[System]
Super Name: "The Entity" or just "Entity"

Appearance: Nobody knows exactly what he looks like. He has usually changed something about himself, and while not vain, he likes to appear different often. However his hair is usually brown, eyes are usually green, and he hovers around 6' and 250 pounds.

Powers/Skills:
-Shapeshifting: The ability to transform his body and parts of his body into other things, including animals, lengthened or thickened versions of himself and his limbs, changing his face, changing height, changing weight, changing skin and hair color, elasticity, rigidity, and can become/take on the properties of many inanimate objects. Can shift into small things like rats, birds, snakes, and cats, but insects are still too difficult. Non-passive, but he has sleep-shifted before.
-Molecule Manipulation: Limited to his own molecules. Can passively hold himself together and it keeps his body from being torn apart during shifting.
-Minor Density Shifting: Can make himself harder by moving molecules closer, lessening gaps and increasing defense. Non-passive.
-Minor Self-Healing Ability: This is not a passive ability. Entity must will his molecules to knit back together, taking anywhere from minutes to hours depending on the seriousness of the injury and his energy and mass levels.
-Disguise: Being able to change all of his physical features lets Wayne becomes characters with different voices and use disguises from time to time. He hasn't always used this for good however, often pranking people or sometimes flat out stealing. Never anything major though.

Equipment: Usually just a utility belt with pouches of food, water, and vitamin and energy pills. He normally just wears the bare minimum for clothes, otherwise his shifts would cost him a fortune in clothing. So he sticks to: sweat pants, sandals, tank tops, slip on shoes, and once just his boxers. He has the ability to shift his appearance so it looks like he is wearing clothes, but he still feels naked.

Weaknesses: All his powers take focus and a bit of energy. He also cannot use more mass than he actually has within his own body. He can bolster the mass of his body by eating, drinking, and gaining more weight. His molecular control usually breaks down food much much faster than normal people, allowing him to utilize the mass in a matter of seconds. Shifting into smaller things also causes cramps. Cannot shift into guns, bikes, vehicles, or any complex machines/things with many moving parts, however he can become swords, blades, hammers, arrows, etc. In addition, electric shocks disrupt his shifting, extreme cold makes his shifts harder to maintain unless what he shifts into has resistance to cold, he doesn't really have resistance to psychic attacks, he needs to eat semi-often, has to be wary of over-stretching his form beyond his maximum mass, and he has been known to be a little hotheaded.

Origin Story: Currently 22. Born a mutant. Power's revealed themselves at 15, so he's had a while to practice on his own in secret. Never really gave too much thought to the hero side of it. But now here he is. He grew up in rural Nebraska before his parents moved out to Boston for better work opportunities.
Also his sister was very allergic to corn... He finished high school and completed his general education in college, but took a break to figure out what he really wants. This has proven to be more difficult than he originally thought, and has been unemployed for close to six months. He doesn't worry about money, however, letting his powers provide him with food and shelter.

[User]
So, another government agency wanting to use Light for something or something, at least this time it didn't involve knives! Being stuck in a tangle of piano wire, then transported to this place wasn't the most pleasant thing ever, but it could've been worse. Once she was free, she took a look around and saw some other people. She could just escape through one of her holes, but honestly she was more curious to see what was going on. "Well buddy, I'm game for whatever this is. But if you get out the knives or the needles without my consent, I'm out."

Walking a bit forward, she made her presence known to everyone, making sure to wave at everyone. "Hiya everyone, that was fun, wasn't it?"

[Assistant]
A light slowly filtered through his eyelids to rouse him or maybe someone elicited some other stimulation to bring Jimmy back to consciousness. He was beginning to wake up but was not quite with it. He slowly became aware of being in a cage. There was something peculiar about the cage, its bars laced with copper wires and the presence of conductors, transistors and transformers. The cage was in a sense a Faraday Cage which prevented him from teleporting out of this current location. 'Whoever took me knows about my teleportation ability,' Jimmy thought to himself as consciousness rapidly returned to him. He became aware of a menacing headache throbbing across his forehead. Touching the bars in an attempt to check the strength of the bars, he caught a zap of electricity which prevented any future touching. 'Looks like I am stuck here for a while,' Jimmy looked around his prison. It was the back of a van. Even if he did get out of the cage, he did not know what could possibly be outside the van. He looked out the windows to see if anyone was around. He could not see people immediately, but he did ascertain he was in some sort of a parking garage which included several high-end performance cars, armored fighting vehicles, an assortment of normal looking cars parked in a traditional fashion as you would find in any parking lot in the world and a variety of rotary wing aircraft.

The presence of helicopters and armored personnel carriers struck him as odd, but that didn't answer the question plaguing his pained mind. "What the fuck, did you get yourself into, Jimmy?" he whispered to himself. Fortunately, for the Asian man also known as Iron Monkey, he didn't have long to wait to find the answer.

Within a half hour, the doors to the navy-blue van he was held captive in, were pulled open. The electricity charging his Faraday cage was turned off and the door to the cage opened allowing him access to the outside. Curiosity was slowly getting the better of him. He was annoyed that someone took him against his will, but if someone went through all this effort to get him here, he may as well hear him out. He slowly slid out of the cage and van standing in front of an African American man who could have been close to his own age. Jimmy considered jumping out of the garage into some known city in the world he had visited, but again his curiosity suggested he remain. The longer he stood there, it seemed his headache slowly dissipated. He also noticed others who had been captured and brought here to this parking garage waiting to hear what the man had to say.

"Recruits!" The black man shouted at him and the others, "Welcome to THE DEFIANCE PROJECT!"

Jimmy stood there looking confused at the man. He looked left and he looked right. He had never heard of such a thing. "What the fuck is the Defiance Project and where the hell am I?" Jimmy muttered almost inaudibly to his host. "And who the hell are these people," he asked motioning to the others in the garage with him. "And who are you?"

[User]
The car ride had seemed longer than it actually was. Perhaps it had been the awkward silence between her and 'Suits' in the back seat that made it as such, or her anticipation of what more was to come. Alexanda was looking but not exactly seeing as she stared out the window for the majority of the trip, her mind on the project she had agreed to be involved in. This was how she had not noticed when the car came to a stop in an indoor vehicle bay. She took a glance at Suits, expecting him to confirm that it was where they were to alight. She was able to get a good look all around after stepping out of the car, her eyes widening slightly in astonishment as she did so.

The car she had arrived in was in a row with several other vehicles, each one opening to reveal a different individual. What puzzled and somewhat disturbed her was that all of them were restrained in one way or another. From what they were saying, it looked as if she was the only one who had not been brought to this place against her will. The restraints could also mean that all the others were dangerous. She turned to Suits, expressing her confusion at the entire situation. What kind of people would he be expecting her to work with?

She then instinctively tensed up, her fists glowing bright blue with psychic energy as the others were suddenly released from their restraints, in case any of them should lash out. To her relief, that did not happen, but they continued to verbally express their confusion and displeasure. She had been trying to shut them out, when one of the men in charge called out to them, mentioning the 'Defiance Project'.

"Uh... thank you," was all she said in reply. "So, how do we address you then?"

[Assistant]
The Director glanced down subtly at the spit that had nearly landed on his boots. He was not phased by the obscenities echoing around the hangar from Wayne's mouth yet he took a mental note to keep an eye on this one. He may prove harder to control than initially expected.
As light stepped forward the guards behind King backpedalled and raised their weapons, obvious discomfort in their eyes.

"I am Director King!" He shouted confidently over the Profanity. "Some of you know who we are, some of you do not! I cannot tell you where you are, but I can tell you why you are here." He paused and Wayne finally quietened. "Alexandra Connolly, Jimmy Wu, Darla Winters, Wayne Geary, Light. For the past year we have been following your lives, your every move. Each one of you has a gift and I would see it put to use. Crime is on a rise, it has been for years now, but the police can no longer keep up. Twenty years ago my predecessor assembled the first team, five years ago the people you see before you were recruited. And now it is time for a new generation to step up and protect the world." He stopped and after a brief silence said, "You must have a lot of questions. Ask, and maybe you will get answers."

[User] "Excuse me Mr. King," Jimmy sputtered out. Someone quickly corrected him, the African man should be addressed as Director King. "Pardon me, Director King. What exactly is The Defiance Project? Should I assume you expect us to be some sort of super hero to protect the world? Is that what we are talking about?" A sly smile creased Jimmy's lips. "What gift are you talking about?" Jimmy had always kept his abilities secret. No one knew him by his alias, Iron Monkey. He never shared that secret with anyone. 'There is no way this Director King knows about my special abilities,' Jimmy thought to himself. "If what you say is true about us, how could you possibly know anything? I can't speak for my other hostages here, but I for one don't have any gift. I might be slightly good at hand to hand combat, but that is about it. Anyone who pays attention to UFC, might know that."

[Assistant]
Wayne finally stopped cursing long enough to listen to the other "recruits" respond to the big reveal. This "Director King" guy seemed pretty confident that they would all just line up and follow orders. He groaned. He could start to feel how hungry he was. How many hours had it been since he had been taken? And being put on ice didn't help either.

With the drop in temperature, he was finally able to focus his finger into a lockpick, and he easily opened his restraints and stepped out of the big ice truck. Immediately some of the agents pointed their weapons at him. He brushed some frost off of himself and rubbed his hands together, acting confident and unphased by the men who were armed and ready to out him down.

Looking around the hangar, he noticed helicopters and a few military vehicles. Obviously it was no joke, and they had some real funding. "So why haven't we ever heard of this project?" He asked Director King directly.

[User]
Alexanda listened as 'Director King' spoke, finding the part about being in a super-powered crime-fighting team a repeat of what Suits had mentioned back in her apartment. It was nice of King to give them a little bit of history on their organization, however. When he offered to answer any questions, a couple of the... hostages? immediately spoke up, making inquiries that confirmed that they had not been briefed about the situation like she had, as if the rest of them being brought to this place in restraints was not confirmation enough. The director did mention names, but which name belonged to who was still a mystery.

She found herself hiding a smirk as one of them - a middle-aged man, attempted to put on an act about not having a 'gift'. Considering the circumstances, she knew he was hiding something, whatever it was. I've tried that with them before, Sir. Trust me, they know... The younger man, who appeared to be a shapeshifter of sorts, seemed like the most aggressive one, though, he eventually managed to compose himself and speak to King in a civilized manner. The blue fish-like girl, who was definitely the most intriguing of the lot, looked the happiest to be here.

Alexanda then decided to be the next one to ask a question. "So how often would we be meeting like this? Because, you know, civilian life is kind of important too."

[Assistant]
Light couldn't really figure why so many people here were so angry at this 'director king' guy. Don't they realize what was happening? Maybe she'd have to give them a run down. "Why are so many of you so grumpy?" Light said, showing a toothy smile. She zipped around to each person while saying. "This is the GOVERNMENT and a GOVERNMENT program where they're going to use us as super soldiers! You know what that means? Benefits! Lots and lots of benefits!" She said, jumping for joy when she said benefits right in front of Mr. 'I have no superpowers' guy. "And the fact that the toon lady has to point this out to you means you all need to study up on your tropes." she said, ending in front of the shapeshifter guy.

"Speaking of benefits. Where is the food? Be nice if we all bonded over some catering." Light said, stopping next to red head girl, pulling her close and giving her a one arm hug when she said bonding.

[User]
At the mention of civilian life, Wayne frowned. That wasn't much of a life for him. However, his mood immediately improved at the mention of benefits, and he actually cracked a smile when the word "food" came out of the toon's mouth. "Hey, a hot meal sounds like heaven right now. Anything to warm me up. I feel like a damn popsicle."

He stretched his neck over to Director King, his head about a foot away. "Come on, where's the kitchen? You look like they feed you well." He said, jokingly reaching out to pat King on his stomach.


[System]
Role:
Mutant/prisoner

Abilities (if mutant):
Without the substance, Kjolmar could manipulate reality with his mind (sort of like the Jean Grey Phoenix in X-men).
While under the influence of the substance, his abilities are limited to a weak version of telekinesis and telepathy, both asking a lot of energy for minimal results.

Personality and/or background:
Kjolmar used to have a light-hearted personality and loved to have fun in general. He did not actively participate in the Mutant war but because his abilities were registered, the government labelled him as a potential threat and he was sent to Thornhall. During his time there, his smile almost disappeared as a result of aggressive cellmates, corrupted guards and the lack of freedom. If it wasn't for Felix, the only true friend he made in there, he would've given up hope.

Appearance (picture preferred):

[User]
Sleeping had become a luxury since he got locked up in Thornhall. Every morning, Kjolmar woke from the footsteps entering the hall. Experience taught him to be on his guard at all times. The bruises reminded him of the one time he didn't wake up on time. The saddest part was that he realized he couldn't even report the corrupted guards. Mutants no longer received equal rights as 'normal' humans since the war started.

As the footsteps approached, Kjolmar sat up straight in his bed. When they stopped at his cell, he closed his eyes for one second as all hope got drained that they were just passing through. "B-5, come with us." one of them said. They always with two guards. Kjolmar wasn't sure why, since all prisoners were constantly drugged anyway. Perhaps they didn't want to risk any abilities gettign through or something like that.

Kjolmar walked up to the front of the cell. "I didn't do anything." he tried as a last resort. One of the guard zapped him with a taser. "We didn't ask for your opinion, B-5." One should think you'd get used to the feeling of getting tasered but it made Kjolmar feel ill every single time. Kjolmar grabbed the bars in front of him in order not to fall to the floor from the pain. The bars started to bend a little, most likely a result from his suppressed powers. "Hey, cut it out." one of the guards said. The other one started to walk to the next cell. "Maybe we should take that one first."

Panic filled Kjolmar's eyes. He couldn't let them take Felix, he didn't even know what they were planning this time. He had to think fast. "And here I was hoping for a threesome with you guys. Oh well, I'll just imagine it when I give myself a wank later on." It seemed to work, the guards came back to his cell. "Still Mr. wise guy, huh B-5? Let's see who will laugh last." They opened to the cell door but at that exact moment, their walkies buzzed. They were called in by their boss. "It seems to be your lucky day, B-5, enjoy it while you still can." With those words, they left the hall.

Kjolmar threw himself on his bed, recovering from the tasering and relieved he dodged a bullet there.

[Assistant]
Felix had always been a heavy sleeper. He failed to wake up for alarms and bright lights and now his well-being relied on getting up on cue, his body wore the marks of abuse that reflected his inability to rouse himself from slumber. Yet out of necessity his body was adjusting. Today he had awoken has the fluorescent bulb in his otherwise plain cell had flickered on and lay with his eyes shut counting the footsteps down the hallway. His stomach tightened with apprehension as the guards approached and relaxed when they stopped short of his own reinforced door. His relief was quickly replaced by apprehension and he sat up to listen as, his now only friend, B-5 (or 'K' as he was known the Felix) conversed with their keepers.

Felix whispered a "No" in alarm when the guards moved towards his cell instead. He stood, straightened himself out and positioned himself in the middle of his cell as chatter approached. But they never reached him, recalled by some witty remark from K. This time the "No" was louder. He shouldn't sacrifice himself for me. Sure he knows more about me than anyone else in the world, but that's only because we've talked for hours and hours on end. We've never even met. At that point Felix stopped and wondered not for the first time what K actually looked like. Was the Belgian tall? Dark? Hairy? Facially attractive? A static buzz drew him from this repeated reverie.

Then suddenly the noise outside stopped but only the same two pairs of footsteps receded. Felix lay down and savoured the cool touch of the floor on his near naked body. He turned to face the small grill in the wall beside him – the opening to an air duct that also piped to K's room next door. The grill didn't join the two rooms but the piping carried the vibrations from their voices into one another's cells. He heard a small groan and couldn't help but smile. "You really have a kinky thing for tasers don't you?"

[User]
The sound of Felix' voice always made Kjolmar smile, despite their horrible location. He crawled back up and moved towards the air duct. The floor was cold but it didn't matter anymore. "Yeah, it thrills me every day." he joked about the tasers.

It wasn't easy to make a friend in Thornhall, even mutants turned on mutants in here. Kjolmar had imagined at least a thousand different looks when he heard Felix' voice. He'd find out soon, though. The head of staff had decided the inmates should get out of their cells more in order to make themselves useful in the form of mini-jobs. Their injections would be doubled though, to avoid any problems with abilities kicking in. Kjolmar had been designed as the head chef in Thornhall's kitchen.

"Fee?" he asked, a little nervous. "We're still one guy short and I will eat my own toe if they put that Russian guy in my kitchen. Do you happen to cook?" For Kjolmar, the issue wasn't so much about the meals, he just wanted his only friend to be around him.

A grin appeared on his face. "I wish the guards would eat our meals, I'd put some soap in them."

[Assistant]
Micheal was sitting down in the middle of his cell singing the forth movement of Beethoven's ninth symphony,His eyes closes and kept singing to himself imaging the music and his head. As he stood up now waving his hands up and down thinking of the music getting louder in his head,He stopped singing for a moment looking ahead of him walking close to the cell doors.

"Che una bella mattina" He said in Italian glad that he had learned the language that he loved so much form his mafia friends, Leaning his head against the cell door trying to see if he could fit though the hole of the cell since his cell was designed for him to be blank with no windows or vents because he might escape though them.

[User]
Of course he made light about the tasers. Typical K.

He'd head from casual guard evesdropping that some of the more compliant prisoners were going to be granted more freedom in exchange for speciality skills or labour. Whilst he wasn't especially skilled nor physically strong Felix had hoped that his complete lack of trouble making or escape attempts or even rudeness to the guards had made him a candidate. However yesterday he'd been disappointed when one of the friendlier guards informed him that he wasn't on any list. Who needed a Phd wielding geography teacher when you wanted manual labour? Not for the first time since he'd been incarcerated he'd merely lay on his cot and cried.

He was still feeling down and a twist of jealousy when Kjolmar's suggestion made his stomach flip, the jealousy he'd felt at his only friend twisting into guilt. If K was serious he could actually do something with his life again, make a difference. Ok it was making slop but still… He'd finally meet his neighbour after many a daydream.

Felix ignored K's soap joke and got serious, "Are you kidding about the kitchen job? Because I was camp cook on expeditions so can hold my own, but I swear to god if you're pulling my leg I will freeze your balls off. Literally." He couldn't help but smile at the end and hoped his tone hadn't given his facial expression away.

[Assistant]
"Hahaha!" Kjolmar laughed out loud, a rather rare sound within the Thornhall cells. "Leg-pulling and ball-freezing in one sentence. If I didn't know any better, I'd think my humor is contagious." His tone changed back to a more serious one. Thornhall seemed to have that effect on them. "Honestly Fee, the last cook could barely pour cereals in a bowl. Or so the gossip goes at least."

Later that day, Thornhall Kitchen

Kjolmar felt nervous while he waited for Felix. They had talked so much and opened up to each other without ever seeing each other's face. Would it be weird? What appearance were they expecting from the other?

Suddenly he noticed another inmate. The only one he had seen before, by coincidence. Nathan Jonathan Bates. Kjolmar despised that guy. Not only was Nathan rumored to be a hardcore killer, his religious views could be called extreme. "Why are you in my kitchen, Bates?" Kjolmar hissed and looked at the nearby guards as if they should escort him out or something. They gave him an arrogant look. "Lower your voice, B-5. Don't forget you are an inmate too, not the Queen of England."

Before the scene could get out of hand, Kjolmar heard two more guards approach behind them. One of them said to the guards who were already present "Here is the last one, Felix Belleville." Kjolmar turned around and stood face to face with Felix.


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Bio: Terry has always been your average kid for most of his life. He never really stood out except for his odd habit of punching bullies for some reason. He sees it as his job to protect those who cannot protect themselves and he has a mean right hook. However Terry is now the new kid in town since his family moved a month ago. Now he has no idea what is going on around him but is still trying to make a few friends.
Personality/Traits:Friendly, Outgoing, protective of his friends no matter what
Digimon: Fresh: Zerimon In-Training: Gummymon Rookie: Terriermon, Champion: Gargomon Ultimate: Rapidmon Mega MegaGargomon (Biomerge) , DNA (NONE right now)
Digivice:D-Tamer green and white

[User]
It was after school and Derrick was busy fiddling with his computer playing a computer game about the middle ages. It was a bare basics strategy game and while many kids his age hated anything that didn't let them shoot someone in the face with a gun he likes the more enjoyable and slower paced games his father had shown to him. He was happy, content, and blissfully unaware of anything wrong with the world around him. Derrick was beating his AI opponent who couldn't do anything to hold back his waves upon waves of enemies storming it's gates forcing their way into their base. Victory was his that was a matter of fact. Derrick's lips turned into a gleeful smile as the gates collapsed and vaporized into digital dust as him men started to storm the per-verbal castle! Oh yeah I got'em!" Derrick said snickering to himself as suddenly the computer in front of him turned black. Derrick's smile turned into a frustrated frown and he growled rubbing his head. "Oh come on how many times do I need to beat this dang level!? This is the third time this week the electricity cut me off!" grumbled Derrick as he smacked the side of the computer.

"Whatever piece of junk...Wonder what we got to eat?" Derrick thought as he got up and left the computer and then walked over to the fridge. He opened it up and got out the orange juice and took out a glass from the cabinet and took a long chug of the orange juice. It felt AMAZING after not having drunk anything for about three hours of non stop video gaming. "Man I hate doing homework...Well better get...what the?" Derrick said in shock as suddenly there was a flash of light from the inside of his room and he ran back down the hall into it. He didn't think he left a flash light or anything on. It wasn't even night yet for god's sake! However when he entered the room he found his computer was back on and there was a dark grey device sitting on his desk. He'd never seen the thing before in his life so why was it in his room? Burglar? Cautiously Derrick entered his room and went to his desk and looked at his computer. "Well first off what's wrong with you?" he asked it as he tapped the side of the machine. However what forced him to fall off his chair was a sudden voice. "Your Destiny has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of the Device." the voice said as he looked around in a hurry. "HUH WHAT? WHO-WHERE-HOW? IF YOU'RE A BURGLAR SHOW YOURSELF! I WARN YOU I'M NOT AS PUNY AS I APPEAR!" Derrick shouted in panic as he looked around confused. After a long moment he found no response. "What the heck is going on here? The device..." Derrick said as he grabbed his trust screw driver and poked at the thing and nothing happened. He then poked it another time a bit more forcefully and nothing happened. Not wanting to damage it he then decided he'd best not fiddle with it. Getting out his wrench, cleaning cloth, and his mini flash light and moved over to the device. "Alright then what's your story?" Derrick questioned as he tapped his device with his finger and suddenly it turned black surprised he almost fell out of his chair again only for another flash of light to come out of nowhere and knocked him out cold. What happened next Derrick didn't know.

[Assistant]
"Come on, Momo! You are going to be late for class, AGAIN!" yelled a younger male.

 Momo was in her room, doing her hair before grabbing her bookbag to walk out of her bedroom and down the stairs. She flipped her hair, being the beauty that she was, but it was all messed up when the clutz ran in. Momo tripped on the stairs, falling facefirst. "Hahahaha!" the younger male pointed while Momo was on the ground. Momo, slowly stood up, before chasing the male out of the house. "Yeah! You better run! Or I swear, I was about to get you!" she rolled her eyes, walking out of the house before waving goodbye at the kid, she walked the opposite way of him. Where was she going? To school, nothing big or anything. Just hell, yep, hell.

The sun was shining so much today, the sky was crazy beautiful but what did she have to do all day ? Spend it in school! Doing nothing but learning some crazy things! Ugh. Momo decided to go into the alley, a very scary shortcut but she didn't care. She didn't have any friends or anything, so that was fun right? "Sigh. Why am I going this way?" Momo placed a hand on the back of her head, as a random light, flashed in-front of her. It was too bright that Momo had to look away and cover her face, but the brightness slowly lowered, staring at a device floating... with a following voice...

"Your Destiny has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of the Device."

Save... our world? What did that voice mean by that? Momo wasn't just going to walk away.... should she? Nah! It's better than being at school and besides, saving the world? Yeah! People should know who Momo is... television, magazines... all, she could see it all! The super heroine, Momo!

Cheering and yelling Momo's name, would be heard inside of her head.

Momo had a bright smile, but quickly snapped back into reality. She extended both of her hand, touching the device.. and..!

WOOSH!

The girl was transported into a different world.. it wasn't Earth. Where was she? Momo blacked out....

[User]
"Wake up Young Miss!" A woman's course voice called out. "You have school and you need to walk today!" Annaliese's bedroom door slammed open revealing a woman in a maid's outfit. "Wake up, or you'll miss eating breakfast. Your parents are out so the other girls and I decided to put something together for you.

Annaliese had been up for an hour, but did little more than lay around in bed bored as can be. The news of her parents being out was, at the least, uplifting. She struggled out of bed replying, "Mmkay. I'll be down in a minute." After putting her clothes on and doing her morning hygiene routine, Anna made it downstairs to her breakfast with the maids. They finished and Anna left quickly enough. It was a tiring morning so far, but Anna felt herself waking up. "Guess it's another day for school." It was a fairly uneventful day making it into the lunch period with little to nothing happening. Lunch Period was fairly peaceful until the end. Anna was walking back to her classroom from the lunchroom when a voice sounded out to her.

"Your Destiny has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of the Device."

Shocked, the girl practically jumpped up and looked around to see where it originated from. No one else was there. "W-who's there!?" She replied. Nothing returned the message. Turning forward finally, she saw a device just floating in front of her. "Take hold of the device it said. . . Is this. . ." She dropped off as she held it. The random floating device flashed and Anna started to lose her vision. "What the hec--" She managed to mutter before falling over, fainted.

[Assistant]
It was just after sundown at the Levian Computer Store in Downtown Tokyo, and I was just finishing up fixing a Stubborn Computer with a fried graphics card. After putting in a replacement, I hooked it up to a monitor and it started up perfectly fine.
Looks Like Toruya Does it Again... *Yawn*.
I Head for the Front Door, Turning the Open/Close Sign to Closed, and Locking the Door. After that, I begin turning out all the lights. I usually sleep here through the night to get a majority of the work done for the next day, it keeps the customers flowing and the business on schedule, and both my parents and boss are completely fine with it. I finally work my way to the back and turn out the final lights and lock the back door when I hear a voice in the other room.
Your Destiny Has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of This Device.
I Grab a Pipe From the Back and Walk Into the Front Cautiously. We've Had Burglars in the past, and this was no surprise for me. What Surprised me however, was the lack of the Burglar. I Looked Through the Whole Place, But Found No One. I Turn back to the Desk I Had Been Working on the Computer At.
Now That Was Wierd, I Swear I Heard a Voice... Wanted me to Grab Something to Save Their World...
I Stop, and Look at the Computer on the Desk. It is Glowing Brightly, and Something is Casting a Shadow On the Wall, Looks Like Some Kind of Handheld Game or Cell Phone. I Walk Over and Find an Uncolored Device Floating in Mid Air. Against My Better Judgement, I Grab the Device. It Suddenly Turns Orange, and the Light Becomes Super Bright. Before I Know What Happens next, I Black Out.

The Light Has Disipated, and the Computer is Back to the Normal Home Screen. Only One Thing... I Am Not There Anymore, But I Don't Know That Yet, But I Will Soon.

[User]
It was an early evening, and as usual Nonna was in the gym, running her fencing practice. The last week has been positively negative - she got a bad grade on her history exam, a truck splashed her on the way to school next day, ruining her clothes and making her attend school in them on top, and then her tooth started aching and she had to see a dentist. All in all, she was in very real need of chopping up some training dummies. A bell rang from the entrance and the Russian girl looked over to see a very English butler standing in the door with a cup of steaming tea. "Your tea is ready milady. The master also requires your presence in his study in 30 minutes. Shall I prepare a bath for you?"

Sighing, Nonna shook her head. "Zenk you, Alfred. Zat won't be nessessary. I vill take a shower." the girl answered, her accent thick enough to be cut by a knife. Sheating the sword to the scabbard that hung around her waist, she walked over to the servant to snatch the tea off of the tray he was holding for her.

Only she didn't quite reach it. Nonna thought her eyes were playing her as for a fraction of a second the gym was filled with bright light. As her hand kept moving towards the teacup, she noticed a strange, old looking phone jsut appearing in her way. An ominous voice begun to say something:

"Your destiny has arri-"

She didn't hear more, as that was the point where her still going hand bumped into the strange looking phone. And the world ended, or so it seemed, vanishing into a disorienting swirl of colors and black.

As soon as the seizure inducer shut down and reoriented itself back into somewhat worldly shape, Nonna's stomach violently refused to comply with whatever just happened and promptly emptied itself of the lunch. Groaning, the Russian looked around. Where in the world was she?

Patting her side, she was somewhat relieved the sword was still there. She would have loved to ditch the training outfit though - and to her the rest of what the voice was saying. Her mind was getting hazy, and she only hoped that nothing bad would happen to her as darkness claimed her, landing her on the ground out cold.

[Assistant]
It was a beautiful day in New York City. The sun was shining and all was good in the world. It was as if nothing could go wrong in the whole wide world and that was great. It seemed that nothing really could go wrong. That was made worse by the fact that Terry was stuck inside cleaning the bakery as usual. His parents had told him that he needed to contribute and this was the best way that he knew how.

He looked around the shop as he eyes landed on the computer by the cash register. It seemed to turn on all by itself. As if that was not scary enough, he sworre that he heard it talk.

Your Destiny Has Arrived. Will You Help Save Our World? If So, Take Hold of This Device.

Terry looked at the computer and a device that seemed to be inside it. Against his better judgement, he reached forth to grab it. As he did, it suddenly turned green and white. THen there was only blackness. A siren of a distant police car is the only sound in the now empty bakery. Terry is gone.


[System]
Themes:* Aiden's Battle Theme
Nickname:Cross, The Prince of Frost, The True Dragon Slayer

Age:19

Gender:Male

Guild: Viper Bolt

Rank:Mage

Personality:He is what one might call an recluse, preferring his own company to that of other, with the exception of Chrome, but that is because she can feed him lots of ice. He is can be a bit rough around the edges, and doesn't really get things like lying, tact, and keeping your opinion to himself. As such, he is not someone who you should befriend if you get easily offended. He does, however, know when he goes to far with his honesty and will do his utmost to apologize for it when he does. His guild mark is on his left shoulder.

*update* Aiden has become a bit more serious ever since the events of greed island, the knowledge and memories he received from Hydrologia as well as the events themselves making him a lot more mature than before, though he is still prone to pick at people with a teasing grin. He has also began to show a bit more of his inferiority complex, an effect of his dragon side beginning to take him over, as well as his icy temper, which can be set off quite quickly if someone knows where to push.

History:Aiden was always different from other children, his eyes and hair were colorless, he is pupils piercing the souls of all who stared into their strange depths, and his anger something that even the toughest of men felt unease around. The reason for this is because dragon's blood ran through his veins. Why? Because his mother, part of a once powerful mage family that has since fallen from grace, had tried to turn her child into a dragon when he was a babe, so as to revitalize the family's former glory by having a dragon in their control. It only half worked, making him half dragon, with no element and no dramatic increase in power. Only a slightly stronger body, and scale like makings ringing his face and covering his fore arms.

Aiden's family saw him as a failure, casting him out of the family home in the cold, unforgiving mountains that surrounded the estate. Aiden, a child of only 5 years, druddged through the cold, trying his best to find some form of sanctuary. He would have died if he hadn't fallen down a hidden crevice in the mountain. It was a long fall, but he had a lot of nice soft rocks to slow his descent, his durable body allowing him to survive the numerous impacts. Barely conscious, the last thing that Aiden saw before he fainted was a giant Ice blue eye, one that reflect his own and in more ways in one. 'So lonely' he whispered on his last conscious breathed, 'why must we always be so lonely'.

When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of a shallow pool of freezing cold water, feeling better than he had ever been before. Getting up, he turned to see a large dragon, with horns and scales the that seemed to be made of solid ice. It was huge, filling up the enormous cavern with ease. The dragon, known as Chronos, told Aiden that he had saved the boy's life, and he expected the boy to repay the favor by seeing to it that the dragon died a noble death in battle, for he was old and fading quickly, not long for this world, at least as far as a dragon is concerned, and he wanted to go about in a blaze of glory and combat. And Aiden, happy to be of use to anybody, heartily agreed. And so it was that for thirteen years he trained with Chronos, learning the Rare Ice dragon slayer magic from the ancient beast. When he turned 19, it was decided that the dragon had nothing else to teach him, and that it was time. The battle that raged as a fierce pine, but in the end, Aiden one that hollow victory and laid his Master, and father, to rest. After that he wandered the land, taking down rogue mages that got in his way and learning, or at least tried, to live in the world of humans. He joined Viper Bolt when he found Chrome on a mission and had proceeded to follow her to the guild hall once he saw she could summon ice, an Element that was rather hard to find in the majority of Fiore.

Magic:Weiss(Water+Ice) Dragon Slayer Magic and Maker magic infused with Dragon slayer magic.

Ice Make: Fallen Grace: A spell that fuses both Dragon slayer and Make magic together, it grants all of the user's Ice make constructs with an aura of intense cold, which helps it resist heat and can cause numbing and freezing of the target's body on impact, depending on the amount of magic put in to it.

Fluid Ice make: Adding an element of water to dynamic contracts, giving them a greater range of motion and flexibility.

Guardians: Comes in variants of Assault, Trap, and Protector as well as normal. Assault have a good balance of armor and offensive capabilities, usually bearing weapons of some kind. Trap is the fastest variant, as it's job is to get in close to the enemy, before unleashing it's payload in the form of either explosions or restraints. Protectors is the slowest, but most durable, bearing many layers of ice, they are employed when something needs guarding, like a fallen team mate or a VIP.

True Dragonslayer Mode: Aiden can call upon his dragon blood to give himself a buff to his abilities, making him a good deal stronger than before and allowing him to fly.

Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Roar

Water Dragon's Roar: Pressure

Water Dragon's step

Ice make: Dragonic Ascension: Weiss Dragon's Twin Phoenix strike

Weiss Dragon's Blizzarding Roar:

Weis Dragon's Freezing Pulse:

Weiss Dragon's Freezing Roar:

Water Dragon's Whirling Deverish:

Water Dragon's Trap Sphere

Weiss Dragon's Trap Sphere

Weiss Dragon's Blizzarding Typhoon

Other:He bears an increased affinity with Dragonic magics, so he is able to more efficiently use and manipulate dragon-slayer magic than any other dragon slayer, due to his dragonic blood. Also bears an extreme resistance to ice and cold based magics.Has no real Martial Arts style yet, just a novice in that regard as he only started when he joined Vyper Bolt. Gets Easily attached to any somewhat friendly female due to his lack of any type of caring motherly figure in his life.

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Aiden Cross

Aiden looked up as he saw that the games where starting and he was up first. With a sharp grin of confidence plastered on his face, he turned to Marduk.

"I'll be back soon enough, so why don't you talk it over with Xavier a bit." He left with a small wave before he walked into the arena, his eyes quickly analyzing his opponent. He'd done some research a few days before on the other guilds and their possible contenders. The man before him was an S-class ice mage, and seemed to have recently learned a new magic type, though the specifications of this 'Black Ice' where not yet well-known, so caution was to be advised. As he stepped up, the Guardians that he'd had restrain Gwen released their charge and followed Aiden into the coming battle.

When the competition was announced and the Snitch Metalite was thrown into the air, neither competitor wasted anytime on going for the silver ball. While Kuroko took a more direct approach, Aiden put his mind to work on a near fool-proof way to win this match. "Fluid Ice Make: Dragonic Ascension!"

Calling out his signature attack, Aiden summoned 6 of his ice birds to fly towards the sphere. Meanwhile, his Guardians took the offensive, one grabbing the other and throwing them into the way of Kuroko's black hand. On contact, the construct would liquefy and condense before exploding outward with some force. Maybe not enough to break the hand, but enough to slow it's ascent and damage it. The other guardian took this opprotunity to charge at the S-class mage in an attempt to latch onto him. If successful, it would transform into a large ball of freezing water, trapping the mage if onky for a moment.

Whether the Guardian succeded or not, Aiden would still continue his assault as a blue magic circle appeared underneath his feet. "Water Dragon's Battering Ram!" The circle would explode with a surge of pressurized water, launching him forward at high speed towards his foe. If Kuroko took the hit, he'd be sent flying acrosd the stadium, but if he tried to block it, the Metalite would almost certainly be Aiden's to capture. Divide his attention between multiple threats and conquer the match as he tries to respond to all of them. Looks like your Black Ice won't be able to help you in this competition, my fellow ice mage.

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Kuroku Nagasai

So your trying to make a diversion, huh? Kuroku thinks in his mind as he analyzes the situation, Not bad.

He knew the black hand of his will not reach the Metallite in time and he will cause great embarrassment to himself if he takes the hit, not to mention slowing him down. However, he already had a counter planned.

"Ice Make: Decoy!"

At the last possible second, Kuroku creates an icy model of himself, shattering into a million bits, and creates a huge cloud of snow dust that would restrict the opponent's view for only a few feet. However, just as it shattered, Kuroku made a large backflip over the Water Beam. As he flips, Kuroku makes another attack to shatter the 6 Ice Birds that would've gotten to the Metallite.

"B.I: Make - Lance!"

And with that he forms 6 individual lances, that would shatter the birds to pieces. Right after that he forms three more lances that head straight towards Aiden with lightning fast speed.

But I came prepared. he finishes his thought right after firing the lances.

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Aiden Cross

Aiden clicked his teeth as he passed under Kuroko, canecling the magic as he dissappeared into the ice cloud. As the lances hurtled towards him, he muttered his spell in a low voice before unleashing a stream of pressurized water burstimg from the cloud and spinning around in a tight circle. The high pressure stream cut through the lances with ease, and would do a number on Kuroko if it hit him. Once the attack was ended, however, the water from it began to quickly evaporate, ciating the area in a semi-thick mist.

Unknown to the audience, Aiden had used the water body spell to turn merge himself with the water droplets in the air, allowing him to stealthily move around in it. As such, he quickly made his way to Kuroko, where he seemed to come out of the mist above him as he charged up another attack. As he came down on the Lunar wolf, Aiden's leg was wreathed in a vicious looking twister made of freezing winds and razor sharp shards of Ice.

"Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Step!" He shiuted right as he was about to make contact. Just before he did however, the tornado condensed itself before exploding outward, sending a gale force wind cannon hurtling at Kuroko at near poiny blank and sending Aiden rocketing towards the Metallite, hands outstretched and grin on his face. He still kept an eye out, however, to see if Kuroko would form a counter in time to stop him.

[Assistant]
Kuroku Nagasai

The stream of pressurized water broke through Kuroku's lance like nothing as they dissolved away. However, it would just barely miss the Winter Spirit by a feet. It was a pretty close call. He lands on his feet as he looks around for his opponent. He sensed a trick involved and was ready to pounce away if need be. Suddenly, he senses Aiden behind him, wanting to unleash a devastating tornado-like attack at him at point blank. Kuroku knew it... yet also came prepared. He then whispers his move.

"B.I: Make - Homing Missile!"

As the tornado explodes upon him, it would perhaps give a false sense of security for around 2 seconds, until suddenly, out from the cloud, a black, icy missile comes rushing right at Aiden, covering the distance in a mere 3 seconds. This should be just enough time to grab the Dragon Slayer and hurdle the both of them right back at the ground. In addition, Kuroku also blocked Aiden's way to the Metallite as they would pummel back down to the ground.

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Aiden was glad he hadn't let himself get too cocky, orelse he wouldn't have been able to react in time to Kuroko's counter attack. As the Lunar mage came his way, he charged up a spell and held it as he was grabbed, then slammed into the ground. Since he was prepared for the attack, if ever so slightly, he didn't suffer any injuries, but his head was a bit fuzzy from the rough landing. Asnhe tried to recover, he unleashed the spell he had been about to use before he got slammed into the ground.

"Weiss Dragon's Trap Sphere!" he called out as he attempted to catch him and Kuroko, though he was a bit slow at doing it since his head was still spinning.

[Assistant]
Kuroku Nagasai

Just after landing hard on the ground, he planned to jump right off his rival. It was a good thing he considered that too, because Aiden was going to trap the both of them! As soon as he heard the word "trap", he just barely was able to roll off him before the attack could be sprung. He quickly rolled for 5 times until finally be able to recover into a standing position.

Clever boy. he thinks to himself as he cracks his neck.

Now his head was spinning a bit, but manages to quickly shake it off and run towards the Metallite, with Dark Ice Magic aura flowing from his hands. Now it was his chance to win the round!

He leaps up into the air with all of his might, looking back to see if Aiden was planning a sneak attack. Yet it appeared that he didn't and as a result he snatched the Metallite right from the sky and landing with a silent thump. Kuroku brushes off his robe and flips his hair.

"All too easy." he simply says as he holds up the Metallite for all to see.

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Aiden cursed as he saw his trap fail, but before he could try anything else, Kuroko had gotten the sphere. To make things worse, as the Lunar Wolf mage came down, he had an air of arrogance to him and his words that really pissed Aiden off. For a second, he felt his instincts take hold, oushing him to show this cur his place before a dragon, but he squashed the thoughts and feelings deep fown inside of himself. He'd gotten too cocky, and had paid the price. This was only a small delay, and he'd be sure to redeem himself next time he got up. He wouldn't lose so pitifully again.

Swallowing his anger and pride, Aiden got up and walked over to the mage with his hand out in greeting. "Good Match, Kuroko-san." He seemed polite enough, but their was a bitnof a strain to his voice and if Kuroko took his hand, he'd feel Aiden's grip tighten to a slightly painful degree. While he was mostly graceful in defeat, Aiden didn't like to lose.


[System]
"Observe, analyse, solve. Every problem has a solution and every situation is a problem from the right perspective."

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Nicknames: N/A

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Origin: Sunyshore City

Appearance: 6' 1" | 131lbs

Personality: Meticulous and careful in everything he does, Tobias is someone who likes to take his time with things and think through a course of action. He doesn't like to even make a start at something unless he has all of the steps thought out ahead of time, so that he can complete things thoroughly and on the first try. This gives him a high rate of success in the things he tries but at the same time he has a problem with over-planning above and beyond what is needed.

Despite his outwardly calm appearance he is someone who is driven to do his best and can be surprisingly stubborn and passionate about things. While this spurs him on to give his best effort he can sometimes become fixated on a goal of it is something he is having difficulty with; as such he is someone who at times has difficulty letting things go.

In interactions with others he is best described as reserved and cool; he is not outwardly emotive or expressive which makes it hard for people to tell what he is feeling most of the time. At the same time his manner of speaking sometimes comes across as short or abrupt, even rude, but this is not to say he is unkind or uncaring; he just doesn't often show his kinder side to those he has just met.

Short Biography: The son of an engineer and a teacher, an only child, Tobias grew up in the coastal city of Sunyshore. His parents were often busy with their respective professions, either working long hours or bringing their work home with them respectively, but always made sure that at least one of them was free to spend time with him when he was young. Usually this was his mother, the teacher, who was home more often than her husband even if she sometimes had to work even then; as a result Tobias was closer to her than his father.

Often she would read to him, or teach him things, and as he grew older he would be the one reading or they would read together. She instilled in him a love of books and of learning and even when his parents weren't around he was usually reading by himself rather than playing with children his own age. His father meanwhile, when he was around, taught Tobias how to think; how to rationalise, how to break problems down and solve them piece by piece, how to tackle unknown situations; it might have been different from what most fathers taught their sons, but he gave Tobias an engineer's mind-set to go along with his love of learning.

During Gym Challenge season he would also spend time at the Sunyshore gym, mostly out of a lack of anything else to do and also because like any kid he had an interest in Pokémon. He didn't have any aspirations of becoming a Pokémon trainer at this point but he enjoyed the spectacle of the battles and he enjoyed cheering for his hometown's gym leader all the same. However over time he started watching the battles more closely, paying attention to the strategies involved more than the showiness of it all; he began to notice things. Each trainer had their own way of doing things, their own approach and their own plan; some succeeded and others didn't, some were too weak and others strong enough, some he could see adapt and adjust their plans when things went wrong and others he saw stick to their plans and fail.

Pokémon battles were a lot more complicated than he had first thought. They were a complex and dynamic puzzle as much as they were a test of strength, probably more so.

From the moment of this realisation onwards Tobias was set on becoming a trainer. He couldn't even say why exactly, but it was like a fire had been lit under him and it was something that he had to do. At age fifteen he obtained his first Pokémon, a Magnemite given to him by his father, and he began training in earnest. At age seventeen he approached the Sunyshore gym leader and asked him for a recommendation.

Pokemon:

Name: Magnemite
Species: Magnemite
Gender: N/A
Ability: Analytic
Personality: Observant, Curious, Passive
Move Set:
Tackle
Supersonic
Thunder Shock

Summary: Someone who believes that everything can be 'solved' given enough time and information, including Pokémon battles.

Other: Enjoys cooking and reading

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Jubilife blazed with light. Music throbbed through the night as people bustled up and down the streets, huddling on street corners and store fonts as they chattered and bickered in excitement. Different scents-- cooked meats, cotton candies, desserts, and miniature firecrackers that children split on the curb, among other things-- mingled together in the air. And in the middle of it all loomed the Jubilife City Stadium illuminated in the brightest lights in all the city. The festivities drew in people from all corners of Sinnoh, and with them came their Pokemon. Jubilife City was at its fullest in a year. Why shouldn't it be? It was the eve of the Gym Challenge. Most, if not all, of the elite trainers of the regions were here, even the champion himself. Just about everyone wanted to get a good look at the twenty fresh heads that were to present themselves as challengers to the elite themselves.

Arthur could hear the music and cheering, even from inside the stadium's lobby. There were some people about, probably other trainers, but he didn't pay them any mind. He rested on one of the plush couches, his eyes focused on the television screens hanging from the ceiling. A woman was on the screen, going on and on about the celebrations in Jubilife and how the ceremony was going to begin soon. Her eyes were bright with excitement, her features carefully painted with bright-colored make-up.

"Everyone is eagerly awaiting the presentation of this year's Gym Challengers! Rumor has it that it's the largest group we've had in half a decade and there are quite a few which might threaten Shiro's title. Then again, we had some pretty strong competitors last year and none of them even made it to the Champion's Cup! There's no telling what's going to happen this time!"

Huh. No telling what would happen this time? There were twenty trainers. As far as he could tell, they were all roughly the same age. And if nineteen couldn't make it to the Champion's Cup, then he would be the only one there to take Shiro's place. There was no other way. Arthur was going to win the Champion's Cup and return home as a Champion.

Chittering from somewhere above him caught his attention. Nero fluttered a few feet above his head, having taken a short lap around the lobby. His eyes were bright with excitement, his fur a little ruffled from the excursion. Had he found other Pokemon to play with for a bit? Arthur honestly didn't notice. His mind had been wandering ever since he set foot in Jubilife. There was just so much going on, it was overwhelming. Much different than how it was back at home. Nero let out a little purr of happiness as he settled on Arthur's lap and tucked his small wings into his body. Arthur reached out a hand, stroking the small creature's head with a delicate pair of fingers. "Did you have fun, Nero?" he asked him, to which the Noibat chirped in response. "Good. Soon, you'll be a big, strong Noivern and you'll be able to fly for much longer," and then, he added in a lower voice than usual, "hopefully before we get to Snowpoint."

Snowpoint. That's all he had to fear. That was going to be his most difficult challenge. Not only would Nero struggle, but he would be fighting his own mother. The person that taught him most of everything that he currently knew. One might even claim the way their Pokemon fought were almost exact copies of one another. Arthur found himself staring into space, his brow furrowed darkly. No, he wasn't going to doubt himself. It was too early to do that. "You want a berry? Here," Arthur asked Nero as he pulled a Pecha Berry from his bag. He handed it to the small Dragon-type as the creature's tiny claws latched onto it and brought it close to his mouth. Arthur just hoped that he could bring himself to have some peace before the ceremony started.

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Ah, this is so refreshing and exciting! Roxxane swayed a bit to the beat of the music that was blaring outside, a large smile across her face as she drew in the cheering from outside the stadium's lobby. She was used to the cheers of a crowd, but something about this environment got her blood pumping as she leaned against one of the chairs, her partner Pele contently sitting and observing the people around them.

Roxxane reached back and gently petted Pele, scratching behind her ears like she recently learned Pele liked. It hadn't been long since she's owned the Houndour, but she was already growing a bit attached to her mentor's final gift. When the woman on the screen began to give a small speech, Roxxane eagerly listened, holding in a small giggle when the lady said nobody made it to the Champion's Cup last year. Talk about amateurs, really. Even if Roxxane wasn't expecting to win and face the champion, she still planned on giving every competitor a run for their money and give Sinnoh a show they'd never forget at the Champion's Cup.

Speaking of competitors, was this really it? She said it was the largest group, but it felt like the stadium's lobby was barely filled! How many people actually get endorsements for this thing? Obviously not a lot, because this was hardly any competition at all, even contests seemed to get more competitors than this gym challenge! With Roxxane somewhat lost in her own thoughts, Pele noticed the Noibat flying above, her growling barely audible in the room, but just loud enough to snap Roxxane out of her downward spiral of thoughts. Thinking Pele to be hungry, Roxxane pulled out a homemade poffin from the batch her mother had made her, offering it to Pele to appease the Houndour. When she noticed the smell of a spicy poffin, Pele eagerly ate it and forgot about the Noibat. Roxxane, however, dwelled for a bit before closing up the poffin case.

"You know Pele, I'll have to have mom make some more when we get back to Hearthhome. Because I know you'll get sick of mine once these run out!"  Pele simply let out a small whimper at the realization that Roxxane's poffins wouldn't be as good as the one she just ate, causing Roxxane to laugh as she reached for her Pokeball.

"Okay okay, back into the Pokeball you go now. I'll bring you back out after the ceremony."  With a gentle tap, Pele was put back into her ball, letting Roxxane focus more on the others in the room.

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Alisa Sokol

Really, she would have preferred to still be out in the streets, dancing and partying the night away. Still, Alisa bobbed her head to the beat that could be heard from within the stadium as she reclined on a couch next to Lanza.

"Sheesh. Kind of sucks we have to be in here instead of out there, huh?" She remarked offhandedly to the Honedge, who only hovered up and down for the moment before giving a "BOOP" sound. "Oh, well." Alisa continued on, her mouth lifting up in a slight grin. "It's what's after tonight that matters, anyways. This's what we've been training for!"

Alisa's attention turned towards the same display a certain Dragon trainer was watching, tilting her head in thought. She did remember following last year's Gym Challenge closely, as she had every year since she was a kid. Sure, that bunch had been spirited, but the last few gyms just filtered them out too well. Ah, well. She, Lanza, and whatever Pokemon they teamed up with along the way would just have to train hard enough that they didn't meet the same fate.

"You hungry, boy? I know there's not much negative emotion around tonight for a Ghost like you to feed off of, but maybe some of the other competitors're nervous enough to count." She glanced back over towards the Honedge, who quietly shook back and forth horizontally, mimeing a 'no' motion. Really, that was the convenient thing about Ghost types. Most fed off some kind of emotion, not needing much in the way of solid food. A good battle would generate enough for Lanza to feed off of, but she supposed they had to behave themselves tonight. Alisa sighed at the thought.

"Man, this sucks that we have to wait around in here..." She whined out loud.

[Assistant]
The televisions around the waiting room droned on and on, the voice of the reporter or presenter loud enough to be audible but not loud enough to completely drown out the noise of music and cheering coming through the walls. If they could hear it even here, inside the arena, then it must be deafening out there in front of the crowds; in fact, he knew it was, having been a part of that crowd enough times at the Sunyshore Gym.

What would that be like to be at the centre of that? How would it feel to battle in front of thousands, with a wall of noise pressing in around you and bright lights making you the centre of attention as cameras recorded your every move? How many challengers over the years had buckled to the pressure, failing due to stage fright rather than a lack of skill?

It was something to consider. Something you didn't think about as a spectator.

Tobias stared at the screen, eyes focused behind his glasses, but he only half listened to the commentary as he concentrated on his own thoughts. Normally he would pay the opening ceremony of the Gym Challenge more attention, he liked to try and guess which challengers would make it the furthest, but it was hard to be excited about it this year when he was going to be a part of it rather than just a spectator. He felt restless, foot not quite tapping as it bounced up and down; not quite anxiousness but not excitement either. If he had to describe it, he felt impatient; the opening ceremony was just the preamble to the real challenge, it was unnecessary, it was a distraction. Frankly it was for the audience, not for them.

That being said, his sponsor would be out there. His parents would be watching at home. Both of these facts gave him the patience to endure the delay. It was only one more night after all.

Beside him a Magnemite hovered, its small form twisting this way and that as it spun around to see as much of the room as possible. Every person and Pokémon in sight caught his interest at one time or another, it's singular eye swivelling in their direction only for it to be immediately distracted by someone or something else as the eye swung away again. "Don't wander too far." The Electric-type, which had been drifting away from its trainer, stopped moving for a second before it started drifting slowly towards something else.

Turning back to the television Tobias left the magnet Pokémon to its own devices for now; he'd only had it for a few weeks now but it has quickly proven itself to be the curious type. Everything, no matter how mundane or even if he had already seen it before, was subject to intense scrutiny' with so many new people and Pokémon around he wouldn't be able to stop it from wandering with anything short of returning it to its Pokeball. As long as it didn't cause any trouble it was fine to let it look around.


[System]
Nathan James Hunter

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Gender: Male

Age: 25

Place of Birth:
Originally from Los Angeles, Nathan has been all over the world. He goes wherever the security firm he works for sends him and he is currently in Buckhead, working as a bodyguard for a wealthy client.

Sexuality:
Nate identifies as heterosexual but he's not entirely against the idea of being in a relationship with a man. He just hasn't found one he's interested in that way.

Relationship Status:
Single but there's no shortage of women in his life. He's just not one for committed relationships.

Occupation:
Bodyguard.

Power:
Self Duplication – Nate can make exact physical copies of himself. These duplicates are aware that they're not real but retain a certain amount of autonomy. They are compelled to follow orders from the original but how they go about this is entirely up to them. Duplicates generally think, act and feel exactly like the original but occasionally one will display a different personality. This is rare however. There's no hive mind between Nate and the duplicates but, when they are reabsorbed, he gains all of their memories and knowledge learned since their creation. Nate can comfortably make up to ten duplicates (although usually only creates three or four) but is capable of making far more. The problem is that after around ten, the duplicates become progressively less intelligent, less reliable and potentially even dangerous. Each duplicate is capable of making another duplicate but the rule of ten still applies. Any more than ten duplicates in the world, regardless of who created them, and they become gradually less intelligent. If a duplicate is ever knocked unconscious or killed, they aren't immediately reabsorbed into the original. Nate has to be within a certain distance to call back his duplicates and the further they travel away, the weaker their empathic connection with the original becomes.

Cost of powers use:
The cost of Nate's powers comes in the form of his slow but gradual decent into insanity. Nate will eventually become less stable as a result of splitting his mind over and over again. Nate redefines split-personality and it's not entirely impossible that one of those rare but distinctive other personalities may take hold of the original.

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Appearance:
With blonde hair, green eyes and a flawless complexion, Nate is a very good looking young man. He stands at about 6ft tall with a body that has been toned by years of military training. His hair is light and when not cropped close to his head, a rare occurrence, it tends to form loose curls. Nate is always clean shaven and well presented. His style of dress tends to be smart casual when not working but when he is working, he usually sports a suit.

Skills:
* Strength and Athleticism - With years of military training, Nate is a very physically capable individual. He is well conditioned and able to run, jump, climb etc. far better than a civilian. He can fight with the best of them and is trained in a number of different styles.
* Mechanics and hacking – Nate has always had an affinity for machines in whatever form they take. He's hardly the most intelligent person ever but he can repair an engine and break into a someone's computer with surprising ease.
* Battlefield medicine – Nate comes from an entire family of doctors so he's learned a thing or two. He put this knowledge to good use in the military where he was a trained field medic. He's no doctor but he knows how to stitch up a wound.
* Piloting - A skill he learned while seeking thrills. He's probably not the safest pilot but he hasn't crashed a plane...yet.

Personality:
Nate, at first glance, seems like the average jock. He can come across as obnoxious and loud. He's not afraid to say what's on his mind and frequently does just that to the point of being rude. But he is surprisingly intelligent and tends to plot and plan just about everything unless he's in the thick of the action in which case he generally goes with his gut. Actually thinking under pressure is not something he does. He just reacts unless he has time to stand back and take things in. He has an alarming tendency to find dangerous situations and he couldn't be more thrilled about that. Nate lives for excitement and adventure and if it doesn't come his way, he'll actively go out and find it. There is generally always a smile (or at least a smirk) plastered on Nate's face, even if he's feeling terrible inside. He's a joker and always has some smart ass comment about everything. Despite his tendency to be an ass, Nate can also be a very caring person to those he considers a friend or, to a lesser extent, those he sees as just generally good people. He doesn't meet a lot of those people though.

History:
Nathan lived a pretty normal and predictable early life. High school football star, homecoming king, relatively decent grades. But then he joined the military and normal and predictable went out the window. His mother, father, brother and sister were all doctors and everyone expected Nathan to follow in their footsteps. Nathan had other ideas. He wanted action and excitement. He got plenty of that. After basic training, Nate found his way into a special operations team where he was the youngest member but he quickly earned a reputation as a capable and talented operative. Nate was sent to multiple parts of the world. Iraq, Afghanistan, Detroit, Somalia. It seemed like everywhere their was danger, Nathan James Hunter would show up. And he loved every minute of it. The excitement, the danger. Living by the skin of your teeth. Nate loved it and then he [REDACTED] and was drummed out of the military.

It was all over.

The excitement, the adventure, the foreign women with the massive bazongas. It was all gone. And Nate was lost. What was he supposed to do now? All that training and living life on the edge. And now there was none of it. Nate spent some time travelling on his own, seeking out adventure. He learned how to fly a plane and how to fall out of that plane without dying. He used his considerable fighting skills as a professional fighter. He even tried his hand at bounty hunting for a time until he fell into his current profession of bodyguard. He literally fell into it. But that's a story for another time.

Joining a security firm, Nate found himself being hired out to various clients to protect them. It was a line of work he proved talented at and he stuck with it longer than anything since leaving the military. Some of the gigs can be boring and there's a lot of charity functions like the one he currently finds himself attending in Buckhead but people don't generally hire bodyguards unless there's at least some threat of danger. And if Nate's around, that danger will probably find him.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

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[User]
There it was. Jennifer's hand reaching out for Vincent to grab it, and yet for a split second there was hesitation. He was afraid of touching her, considering the havoc she had to endure the last time their hands met, but maybe this was different. His powers, or whatever they were, seemed to be in some kind of hibernation and what was replaced was more a calmness of mind. The creatures within weren't restless, trying to break themselves free of their host, nor were the nightmarish visions filling his head with nonsense. For all intends and purposes, he felt normal for the first time in the last couple of days, and for once he had hoped there was an end to all of this madness.

Vin smiled as he took hold of Jennifer's hand, which felt cold to the touch, and he wrapped his hand tighter hoping to take away the chill. He looked over at Nate, who was leading them all into another room, and Vin couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive for allowing their lives to be in this kid's charge. Nate seemed to live his life as though he had an infinite number, and maybe in a way he did, but why did he feel the need to put others in the same line of fire that he unquestionably dives head first into? Michaels words resonated with Vin stronger than he thought they would, and he hoped that the detective was wrong about their mutual acquaintance.

"Really? We're supposed to play dress up now?"

Vincent scoffed at the idea as he held the bundle of clothes that would be used as his disguise, but shrugged, realizing that these were in fact desperate times. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and replaced it with the standard black ATL PD uniform top, which was a terrible fit, and continued on with the remaining clothes.

"Nate, c'mon bro...enough with the handcuffs." He scolded Nate for even entertaining the idea of Jennifer posing as a prostitute. "Give her a break, alright?"

Zero

[Assistant]
"Hmm..." Jennifer grabbed the handcuffs Nate had taken out of the bag, seemingly contemplating his offer before shaking her head. "Nah, I've retired that role. I know, you're heart-broken." She turned away from Nate, giving Vin a quick wink before searching the bag for the gear she'd need to impersonate an officer. She pulled out the only uniform shirt and matching pair of pants left.

"Yeah, this'll be fun..."

Jennifer took off her shoes, but kept the rest of her clothes on as she put the uniform over them. Luckily, everything fit her okay. She buttoned up the shirt and tucked it into her pants before grabbing the pair of black boots. "I've always wondered what it's like having this much power. I guess we'll find out."

Once she was set, Jennifer put her shoes in the bag and zipped it shut.

"Alright, let's see how far we can get before we're caught."

She wasn't being completely serious, but Jennifer knew that this was a very risky move, even for the trio that always managed to get out of a sticky situation.

Zero

[User]
It was hard to say what gave Eli more if a jolt. Eric Miller's shouting or the voice of Christi coming from seemingly no where.  Either way Eli flinched and fell backwards. A slight look of fear crossed his face. If it had been anything else, Eli could have sprang into action but he damned if he wasn't scared right now.

"What the hell man, you scared the shit out of me!" Eli said looking at Eric Miller. "Did you hear Christi? I swear I heard her tell me to let ass hole go." Eli could hear heavy breathing and the sound of something scraping against the save floor. Did she turn invisible? Of that is the case, it wasn't even the craziest thing that happened today.

He reached out gently and his hand was stopped by what felt like a leg. She was there. She was there and asked for Danny to go free.

Eli got to his feet and walked over to his bag. He pulled out a small jar of honey and tossed it to Danny. Eli knew the smart thing was to kill him and be done with it. Letting him go just meant he could come back with more people but if that's what Christi wanted Eli wasn't going to go against it.

"Rub this in, it'll kill whatever infection might there. Go past the river about a two miles, you'll see some odd looking flowers. Rub those in with the honey and you'll be fine." Eli got close to Danny and whispered to him. "Nine times out of ten, I'dve killed you by now. You had your one."

Eli stood up and got a good look at Eric Miller. "You alright kid?"

@Remipa Awesome

[Assistant]
When Jennifer elected not to play the hooker, Nate made a show of frowning and put a hand to his chest as though she had wounded him deeply but then remembered that they had little time and he couldn't afford to joke around here. He would have to save his jokes for later. He was quickly pulling on his own uniform over the top of his clothes and shoving his jacket and Vin's shirt into the bag. After they were all dressed, he ducked under the desk again where he picked up three police hats to complete the disguise. He threw two of them to JJ and Vin and placed the third on top of his head, wishing there was a mirror in here so he could see how good he looked.

He didn't waste time with anymore words directed at the others, much to their relief, and instead headed to the door. When he peeked out, he saw an officer at the end of the hallway reading a file but he wasn't paying attention to them and soon turned around the corner. Nate stepped out and motioned for the others to follow.

Heading towards the back of the station, they passed through booking where one officer was sitting behind a desk but didn't even bother to look up at them as they passed. Nate walked with a confidence that suggested he belonged here rather than was trying to escape. Another uniformed officer stepped out of a door right in front of them and Nate felt his heart skip a beat.

"Hey." said the officer with a perfunctory chin jut of acknowledgment as he passed and kept moving down the hallway. Nate could barely believe their luck and echoed the greeting before continuing towards the rear door where they encountered a keypad. Luckily Michaels had anticipated this and told him the code. Unluckily, however, Nate hadn't been paying attention at the time and had instead been more focussed on Michaels' eyebrows. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath.

But then, in a moment that Nate saw as divine providence and proof that the world wanted them to succeed, the door opened from the other side and two officers began shoving a large bald man inside. Nate instinctively reached behind him and pushed JJ towards the wall, so she didn't get knocked down as the massive man jostled with the officers and swore at them, declaring that he'd "Get them for this". Nate held his arm and shoulder in front of JJ in an almost protective manner until the three men had passed and then quickly grabbed for the door before it closed. The commotion that the obviously angry man was now causing was enough of a distraction for them to slip out unnoticed.

Outside, Nate looked around for the car Michaels had told him would be waiting for them. He eventually spotted the blue four door halfway across the parking lot and hurriedly walked towards it. He found the doors unlocked and slipped into the driver's seat and flipped down the sun visor to find the keys dropping into his hands. "I need to buy Michaels a beer myself." he said with a smile to no one in particular before starting the car and turning to the others. "How on earth do you two survive without me?".

The car was quickly moving, but not too quickly. Nate didn't want to get arrested for speeding. That would make this whole escape pointless.


[System]
Notable Parents: (EX: Baralai and Paine or any main or supporting character in the games.*Note those two are taken unless you want a brother as a character in the story*)
Age: 18 or the ronso equivalent
Sex: male
Hair Color: white
Eye color: blue
Appearance: A typical ronso. Slightly taller and more muscular than a human with blue fur and a medium sized horn.
Weapon: A lance
Any Armor: Ronso chest plate
Biography:

Bohdan hasn't lived much of a life yet. He grew up with parents who were very sink-or-swim, because they believed that would make him a strong ronso. As such, he has always enjoyed a good deal of freedom and has become an experienced and strong individual relative to his young age. Not long ago he decided that there was more to the world than Mount Gagazet, and decided to go on something akin to his own pilgrimage, only instead of defeating Sin like a summoner would he intends to see the world and find useful knowledge he can bring back to his people.

Personality: Stoic, but not mean or unpersonable. Bohdan gives his respect to those who show strength. As with most ronso, his loyalty is hard earned, but incredibly strong.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?

He is if that will help the plot.

[User]
Alex managed to wrap her strong arms against the lean waist, firmly gripping tightly while her legs wrapped around the legs to have a better hold. Unknowingly ignoring Naisha's cries to run. Her head. Throbbed as it tried processing multitude of thoughts, plans, ideas, emotions about all this. What to do in this situation? As controlled Naisha started preparing a Flare, Alex didn't move. It was a powerful spell that had a large blast radius, she was doubtful she's get away in time. Plus, she didn't want to.

Clenching her teeth tightly together, she heard a shot and she quickly shifted their weight to barely avoid a energy shot. Her blue eyes briefly glanced to who it was and saw that half Ronso. She couldn't exactly yell at him for shooting, Naisha looked like a fiend.

Or she was. Alex wasn't sure anymore. Was she killed? No longer even able to human again? If that was the case, what made her different from being a fiend? That meant Alex would have no choice but to kill her friend. But if she's being controlled, can she snap out of it? Alex didn't know what to do, and she was afraid she would have to resort to death.

Eyes narrowing as she heard that girl, then Thane's order to the Aeon, Alex knew she had to decide and do something now. Despite everything, Alex couldn't just let innocent people get hurt and this crazed lunatic get his way. Naisha right now, was too dangerous to contain awake. If Alex could use silence on her, maybe. But she can't.

Then she came down to three options. Kill, try her best to stall the Aeon from that girl, or maybe knock her out.

All options were not very pleasant. If Alex tried stalling, more people could die. Of course, Alex didn't want to kill Naisha either. Knocking her out was the best she could do. But Alex wasn't a ninja and do the thing to karate chop the neck to knock her head. The red head was a brute. A berserker almost. She punched, kicked, swung a sword around and even headbutted, but Naisha was so frail, Alex wasn't sure she could hold her blow well enough to not kill her and effectively knock her out. Heck, the blitzer didn't even know if she could be knocked out.

Body shaking as her teeth clenched, her grip tighter before finally making up her mind. Removing her right armored glove so it was bare, her left hand moving up to hook and grab the shoulder to pull herself up so they were eye level and pulled her right arm back, fist readying. Face twisted in dismay, teeth clenched tightly as her arm shook before steadying.

Alex didn't know if Naisha was still in there and could see and hear her, but the red head was sure of one thing. Naisha wouldn't want to hurt so many innocent people.

Eyes narrowing slightly, Alex tried focusing she had to hit the correct spot with the correct amount. Naisha would probably decifinetly hurt, but hopefully be alive and blacked out.

"I'm sorry Nai." Alex murmured before her body twisted a little before twisting and aiming her fist toward the left temple.

[Assistant]
The pale woman looked to the possessed mage when Thane began shouting orders to her. The red head from earlier was thrashing about on her as ungracefully as a fish out of water. With a sigh, she listened to Thane speech, all the while rummaging with something attached to her belt loop. Relaxing, she uncorked the bottle she drew from her side and sipped it slowly. Ugh. Awful taste. She wrinkled up her nose briefly before relaxing her face and tossing the finished glass bottle behind her and over the rail without a care who it hit below.

Her arms crossed, she opened her eyes and kept them on the possessed mage, watching to see if the creature she had begun had enough willpower to not listen to what Thane was ordering it to do. She also kept her eye on the summoner and Urick who were trying to catch her attention. What a cluster of confusion this all was, truly.

"No weakness without hurting the girl, hm?"

She mused, repeating what he had said. Ah, the potion hadn't taken long to kick in. Already she could sense her mana levels being restored.

[User]
Naisha watched with horror as the creature controlling her was about to hit her best friend with one of her most lethal spells. If things were equal, the black mage may have been able to resist the aeon better, but it had unfair advantage over her when it possessed her. Now that it had already rooted it's control, Naisha found great difficulty in fighting it. Then suddenly some form of energy shot flew at her, but the aeon blocked it with a barrier. Daemn looked at the source of the shot and whithout releasing the Flare, the aeon unleashed a spell towards the half ronso." Thundaga!" The creature said with a high pitch piercing voice.

 Then just as the aeon was about to shoot the Flare at Alex in the next moment, Eva showed herself and Thane's target quickly changed focus. The new order quickly forced the creature to throw the flare aside as the energy quickly began to fade, the aeon turned towards the summoner, but it had a small problem. Alex was desperately holding onto her friend. The creature began to shake violently trying to shake the annoying to it red head off, but it had troubles doing that. The blitzball player was way to strong. Alex pulled herself up to eye level saying sorry to Naisha as she prepared to strike her."DON'T BE SORRY!!! JUST MAKE SURE I WON'T CAUSE ANY MORE DAMAGE!" The mage cried in her mind. She hated Thane, she hated the aeon that was controlling her body and she knew Alex's strength. If the red head hit her hard enough over the head, it was sure enough to break the skull even of this mutated creature she had turned into!"Slow..." The creature suddenly shrieked as it casted the spell on the woman that was holding to it, buying itself some additional time."Focus! Fira!" The creature continued with it's piercing cries. This time it used a smaller and faster spell on Alex precisely to make sure this time the annoying red head falls.

 "NOOOOOO!!!" Naisha screamed inside her mind once again, trying to find a away to disturb the aeon, but she lacked the strength to do so at present."SOMEONE HELP ME!" She screamed once again in the silence of her own mind. Just as she was about to give up hope, she felt something. It felt as a surge from deep within herself... as if something was unleashed. Then she felt another presence within her..." Shall we give you a hand?" She head her own voice, but it wasn't her who said it.

[Assistant]
As Maximus prepared to fell the Fiend, it surprised him with expertly blocking his blow with it's staff. Twisting a simple movement to send him flying off to the side. He grunted as he hit the ground and rolled to his feet sliding a few feet backwards from the momentum still. He looked back to the fiend to see her unleash three Firaga's on some soldiers who ran in at the wrong time. Standing up straight he pointed at the three men, "Triple Shell!" It would protect them enough to stay alive, they would still get majorly burned though...nothing he could do.

He turned suddenly as he heard multiple footsteps behind him. Four dingo's came at him, slowly surrounding him as he looked. He stroke first, with the tip of his sword and a flick of the wrist he killed the Dingo on his right. The one two over from that first one leaped at him. He side stepped and arched his blade over his head to slice the fiend in two, with a quick strike to the right again at eye level to fell the third before pulling it back to block from the last one as it attacked. But as it had no weapon and his Katana was razer sharp, his block actually cut through the dango's leg. He quickly spun his blade to give it a quick death before looking back towards the larger fiend. Only to hear that it wasn't a Fiend, it was an Aeon, and it had taken over a woman's body? How horrific. He watched as a tall redheaded woman gripped on with all her strength, apparently trying to get through to her friend inside. It was about to cast a Flare, and He reached out to cast a shell, but it stopped as the man who was apparently called Thane, ordered it to grab a woman with strawberry blonde hair. He stood up a little straighter. A very beautiful woman.

Shaking his head, now wasn't the time. He looked back just in time to see the tall redhead try to punch the Aeon in the face, which only angered it, as it cast slow, he reached forth and yelled, "Shell" He would have rather have cast Haste but it would seem the woman wasn't going to let go, almost taking a Flare in the face in doing so.

He then sprinted towards the battle once again, He didn't know what to do to defeat the Aeon with out hurting the woman inside, So he decided to go for the source. He used one of the fallen arches as a ramp to be line for the Announcers box. As he ran he noticed the woman who controlled the Ice was now talking with the man, her weapon sheathed. His eyes narrowed, why would she do that?

He looked to the edge of the arch, and at his last step he leaped, it was a stretch but he was sure he could make it. As she approached the Box he was falling slightly faster than he thought, 'shitmaybenot' he did managed though just barely, he used his momentum to duck forward and roll back to his feet, tucking his sword so it wouldn't cut him or rip out of his hands.

Back to his feet now 'Close one...' he thought without looking back to the edge. He walked over, sword's tip pointed down and away from him. Stopping as he got close enough he noticed it was just a hologram. "Bastard..." he said softly before continuing. "You say you speak for Yevon? I highly doubt that. But I can make an arrangement for you to speak face to face with him in the Farplane's if you so desire."

He looked to the woman, but her only saw her black hair and very revealing outfit. "Are you alright miss?" He asked, perhaps he managed to gain control of her as well, It's possible but he doubted since he knew he was a hologram she probably just sheathed her weapon for the same reason.

[User]
"...Eva..." Thane saying her name and seeing his body relax sent chills down her spine. She was comforted when Urick placed his hand on her shoulder. But she jumped when he yelled "Deamn! Please retrieve the Lady Eva for me. Do not harm her." She looked at Deamn, the Aeon that seemed so dark and horrible. Nothing compared to the Aeons of before.

She crossed her right arm and gripped her left bicep, still scared but trying to make a pitiful attempt at standing strong. Sudddenly Daemn was focused on Alex again. "Oh no..." She pointed and said, "Valefor Distract her!" The Aeon didn't hesitate, it flew up shooting a beam towards Daemn close enough to get her attention but not hit her. She couldn't bring herself to harm her. She tried racking her mind on all that she knew of Aeons, after a moment of thinking she came to that they were pyreflies... Aeon's were the spirits of those who willingly gave themselves up to become one. Instead of the Farplane they would be trapped in stone unless called upon. But Lady Yuna sent them all after defeating Sin...

She perked up. Sending. Course it didn't work unless they were willing to be sent, she remembered hearing it still could be done... it was just a hundred times more difficult, someone with her strength as a summoner couldn't do it. But Lady Yuna! She looked over but shocked to see her hunched over, Bahamut gone. It would seem after twenty five years of not practicing she lost her stamina to keep up the summon. She would have to do it then.

She took a breath and began to dance. It was awkward, she was in the middle of the Battlefield, Urick knocking Fiends away that got too close. As she danced she Started to sing the hymn of the Fayth, her face reddened... as she hated singing in front of anyone. But she had to, it kept her in time with the Dance and helped her focus. Hopefully everyone would catch on to what she was doing and keep Daemn busy enough.

[Assistant]
Bohdan had been following Cassius this whole time. He drew his spear in preparation to help protect him from anything that might come their way. "I suggest letting me be in front, Cassius. I've probably seen more battles comparable to this one than you have." He wasn't exactly lying, but the truth was he'd never really seen anything like this. He gripped his spear tightly and held it in a defensive stance, ready to take one anything that came their way as he tried to position himself between Cassius and any potential danger.

Was that man talking about Yevon just now? Obviously he was, but it seemed strange to Bohdan. From the history he'd learned, Yevon sounded like a mostly positive thing until fairly recently. Had things really gotten this bad? Maybe there had always been underlying problems that just didn't become more pronounced until more recent generations. "With any luck, I'll get to put some of what I've already learned to use before the day's end, better me than innocent people with no combat training. I'm glad you want to support them too."