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Created by Harumi Shirayama on Pinterest | JeimSeu stands an average 5'7" and weighs 136 lbs with a swimmer build. His hair is shoulder length now.
Age: 17

Nationality: Filipino-Korean

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Tahimik na Pagninilay (Quiet Meditation)

Tahimik na Pagninilay is about 5 feet in length. It is classified as a "polearm" weapon. Although heavy compared to other weapons, it is incredibly light in the right hands. The blade almost resembles glass or some sort of crystal.

Noble Arm Abilities: Aside from the abilities listed below, Jeim can move the weapon without touching it. It is completely in tune with his mind. He can sense it even if he is separated from it, and the weapon will come to him when called. It has immense physical properties, able to move through matter by vibrating intensely or slicing through the hardest of matter. The Noble Arm allows him full control over sound and vibrations, and the spectrum therein. Below are just three of the skills he has acquired with training but is not limited to only these three.

 Quiet Negation: By focusing the innate powers of the weapon, JeimSeu can produce a field around him or anyone he chooses. This field of sonic vibration matches the specific vibration of incoming projectiles/abilities and dampens them to the point that negation occurs no matter how strong the attack. If it is a physical attack, the enemy is cast away like feedback and may receive laceration damage. This ability can only be used twice, after which a recharge period of 24 hours is needed to use again.
 Catostrophic Reverberation: By matching the sonic vibration to different matter that he strikes with his Noble Arm, Jeim can effectively cleave through it seemingly effortlessly. When facing other Noble Arms, this technique causes the other weapons to deflect like a magnet.
 Embodiment of Sound: Channeling the immense power of his Noble Arm, Jeim becomes the pure embodiment of sound and vibration. He becomes intangible to physical abilities, but is still susceptible to elemental abilities, although the damage he takes is dampened. Jeim can only maintain this form for at most 5 minutes max. His body, when overexerted, will become covered in lacerations. A recharge period of 24 hours is necessary to use the ability for 5 minutes. Accessing this skill before the recharge time can result in damage to the body.

Personality: Jeim is very open to those he meets, but he likes to keep a low profile. Trust is something that is earned and not easily given. He is very cautious of those around him and will tend to shrink back his bubbly personality when facing someone new. Jeim is an extrovert and loves to have fun and is very sassy. He tries very hard not to allow his dark past to overshadow the future he wants to build. Jeim can be seen singing while strutting down the hallways of the school or training his body and martial skills. He has a dark side that shows up if he is tested by someone he doesn't like or by someone who has ill will against him.

 *Likes: Music, Cooking, Training, Reading, His Feminine Features, Fashion.

 *Dislikes: Foolish Behavior, Unnecessary Destruction, Irrationally Loud People, Judgement.

 Fears: Dying Alone, Failure, Normalcy.

Bio: JeimSeu was born to a Filipino father and a Korean mother. His mother is an actress who travels a lot, leaving his father to take care of him. His father is a martial artist who has his own studio and is also a businessman. JeimSeu was raised to be tough and to stand tall among those around him. His father dislikes his feminine side while his mother embraces it and nurtures it. Because of his feminine side, his father trained him relentlessly hoping that it would somehow remove the feminine side of his son, but it only caused it to grow. Within the pain and heartache of not knowing if his father loved him, Jeim found his passion for fashion. It was through the outward expressions that he was able to live, thrive, and smile.

All good things must eventually come to an end. During a walk home from school, Jeim was attacked. He didn't know how he called forth the Noble Arm, or how he managed to escape. All he remembered was seeing the agonizing look on the faces of the three boys who had attacked him. They were clutching their heads, screaming out in pain. Jeim rushed home afterward too scared to tell anyone. Even though he thought no one saw, someone was paying attention.

The first visit was the most bizarre. He could remember the man's face. Handsome. Tall. Beautiful tanned skin. Jeim was infatuated at a young age over the mere presence of this man. The man spoke with his father on the first visit, but whatever he said to his father, Jeim remembered the curse words that spewed from his father's mouth. Each visit was more cautious and planned. The man visited him after school and on his route home. It became a normal occurrence for Jeim. Then the day came that the man revealed who he was. He told Jeim he was part of an organization known as the Hammer of Masters and that there were others like him. Jeim didn't believe it, but one day the man took Jeim to meet the members of the organization. Jeim was shocked to be around others like him. The man smiled as he watched Jeim talk to the other members until he could no longer.

His father barely noticed him missing, but his mother called every chance she got and was happy to know that he'd found a friend, even if she didn't know about the gift. Shortly after being introduced, Jeim started training with the unnamed man. He was told how much his Noble Arm was needed, and how much stronger he would be if he focused on training the abilities of the weapon. Jeim was hesitant but took on to the training with fair ease. His father still had no clue about anything, and only realized he was missing when he hadn't seen him for a couple of days.

The day his father witnessed his Noble Arm display was the day he sent him to Trinidad Academy in hopes that no one would find out. JeimSeu holds a bitter resentment towards his father and has dark thoughts that plague him.

PS: The Man's name is Anton Riverez, a high member of the Hammers.

*Current Goal: Assassination of an Important Figure.

Student Rank: 132

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Henry

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Once I was done talking Oscar began his introduction. Wait Sword of Piece? I thought it wa- Before Henry had the time to question what the name of Oscar's Arm, the golden light appeared on his chest as he rips the sword of whatever out of his chest. Henry looked at the beautiful sword and immediately liked it. That looks Magical as Hell! Henry was for a moment stunned but then his mind refocused to what Oscar was saying. Oh he is from the Arizona? Where is Arizona? As once again he didn't have time to recall information as he gives even cooler information. As Oscar plunges the sword toward, Henry started to cringe immediately as he was expecting to hear aloud cling or worse the wrenching sound of bending steal. But to Henry's very visible surprise it entered the ground without a noise of even the slightest effort. Is it super sharp? Does it go trough any obstacle? As Oscar explained Henry began to realize that he hasn't had his Arm for long by the way he doesn't seem to know it's properties very well. Or he isn't giving all the details because it would be to his detriment.

Oscar's comment about people not wanting to fight me would be helpful but I should let them know I am not that skilled. With a slightly disappointing smile on henry's face "Actually, while I have the body and Arm to be a combat expert I lack a lot of practical experience."

The question Oscar posed went right over Henry's head. Guns weren't something that he interacted with. He is not sure if he ever even held a gun before. He realized at that moment that he should take time to learn more about them for safety. I can probably ask Jordan about them or Oscar, he does sound American after all. Wait is that where Arizona is?

As Henry finally had time to put his thoughts together he was ready to make a comment on it would make him an excellent deterrent but Jordan beat him to the punch on that. Not like that was a difficult accomplishment. So Henry nodded along in agreement. He would make a great sparing partner with that huh? I should ask if he would be interested in that after we guard the senators.

As Jordan explains how it reloads Henry more or less nods to show he understand. On the inside he is realizing his illiteracy towards guns is far deeper then he thought. As he primes it Henry gleamed that you pull the small metal piece then you need to pull the trigger. He thinks he knows that much now which is 100% more then he knew before so cool. As Oscar seems really impressed Henry is left there feeling like the new guy who can't tell why it is even cool.

As Oscar then asked how my defensive ability works "Oh yeah. Since I will need a little help with it I should let you know. I take physical Force and I can absorb some of it in me and then I can use it to put a shield on myself or other people. I'm going to begin charging it up now for safety. So if you guys could maybe help me get a jump start on it that would be great." Henry smiles at them hopefully convincing them to help cause he would have to do a lot of needless exercise to build up enough to stop something serious. "Let us work together well to complete the mission." Henry says while still smiling now extending a hand out to shake on their new team.

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Vane

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"Huh, we do? Now that I think about it, I might remember you guys." Vane made a note of all four of them sharing the same class while resting the back of his head on his hands. He walked in that carefree position all the way to class with everyone around him. All he could think about was pushing through the classes and then getting some training in, possibly sparring with others.

Since he already knew a bit about Nuru... "You two shorties," he began, obviously referring to Cynthia and Pablo. "Who are you guys? I know the big dude, but you guys are a mystery to me. Entertain me with some small talk while we head to class won't you?"

It was then that the bell rang. Vane clicked his teeth in disappointment and picked up his pace. He's gonna make Virgil his sparring partner for sapping the rest of his free time away. He just has to sit through all the slow-paced classes until he gets to the blood-pumping good stuff.

Bee

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Jordan Quinn

Jordan smiled broadly and looked between his two new teammates, he wouldn't call them quite friends yet, but teammates and compatriots works. He reaches out and places his hand with Henry's and gives it a firm shaking, "I like the sound of that. Between us three we ought to do great." He looked to Oscar, "What do you think? I think we've got this covered." He claps a hand on Oscar's arm and nods to him.

It's just then that Jordan's phone starts to rattle and beep. He blinks and whips it out, it's an alarm, that classes are going to start any second, "Oh crap! We're gonna be late for homeroom!" He unsummons La Longue Carabine, "Crap crap crap, hey we got some time. See you guys in class!" HE races off shouting something about, "I forgot my book bag back at my room!"

Oli Cinter

Having reported to the director that their three guards had said yes to the mission and making sure Johnny is okay. Oli had started back towards the gym and his first class of the day with some of the other students. He'd see the class the guards are in later. As he's going he jumps aside as Jordan comes racing out of the gym and making for the dorms, "Be careful you crazy man! If your homeroom says you're late just tell them you have an excuse and tell them to come to me!" He enters the gym to see Oscar and Henry, "Oi! You two! Git! I have a class of Firsties coming in shortly and I need the gym." He makes shooing motions getting the pair moving. As he gets them out the door and starting down the hall he calls after them, "Stay safe. And you'll get your call to get to your positions later." He then throws both doors open as a bunch of first year students come thundering towards the gym. oli can be heard calling out, "You give me 5 laps jogging, then 2 laps sprinting before you even dare get to the center of the gym! You move!" Followed by a laugh and Oli racing past the door leading the pack.

@Th3King0fChaos

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Jeimseu the Silent Assassin

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Impatient. Jeimseu was more patient than most men his age, but to hear someone say he was impatient made him smile for a reason he didn't even know. Maybe this Malenkov brought with him a new thrill that Jeim had yearned for. It had been a while since he'd heard from the Hammer. He missed the communication with them and the atmosphere was always lively, unlike this school which lacked the very essence of what he yearned for. Jeimseu observed the older male as he displayed his Noble Arm and, like a faucet, divulged the abilities of his weapon. A gun. How mediocre. How bland. Jeim would have rolled his eyes had he not heard the soft voice whisper in his ears once again. Things would come together and the weak would perish under the foot of the strong. There was no place for weakminded sheep, not in the Hammer, not where he was trained. Jeimseu blinked a few times processing what Malenkov said and shrugged his shoulders.

"If you are aware that he will betray you, why do you still go forward with it? Why not kill him afterward? No loose ends right?"

The fact that he suggested such a devious act was unlike Jeim. He didn't kill without reason, and given the chance, he would slay Malenkov where he stood, but he was needed, as was Virgil. All a part of a plan to get him a more suitable target. He didn't want to waste his skills. His training had become valuable to him. All the sleepless nights of taking his body to the limits of breaking and beyond. All to satisfy a man he viewed as an older brother, more so a father figure in his life. Whatever made him happy made Jeim happy.

The bell rang signaling the end of their conversation. Jeim pulled on his articles of clothing and pulled his hair into a ponytail. His hair was long and ventured between the color spectrum of lilac and soft pink. It was beautiful to the eye. Jeim stepped pass Malenkov as if he didn't see him and left the showers.


[System]
Age: 23

Appearance: Tall, dyed-gray hair, yellow eyes, angular features, stands at 6 feet tall with broad shoulders, weighs 186lbs, well-fit without being too thin.

He is usually outfitted with his military uniform and pack, containing survival essentials such as MRE's, water purification tablets, painkillers, antiseptic bandages, ammunition, emergency flares, and assorted field tools ranging from an entrenchment shovel to a weapon maintenance kit.

Powers: Marksmanship abilities, stealth training/skills, survival training/skills, situational awareness, ability to improvise, close quarters combat training, weapon adapatability.

Weaknesses: Hotheadedness, his own human mortality, and at times, a dependance on military-rationed stimulants.

Bio: (First a little bit of background about the universe he is from; if you've watched the GATE anime, you needn't read this)
In the Ginza district of Tokyo in 2015, a mysterious gate appeared, pouring out fantasy creatures led by men in armor who proceeded to kidnap or kill nearby civilians before fleeing back to the other side of the gate. In response, the Japanese Self Defense Force moved through the gate and established a foothold in the new "Special Region," these forces were attacked several times over the next few months, but each attack was fended off with little to no casualties for the JSDF, due to their technological superiority.
Kaygo himself was born into a prestigious military family, the third child of five, he spent most of his childhood going to different military academies, each with different results, his initial rebelliousness caused a rift between his parents, his teachers, and himself to form over time, and while he eventually came to respect his teachers and his commanding officers, his parents sadly disowned him at age 15 and cut any form of contact, seeming to want to simply sweep his existence under the rug, even going so far as to deny he ever existed publicly. At age 18 he officially joined the JSDF, and during his initial training he showed extreme promise on the firing range, resulting in his selection for Sniper training. When offered, he jumped at the chance, pouring as much effort into this training as he humanly could. After long enough, shortly before his training was over, he realized he must have caught the attention of his higher-ups more than he thought, for a Major in the Central Readiness Force approached him with an offer to join the CRF's Special Forces Group as a Marksman, which he, of course, was happy to accept. This brought him on to a third and final period of training in a variety of skills. Several years after training, he began to become use to his position within the CRF, the routine becoming a part of daily life. Then, the Ginza incident occurred, and he found himself attached to the JSDF's 3 rd Recon Unit, the military force sent to explore the world on the other side of the Ginza gate.

[User] Asura's mouth curls up into a faint smile as he fires a series of blasts from vajra

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WARNING! WALL OF TEXT INBOUND

Ginza District Gate Post 253A, Tokyo, Japan

An average day in Tokyo, crowds of people moved to and fro, some on their way to their respective jobs, others shopping, or already working. People walked along the sidewalk, merely feet away from a still-new chainlink fence that surrounded a huge area. It had been months since the Gate had opened, and still little was known about it; the Japanese and American governments knew only that both it needs to be carefully contained, and that it functions as a sort of two-way transportation between the Earth and the so called "Special Region," but very little is actually known about how it functions. The gate itself is a huge stone archway that seems to lead only into pure darkness, around this building are countless military units and fortifications as a precautionary measure. The gate also has a checkpoint guardpost in front of the structure, where at least two soldiers are to be on duty at all times to monitor all incoming or outgoing military traffic.
The site also held a barracks, a vehicle depot, and an assigned Regimental Headquarters that military higher-ups tended to call home.

Inside Regimental HQ

"Sargent Masunune, reporting in sir." the young man spoke in a quiet tone, not hushed but at a lower decibel. The man he was required to report to was higher ranking than any he had met so far in his military career. Only two stars adorned his cap, but his rank demanded respect either way. He was a short, stocky Japanese man with graying hair, though the way he held himself was like a man who has seen war, that would make Kaygo think twice of striking him in a dark alley.
"Sargent, I'm sure you're curious why I've called you here today, and I can assure you that your presence here, on our own side of the gate, is vital." Lieutenant General Kouichirou Hazama stated in a flat tone as he held a finger atop his cap.
"I cannot share every detail as of yet, but as an attached part of the third recon unit I have authority to assign special duties to you and I must exercise this authority at this moment. A regular convoy of goods being transported from the Special Region to Japan has mysteriously disappeared while on it's regular route. There was no sign of them on the route and there was no radio contact except a brief check-in, an hour later when our radio operators attempted to reach them after they failed to return a hailing for their estimated ETA, there was no response. A brief time passed and a search & rescue group was sent to look for them but came back with no trace of their presence anywhere. Given your history with both Special Forces training and extensive first-hand experience in the Special Region, you are the most viable candidate at the moment to perform a stealth reconnaissance operation of the nearest city of Italica and make sure that the locals aren't holding our people captive behind our backs." General Hazama spoke in a quick, harsh tone, something that Kaygo had experienced many times before from countless teachers and commanding officers, whether directly or indirectly.
"Any questions Sargent?"
Kaygo remained silent, standing at attention and standing so perfectly still, a show of discipline that had been dug so deep into him it was more akin to instinct now.
"Good. You'll move out in the morning, see the quartermaster and give him this," General Hazama grabbed a pen and scrawled a quick note, he signed it, stamped it, and folded it neatly before passing it to Kaygo.
"Dismissed." Kaygo saluted, then left the room.

The Next Morning

Kaygo awoke as he would any other day; a quick shower, breakfast at the mess area that consisted of vegetable ramen, rice, and sugared coffee. He preferred tea, but sometimes he needed a jolt in the morning to stay awake. The day did not unfold as others though. He brought the note General Hazama had given him to the Quartermaster Sargent Ichiwa, who read it and took a strange look at Kaygo. He crumpled the note in hand and hobbled towards the back of the armory, grabbing several small items and one rather large one.
"Grab a pack from the wall and pass it here, I'll fill it up for you." the quartermaster stated as he set down a long metal cylinder on the counter. A Barrett .50 caliber anti-materiel rifle with a long range scope, a bipod attachment towards the tip of the barrel, and a carrying strap. A few minutes passed while Kaygo waited for the quartermaster to get all the equipment he needed for his field kit. He finally was able to put it together, and was set on his way to the gate.

There it was, the threshold. He showed his Military Identification to the men in the guard station, they pointed him on his way after confirmation. Crossing the gate had never seemed like much to Kaygo, in his mind the Special Region was virtually identical to the Japanese countryside, minus the fire breathing dragons and other mythical creatures. Here it was, once again. He would have ridden a tank or an armored troop transport into the region most crossings, but today he decided he would go on foot, the same he did his very first time crossing the gate.
But something was different, something was off...
The darkness of crossing that once seemed fantastical and enlightening, now seemed dreadful and wrong. He shrugged it off, and kept walking through the pitch black.
Minutes passed, and finally, he could see light ahead of him. A feeling of ease washed over him as he grew closer and closer to the other side. He increased his pace to cross the threshold, and after a moment, he broke through it, the light fading into regularity as his eyes adjusted and he saw...
An empty field. Immediately, any feeling of ease was replaced with a powerful sense of dread. This was not the other side of the gate, this was not Alnus, it was empty and undeveloped, while Japan's foothold in the Special Region was well constructed and expansive, it was a small city at this point, and this field, obviously, was anything but Alnus.
Kaygo whipped his body around, but the gate was gone. Never before had anything like this happened, no one had ever crossed through the gate and ended up anywhere but the other side, and with the gate still standing behind them. Internal panic began to set in, but Kaygo took a breath and remembered his training. He immediately reached for his radio and called in, but there was not a reply, only static.
After several moments of struggling to no avail, Kaygo began to give in to the stress. He looked around for anything familiar. To the east of him, perhaps a half a kilometer from his location, he could see a city. And almost as soon as he laid his eyes upon it, several buildings within the city collapsed. Kaygo followed his first instinct; whether he knew where he was or not, this was a place where something troubling was happening, he began to move towards the city.
After a while of running, he stopped and began to observe from a safe distance, he could see through his binoculars that a small group of strange beings and large men were duking it out in the middle of town, much to the dismay of the local governance. Kaygo would not interfere unless he was dragged into the incessant violence, though he could not help but feel for the locals whom must play host to these dangerous characters.

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The drifter, after being tossed aside like a small towel got an interesting sight as he was tossed into the surroudning trees; a face to face meeting with a man from an outdated time. while the drifter himself might look like a blast from the past with his strange attire, the unfamiliar weaponry at his hip and the neon blue skin might belay something different all together as the drifter merely stares, not saying anything for he could not. At such a close range, anyone could see the scar tissue and dried, neon pink blood between and on the scarf covereing the lower half of his face, his eye a dark green in surprising contrast, the solid nature of the color being odd against such a vibrant person.

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@Tyki @kishin asura
 As the great blast of Soular energy ripped into Shang, his fist collided with the top of Asura's head, cracking the skull, smashing the brain, but that would be little done to the Kishin. Shang would be ripped in two, his torso landing behind his lower half, it falling forwards. No blood leaked from the wound, it cauterized by the sheer intensity of the blast. He would look over at Asura, and slowly remove his face plate, revealing a scarred face, one of a warrior who had seen many battles, and won many battle.
 ".....I feel...robbed........." He says, coughing up blood. "......I wanted an actual fight...not to just be severed in two....damn it all...." With that, he would go limp as his soul leaves his body, heading to the afterlife. He would die....if his soul managed to leave for long, would be up to Asura.
 Issac would stumble forth, and look at Asura as no doubt his body would simply rebuild itself. "...thanks stranger....What's your name? I cannot properly thank you, without knowing your name..." Issac says, holding his stomach, which would be leaking green.

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It all descended into insanity very quickly to Kaygo.
He sat there quietly observing the violence occur before him. He attempted to focus the lenses of his binoculars in order to get a clearer picture of the action happening in the town. As he crouched in the shrubbery, he zoomed in slowly, and just as he finally was able to properly focus the spectacles, his vision was obstructed by a blue-gray blur of motion heading directly towards him. His training served him well as he was able to react in time, tearing the binoculars away safely, and smoothly diving back and into a roll, resuming position in a snap.
The first thing he noticed was a pair of eyes staring directly back into his own.
His eyes widened, shocked, as he analyzed the being in front of him; it was humanoid, perhaps even human, though not any kind of race known to him. It was one of the beings that had been engaged in dire combat only moments before. The thought clicked in Kaygo's head, and hoping to keep his existence quiet for at least a brief moment longer, he held a finger up to his lips, making a quiet "shush" sound, while very, very carefully and slowly backing away into the bush, and shouldering his rifle in the least threatening way he could imagine possible. He would defend his life, but had no wish to put himself in danger without some decent reason.

[Assistant] The drifter just kind of raises an eye brow, a green and black, tablet-like object appearing in his hand, similar in nature to a smart phone as he seems to simply text something before the screen expands and flips, the text reading simply "mute. your weapon will do nothing, best to ditch it"

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Unsure quite how to react to an unknown being presenting a message in his native language, Kaygo cringed inside, the implications being beyond understanding.
He attempted to keep quiet, but such a thing drove him past anything his training had taught him.
"A soldier never abandons his weapon." he stated just loud enough for the being to hear. He peered through the scope of his rifle, his sights filled with a gory sight once properly focused. He could barely make it out, but it seemed the largest attacker in the previous group had ripped another completely in half. Kaygo felt sick, sure, he had served his fair share of violent missions, but something so brutal was not a thing he could ever be properly prepared for. Gulping deeply, he lowered his rifle and spoke again to the mysterious being that was so close to him;
"I don't know if you really understand me, but I'd really prefer not to start any hostilities, or at least not right away..." Sargent Masunune trailed off, hoping deeply that perhaps this being was not as violent as the thing that had hurled it into him in the first place.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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Iris bit back her response in how it did matter, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle here and the more she kept being so down about it all the more he would worry. Then his worrying would throw a spanner in the plans because she couldn't act happy and enjoy the good parts of their relationship. Like now for instance, he was physically here in person, and she had forgotten how many times she had wished that to happen. To see his face and to hold him once more, even if it would be for one last time before she made her escape to protect him and the ones she cared about.

"I… eh. Hope you can remove the warrant; it would be nice to walk outside again and feel the fresh air." Forcing a smile as she watched him ponder over all the trays of food on which would be best for them to eat without making them sick. "I just thought you'd prefer to have a nice conversation and not one that's depressing after a long day." Iris knew she'd prefer that, but again not everyone was the same in that regard and she was happy to know she didn't need to fake it with him on the phone. Although she knew she would still try to keep it happy for him, a bad habit of not wanting him to worry about her.

Grimacing at the trays of food she never really thought it was this bad, now seeing the number of meals she had to have skipped made her cringe and knowing that it was just a waste made it even worse. This wasn't even her own money she was spending, and she was wasting his money on food she wasn't even eating, now that was disgraceful in her eyes. Food wasn't all too easy in the districts and to know she was wasting all this resource felt like a gut punch to the stomach. "I'll pay you back… for all the wasted food." Feeling the urge to claim something to help towards this waste, she had no clue how she would pay him back, but she would find a way too even if it took a little longer.

"We could have this one…" Gesturing to the food tray on the side near the phone, it had been something she ordered last night right before she had attempted to call Maisie. "I ordered it last night… it's just a plain pizza though nothing special." Mumbling slightly because she remembered the fancy pizzas, they had a few weeks ago and now he was facing just a simple plain cheese one. "Or… there is a carbonara I ordered the day before just next to it." It was nothing too adventurous again, but they would probably be the safest amongst the lot, especially against the meat dishes that had been left a little too long on the side. Maybe now was also a good time to get rid of the mess, she hadn't noticed the smell before but now it had been pointed out to her it was probably best to fix it.

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"You can pay me back by eating better when you move into the palace with me," Caspian shook his head. He didn't care about money. He had more of it than he knew what to do with ever since his financial advisor had walked him through his inheritance. Before his father had died, he'd been well off, but now he realized just how much the royal family had been carrying from monarch to monarch. Now, he could have purchased his own personal getaway island with cash along with a private jet to take him to and from. Two weeks' worth of spoiled food was nothing, so he didn't want her to worry about it, especially when he knew she had nothing after coming from the districts.

Looking over the dishes on the counters, he managed not to wrinkle his nose at the smell of the oldest plates. The entire suite was a little musty, but standing in the kitchen made the worst of it more prominent. Luckily, Iris seemed to remember which meals she had ordered recently enough to risk eating, and he nodded when she pointed out the pizza and carbonara. "Those sound good to me," he said, picking up the tray in one hand and bowl in the other to bring back to the couch—away from the kitchen. While he could tolerate the old food smell for a little while, he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach anything if the odor was messing with his sense of taste.

With a tilt of his head, he gestured for her to come with him and carried their slightly sketchy lunch over to the coffee table. "Sit," he told her as he set the dishes down. "There should be plates and stuff in the cabinets. I'll go check." If Iris had been eating while he'd been gone, she would have burned through the limited supply, but he doubted she had even touched any of it. So, leaving her in the living room for a moment, he strode back into the kitchen and opened up a few cupboards until he found a pair of plates and some utensils to use with the pasta. A few napkins that had come with the other food was enough to get started on lunch, so he stepped back over to join her in front of the TV.

"Have you been watching anything good lately?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood as he filled a plate with a couple slices of pizza and a small helping of the carbonara. They'd talked about the hard things already—although not quite as much as he would have liked—so he wanted to end the visit on a happy note before he had to get back to the palace. "Football season is starting up again soon, so I've been watching the drafts when I have the chance. There's also a new spy movie coming out in theaters that Jay told me about. It sounds really good, so we should see it together after you move in."

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Iris went to argue on that fact but knew better than to dispute the money thing with Cas and she just hoped he didn't think she was taking him for granted with it all. It seemed silly, but perhaps there was a little pride involved for her too in the back of her mind knowing that she had always had to work so hard for it. "Well, I suppose the chef did make some great food back at the palace, I can't really say no." Smiling to herself as she tried to perk up a bit knowing she probably didn't have much time with Cas and his impromptu visit.

It was easy to follow his instructions and it seemed that Cas was keen to get the food sorted and for them both to eat, a part of her wondered if he just wanted to see with his own eyes that she would eat something. It didn't seem like a hard task and should be natural for her everyday to want to eat, but the motivation had been the problem. Relaxing in the seat she found herself glad he had come round, even if at first it hadn't been a great interaction, she was glad to now be talking to him and voice some of her concerns even if it wouldn't be for long.

Switching the channel to something easy to watch in the background whilst she waited for Cas with the plates of food, nerves in her stomach now the silence had settled whilst waiting. Once he had returned with food in hand the idle chit chat was on a lighter note which was great to her as she didn't want to revisit the upsetting thoughts. It took a little while, but Iris finally started to eat, although it was slower, she still managed to eat most of the meal he had sourced for her. Thankfully it didn't taste awful considering it had been left and she wondered what to do with the old food that was piled up in the kitchen. It seemed like a problem for another day though.

It was clear whilst eating that Iris was excited at the idea on going to the cinema in person together, being out in the public like it was normal was something that seemed impossible. Now he was voicing it as if he'd already removed her warrant, it was hard to stop her eyes lighting up at the possibility, even if she'd not be here to see it through. For once it was nice to picture it, enjoy the time with him.

Time started to fly by now Iris was enjoying herself and it wasn't long until her plate was clear, and her stomach was full of the food. It was bittersweet in a way because she knew she'd be sneaking off away without telling him, but at the time she couldn't deny the visit had been somewhat enjoyable even with the ideas of future plans to see movies together. Maybe Ethan would change his mind about the threat?

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The rest of the hour passed more relaxingly than the start of it. For a little while, Caspian could almost pretend like there was nothing wrong between him and Iris, and he clutched at the feeling possessively as they ate and talked together in front of the TV. He'd missed spending time with Iris so much that actually being with her again was like relief from withdrawal, and it renewed his determination to make sure she could come to the palace with him as soon as possible. He just hoped the warden would help him figure out how to legally undo the decrees his father had made before he'd died.

By the time he had to leave the hotel suite, knowing that they had to part again stung. He walked with her to the door and wrapped her in a tight embrace, savoring the few minutes he had left before he would make the drive back to the palace. The only thing that made it easier was knowing that there was a chance he wouldn't have to wait weeks to see her again the next time.

"Take care of yourself until I come back, okay?" he said, his voice slightly muffled by her long hair while he buried his face against the crook of her neck. After a few more seconds, he pulled away just enough to press a kiss to her lips and then stepped back to put a little distance between them. "I love you, and I'll be back as soon as I can," he managed a halfhearted smile. "Call me, please? I'll let you know how the talk with the warden goes today… Cross your fingers he's able to help me figure things out."

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Tailing his king to the edge of the city was by far the riskiest thing Jacob had done in all of his career. He knew it was within the realm of Caspian's authority to have him fired for going behind his back, but his instinct told him he was doing the right thing. The fledgling monarch was hiding something from him and the rest of the security team, and that was simply too dangerous to be ignored. He needed to be able to make sure that the country's leader wasn't putting himself in danger with any reckless activities.

So, he drove all the way out to the Sunset Veil and parked in the lot. Caspian's car was nowhere to be seen, but Jacob knew about the underground parking garage beneath the resort, so he didn't bother looking for the vehicle in front of the building. Instead, he headed inside and approached the front desk, flashing his ID and requesting to speak privately with the highest ranking manager on site that day. He was going to get answers whether the king wanted him to or not.


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Age: Twenties
Short Bio: Originally born somewhere in Haiti as "Tallulah Black", Vivienne was born to a poor English mother, before she was abducted by slave traders, and forced into servitude under a retired-pirate named Albinus. After countless suffering, Vivienne finally shot him in self-defense, and escaped to New Providence, where she became a very intelligent con-artist, posing as a tavern prostitute, and stealing high-valued items from its customers. Eventually becoming a full-time buccaneer, hiring a crew that consisted John Silver as quartermaster, Vivienne went on many conquests and cunning crusades on her ship "Red Rose" to collect many different treasures and artifacts, becoming the first notorious female pirate to ever arise in the Caribbean. Since the discovery of Salazar's treasure, her personality started to change for the worst.

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Name: John Silver
Age: Late Twenties
Short Bio: Also known as 'Long' John Silver, due to his claim of having a "long memory", charming con-man John is a walking-mystery to all. With a past most-unknown, and skills rivaling that of Vivienne Black, he originally insinuated himself into the crew of Captain James Flint, after their attack on a merchant ship John was upon. While visiting the brothel, John receives an offer he just couldn't refuse, after he found himself seduced by the 'beauty-of-the-sea': He willingly dived into opportunities, after becoming quartermaster to the crew of Vivienne's Black 'Red Rose'. Some speculate that it's just about looking out for number one, but others speculate that bonds and ties may have made him a bit too staunch...especially when it involves the Lord's daughter.

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At first, both of her captors ignored her; one of them letting go of her, and walking towards the prison cell. "Well, well, well", he mused, having to chuckle at the irony. "Look at what we have here. If it isn't Vivienne Black. Excuse me, Captain Vivienne Black", it was as if he was mocking, or being skeptical of her, finding her position in life to be rather pitiful; pathetic. If only he knew about the about of success the said-woman had achieved. "What's ye interest in the lass?", he, once again, mocked; the other pirate chuckling with him, though his grip on Abigail's arm did not loosen. Just as the girl was about to reach for the medallion, he tightened his grip, before stopping her with a backhand to her face, and yanking the chain off her neck. It dug into her skin slightly, before giving in, breaking. The other pirate, who approached the imprisoned woman, had his smile fade. "Want the gold piece for ye' self?"

Vivienne's own smile faded, as soon as intruder did. Just a frown, once she noticed, and heard, the sound of a slap coming from behind him. Did the girl's new captor just hit her? The pirate lass' gaze only stared at the tall, masculine, and nearly beefy visitor before her; the bars of her cell separating herself and them, the faint smile making itself known again. "My interest?", the brunette asked him rhetorically. "That girl?", she gestured to the direction where Abigail was held. "The gold?", she narrowed her eyes at him. It was like a up-close encounter with this guy. She then suddenly snatched the front of his shirt, and pulled; so fast and strong, his face hit the steel bars between them. "Watch yourself. You tell Captain Low we'll see him soon", she warned him menacingly before finally letting her grip fall from his shirt.

The pirate scowled and brushed himself off. "Yeah", he laughed, but there was also a slight hint of intimidation. Not for the crew, but for him personally. His Captain was one of the best around. But, that didn't mean, personally, he was free. A pirate made many stops, and if someone was out to get you, they could do it away from your crew. He brushed it aside, trying to convince himself that the woman was just in that state of madness, like any other captain, who would sail for too long. "You ain't goin' anywhere but the gallows", he replied, pretending to tip a hat. "Pleasant dreams. Give me regards to Davy Jones", he laughed and turned away. "We got ourselves quite a lady here. Should be interesting. You'll enjoy our Cap'n. He's always been wantin' a bit of sport", that wicked smirk was back, before they pulled Abigail towards the stairs, along with the gold coin.

Vivienne narrowed her eyes once again, before that smile of hers made itself known. But once she made a final glance at Abigail, it made her lose the act of carelessness. Captain Ned Low now had the New World's most expensive of riches; not to mention a person of an even higher class upon his vessel. She needed to get to that coin before Low attempts to sell it for something twice as valuable. But first things first, she needed to find a way out of this bloody cell. It was going to be nearly dawn, and the longer she sat in there, Vivienne was up to the point of passing out in sleep upon the floor.

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The slap was hard and nothing held back. Cheek burning, Abigail blinked back tears. He slapped her. Without thought, without so much of a reply. Her confidence wavered a bit. Now, this was what a pirate was. Not the romanticized version she and Elizabeth had fantasized about. No, this was the dark, dangerous kind that she had been warned about. The type that had no issues hitting a woman, let alone hurting her. Her heart rate picked up slightly and Abigail felt fear. She had never felt the intensity before. But then again, she never had the need to. Even when she had almost died she hadn't felt this kind of fear. But then again, that had happened quickly. And there was something about the fear of drowning - which was intense - and the terror knowing that you were held by men who would do unspeakable things to you and then kill you. And if they didn't kill you, the horrors done might as well be death.

Still, she did her best to at least look strong. Face slightly pale, her neck hurt where the necklace had been ripped off, she kept her posture. She didn't speak but she did her best to mentally put as much anger and fire into her eyes as possible. She would not show fear. Not give them the satisfaction that she was terrified. If she was going to be taken, she would do so with dignity and fire. Her chin lifted again, even as the stinging of her cheek was still evident.

"My father will personally ensure your deaths," she said calmly, coldly. "And believe me, it won't be pleasant." Even as they half carried, half dragged her up the stairs, she did her best to remain confident. Despite every step they took was one closer to possible death. The likelihood of getting out of this was slim.

Her gaze drifted over to Vivianne. She couldn't read the expression on the woman's face due to the distance and lighting. Interesting really. She still felt a bit sad for the woman. She was still a prisoner and to be executed. Despite, her own possible future, Abigail still wished she had been able to do something for Vivienne. Though, she couldn't now. And honestly, she really had more to worry about. But...it did help. Thinking of Vivienne saving her life just made her more determined to survive this.

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The two pirates forcibly put Abigail into a rowboat, and began to row out towards the attacking pirate vessel, sitting out in the open. Explosions continued to sound all around them. And for one moment, a shell nearly hit them, as it screamed overhead. One of her captors kept a tight grip upon her arm the entire trip, while his other hand held the pirate coin, also gripped tightly.

Amid the thunder of cannon fire that surrounded the Fancy, stood an imposing, silhouetted figure by the wheel, too far from where Abigail was firstly deployed, but watched the scene nonetheless. A nonchalant, emotionless stare was all he gave, as he just stood there with a sword at his waist. At the mention of his title, this figure strode in a cool-minded manner towards the stairs, his boots thumping against the wood. A cloud of cannon smoke obscured him for a moment, but as soon as he made it to the deck, his full presence became known: wearing the darkest of colors, but nothing imposing; just a simple dark t-shirt, a dark jacket, and a pair of dark pants, along with the heavy boots that left an echo in the wood at every step, his hair was short, medium-brown, wavy, and just above his shoulders, with a stubble that perfectly angled his lower jaw.

The real element was his scarred, pale right-eye; he was possibly half-blind, with the other appearing perfectly in a normal blue, but he did give off a good penetrating stare with both on his person. He wasn't that tall, being at five-foot eight, nor too strong with an evident slim, athletic physique, which gave off that quality of being easily deceiving. That showed that he was a man you'd fear in a dark alley. The darkness and shadow surrounding the deck proved that right. The right hand resting upon the sword at his waist, armed with a pistol and a dagger, he was before his crew, standing only a few feet away from the newcomer. This was Captain Edward Low, the man behind this nightly massacre.

"Cap'n. Look what we found. She also had this", the pirate finally released her...by pushing her forward, and making her land in a heap at the man's feet, shortly before handing over the coin to him. Low didn't speak a word, he just listened. Listening, and observing the situation; his unconcerned gaze never leaving, even as he was passed the trinket by one of his men. He still didn't speak, just fiddled with the object in his hand, his attention now resting on the girl, who just got deposed of at his feet. It was like he was in a moment of processing the information being passed down to him, while still fiddling with the metal, almost outlining its design.

In just short notice, the captain finally stopped this action, now having his full attention on the girl, to the point of kneeling down to one knee, towering over her. "My apologies, miss", he finally said after a long while, sounding Irish by his accent. The tone wasn't exactly sympathetic, but rather shallow. Casual with monotone. "I confess, they lack manners. Especially with a damsel", it didn't sound deep, but in the normal range of lacking emotion.

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The explosions rocked the town, even as Abigail found herself dragged to a rowboat. She glared at her captors as she did her best to retain her dignity and pride. In the boat she held her head high, keeping the fear of what was to come as well as the fear of getting killed in the raging fight, from her face. She was surprised that the fight was still going on. The pirates must have come fairly prepared though even with the surprise attack they had to be stupid. One didn't attack a British fort with just one ship. Especially one this. Even with the surprise attack, Port Royale was a pretty strong defensive place and as the garrison quickly responded, they would push the pirates out.

Part of this was evident in the town. From where she could see, Abigail noted that the other rowboats were pulling away from the town even as British regulars came down from the garrison slowly regaining control. Shame it had taken them too long. If she survived this, she'd probably have to give them some points on how improving their response time. IF she survived.

The thought brought a chill down her spine. Her best bet was to hope they would ransom her. She was a high valued target and that might convince them to try and ransom her back to her father. Of course, he, in turn, would undoubtedly pay but then hunt them down, wiping every last one of them out. Abigail was no fool. She loved her father and knew he loved her, but her love wasn't completely deaf to the knowledge that he was very strict and one didn't oppose him. She could get away with a few things because she was his only child. And despite being a girl - which usually was a paux for an only child - she knew she just had to smile at him, maybe bat her lashes a little and he'd usually give in. Not that she played that card well. It didn't always work - just once in a while.

Being pulled onto the ship and then tossed at the feet of what was evident to be the captain, Abigail quickly pulled herself up to at least a seated position. Her chin lifted as she stared up coldly at the man. She couldn't hide her surprise at his politeness though it quickly became evident that there was really no emotion behind it. Which in turn made him far more dangerous in some regards.

"I concur, their manners do need to be checked. But I can easily dismiss this," she paused and looked around her before looking back at the captain, "misunderstanding if you kindly provide me a rowboat back to town."

She doubted it would work but if he was going to pretend to be honorable she was going to push him on it.

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The crew chuckled at the girl's audacity. The captain was in control here. No doubt, he'd refuse her, using some political language or such to deny her request. The only response received from the man, being a silent nod to his quartermaster, Meeks, before turning around to walk into his cabin. Mister Meeks didn't say anything, and approached the girl. The face he made wasn't threatening, but rather pity. In other ways, he was impressed by her courage, and only a few have believed that Meeks was actually one of the more sympathetic on the crew. Unlike most, he was also one of the few recruits who felt that they were being driven by a madman. He's seen what the captain can do, and in truth, he may be a cowardly quartermaster, but he continued to follow him nonetheless.

The last time someone tried to depose Captain Low, didn't end very well, and the last thing he wanted to do, was an attempt to cross him. Even though he had good judgement, he was reluctant to even use it, due to the fact that Ned had a few loyal men at his disposal. Gripping her upper arm, and gesturing her to stand, he non-forcibly led her towards the captain's cabin; the stares, and a few light chuckles from the fellow crew lingering behind them.

Opening the door, the quarters of Low were decent; not as rich. But by the lack of maps and books, shows that this man is almost seemingly an amateur to this life, or had just recently stole the ship an amount of time before arriving in Port Royal. The captain himself was sitting in that wooden chair, a few feet from the door, in front of a decent-size desk that almost looked more like a wooden table...along with an all-too-familiar Commodore hat sitting on it, along with an all-too-familiar dress in one of the chairs. Ned just happened to notice the entrance of Mister Meeks and his prize; blue eyes neutrally watching her, his quartermaster sat the girl in a wooden chair, that was at a good distance across from Ned.

"For a lovely lady, I'm impressed", his nonchalant Irish-English voice responded, having no emotion in it, as usual. "For you, to be found as treasure, you're the ticket for trade", he raised the hand that was sitting on the desk, and the golden medallion hung on the chain, showing it on display for Abigail.


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Gender: Male

Appearance:
Age: 15

Hometown: Dracotia Village (But is currently traveling.)

Starter/Partner:
Greed

Ability: Levitate
Type: Ghost/Poison
Moveset: Psychic,Hypnosis,Dream Eater,Shadow Ball
Other Pokemon:
Skyline

Ability: Inner Focus
Type: Dragon/Flying
Moveset: Fly,Fire Punch,Dragon Pulse,Hyper Beam
Betrayed

Ability: Intimidate
Type: Dark
Moveset: Poison Fang,Ice Fang,Thunder Fang,Foul Play
Titan

Ability: Guts
Type: Bug/Fighting
Moveset: Take Down,Pin Missile,Megahorn,Aerial Ace
Personality: Very eager to fight and also to play, loves getting into mischief and playing practical jokes. Usually on adults, with his pokemon. (who are all very similar to him.) He's very social and friendly enough toward anyone else his age though sometimes he speaks very sarcastically. But is quite scornful and cold toward other adults. He is very impulsive in most of his decisions and highly emotional, ready to laugh out loud when he is enjoying himself and scream when he is upset. He can be quite aggressive in his words and his actions often times not thinking things though. Often encouraged by his gengar, who speaks telepathically to him. He doesn't consider anything he does as wrong, just seeing it is having his harmless fun. Doesn't bully anyone younger than him. He often stands up for anyone he sees getting bullied and has a sense of justice, highly against pokemon thieves like Royal Skies.

Goal: His only real goal is to have his fun, in any way he sees fit.

Keystone: Mega Charm (carries it around in jacket pocket.)

Legendary Guardian: No (I guess not.)

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Pent Shinon the Lucario, Aenir the Froslass, Jill the Skarmory
[Route 701 - Pokémon Center]

Keldeo@Light Lord
At the callout, Pent's face turned a deep shade of red. Despite the clearly joking tone, the Kalosian still felt bad for staring. "....My most sincere apologies, I'm usually not quite that rude..." With his gaze falling back to the unique Pokémon, the man continued, "...A Shaymin? How very fascinating. I've heard of it before, but I unfortunately know very little. You're partners, though? How wonderful. Are those other Pokémon yours as well?"

Shinon had been observing the Shaymin too. He had never seen nor heard of it before, though he knew it was unlike any other Pokémon. It emanated a powerful, courageous aura.

The Lucario's focus changed when the two Trainers mentioned him. A smile crossed Pent's features as he responded for his partner, "Oh...? Well you're both more than welcome to come over and say hello. And your... chat?" Noting that Brent had finished eating, he continued, "Certainly. Would you like to ah... sit over here? There's certainly room. If not, we'll be done soon." With those words said, he continued eating.

After sitting quietly, Shinon spoke up to the other Trainers' Pokémon. <Shaymin... you've just recently met the girl, then?>

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Keldeo@Ninian
Devon
[Route 701 Pokémon Center]

Devon was quietly poking at his tray of pancakes as Pent conversed with the other table, the teen looked over at the two younger Trainers for a few seconds before he gasped. The fork nosily dropping of his hand and clanging against his plate. His brown eyes locked on the Mythical Pokémon that was with the newcomers. "Whoa! No way! It IS a Shaymin! That's the Pokémon that brought all the flowers to Floaroma Town! How did you guys FIND one of them!?"

The now curious teen added on to Pent's offer of a seat at their table, and pointed to the empty bench across from himself with a grin. "Defiantly man! I've never seen a Shaymin for real before! And, you both got Professor Elm's starters over there too. Chikorita and Cyndaquil. You both from Johto? What's your names?"

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Xavier
While the breeze of the wind grew stronger and colder, Xavier shivered as it blew past. Still standing around waiting for the other trainer to make his introductions he curiously looked up briefly seeing Greed, who looked rather furious about something. Whatever it was Greed was clearly on edge, as unbeknownst to him, Greed was going a little crazy. Having a sudden extreme impulses having the ghost equivalent of a migraine from just floating there. As he refused to wait any longer quickly mentally speaking to Xavier.

<"We need to go now! You need some rest."> Greed demanded with some clear impatience coming through his tone. Xavier also understood how much they've both been through, knowing he was just trying to be protective, starting to rub the back of his head and started fast walking away the other trainers. "I apologize but my Gengar is getting restless, he wants me to go to sleep, so I got to get going. Was nice to meet you." Xavier calling out to them both responding quickly, trying to catch up with Greed who already started to leave. Without any more interruptions, they both had finally arrived to their cozy little room and not a moment too soon.

Xavier immediately went next to the bed not even bothering to remove his wrist bands or his skull jacket, despite the fact the room was quite warm inside. Practically swan diving into bed, getting quite intimately antiquated to the bed sheets, wrapping himself like a mummy, his head face deep into his pillow. Xavier was concerned about how Greed was, wondering if something was wrong. "Greed are-" Xavier spoke through the covers before getting cut off. "I'm fine, Xavier. I'm sorry for the trouble I've cause you, please get some rest." Greed stated as calmly as possible. Xavier left it go and closed his eyes. Greed only waited a few minutes which was all it took before Xavier finally went to sleep listening to his breathing and heart rate. Greed wasted no time taking one of the pokeballs out of Xavier's bag and going incorporeal including the pokeball and going through the rooms window.

Greed releases Skyline who stretches out its arms and wings for a moment looking around for Xavier in confusion, seeing only Greed standing there looking like he was about to kill something. <"What's the deal? What happened to you?"> Skyline questioned. <"He doesn't need to know what happened in the museum or what happened to Xavier, or he'd probably just hunt down and kill the man that did it. Not that I'm not considering that myself quite frankly."> Greed thought to himself. Skyline stared at Greed waiting for a response, swishing his tail from left to right. <"Look I want someone to fight! Just fight with me somewhere that I can blow off some steam, I feel like something is drilling through my skull!"> Greed replied rather aggressive sounding in tone. Skyline let out a slight sigh, figuring he wanted a little fresh air anyway and just nodded in reply grabbing his ball and flying outside far out of the city, Greed following right by his side as Skyline headed for a sprawling empty grassy field, he remember seeing trainers practicing and battling here on their way to Vertigo City, but it had been abandoned since it was so late at night even wild pokemon were probably asleep by now.

<"How about right here..."> Skyline asked. <"That's fine, hurry up and get to the other side you have ten seconds before I begin."> Greed warned as Skyline wasn't sure exactly what got him so uptight but he decided to just play along and let him play around for a couple of minutes as he flew casually over to the other side of the field turning around. Greed grew a twisted grin as his eyes began to glow holding his hand up glowing with an ominous red aura. <"Time's up!"> Greed stated as Skyline was caught into Greed's Psychic, hurling Skyline into the ground with incredible speed and strength, as Skyline collided at full force into the field, causing the earth the rumble and crack beneath him, as he was continuing to send him deeper into the ground, the dirt instantly clouding up the area around where he landed. Skyline started to growl standing up from the hole he was in charging a quick yet powerful Hyper Beam sending it at straight Greed, it casually swung its arm using Psychic to deflect in into the ground causing a small explosion. Skyline flew up straight at him at full speed charging another Hyper Beam, Greed quickly head backward as Skyline tried to approach, Greed created one Shadow Ball after another, tossing them with terminal velocity at Skyline like they were in a battle to the death, Skyline with wings outstretched barrel rolling through the sky, precisely dodging the several Shadow Balls, unleashing another blast out of it's maw.

<"Damn you Greed!"> Skyline roared out as Greed continued to grin which only angered Skyline, he was completely caught off guard with how serious he was behaving in this fight. Skyline wasn't going to go easy on him, if he was going to act this recklessly. Greed quickly yet seemingly completely unnerved side strafed the Hyper Beam blasting through the sky right past him. Greed without any hesitation started pulling several trees nearby that were some off the only ones next the field they were currently fighting in, completely out of their roots, out of the ground and up in the air, sending them right at Skyline about to collide straight into the tree being swung at him in midair. Skyline growled and fire punched through the tree as it split in half and fell on the ground. <"You can't do that, you're going to far!> Skyline warned concerned he that they were destroying public property and that Xavier would get into trouble. Catching the next two trees thrown at him, as quickly descending to shove them back into the ground. <"Something's wrong...did he go berserk again? I need to find a way to calm him down."> Skyline thought to himself only remembering the he was wasting his energy knowing Hyper Beam wouldn't even be effective against him even if he landed one. Thinking carefully of a strategy before quickly leaping away from the several Shadow balls that were hurled at him, starting to fly back up at Greed who had around a dozen Shadow Balls. All surrounding him and circling and slowly rotating around him like he was a sun, his eyes glowing a fiery red still glowing. Skyline inhaled as he shot at him like a bullet.

Greed still smiling almost looking relaxed, but still he felt his head ringing loudly. Fighting back sending one Shadow Ball after another, as Skyline rigorously sways through the skies, with an intense glare staying focused avoiding, countering the Shadow Ball's with Fire Punch's getting closer to catching up with Greed who had exhausted all his Shadow Ball's, realizing this he started to head backward again but it was too late. Skyline got close enough to kiss Greed opening his mouth with a Dragon Pulse, it lands directly in front of Greed unable to get away. Taking the full attack seemingly effective, following it up with a barrage of fire punches before he could effectively counter not allowing him to get any space, smacking him down into the ground as it appeared that he had finally calmed down as he was on the ground standing in one spot no longer getting back up.

Skyline landed on the ground beside him starting to take some quick breathes in and out as he was growing a little tired from all the fighting and how intense it was. It was the most serious he had fought in quite a while. Skyline looked at Greed who was just looking down at the ground. <"Have you gotten it all out of your system? You were getting a little too violent for my preference, but let's call it a night and head back shall we?"> Skyline questioned looking at Greed who was staying silent, waiting for him to respond. Greed immediately shot a malevolent glare at Skyline as to him Skyline looked like the man who had put his hands on Xavier. Skyline, without warning felt a tense grip against his neck with nearly crushing force as he was slammed hard on his back while being held down by his neck as Greed floated slightly above him with a hateful look across his face. Skyline couldn't move, and he couldn't break free finding it hard to breathe. <"Dammit..."> Skyline cursed struggling as he reached out for Greed with a pleading look. As Greed suddenly snapped out of his psychotic break.

Imagining the last time someone was giving him that pleading look, it was several years ago. Looking down to see who he was actually hurting in reality, Greed immediately stopped as Skyline started to breathe in relief. As Greed looked extremely guilt ridden as Skyline was just glad it was finally over still laying down. <"Can you get my ball please and maybe take me to the center..."> Skyline replied as Greed nodded and grabbed the ball and gently set it down. <"I-I'm so-sorry."> Greed stuttered out sounding like he was the one that was choked.  <"You're forgiven. You're my friend I know you didn't mean it."> Skyline stated, as Greed reacted surprise with his words. Knowing Skyline was very quick to forgive others for their transgressions but he was speechless how grateful he was to have such a friend. As Skyline returned himself to his pokeball. Greed took it and rushed to the pokecenter and went over to the Nurse Joy that took the pokeball from him. She just smiled pleasantly at him and healed the pokeball and handed it back to Greed, who left just as quickly as he arrived, back to the room Xavier was still in. Happy to see that he was still sound asleep. Quietly placing the pokeball back with the others, looking at Xavier with a smile.

<"Sleep well, Xavier."> Greed whispered to himself quietly deciding for once it would be best for him to go back inside his pokeball doing so and staying there for the rest of the night.

Time passes...

It was finally another morning. Xavier's eyes opened some as he untangled himself from the sheets, feeling much better than last night. Well rested letting out big a yawn, he sat upward and looked around. Looking outside the window seeing the sun shining out wondering what time it was and where Greed was seeing he wasn't the room. "Greed?" Xavier called out though only answered by silence, rubbing his head some and got himself out of bed.


[System]
Appearance: Frowning upon you

Age: 15

Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.

Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.

Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.

Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.

Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma

Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.

Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).

Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability:

[User]
Elora got Sigma's message, and activated a couple of the anti-grav projectors, resulting in Rilus slightly floating, before she then launched out of the hangar and into the ruins. Immeidately upon hitting the green fields and formations of stone she activated the Combat Analyzer, and scanned the entire area. A three-dimensional map formed in a corner of the HUD, complemented by three green dots and 7 red dots.
"Uploading map," she reported to the private channel. She heard some kind of grunting from Serah's side, and noticed that she already went to engage what looked like Ian's Framewerk.

"W-Wait!" Elora exclaimed, and activated her jet booster, sending Rilus careening through the air. She soon found the two of them scuffling. She closed in to engagement distance of both Ian and Serah, and launched a multitude of small discs from Rilus' back.
"Activating Data Drones. Initiating scan of enemy unit." She made the routine announcements just like she has trained , but she was strained in saying them, not prepared for a change in plans as quick as this. Still, she made good use of the time Serah was distracting the other Frame, and Rilus and the Data Drones scanned the unit, the drones buzzing around it like a swarm of insects found a fresh kill.

Having got enough data, Elora hit the command, and confirmed to Sigma: "Target spotted." At that moment, if Sigma didn't delete the link from Comet, her weapon should have immediately moved its firing line straight to the enemy unit.

[Assistant]
Ian couldn't keep the smile off his face throughout the entire engagement, it was just so much fun. This is so much better than regular combat drills, man we need to do this more often. Ian had barely been able to defend himself from Serah swing, the blade busting through his quickly made shields and carving into Anubis' side. It wasn't a deep cut, but it wasn't shallow either. Still, he'd be able to fight just fine regardless.

When Serah sent her sickles of energy at him, Ian retaliated by firing three charged bolts at each one, the higher damage able ti effectively neautralized the attacks, before he placed his weapons together to form the weapon that he and Anubis were most skilled in using, the Naginata, the blade of energy bearing a srrange red hue, rather than the normal silver coloring of both the spearhead and sword blades. Ian had set the change in motion when he threw the weapon, setting it to change on a pre-set timer of a minute, about how long their exchange had lasted.

"That was a nice warm-up for the both if us, huh Serah," Ian spoke through the Framewerk's outer speaker, allowing for the younger pilot to hear his words. As he spoke, Anubis got into a low stance, weapon at the ready. "How about we play for keeps this time, with a little bargain on the side. Winner of this personal bout gets to make the other do 3 things, and they must do so without complaint. These things, of course, can not be something harmful or malicious in nature. If you agree, than say 'Aye', okay." The second he finished, Ian shot forward with another Kinetic charge, though he'd had less time to prepare this one, so it wasn't as quick as the others he'd pulled off, but still pretty fast. However, as he launched himself forward, he'd feel one of Anubis' thruster's get hit.

That was actually putting it mildly, the Thruster was decimated, the sot tearing through the blade and leaving only a shattered edge and a floating piece of scrap metal in it's place.

A sniper, huh, good shot but you're going to have to do better than that to throw me off

Ian from continued on his present course of action as the other Thrusters easily pushed him forward towards his target, the one that was hit being instantly discarded. The loss of the blade would lessen his overall maneuverability more than his speed, though it did mean he couldn't make any more charges with them after this. He couldn't afford to lose another one, or else his overall battle performance ould drop immensely and he'd be done.

[i]Looks like I was right, how exciting, fighting 3 on one." Ian laughed as he continued onward, though he'd punched some numbers and set the scanners on high, making it so that if another shot was fired at him, it would automatically disengage from the target to avoid fire. Given the low energy emission varient of what hit him, however, he'd likely get grazed by the next shot that hit him, given how he wouldn't notice it until it was too late. Hopefully he'd be able to survive that if it came to pass. He also took note of Elora watching the scene with her drones. He'd go after her next after he funished with Serah, not wanting to have the excitable young pilot send another sickle at him while his bavk was turned.

 He'd begin the assault with a passing slash, taking advantage if his superior range, as well as the fact that he could place more power into his attacks as he aimed low for a leg. He'd then turn around sharply with the use of the Shroud to engage with Serah again. This time, the advantage was on his side, as he swung the Naginata wildly around him while still keeping a distance from his opponent. He'd randomly throw in a thrust or jab when appropriate in an attempt to throw his foe off and cause her to reveal more openings, as well as blocking or parrying any of her attacks with the resilient shaft of the Rod.

Throughout this exchange, if any of his hits landed, a flow of red energy woukd flow into the Framewerk. While it would go unnoticed at first, as the fight prolonged, Serah would notice that her weapon system's would begin to weaken and malfunction, as well as the pause between her and Atty's actions begin to grow at a slow,,but steady rate. This was the work of Anubis' Distrubtion energy, which was blocking and jamming up internal communication's and software with in the Framewerk. And the more times that Atty took a hit, the eorse it would become.

[User] "Tch... His mech can take a beating." Serah let out over the intercom of STRAWBERRY, before opening up a private chat with Ian. "Sure! But not here. This isn't a fair 1x1, let's have a private sparring match later!" Serah excitedly spurted out, leaving the call and going back to STRAWBERRY as soon as Ian came in close for the attack. The cheapshot hit for her leg did indeed hit, the message 'LEFT FEET THRUSTER 1 & LEFT KNEE THRUSTER 1 OFFLINE' flashed on her screen. Grr-! This was going to put off her piloting ability so much. She was able to block the second swing with the hilt of Atty's blade though, but repeated jabs to her core did manage to hit... It didn't take long for Serah to realise he was trying to disconnect her from her Framewerk, and as soon as she got a parry in she'd try to stab Ian's framewerk's chest region. The lag started being noticable though, so an Improv strat came to mind. Using her one remaining wing offensivly, it detached itself and tried to ram into Ian's neck, then pinning him down... This had to hit... Come on...

[Assistant]
Elora was excited at the fact her scanning wasn't interrupted, and she made a cute little cheer once she was finished. She now had complete data of Ian's Framewerk, including all of his weak points and movement trajectories with an accuracy rate of 75%. She transmitted this data to both Serah and Sigma. "I got the data on him. You should now see green circles on his weak points, along with vector arrows pointing at his next predicted direction." This, coupled with complete battlefield awareness gave the three of them a considerable advantage over Ian.

Now that the drones were done scanning, it was time for them to reveal their biting side. Elora made a little smirk. "Activating Firing Mode."
The drone now stopped humming, and instead erected their turrets and started firing on Ian with lasers. They were weak shots, comparable to insect bites on a human, but if that didn't distract someone nothing will.

Elora informed through the private channel: "I'm coming to help, Serah." She then joined in on the assault herself, and began shooting at Ian with her ABR, targeting his weak points. She did remember him mentioning his Frame's specs, and decided to act on it, before it was too late for Serah. The ABR had low armor-piercing qualities, but against a low-defense unit with their weak points exposed it was sure to hurt.

[User]
Ian knew he was finished the moment Elora started firing at him. The only reason for a data collector to stop collecting data was if she had gotten all she need. With this in mind, Ian decided that if he was going down, he was going to take Serah down with him. He managed to parry her swing, though her use of wing caught him off guard, but he didn't stop pressing on. The wing dug into Anubis' neck as he pushed through with a roar, pushing as much energy as he could into his next move, a full on thrust into Atty's shoulder while the weapin shifted into his spear form, the amount of energy in the strike being enough to overwhelm the Framewerk's weakened systems and cause all combat systems to shut down, rendering her immobile and defeated to shut down . . . if he managed to hit her. After the strike, the Mech would come crashing down onto it's knees before falling over, suffering heavily from Elora's well placed shots. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Ian opened up a chat between both himself and all of those involved, deciding that congratulations are in order for Serah and her teammates.

"Now that was fun, seriously, and yeah, a private match would be excellent. But seriously, your guy's teamwork was amazing, top marks for all of you. Now go out there and beat the fuck out of everyone else, show that slimey doctor the proper way to run a team. As for me, I'll just stay in Anubis and wait for the match to end. Ciao!" Ian then reached inti a corner if the cockpit to oull out his own music player, before he began jamming out to his tunes, keeping on unplugged incase somethung important was announced.

Ian vs Team Strawberry:

Strawberry wins
Fatality

[Assistant]
Great! The wing nailed them. Now all the younger pilot had to do was kick off and have Sigma fire and it's... Wait, what is Ian doing? Serah quickly realised he was about to put all that kinetic energy into a final blow, something that would SURELY render her permanently offline were it to hit! Thinking quick she aimed the right thrust on Anubis' chest, letting out a faint "sorry". The other wing he used as a shield moved in to intercept the attack while all thrusters quickly were set to max. Anubis' attack managed to completely SHATTER her last line of protection, but it slowed down the attack enough to just graze the foot of Atty, the rest of the mech being out of range...

'ERROR. ERROR. ALL THRUSTERS OFFLINE. ERROR. ERROR.' Great, Serah turned into a sitting duck. "Sigma! Elore! I'm stuck, can't move! I'll need to reboot my Mech's movement systems and repair damages manually! Cover me!" After shouting that through the intercom Serah turned off all call logs and started furiously hammering the controls, then moving farther inside of her mech to repair any damage she couls.

[User]
"Hm" Sera somberly expressed her annoyance upon seeing the shot not being as effective as she initially thought. Still Serah and Ian were locked in that battle, and Sigma was just busy reloading the rifle, while taking notice of all the datafeed Elora was giving. Ian was fighting an uphill battle. And cornered soldiers were prone to last att...Hell no! Sigma braced herself, seeing how Ian was for a final bout focusing on all offense. She grimaced, starting her Jetpack. "DAMN!" She let out a slight course through the intercomm. One of her team was down, but then the communication came.

"Don't worry, Serah. You earned the cake. Elora, cover us and follow us." She added, as the power of the jetpack thruster roared, giving a distinctive signature, before being propelled at space-travel speeds towards Serah, grabbing the frame in the process and then speeding towards the ruins. "It's a good think this frame has options for salvage and rescue operations."