digital world. The details seemed rather vague, though now did not really appear to be the time to ask questions. Though there seemed to be acknowledgement of Inaba's current situation, there really wasn't any answer offered about it. "So in reality you know what has happened, but the suspect cause is in question?" Akira asked as he looked down at the row of cards spread before them on the table. The invitation to choose one had been an open one. Akira leaned back in his chair considering his choices as he thought.

The only girl in the group had already chosen a card, one of the other boys had refused, whilst the other had accepted and was yet to choose. with a sigh Akira leaned forward once more and placed a finger on one of the cards. It almost felt as if there was something different about it to all the others like a inner calling. "I don't really get the significance, but I'll choose this one."

[Assistant] "Perhaps I do, and maybe I don't it is not my quest to provoke. What I am is a guiding seer, not a hero born from truth. Your journey is too seek. Truth, pain, and other seekers. Heroes will be born from this path. Perhaps you can convince them to help. Elder heroes will not be welcome. They will find this world hardly kind." the creature said suspiciously as he looked at the table. "You fool. This is not a choice to make in haste. Fools who pick the wrong cards will become irate. Unable to use their power straight. But I have a contract you see. One too you must agree! A contract bound too your three wills to seek. A simple requirement is required of you. Too take responsibility to your fate. Your actions, your lives, your journey all. Here you may use my quill." the ring master stated as he brought out three papers from underneath the table somewhere and placed them on the table in front of all three of them. And a quill on the table without any ink. The contract was simple. The signer would forever take responsibility for their own actions. Bad choices, good, romanatic, painful, and any other would forever be up too them. They will not, cannot, and shall not pass off responsibility for this situation they have put themselves in too someone else. There will be consequences if you break your word but what will happen was left purposely blank. On the bottom of the page was a simple line with an 'x' on the left end. "That quill needs not ink. It will not siphon blood. But with that contract you sign your name. Your true self will forever be your name. Though your name may change it will forever be linked to this page."

[User]
Tomomi Katayama

Tomomi read the contract after a roll of her eyes. Okay, so she had to take responsibility for everything that this lead to, huh? Not say that it was anyone else's fault or anything. Eh, that was kind of her plan anyway. Wasn't like anyone else was making her sign the paper. Some of the stuff that the guy was saying sounded pretty ominous, though. Truth, pain, elder seekers? She had no idea what that was supposed to be about.

So, she took a second to think it over. From what it sounded like, she could either sign this contract and go through a load of trouble that she couldn't blame anyone else for getting her into, or she could leave it and go right back to being boring old Tomomi.

"Yeah, I'll sign." she smiled, putting the quill to the paper. It was the only thing she was ever really going to do. No way could she just go back to normal after getting a chance to finally find out what was up with Inaba. She took the quill, signing her name at the bottom of the contract. Looking at the Ring Master confidently, she nodded.

"I don't have any problem with this - if I get in trouble, it's my own fault anyhow. No arguing about that one. Can I take the card now?" she spoke confidently, looking at the cards on the table. She still wasn't sure what they were for, but if that needed explained, she could do it after she'd picked one.

[Assistant]
Akira picked up his contract raising it in front of his face. His eye's dashed side to side as he meticulously read the details contained thereon. Apart from the things mentioned by the Ring Master there didn't seem to be any strange notes or anything hidden that hadn't previously been pointed out to them. Akira lowers the piece of paper raising a brow at the Ring Master, though it would simply look like he was momentarily staring at him with the mask on. He returned his gaze to the page reading the last few passages of it before placing the piece of paper back down.

The girl in the group had already agreed to sign the contract by this point, clearly this scenario was one she had been more accepting of. Though Akira seemed a bit more sceptical of the whole thing. "Isn't this basically just the realities of life anyway?" Akira questioned "Whether people accept it or not everyone must eventually face the consequences of their actions." Akira realised the contradiction in his own statement, there was only acceptance there was no dodging the issue you'd just go straight to accepting the consequences. "Nevermind..." Akira spoke softly as he picked the quill up from the table.

"Regardless... the terms are... fair" Akira speaks as he signs his name within the allocated space on the page. He then pushes the page back toward the Ring Master as his eyes once again fixate on the face down card he had chosen earlier. "I'm guessing the card is somehow linked with the contract?" Akira begins to tap his fingers on the table, although there was a lot happening all at once he was beginning to feel a bit restless. He believed that he was simply nervous about the situation, but something about the cards before them was actually making him anxious to move things along.

[User] "I'll sign it. I've been quiet for a bit now but I suppose I should do something with my life. Even if it is dangerous. Besides it'd about time I start taking responsibility for my actions." Will states confidently as he takes the pen and writes his own name down on the paper. The names of all of them are written in blue as if they were written with some sort of magic, and most probably were, and by the time Will got done talking all three of them felt a slight pain but it wasn't a physical pain. "So be it. Stay sill." the creature said as he first reached over with his abnormally long arms and grabbed the top of Tomomi's head with one hand too keep it still and then reached over with the other. His hands felt like a steely cold piece of ice and the mere presence of him getting closer radiated a sense of danger as if he was some sort of abomination concept come to life. He however pressed his pointer finger against Tomomi's forehead and increased the pressure slowly and more and more until suddenly it felt as if a cold spike of ice ran through her entire being. It was wasn't a physical sense of pain but something felt deeply wrong about it as suddenly it felt as if something cracked inside of Tomomi's body like a shattered pane of glass and then everything was silent for a moment besides a feeling of power. A sense of something awakening deep inside of her body. The feeling dissipated with The Ring Master backing off. He left her alone afterward. "You have awakened you potential to see past lies and deception. With that you will be able to see clearer, and understand the facade you wear." the ring master stated plainly without rhyme. He then reached over and did the same despite any complaints the others may have. "Now pick a card. And I will tell you your arcana that befits you the best if you are unfamiliar with them. Go on take your card."

[Assistant]
Tomomi Katayama

Tomomi was kind of surprised by the pain. It hurt, but also... Didn't? That was weird, but she guessed she'd signed up for weird. Some kinda adventure or whatever, right? Despite that, when the guy pressed his finger to her skull, she couldn't help but grit her teeth. Why was he even poking her anyway? "Can you st-"

She'd started to protest when something seemed to spike through her, causing her voice to be cut off. It wasn't the type of pain that made you shriek, but it stole the wind from her lungs and she went pale. It felt wrong, oh so wrong. Was she supposed to run, to push him away, to just sit there and take it? Her hands clenched into fists. She wasn't going to show weakness in front of these guys, dammit! It was taking a lot of effort for her to stay quiet while this painful 'wrongness' seemed to fill every part of her being.

And then as quickly as it started, it stopped, with a feeling as though something had cracked inside her soul. Like something had been released. She felt strong, stronger than she had been before. Like she could take on anything in the world! At least, until the Ring Master backed off again, leaving her feeling somewhat normal again - although there was a sense that something had changed. "A little warning coulda been nice..." she muttered, but grinned at the Ring Master to show that she was kidding. Her choice, her responsibility. "It's cool. Lemme guess, there's some reason you had to do that anyway. I just have to pick a card now, don't I?"

She looked at the cards, shutting her eyes and waving her finger above the table before placing it down on a random one. Seemed like as good a selection method as any, if you asked her. "I'm picking this one. That alright?"

[User]
Akira watched as the Ring Master leaned over and grabbed hold of the girls head. Then he had pushed a finger against her forehead. What exactly was this supposed to entail. Just watching it was clear it was a discomforting experience to say the least. "Clearly this isn't going to be an experience of sunshine and rainbows" Akira muttered as he continued to watch the 'procedure'.

When it came to his turn and the Ring Master leaned over in Akira's direction the boy flinched in anticipating the head grab but forced his nerves aside as the Ring Master took hold. "No turning back now huh?-Ahhh." Akira's speech was interrupted, as the Ring Master's finger pushed against his forehead. Uncomfortable was definitely the word for it, a cold chill running through his body as though he'd been turned into a freezer box. The pressure, originating from his head was like a throbbing headache that wouldn't subside.

When the Ring Master finally let go of Akira's head he slowly opened and closed his mouth, stretching his jaw as if his entire face felt stiff. "Well that wasn't very pleasant, but then I suppose everything has a price right?" Akira then turned to look at the other guy sat at the table. "Good luck." Akira shook his head trying to shake off the last of the cold feeling.

The entire ordeal had made him completely forget which card he had chosen prior, as he eyes them once more. He thinks about it for a few moments, simply staring at the cards. The girl had already picked a card, rather quickly in fact after the Ring Master gave the go ahead. Finally Akira decided on a card as he reached over and placed his fingers against the bottom nudging it forward slightly."This one."


[System]
Actual Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race/Faction: Werewolf / Silver Moon

Height: 5'6"

Weight: rude

Bio:
Alissa led an average American life in New York. Born to a pair of average parents, with an average 2.5 children (they adopted the other half) and average extended family, she grew up to be an average girl. Her average grades prevented her from attending a not-average college right out of high school, so she instead took an average route of getting a job as a waitress. Her slightly-above-average appearance earned her slightly-above-average tips when combined with her peppy attitude and service. While she desired a break from her average life, she realized that all she really wanted was for her average, comfortable life to continue as it was.

Her break came to her in the form of a lone customer on a rainy night. She felt herself attracted to his rugged appearance, as it reminded her of her desire to no longer be average. His wolfish grin charmed her, and over the course of the night she got to know and ultimately decided to start dating the man. He brought adventure to her life, and she loved every moment of it. Their dates took them to out-of-the-way diners in places of the city she had never dreamed of going. She soon found herself falling head over heels for the man.

One day she arrived early to meet him for a date, only to find him dealing drugs in an alley. He tried to explain himself, but she put her finger to his mouth; she loved him, and she was willing to overlook shady dealings for her honey. Her boyfriend seemed immensely relieved - more relieved than Alissa expected him to be. The date continued as planned, and the next day he asked her to meet him and his family. It turned out that he was a werewolf, and his "family" was the Silver Moon.

She was given a choice: become a werewolf and share the secret as a member of Silver Moon, or forget about her boyfriend and Silver Moon entirely. Her love and her desire to break completely from her average life won out, leading her to joining Silver Moon. She was turned, and spent the next two days caged as she got used to the new instincts and urges that come with being a werewolf. Tragedy awaited her when she was freed: her boyfriend had been the target of the murderer's latest attack. Luckily, he had been found before he died, but he was hospitalized in serious condition.

Thus her job in Silver Moon began. She took up her boyfriend's job and used her earnings to pay her boyfriend's medical bills. Alissa's old, average life was over.

Personality: Alissa is secretly a peppy, happy-go-lucky kind of girl, but puts up a facade of being cool and laid-back. This facade is especially strong when on the clock, as she feels drug dealers need to be cool and collected in order to be "trusted".

Powers:
* Intimidate: Alissa channels her feral aura, cowing even those who are stronger than she.
* Feral Call: Alissa calls in help with a loud cry, summoning wild dogs and any other werewolves nearby.
* Growing Powers: Alissa is still growing into her werewolf powers, resulting in increased healing. In exchange, her speed and strength are less than that of other werewolves.

Other: Her boyfriend was unable to identify his attacker, as he was taken from behind.

[User]
A ceiling fan slowly rotated overhead, barely blowing onto the long table down below. The room had once been lavish, the far wall lined with various alcohols, the table itself a mahogany piece, but the atmosphere felt too solemn to enjoy any luxuries.

Bastian entered, locking the door behind him. Strolling forward, he placed a singular pizza down onto the table, one piled with toppings and tasting strongly of garlic. Normally meetings mandated larger amounts of food, but this was no such time; he only brought the pie out of formality anyways. The leader always provided food for meetings.

Taking a seat, he deeply inhaled a cigarette, and took a long stare over the room. Only a small handful present, though among them was Calava. It was no surprise his top enforcer was alright. Still, sitting nearby was the new member- Alissa. She was still a pup, learning the ropes. Bastian withdrew the cigarette, and exhaled a large cloud, sifting out from behind his teeth.

"I trust you're all aware of the nature of our meeting." he began, "So I'm going to cut to the chase. We have an assassin thinning our ranks, and I don't know if it's a human hunter, a turncoat from our own, or some vampire got too big for his fucking boots, but I want his head on a stick."

Gritting his teeth, he ground the butt into an ash tray.

"To make matters worse, we can't strike until we've confirmed his identity. If we strike the Blackbloods and it's a Human monster hunter, we waste resources and lives on a war while they're still hammering us. The other way around, and we're just drawing attention while the leeches laugh their asses off." the werewolf growled, momentarily gritting his teeth before composing himself.
"I've already contacted other cells, and told them to spread the word to all members. They'll pack heat and lay low while we settle things here. The initial panic is over, so we can focus on what's important."

"The rest of the meeting will be dedicated to the identity of our wannabe woodsman. Potential leads, areas of interest, and creating a spy network. Any questions?"

[Assistant]
"GodDAMNIT, Sleepy! I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork, and you two seem hellbent on givin' me more with every case!", Police Chief MacStache pulled a report out of the drawer and slapped it on the table, "I mean, what in the hell is this report supposed to be!? You ran over Kurt Cobain?"

"The shambling, bloodsucking corpse of Kurt Cobain, actually. Important distinction."

"I don't care if it was the Queen of motherfuckin' Sheba! It's bad enough that you two chucklefucks are takin' up valuable broom closet space, but you seem to think that you gotta waste the precinct's goddamn time while yer at it!"

"But that's what-"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S 'WHAT REALLY HAPPENED', YA BIG DUMB BASTARD!", He jabbed a finger at the report, "You really think the commissioner is gonna believe your reports!? I mean, look at this shit! 'Unfortunately, the body disintegrated during processing due to being left in direct sunlight'? Really? You think anyone's gonna buy that?"

"Well, yeah, it's a little hard to swallow, but-"

"Yeah, I know, I know. 'But that's what happened, Chief!' 'I dunno know what you want us to do, Chief!' 'That son of a bitch was askin' for it, Chief!'", MacStache looked down at his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath.

"Look, Sleepy, I know you and the kid are tryin' yer hardest. Hell, two of ya might just be the best damn beat cops this city's ever had, but I can't keep coverin' for ya, understand? I got a career ta think about, the wife and kids ta take care of...", he sighed, "I got priorities, alright? Just- try an' keep it normal, just 'till things blow over. Commissioner's been ridin' my ass about the Siberians lately."

"I'll do my best, Chief.", Sleepy mumbled. He fidgeted as he leaned against the wall, "Sooo..."

"Yeah, yeah.", MacStache grumbled tossed Sleepy a set of heavily-worn car keys, "Yer squad car is down at the impound lot."

"Thanks, Chief.", said Sleepy, catching the keys as he opened the office door.

"And quit usin' it to run things down!", the Chief grunted, "Fenders can't take it."

"No promises!", Sleepy called as he jogged out the door.

"Bastard.", MacStache grunted as he withdrew a flask from his desk's bottom drawer. His wife had told him to quit drinking, but hey.

No promises.

[User]
It was just another day as usual on the force for Eddie Ben. Early today, as per usual Eddie attempted to request additional broom-closet space. It was cramped in the Peninsula with Sleepy, he had hardly any personal space in there. Of course, it was always denied, but Eddie hoped that one day, the Precinct would acquiesce his petition.

Ah well, at least he already finished up his report regarding that incident in the Queens. At least they didn't have to run him down and fuck up the fenders this time. And so was the situation they had now.

Eddie paced about in the interrogation room as he eyed a somewhat twitchy man who had cuffs locked on over his Chinese-knock off Donald Duck costume. The damn suit was glued on, and the fact he kept flailing around before getting put into the interrogation room didn't help any. Course, this bastard was going back to the Drunk Tank soon. But not just yet, as Eddie needed to get some information out of him while he was still fresh.

This town was a dying whore, and she was infested with crime. If this son of a bitch had even the slightest bit of information about higher crime lords, Eddie would get it. Eddie paced back towards the desk and sat on a backwards facing chair. He gazed into the soul-less eyes of that duck costume wearing man.

"Why were you in Chinatown?"

Nothing. The perp said nothing.

Eddie stared unamused before asking again, "Why were you in Chinatown?"

The suspect tapped his foot on the floor, as he glanced towards Eddie. Shaking his head the officer tapped on a manilla envelope. He was thinking of a different method to go about the interrogation. Perhaps it was the time to establish some common ground. He needed to get this bastard to think he wasn't his enemy. Then he could take that bastard down.

"So you like Donald Duck?"

The suspect, didn't do anything for a moment. He then shook his head from side to side before muttering out a slurred out "No." There was a bit of silence as Eddie observed the suspect. "Shays gud bucks fer -" The suspect grumbled out before hiccuping.

He had something to go off of.

"For what?" Eddie inquired.

Rolling his head back, the costumed suspect hiccuped again before his head slammed against the desk. Eddie stared at him for a moment. Well shit. The officer had no choice but to get him back to the drunk tank. He would need to wait for the bastard to sober up, before he could interview him some more.

Eddie walked out of the interrogation room as he waved over a fellow cop. "Hey, the perp needs to get back to the tank. Mind getting him back, I'm gonna take a smoke-break." Eddie reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette and started strolling towards the exit.

That's when he saw Sleepy charging out of the Chief's office, carrying the keys. Right, well Eddie guessed it was time for business. He walked towards his partner and spoke, "So what was the Chief on about? Think he'll call me in regarding the new report about that dwarf who eating those missing cats completely whole?"

[Assistant]
Alissa was all sorts of uncomfortable.

First there was the restlessness. The insufferable, endless urge to move, to prowl, to hunt. She'd been told before that this was to be expected, and that it was a sign that she was growing as a pup. However, that didn't make it any easier to bear. The human in her fought to control the urges, to reign them in, and on the whole it succeeded. However, that war within her head didn't make her any more comfortable staying still - in fact, it had quite the opposite effect.

However, she'd been living with the sensation for two weeks already, so it wasn't the main factor at play. No, that was the meeting she was attending. As the newest member of the pack, Alissa was completely uncomfortable being brought into the presence of so many higher-ups. The childish pup in her screamed that she was in trouble, and the human in her froze with nervousness. One misstep and she was toast, and her life with her boyfriend ruined.

The solemnity of the atmosphere also served to put her on edge. She honestly had no idea why she had been called in to participate in so important a matter, but that mattered little at this point. Here she was, and here she would stay.

The smell of garlic made Alissa's eyes and mouth water as Bastian set the pizza onto the table. As it was her first important meeting, Alissa incorrectly assumed the pizza was for his enjoyment only, and her desire to keep a strong and cool front stopped her from asking for a slice. She even managed to keep her desire from showing outwardly!

As the important business was conducted, Alissa listened intently. The gravity of the situation made each word resound within her mind. Soon, though, a question joined the resounding words, and it slowly grew within her.

Thus, when Bastian asked for questions, her mouth moved faster than her cool charade could prevent. In a voice somewhat more cheerful than it should have been, Alissa's question flowed out of her mouth and into the room: "Why haven't we asked the police to get involved?"

Shit. She blew it.


[System]
Appearance:

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Nation: Renais

Class: Cavalier

Weapon Mastery:

Sword C

Lance D

Level: 4

Background: The youngest child of Ginnava, Marwood was her bundle of joy and baby of the family. She actually took the time to teach him to ride herself. As such he desires to make her proud yet at the same time with age came distance and difference. While his mother relies on codes and formal declarations Marwood is normally on his horse with a squad of knights by the time she starts issuing orders. This has caused much division between mother and son, with Marwood often leading knights into battle against horrors without having approval from his mother.

Aside from that, he is good friends with both generals, he often finds himself in their company or training with them. While many of his men pass around rumors he is to be engaged to one the generals there is little no proof of that claims. As a prince, he received a formal education with lessons in history, strategy, and etiquette. He threw away etiquette preferring to spend many a night out defending villages or celebrating victories with his knights. He even formed a special group of cavaliers that ride with him to villages and towns under assault, thus with almost all his training being done on horseback his skills off it is lowered.

Currently, Marwood most trusted knights are Hodge, Ismay, and Mylle. Each of them is a cavalier from the standing army of Renais and all of them make up the Renais riders. These four often leave the moment word of trouble sounds moving between towns, attacking bandits, monsters, and horrors. They have saved hundreds of lives alone, yet while hailed as hero's it troubles his mother that his free-form fighting is not proper of a prince. He has a history of being rather bold and challenging letting nothing stand between him and his moral compass, politics be damned.

This has caused quite a lot of trouble when he chased a band of bandits into Jehanna where he killed them. Upon his return, the generals and his mother both gave him an earful which he quickly ignored, thought the punishments did last for months. Undeterred Marwood freely admits he would do it again in an instant, he cares not for the borders only saving lives which Jehanna eventually let slide understanding he believed he was doing the right thing.

Recently Ginnava, has announced that she plans to marry off the younger prince and is currently eyeing Jehanna's princess as the best candidate due to the politic and military benefits of the relationship. Marwood meanwhile has been as far from the castle as possible, and away from the Jehanna border. He is not happy about an arranged marriage with a princess, he would prefer a natural romance. His mother meanwhile has been dispatching riders to drag him back if needed. Marwood needed to be tamed and Ginnava thought a wife would be perfect for the job.

However, with the recent threat to Grado, he abandoned Renais to go and help the kingdom. Renais and Grado were historically close and he feels he must do as his great ancestor would have done and journey to help the Emperor who he admires as a good leader and warrior. He hopes to help drive back the attacks and force Renais into action and perhaps Frelia as well.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items: Reginleif, Steel Sword

Personality: Brash, Marwood is nothing if not bold in his ability to face danger or trouble with a smile on his face and honesty in his heart, he is a caring and kind young man who refuses to let politics get in the way of caring about people. To Marwood politics and the chain of command as things that slow down helping people, thus to the frustration of his teachers and his family Marwood continues to ignore anything but what he believes is morally right. While many outside the castle think much of the younger kind-hearted prince others feel he is too rebellious and daft to ever be allowed near the throne.

Ability Assessment: Marwood strength and skill are his best qualities, his speed and defense are good as well though not as great primary attributes. This is due to Marwood focusing on fast devastating blows to bring down a target depending on his armor and his mount in combat. Marwoods luck and stamina are average or just below with his magical resistance being well below the norm as he rarely ever encountered an enemy mage. The rest of his skills had some development throughout his training but a lack of magical counter training his given him a glaring and little-known weakness.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: An avid singer and storyteller Marwood spent his younger days sneaking out and telling singing and telling stories at the local tavern. He has secretly wanted to be a bard but royal duties prevent that and he also wishes to marry someone he loves rather than an arranged marriage like his mother has in mind, possibly to secure a new ally. He is a sucker for a good romance book, though he doesn't like people to know. He gets very nervous around women and has never been good at flirting at all. Marwood also has an aversion to a certain Princess of Jehanna, in fact when anyone brings up an arranged marriage between him and a princess or noble Marwood can usually be found trying to slip towards the door to make a hasty retreat.

R-button Summarization: The prince of Renais with a good heart and a rebellious streak, cares deeply for others.

Level Up Quotes

0-1 Points: "Melinda and Leoma would laugh if they saw this."
0-1 Points: "This isn't really very princely is it?"
2-3 Points: "I must do better for Renais!"
2-3 Points: "Oh and after all that work?
4-5 Points: "My brother isn't the only one to take after father."
4-5 Points: "Ha, that'll show Rylan won't it Fiona?"
6+ Points: "Alright Fiona, I've earned an ale and you've earned a apple."
6+ Points: "I almost feel like singing! I won't of course... Bad time for it..."
Capped Stats: "How am I supposed to match Rylan now?!"
Capped Stats: "But I can't stop now! I don't wanna stop being a knight of Renais!
Changed Class: "A knight of Renais is always ready to learn."
Changed Class: Rafaela might not recognize me in this...

Critical Hit Quotes

"May the Gods have mercy on you, I won't!"
"You are in my way, that's a bad place to be friend."
"I'll drink to you and your fallen comrades."
"I do not hate you. I simply must kill you."
"Somebody has to win and guess what? It's me."
"I just stab people, what happens next is between them and the gods."

[User]
Isolde

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The soldier didn't stand a chance against the Wyvern and his rider, being dealt with swiftly and suddenly while the others took care of the other two. The large Wyvern paused only a second before roaring loudly, stomping his feet irritably as Isolde turned to face the long hallway towards the cells. Marwood said something about sticking together, which was certainly necessary...but they also needed to hurry and escape before the Jehannan forces stormed the palace. Time was of the essence, right? So they had to move swiftly.

Also Kergin really didn't wanna play bodyguard.

"Ack!" The Wyvern turned down the hallway, shaking his body and giving his wings a mighty flap in an attempt to seemingly intimidate the enemy forces. "Sorry! Kergin says we should move faster! Also he's hungry and these guys look tasty!" She shouted back towards the others as the Wyvern growled, stomping down the hallway towards their next target, picking up speed to a run in the process. Mercenary and fighter. Kergin might have been a brute, but they both knew how to fight - picking a fight with a swordsman wouldn't be a good idea - so they settled for their next target. The axe guy in the back.

Kergin barreled past the Mercenary, hopefully smoothly moving past him. Opening his toothy maw wide as he made a beeline for the axe wielding fighter. Isolde readied her Halberd to strike or defend herself and Kergin if needed.

[Assistant]
Titania

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Too slow. Too slow again. Fuck. Even though she had moved as fast as she could and tried to use her more powerful stave it still hadn't been enough. Titania glared at the corpses responsible. At least they had paid for what they had done. Now, they needed to keep moving and get out of here as fast as possible. "I'm fine." Titania said curtly, "Let's keep going." With that Titania was ready to follow after the next person that moved forward. Isolode had swept past the next enemy on her Wyvern, but Titania was not so similarly graced, and would wait to support whoever moved to engage him. In particular she would make sure Reina was kept safe as Marwood had pointed out, but she didn't plan on letting anyone else die.

[User]
Reina

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Reina eyes went wide fearing she'd be struck by the axe fighter only to see a sudden spell blast the man away. She exhaled a hefty sigh of relief before turning to Aldo. "Thank you..." She said under her breath turning her attention forward again but not before taking a brief pause to consider the fallen Grado knight. Some man just gave his life for this cause, Reina could only imagine what it was like upstairs... No. She needed to focus.

Reina began to move only to notice her Isolde, her bodyguard, take off. "Hey! Wait!" Reina called chasing after her, only to be slightly surprised by a mercenary around the corner. Instinctively, Reina moved to engage the man, thrusting her rapier into his center mass. However unlike last time, she learned that one hit might not be it so she called out for help. "Aldo!" Looking for that similar one-two punch as before.

[Assistant]
Marwood sighed as Isolde rushed forward with reckless abandon, how the hotheaded Cavalier became the voice of reason and caution he'd probably never understand. "Right then. The fast way it is! Fiona!" Marwood gave a click of the tongue and nudge in the side the horse's hooves struck the cobblestone harder she picked the pace as Marwood leaned low in the saddle taking aim with the tip of the lance for the open back of the retreating mercenary, the poor fool would never be able to outrun a well-trained horse. Striking at the running man he withdrew his lance his target would be wounded or dead he didn't care. Marwood stopped with that he looked at Reina a moment frowning as he could see she'd have trouble keeping up.

"Reina, I've got room on Fiona if you want to stay close." He didn't want to sound condescending, but she wasn't exactly like he'd faced combat before now and it was a trial by fire and he wanted to support his friend. "I don't mind since your bodyguard seems to be heading right for the fray." He added offering his hand to climb if she wanted to climb on his horse or continue on foot.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Hair Color: Sandy blond
Eye Color: Chestnut brown

Personality:
Goes with the Flow: Aleric is respectful of others and friendly to most. He doesn't struggle against changing tides and would rather be swept away by them. He has no desire to lead or follow, opting to go at his own pace as he lives only for the present. He can be over-accepting of others, making him an easy target for others to take advantage of.

Inquisitive: His demeanor is calm and his attitude is lax, but he has a thirst for adventure and a curiosity that has yet to be quenched. It's hard for him to keep still as he views the world as a place that has yet to be explored. He has no use for most of the information he gathers, but he still seeks it just for the sake of knowing. It isn't uncommon for him to relentlessly stalk someone or ask so many questions that it would almost seem like an interrogation.

Simple: Aleric doesn't like the overly complicated and would just skip to the simple facts. His motives are straightforward as well as his answers. Unfortunately, this goes the same with his solutions for every problem. His advice tends to range from practical to drastic measures when it comes to solving simple problems.

Strengths and Skills:
Information Gathering: Give him a pile of books and he'll make quick work of them within a matter of minutes. He is able to gather knowledge and facts from documentations and other written resources. Other methods of collecting data is through eavesdropping or just relentlessly hounding someone for answers in not-so-subtle ways.

Adaptability: Aleric has a surprising amount of adaptability; although, it might not be as surprising as most might think. His easygoingness grant him the ability to make himself at home in any environment at any given time. Whether it's a stranger's house or some backside of a mountain, he can be seen making beds out of random materials and just lying on top of them.

Guts: Although he may not seem like it, Aleric can be stupidly courageous if only for the right reasons. He won't hesitate to jump into the line of fire or onto a busy street if there's something in it for him or if something needs to be done.

Flaws and Weaknesses:
A walking hazard: In no way in his life has Aleric every been graceful. He's an utter mess with mobility and all things that require coordination. In his presence, anything tall and fragile are fated to be destroyed. Most of his accidental fails are prone to having innocent casualties.

Dangerously curious:  When it comes to his insatiable need to satisfy his curiosity, he can be pretty dogmatic. He lacks the common sense to hold back, and would walk right up to the danger without a hint of hesitation or thought. He's the type of person who needs to know why he can't do something or he would go ahead and find out for himself.

Invisibility: Aleric has no presence whatsoever. It doesn't help with the fact that he has the patience of a saint with people and would wait for them to notice him, staring at them for long periods of time with an expectant and hopeful look.

Memories:
- (Identity): ????

- (Event): ????

- (Dreams): ????

- (Death): ????

[User]
Trees, grass, and all of natures beauties scattered across the scenery, as beautiful as it was, was rather confusing to wake up to and being the first thing to take in after waking up. Taking awkward, careful steps, the boy continued to call out in hopes of finding someone in the maze of a forest. Nothing remotely familiar sprung forth in the brunettes mind. It was almost like he was a newborn, but in an aged body... Perhaps, Ian thought to himself, thinking of his current situation as rebirth wouldn't be such a bad idea. A small sense of both questionable relief and unmistakable unnerving guilt began to sink itself into boy´s gut at the thought. The sound of a girl shouting snapped Ian back to reality, turning himself around, the youth found himself getting washed with relief as a huge, warm smile got plastered on his face.

 "Well, hello there Emilie, I'm Ian." The brunette spoke calmly despite his overly excited body language, taking the offered hand and giving it perhaps one too many happy shakes. Really, if the boy had been born with a tail and dog ears, the ears would have perked right up as the tail swayed excitedly back and forth. But Ian didn't have a tail, nor the dog ears, though it seemed his body language just spoke for him. Though, before the brunette could find himself answering to the blond´s question of where they were, a third person joined the two. Letting go of Emilies hand, Ian found himself almost skipping happily towards the new girl, reaching his hands out to give her the same overly excited handshake he had just given the blond not that long ago.

 "Another person! Hey, this it Emilie" Ian stated as he gave the hand a few more happy shakes before gesturing to the short blond. "I'm Ian... It seems we are horribly lost, you wouldn't happen to know a way out of the forest?" The brunette bluntly asked, not trying to sugarcoat his current situation at all. After all, he was lost, and by the sounds of it, so was the blond girl Emilie. Hopefully the second stranger for the day would know a bit more then he did. Something about spending the night in the woods didn't sound all that too appealing.

[Assistant]
"I'm Ian... It seems we are horribly lost, you wouldn't happen to know a way out of the forest?" A brown haired boy dressed in what looked like a hospital gown came in Kotori`s direction and asked her this question without as much as a sign of hesitation.

Behind him there was a girl of about the same heigth as Kotori, which would be the Emilie that this Ian person was talking to until a second ago, or so Kotori thought.

However, given that current situation was exactly the same as those two, Kotori didn`t had much help to give them, "I'm sorry, but I'm just a little bird whose wings had been torn asunder... I'm condemned to thread the same earth as you."

Though she tried to be direct, stating her name and that she didn't knew more about this place them any of they, the words that left Kotori's mouth were nothing but riddle that served for little more than confusing the other two.

She tried to think of a better way to convey what she meant. Why was it so hard for her to talk normally? After a brief sigh, she tried again, "I meant, to say that I'm sorry, but I don't know anything more of this place than any of you. Also my name is Kotori Tsubasa."

After that, Kotori decided to join Ian and Emilie as the three of them searched for any signs of other people, who might know more about their situation.

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As they walked, a sudden unrest hit Kotori, the sensation hang heavily at the back of her mind and before she knew it, Kotori had opened her sketchbook and was doing a rough draft of a girl wearing a doll's dress. As the form became clearer, it became obvious that the one that Kotori was drawing was Emilie.

[User]
Emilie tilted her head at the girl with a puzzled look on her face. But after she introduced herself as Kotori, she gave her a large smile. "Hi Kotori, you're kind of funny but you also seem really cool. I hope we will be good friends!" Emilie said in her usual somewhat louder than the average person's voice.

While they looked around for any clues of where they were and for others like them, Emilie was humming a tune. She didn't know what she was humming, but it was oddly familiar and nostalgic. As she was skipping, she felt her hands moving to the rhythm of the melody. She took the time to look at her new companions and thought about how nice it was to meet them. Ian seemed like the type of guy that would be like an older brother to her and Kotori was strange, but very interesting and definitely worth getting to know.

All in all, Emilie was in a fantastic mood and looked forward to the adventure. Even if they couldn't get out of the forest, there were a lot of animal friends to make and probably food they could eat and maybe even a river to drink from. It was going to be so much fun.

She decided to talk a little with Kotori because, well she didn't really have a reason except the fact that she wanted to. "Kotori, what's your favorite color?" she asked, mostly because she didn't have a better question in mind yet. It was still a start, and one could maybe tell a bit about a person's favorite color...right?

[Assistant]
Aleric's eyes slowly fluttered open, chestnut-colored pupils adjusting to the change in lighting. Steadily, everything came into focus as a curtain of leaves and branches filled his line of sight. What is this? Where is he? He stared at the branches, trying to understand where he was.

Finding that he had absolutely no idea, he simply rubbed his eyes, his limbs were stiffed and more sore than it had ever been. And he could see why.

Aleric stared at the ground with wide curious eyes. One of his legs dangled in the air as he felt rough bits of bark scratching through his white dress shirt. He slept in a tree? Why was he up here? Sure, he had read of these moments in books, but it was a lot less comfortable than they had made it out to be.

Wait… The young man blinked several times, grabbing the tree trunk to hold him steady. What book? Where was this book? How did he get here? No, wait. The blond quickly shook his head. He shouldn't interrogate himself about things he knew he didn't know. No matter how much he try to search through his mind for any hint of a memory, there was a dark void in its place with only his name floating in its depths. And yet…

His eyes flickered to every cranny of the tree, his mouth slowly moving as a calm contemplating voice spoke. "A white willow. Salix Alba – a species of willow native to Europe and western and central Asia." He breathed; his long slender fingers traced the crevices in the dark-colored bark. "The bark is used as medicine to relieve fevers and pain. Contains a substance known as salicylic acid that is used to make aspirins…"

His hand slowly dropped to his sides as Aleric suddenly pulled away. A thoughtful look took over with a tilt of his head. How is it that he knew what a willow tree was and its medical properties yet he can't remember anything else about himself except for his name? "How peculiar."

Despite how strange and confusing the whole situation was, Aleric couldn't help but feel a little excited. There were questions on his lips yet no one to answer them. As much as he liked answers, the search for them made it all the more exciting.

Quickly, Aleric pulled himself up with vigor. Unfortunately, as he did so – BAM! - his head took a collision course with a branch he could've sworn wasn't there before. Added to the fact that his body was still stiff and aching, it was no surprise as he tottered off the branch and – none too gracefully – fell. And, much to his dismay, there were even more branches waiting to make his first step of adventure even more miserable.

After a few smacks with five different – and fairly large – branches and a 15 feet fall, the bruised young man miraculously made it to the ground in one piece.

With a face full of soft grass, the young blond let out a muffled groan, counting his blessings that it wasn't sharp rocks.


[System]
Precisely 5 feet and 5 inches tall and weighs in at 120 pounds. The eyes are that way because of her noble arms and her hair is obviously dyed.
Age:
 15

Nationality:
 American

Noble Arm Name & Appearance:
A Bag of rocks. Usually referred to as 'the sack'. The sack appears to hold an endless amount of rocks, the rocks themselves change slightly in shape depending on Nishka's intent. Very slightly though, they can be perfect for skipping, slinging, throwing, and the like. The sack also hold a sling also has some odd properties. The sling has an uncanny ability to fit things that normally wouldn't fit, such as a large textbook and still retain functionality. Naturally Nishka is quite skilled with this sling, but prefers not to use it unless necessary, relying more on her uncanny throwing ability. It is unknown if the sack or sling has any other properties as Nishka is not overly active in experimenting their its powers.

Noble Arm Abilities:
The sack allows Nishka to swap any inanimate object's position in her power's radius and her line of sight. Normally it has a radius of 10 meters, but if focused upon the range can currently increase up to 30 meters. She can swap anything at more or less the speed of thought, allowing her to react to things with startling speed. Nishka has trouble swapping anything much larger than a van. On the other hand using this ability has nearly no noticeable drain on Nishka's energy allowing her to use this countless times before the loss becomes noticeable. However when attempting anything larger than a car the energy drain starts becoming exponentially bigger, giving her rather set limits on what she can swap.

Personality:
 Nishka is a no nonsense kind of girl. She has little patience with lazy people or those that beat around the bush. She can also be a bit judgmental, lumping people into a category as soon as she sees them for the most part. Nishka has a quick wit and is rarely bested in verbal combat, and if she was you'd get something worse. Morals are a bit of a grey-black area for her, whatever best serves her purposes works.

 Likes: Meat, Fruits, Vegetables, Protein Shakes, Candy, Power,

 Dislikes: Idiots, Lazy People, Arrogant People, Mostly things that aren't food.

 Fears: Losing her noble arms, Starving, Loud Noises

Bio:
Nishka was a street urchin, born and raised in the rough and tumble of the city. Nishka thrived in the rough environment, stealing was easy for her and she was tough enough to hold her own in any fight with the help of her trusty rocks. She stuck it out solo, just herself and her noble arms, though she didn't know it was that at the time. After getting into a particularly rough situation Nishka found out that the second part of her noble arms, the swapping ability. Naturally her life picked up from there, stealing was trivial, no one could beat her in a fight. It was some time later that she found out what she had was a noble arms. Nishka quickly became interested in attending an academy. She'd heard of several and wanted to see if they taught anything helpful, as well as to see other noble arms.

Current Goal:
 Find out what this school's dealio is.

Student Rank:
1750

[User]
Pablo, after having changed to his PE Clothes, moved closer to Reinhard once the students had been asked to partner with each other, saying:

"Hey, sorry about what happened two classes ago. Anyway, why don't we work together today? I can fill in several tactical roles, while you have a couple of useful specialties." A wide smile at the German, before the boy began looking for a third partner.

Luis' shield would save him the trouble of taking up defense, but somehow, Pablo couldn't think that the other boy would be willing to fight alongside them, if at all. Which is a shame; he admired the other boy's silent, almost imperceptible, defiance of convention and the system. So, would that mean that he'd have to include Nishka, then? After all, a bag of ever-filling rocks that can interchange with other items...those sound good. But on the other hand, he can see that Luis had...emotional issues that Pablo would like to know about, in a way that wasn't prying. Okay, that decided it, and so, after making his pitch to Reinhard, the Filipino boy walked over to the Puerto Rican.

"Hey," he said, "listen, I know that you don't like fighting, but we have to do it in this class, so why don't we do it with me and Reinhard? I promise, anything that requires harming a person; you won't have to do that." Assuming that what he observed about Luis was right...

@banjoanjo

[Assistant]
Ah jeez, group work. And it was going to be graded. Absolutely perfect. Luis sighed audibly as he changed into his PE uniform. Small Unit Tactics is a class that he had dealt with pretty capably previously, mostly due to his own initiative. As long as he wasn't grouped up with completely incompetent teammates, he'd do fine.

"As for the groupings, I want you all to form groups of three. I advise you to avoid pairing with friends, however it is not prohibited!"

Well the latter point wouldn't be a problem. Luis had trouble considering anyone in his class as a "friend", they were all either delinquents or just plain weird. Pablo came over and asked Luis to join. The guy spoke like he was talking to a kid who just dropped his ice cream cone and Luis had to admit, it was kind of irritating. But even so, being in a group with classmates would be better than having to work with the underclassmen, even if it meant potentially playing third wheel between Pablo and Reinhard. Plus, with them, it was more than likely that Pablo would be doing all the heavy lifting.

Luis waved the Filipino off. "Relax, bro. I can fight if I need to. Let's just try to get a good result here."

He walked to join Pablo.

Bee

[User] Nishka ignored the boring classes and managed to avoid getting called on, having perfected that look of paying attention but really not from a young age. Finally they got to the class that seemed least boring, SUit, taught by Sir Tan. Nishka hated it when people were named stupid things like that. Tan isn't a name, its more like a noun, at best some sort of adjective, certainly no good for being a name. That was like naming your kid 'smart'. Then when you said things like 'my kid is smart' you have to explain what exactly you mean and the whole thing is more confusing for everyone. Stupid names are stupid. Nishka rolled her eyes upon hearing they would be in groups, what a bunch of work. Of course it was called small unit tactics for a reason but still. Rather than searching for a group Nishka did what she usually did, nothing. Either the teacher would lump her into a group or some geek would recruit her, she didn't particular care either way. Frankly she was surprised the nerd that'd asked her to hang out with him hadn't immediately latched onto her. Whatever.

[Assistant]
Silence settled in the room as Yuri finished his grand spiel. The adults in the room were taken aback by the sheer certainty in his voice. The fact that he was acting not only as if he was not guilty, but also a dispenser of true justice was . . . an experience, to say the least.

The instructor stared at Yuri intently, and then rolled his eyes. "All hypothetical circumstances that can't be compared to the situation at hand. I would like to point out, very clearly, that the only one who actually injured anyone was you. You acted on nothing but your own assumptions as to what would happen," he said, sliding the form closer to Yuri, "and from what I saw back there, rather than attack an aggressor, it looked like you picked a side. That lady he was glaring daggers at didn't look like much of a victim."

"As for your proposal," said the DO, standing from his chair and approaching the door, "I can't believe you have the arrogance to not only suggest that our disciplinary faculty is not enough, but to even suggest that you of all people be at the head of such an organization. It speak a lot about of your personality."

"In any case, your punishment hasn't changed, and we will not compromise."

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The instructor waited for a minute or so, observing as the class clustered into different groups. Eventually, the class was more or less grouped. For those stragglers that didn't bother to even look for partners, Sir Tan put together. All-in-all, there were twenty teams split among the classes.

Two underclassmen were paired with Nishka. A timid pair of identical twins. The two of them fidgeted around the older girl, staying close enough so that it was obvious they were grouped with her, but not close enough for Nishka's hands to grab them if she simply stretched them.

Once the groupings were settled. The instructor nodded.

"Okay then, kids, our warm-up for today's session is very simple. Ever hear of the game "freeze tag"? Well that's what we're going to be doing. Here's the catch though: There are eight teams of "it's", and only members from the same team can unfreeze a frozen player. We play for ten minutes, and for every member on your team frozen, a corresponding penalty will be carried over for the day's drill. No Noble Arms, and the entirety of the quadrangle is your battle ground. Any questions?"

With no questions asked, the instructor randomly picked eight teams to represent the "it" side. Those that were chosen were given sleeveless jerseys to wear over their PE uniform, to distinguish them from the other players. Pablo, Reinhard, and Luis were an "it" team. Takumi, Gloria and King, along with Nishka and her group-mates were part of the running teams.

The teacher separated the two teams on opposite ends of the quadrangle, and blew his whistle.

At once, all hell broke loose.

"It" players began charging straight towards the other side, who responded by scrambling chaotically, sometimes getting in each others way and tripping over each other. Others had outright abandoned their teammates and soon a fast exchange of freeze and unfreeze was taking place.

Nishka's group-mates had left her alone and were running together frantically. A team of three approached Takumi and attempted to box him. All the while, the teacher looked on impassively. It was about as he expected, really.

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Unlike most of the others Reinhard took a rather slow approach at the problem of being a good "it" in freeze tag. While the other its were frantically expending energy chasing their 'prey', which in turn for the most part just ran away as fast as they could, Reinhard didn't move much, at best he walked. Admidst the chaos he positioned himself, so that the flow of escaping students would either pass him, or be deflected by his presence into another "it".

His strategy payed off somewhat, as small clusters of one to three frozen students formed around his paths, but Reinhard didn't guard them in any way himself, so unless another "it" did so, either intentionally or unintentionally, they were quickly unfrozen.

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Pablo analyzed the situation; he was not going to go after Takumi, King, and Gloria; too strong. But, he wasn't going after those that were too 'weak', either; he might get accused of fighting too dirty. So, he was going after the middle tier, and that meant Nishka and her group; this task was made easier by the fact that said group abandoned the Russian-American, meaning that he, Reinhard, and Luis can safely go after her.

So he ran for the former street urchin, but not so fast that he would outpace Reinhard and Luis to the point of breaking the team's cohesion. Taking quick gazes to ensure that his former team members were by his side (Turns out Reinhard chose to go his own way), Pablo positioned himself to Luis' side, presuming that Luis followed his non-verbal cues and went after Nishka as well.

Luis would at least dislike me for this, which is a shame, as I want to be his friend. After a split-second of that thought, he would put it out of his mind for now, and keep going after Nishka, his eyes alert for any tricks and feints. If she went to her left left, he would gesture at Luis (who might still be entertaining thoughts of dislike) to catch her, if she went to her right, well, he himself would go on the offensive, and try and catch her, while being ready to roll away in case her teammates had a change of heart...

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No Noble Arms, — Takumi smiled, unsummoning Vox Vulgaris with an effort of will.

Taking note where the three boxing him in were, he then did a weird hopping half-step backwards, swinging his arms erratically, and vanished from view as people's eyes slid off him, not being able to find purchase on his form visually.

He's suddenly out of the "box" twenty, then thirty feet to the side, flitting around like a coked up colibri — always just a tiny bit out of reach, drawing people away from teammates.

[Assistant]
No Noble Arms? Bullshit. That and her two partners were underclassmen that looked like they'd just taken speed and were likely to be entirely useless. Nishka's keen eyes made an observation of the quadrangle before the whistle blew, noticing several objects that she could use if she got into dire straights. Not that she expected to be caught, few people were faster than an angry store owner, and fewer still faster than those that outran them. Of course these weren't crowded city streets, but the concept was much the same. Not too much to her surprise she was immediately targeted by- white knight? Weird.

Still, she doubted someone like him could catch someone like her. His slow approach indicated that he was expecting feints or jukes, meaning his reaction time would be slowed to an outright response and he would be hyper responsive to feints. Which meant that a fake feint was the best response. Not that any of this really went through Nishka's mind as conscious thought. It was more of a split-second awareness of the best course of action to take, born out of years of necessity reading a situation in less than a moment. So Nishka made eye contact with Pablo, stepped to the right, pivoted to face left as though she were going to run in that direction: leaning forward to support that idea, but instead with her weight on pivoting foot, pushed herself in the opposite of the direction, turning midstep and running to the right with urchin quickness. She silently noted the presence of the purple-eyed boy standing remarkably still, simply tagging those foolish enough to ignore him, not a mistake she would make.


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Awakened: 100
Mind [35] | Body [40] | Spirit [25]
Facsimile: N/A

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Nagashima, Masato
Identity: Completely average in looks, smarts, and popularity, Masato only manages to score towards the top of the class due to sheer hard work and tons of exam cramming. He always seems to have his nose to the grindstone in order to keep up with his peers, hardly ever letting up on his studies or responsibilities. His reputation at school is mostly a good one, since he makes himself available to help any student in need - as the president of Kuroshio Ogata Junior High's student council, it is his job after all.

Though he may have earned the respect of most of his peers (something he's proud of), it was hard to say that Masato is actually well liked by them. It wasn't like he was elected to his position either, he got it simply because no one else wanted it, a win by default. His personality is one that runs both hot and cold as if he's struggling to suppress part of himself - most likely his temper, which caused him trouble in his earlier years. Masato has come to be known as someone that will help you out, even if he'd click his tongue and say he should knock some sense into you while he does it, though he is much harsher with troublemakers and rule-breakers. The sound of his grumbling or shouting isn't that rare a thing in Kuroshio Ogata Junior High's halls. On the flip side, he brushes people off if they don't need anything from him. He's never spotted outside of the junior high, the cram school, or on his way straight home from either. He doesn't open up to others, so he has few if any close friends.

Taking everything into account, he has high potential to be chosen for the study abroad program if he can just keep his grades up. He's been trying hard to become a respectable member of society in the future - hopefully one far away from this small town. Although, Masato wasn't always like that. His brother Akito, older by five years, has had a big impact on him and shifted Masato's focus into becoming a "better person," though it wasn't a positive impact.

Akito has always caused trouble for others. Currently he's graduated highschool and has become a layabout in the Nagashima home with no plans for the future. With parents that just enable him, the only one he catches flack from is Masato. Fighting between the brothers is a common occurrence, sometimes escalating to physical confrontations. In the past, the two of them were closer - when Akito was running wild in his school years and bringing up his little brother to be just as much of a nuisance as he was. A bully and petty criminal, Akito couldn't have a weak sibling for other delinquents to take advantage of. It looked like Masato was on his way to following in Akito's footsteps, until a certain incident ended up hurting a friend who suffered the consequences. That opened Masato's eyes to how much of a jerk his brother really was, and he started condemning Akito rather than following his orders.

Now, Masato is determined not to turn out like that - he doesn't want to cause problems and have other people clean up his messes anymore. The new mindset is the reason he joined the student council when he entered middle school in the first place, has been trying to rein in the bad attitude his youth instilled in him, and is working to earn a spot among those chosen to go overseas.
Peculiarity: Masato is extremely dexterous, with superior aim and hand-eye coordination. The school's small baseball team was bitter to lose him to the student council. Besides just pitching or catching, Masato also fields requests from other students to thread needles or help put together model kits. It's not an exaggeration to say he has some of the steadiest hands in school, though its a wonder why when his attitude is anything but. And yes, he is the best at juggling in his class. Besides that he's got a high pain tolerance and a good constitution, recovering from colds in record time.

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Clearing, ???

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This was it, huh?

Dying beside your peers, against beasts beyond your comprehension.

Life was pretty unfair, wasn't it? Being born in a backwater town where your only talent wouldn't get the recognition it deserved, covered in obscurity by a few jealous seniors.

You couldn't make your mark in the world, and now this is where life has lead you.

Dying in an unknown world, one where only a few will remember you...

Kogen's eyes fluttered as he slowly succumbed to his fate, the pain that radiated through his body becoming more unbearable as the bearwolf crushed him. Despite this, he still had some willingness to fight in him, the barest remnants of his instincts flaring from within.

Kogen launched an arm up, grasping hard on the bearwolf's arm. Maybe if he allowed himself to get torn up by this beast, if he squirmed just enough, Masato could crawl out from underneath him. It's the least he could do, after all.

He was too out of breath to really do anything else.

As he squirmed, Kogen noticed a glint in the sky. Was this a... hallucination? Were his delusions becoming real in his death throes? No, it couldn't be... is that Inaba, falling from the sky? Did a branch break, or... no. Her movements, stiff as they may be, seemed deliberate.

... Are you just going to sit and watch, or are you also going to fight?

The boy's body moved swifty, though he wasn't sure if it was entirely of his own volition. It's almost as if seeing his classmate's will to fight despite being totally dead filled Kogen with a deep-seated sense of resolve. He continued to grasp on the bearwolf's arm, digging his nails into its flesh as the pain that surged through his body began to disappear. His other hand clutched the hammer tightly, waiting for just the right opportunity to act. Fo fight.

The air that escaped his lungs was instead replaced with fire.

As soon as Inaba made impact, Kogen swung his hammer into the one of the bearwolf's elbows, throwing all his might into the blow. From its weakened grasp, Kogen used the counteracting momentum of his swing and the bearwolf's movment to throw his own body to the side while still clinging to the monster's arm.

Nothing else matters anymore. The only thing you need to do is kill it.

And so, Kogen would do so, raising the hooked side of the hammer and jamming it into the bearwolf's neck, before ripping downward.

[Assistant]
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As if it wasn't obvious enough, Asahi really started to hate this place.

All that dogpiling of the toughest guys in the class and all that beating he did on the wolfbear's head, and the freaking monster looked like it wasn't even hurt. To add insult to injury, it seemed that the class was doing more damage to themselves than to these freaks of nature. Duncan's intestines were flopping out of his slashed belly and poor Yuki was out there somewhere, his right shoulder probably broken beyond repair as he was thrown like a ragdoll somewhere.

Asahi was now face-to-face with the wolfbear, all its eyes focused on the pink-haired lad. Blood matted on the fur on its head, or was it Asahi's? He wasn't sure anymore but he did believe one thing was a hundred percent certain: he was going to die right then and there.

"C'mon, asshole!" Asahi shouted once again, his rage more imminent now than before. Despite the hopelessness of his situation, he was still angry about the animal, about their situation, practically about everything. He gripped what remained of his branch and raised it at eye level so the wolfbear could see it.

"I'm not afraid of a disgusting beast like you. You're going to die here and now." He said to the beast, maintaining eye contact with it as he spoke with stone cold conviction. Asahi wasn't sure how he could speak so calmly like that but he had to do anything to keep the wolfbear's attention at him and give the others a chance to escape.

He made a quick rundown of his options. While he and Sasuke attended martial arts classes together, Sasuke was the far superior fighter out of the two of them. With his lack of sheer strength, Asahi made up for it with his reflexes and agility. He reckoned if he could, and that's a big 'if', try and outrun the wolfbear, make it so Asahi could have a way to direct it towards the blazing fire from the bus wreckage. It was barely a plan but he was desperate for anything at this point.

Just then, he was surprised when Duncan made a beeline straight for the beast. Asahi had no idea where he got the strength to do such a thing as Duncan was now shouting at Asahi to run away just as he struck at the wolfbear, aiming at his neck.

"Tch. Stop trying to be a hero, dumbass!" Asahi yelled back. What will running away do for them anyway? Even if he could manage to get away, Asahi wasn't totally sure if the others were still alive or even barely at one piece. The beasts could still chase after them, never stopping until all of them were dead.

Asahi ran fast towards the wolfbear, taking the chance that it would be somewhat incapacitated from Duncan's attack. "Why don't you just... He leaned down to quickly pick up a large stone then jammed what's left of the stick at the animal's eye before slamming the stone at it like hammering a nail. "...Die!"

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It was a really weird feeling, almost like an out of body experience. Not that Masato had ever had one of those, but he imagined it might be sort of similar to what was going on. Pain laced up and down his back where the wolfbear was tearing open his skin. Masato could definitely feel the claws sink in and the warmth of his blood well up and out of his body, but as far as fatal injuries went it didn't seem that bad. Was his brain lessening the pain to make the transition to oblivion a little more palatable? Or maybe it was possible that this wasn't a fatal wound. That its claws couldn't get through the back of his rib cage into his more important parts, and that the blood flow wasn't enough to bleed out.

Masato chose to hang onto the second option. Fuck you, I can do this, he told the phantom in his memory. He grit his teeth and endured the rake of the monster's claws, keeping a hold of its legs to keep it in place. Just kill it. His thoughts were loud, as if trying to project them to Kogen. Just kill it so this can be over. It was hard to think past the immediate situation, so what had become of the other students and what to do after dealing with this wolfbear were thoughts that didn't even filter into Masato's head anymore.

Unfortunately the OHKO he'd been hoping for did not come. A monster's skull was apparently much tougher than a dog's or a human's. From his awkward position it was hard for Masato to see what was going on until Kogen was slammed down on top of him.

"Ghk-!" The added pressure on his ripped up back really made it hurt now. He'd finally released his death grip on the monster's back legs in order to try and push himself up or otherwise escape the pin, but it didn't look likely unless the beast ripped the boy on top of him apart first. And was he really going to let that happen? Could he do anything to prevent it?

Things would have been looking a lot more grim than they already were if not for Inaba. How she'd managed to survive Masato didn't know, but if Inaba was alive then Suzuki was alive. They could all get out of this with their lives intact. The kids all seemed to move at once, with Kogen putting his plan into action once Inaba made contact, and Masato scrambling out from the pin as soon as Kogen shifted and gave him enough room to escape. He managed to get his feet underneath him and stand up, and though he was breathing heavily he wasn't sapped of his strength just yet. Now freed, he could go check on Suzuki, or he could make a proper escape. But he really wanted to see this thing dealt with now that he'd had a taste of defiance against the death the monsters represented. Kogen had a hold on one of its front legs, so Masato rushed forward to seize the other before its claws could come down and stop what would hopefully be a death blow this time.