[System]
(I'm hoping this is still accepting! I didn't see anything saying it wasn't so here we are!)

Appearance:
Gender: Male

Age: 17

Grid: Slight

Secret Gift: Sixth sense. While typically this means Derric can predict danger before it happens, his odd gift allows him to sense more than just immediate danger to himself. He can also sense (on occasion) people's emotions, nearby presences, and on rare occasions even death before it occurs. This sense is just like any other of the five senses however, and can be tricked or can even outright fail him at times. This sense also allows him to pick up on others skills, so for example if someone knows how to track or hunt someone, his sense allows him to imitate this ability and be able to hunt as well.
Weapon of Choice: Derric tends to stay old fashioned with his weaponry, claiming that it makes things easier to focus. He has a composite bow and a quiver of arrows which he keeps on him at all times, along with a set of simple hunting knives.

Gear: His bow and quiver arrows, along with a pack at his side which holds a small amount of medicinal herbs, several different types of detachable arrow heads, and various snacks he always seems to keep with him.

Bio: Derric learned of his gift unlike most, as he seemed to be aware of it from the day he learned to walk. He never understood how others didn't know things like he did, and it honestly confused him when he watched people step into danger he could clearly sense coming. Couldn't they sense it to? Slowly, as his mind matured he began to realize that he was the only one who could sense these things, and began to understand that he was special. When it became time to become a guard, he realized he could use these abilities to propel him, giving him an uncanny sense for danger while also allowing him to be able to easily detect and hit targets with his simple bow.

Habits (Optional): Derric, unlike most in his sector, tends to be a little bit more friendly then others. For reasons he doesn't quite understand, he feels he almost always has to help those who ask it of him, most likely because the emotion of gratitude he feels from them is one of the better feelings he ever detects with his ability.

Theme Song (Optional): Just the music that goes on in his head

Other:

[User]
Tarvas wasn't impressed by the fancy nature of his surroundings - a limo that was admittedly cleaner than most things that he had ever interacted with. His chance of tuning back had passed - and frankly, he didn't mind one bit leaving his "home". A home that was more than happy to see him go.

When he told his old man that he was going to join the Guard, he could tell that the old man was deciding whether to deride him for being useless or to rejoice at having Tarvas out of the house. It was the first time he ever got support from his adopted father, who was old enough to be his grandfather. He dressed in his best clothes - which weren't much, given that everything in the house was at least 10 years old and either dirty or dusty - and left his life in Slight behind him.

When the limo stopped, he was not accustomed to how limos worked, so he let himself out. He wasn't comfortable with groups of people - and stayed away from a particular bunch of what appeared to be rich kids.

Pompous lot they are he thought. One girl in particular looked like she hadn't held a weapon in her life, let alone used one. She would drop out quickly.

He moved to the sides of his surroundings, wishing to be out of the clustered open space and hoping to move along sometime soon.

Hearing the teachers call the recruits over, he moved to the back of the forming crowd.

[Assistant]
Seril:
Seril opened the brown door to his limo and thanked the driver for his time. His eyes lit up when he saw the tall tower in front of him. He felt his eyes begin to water when he noticed he was one of the last ones to get out. Dammit if he hadn't spilled his moms tea on his lap he wouldn't have had to change on the way over here. He was already from Till not to mention that he was a freak about to get trained to hunt freaks. But none of that was in Seril's mind. This beautiful structure was a sight to see, as this was his first time ever even visiting Focal.

He looked around at the other recruits wondering if they had noticed him staring at the building, he thought he heard someone laugh when they started walking away without him. And he noticed another boy from Till starting to give them a reason to hate them already. Seril pulled on the sweatshirt his mother and sister had made for him, it was pretty new so it was a bit itchy. Seril figured there was no reason to even open his mouth until he was approached. He didn't want to draw too much particular attention to himself.

He followed the other Recruits as they introduced themselves trying to catch some of there names. He had only caught Sarah and Dyana's names and he thought he knew the other boy's from Till, he recognized Mason, Seril figured his big ass would be here, and the other one was… He couldn't put a finger on it. The air Seril was breathing even felt different. He coughed. Maybe it wasn't a good different, he said smiling to himself.

[User]
The luster of the dark emerald limo demanded attention despite the rather reserved nature of its passenger. While she herself said little her attire would suggest the contrary. Her right side was exposed, provocative and showing a confidence required of those with status. In stark contrast her left looked as if was modeled after the dresses of royalty. The black and red ensemble tied in nicely with her hair and her piercings.

 As with the others a chuffer opened the door. Stepping out, Zephornial Nolluxian tried her best to not make herself seem as egocentric as she appeared. But with each step the metallic jingle of her chained boots screamed out for attention. Rather than dwell on it she allowed her eyes to look about, trying to gather what she could about her surroundings. The buildings struck her as an odd design choice but not something to far fetched when one thinks of what it represents. What did merit her attention was the strange assortment that was to be her allies.

 She found it somewhat humorous how easy it was to tell the backgrounds of most of them just by their attitudes and dress. (Herself included.) As the setting began to sink in Zeph made her way over to the man on the stairs, and towards the front of the gathering.

[Assistant]
Derric slowly stepped out of the car, looking around with a somewhat awed look. This place... It was so... Huge. For someone who spent his free time tracking and hunting various animals, seeing this giant crowd and these impossibly large buildings completely set him off and somewhat irritated him. Everywhere he looked he felt like his sense was tingling, letting him know something was wrong.

Derric began to press through the crowd with a small frown, glancing around at the various people. I wonder if there's anyone from Slight nearby... He thought to himself before absently scolding himself for being so ridiculous. Whether there is or not, there's no reason to be pitiful about not having a friend. Despite his thoughts about this, his sense began to tingle as he slowly looked around before his eyes fell upon a girl, who was failing at inconspicuously ogling a nearby barely-clothed boy. Slowly walking through the crowd, he came up behind her and chuckled, tapping her on the shoulder. "Like the view?"

[User]
Estella admired herself in the mirror one more time before she left home. Her brown hair was neatly curled and framed her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her blue chiffon dress reached just above her knees which she wore with a white faux-rabbit jacket. She then decided to pair it off with her black boots to give her a more casual look but still look more fashionable than everyone else. She smiled at her reflection, gave her hair one more primp, and went outside to ride to the facility.

When she arrived, she had to admit she was rather impressed with the building. "This place might not be so bad," she thought to herself. She looked around and saw that she knew no one. Well it was expected and she figured she will just have to show this place the queen she was. She was also way better dressed than everyone here, which pleased her. She heard they were calling for all the Recruits so she made her way through the crowd and waited for whatever announcement they had. She made sure to keep her distance. The last thing she wanted was to be jammed with a bunch of sweaty people and ruin her hair or something.

[Assistant]
Alda jumped and turned her head, raising her eyebrows in an attempt to give that critical-but-innocently-confused look that says, What the hell are you talking about? It didn't work, though, because her face flushed and became a noticeable shade of pink. She struggled internally with whether to engage in conversation with the boy, who obviously couldn't mind his own business but didn't look too bad himself. "Very much enjoying the view," she finally answered, with the soft beginning of a half-chuckle and a small, nervous smile. Was he from Slight? she wondered, pondering if she had in fact seen him before. Perhaps briefly. Before the accident.

"Did you come over here to share the view?" she asked slyly.

[User]
Citrine jumped when a girl made a comment on her dress, but she made sure to smile politely and nodded. "Thank you," she responded, unsure of what really to say. She didn't recognize the girl. She then realized that she hadn't introduced herself and she quickly stammered out, "Oh, I'm Citrine, but a lot of people just call me Ci." She stuck her hand out swiftly and growled at herself. Of course she was already making a fool out of herself. Why couldn't she act normal for one day? She shook Sarah's hand before immediately dropping it back down by her side.

"So, did you take advanced classes back at your school too? My Weaponry and Defense teacher put me in a class two levels ahead of my own because the younger kids weren't challenging enough for me," Citrine stated with a smile. She then realized that she sounded like she was bragging and she quickly said, "Not that I'm bragging. I'm sure a lot of people here are good."

Well, this went to shit fast.

---

Colt turned at the sound of a girl's voice. He smiled down at the pretty thing and said, "Hey, darlin'. The name's Colt. Colt Winger." He took her hand and shook it hard. He dropped his hand back down by his side and said, "You're from Luminosity too?" He grinned at her. "I could tell. Girls laughter is the brightest, their eyes sparkle, and their smiles can be seen around Markson are always from Luminosity and you definitely meet the criteria." He scanned her up and down. "It is very nice to meet you."

Right then, one of the guys from Till (@Avanhelsing) made a snide comment and Colt whipped around, looking toward the guy. Colt was a little taller, but they were equal in size. Colt stormed up to him, glaring at him. "What did you say, dirt boy?" Colt snarled in his face. Colt was only a few inches away from him at this point. No one called him a snob and got away with it. He honestly couldn't believe that people would be so judgmental on the first day. "Glass jaws and pedicures, huh?" Colt cracked his knuckles. "I'll show you a glass jaw." He was about to make a swing for Logan when suddenly, his arm was grabbed from the side and twisted around his back. He gasped in pain as he was shoved to the ground and Nau's voice muttered in his ear, "Not here Recruit. Leave it on the training room floor."

---

Nau dropped Colt's arm, shoving it away from him, and pressed two fingers in his mouth, whistling. "Alright, listen up, Recruits! For the next year and a day, you will be training in this facility. You will need to get used to the people here." He glared at Colt and Logan when he said this. "And you will need to make friends because these will be the people you will be working with." He clapped his hands together. "Now, down to business. The first thirty floors are for on duty Guards and the last three are for you guys. Last fourth and fifth floor are the training floors. The last sixth is the cafeteria and the final seventh and eighth are for your trainers.Training starts at eight a.m. sharp. I expect all you to be there. You have Weaponry first, then Defense, followed by Anomalous Classification and Identification, then Anomalous History, then Council History. You will get your schedule first thing in the morning and this will tell you exactly when lunch and extra classes you have after you finish your required classes with your fellow Recruits. Most of you are likely not to go to any extra class that you want to take first day, but afterwards, if you would like to take any extra, then you probably will. Now, you have all of today off. Dinner is at six p.m. I expect you all to be there. Now, head up to your rooms and get settled. Your names are on your doors and you things will already be in there so you can put them away. You will have a door going into the room next to yours. The rooms are in pairs of two, so you will only see one other person and not have two doors in your room connecting you to someone else. Now, rest up for tomorrow and I expect to see all of you at six tonight. You have two hours." Nau looked at his watch and stepped away from the door, stepping out of the way of the Recruits so they could make their way upstairs.

Tri looked over at Nau and commented, "Do you think Sky and Kym will be back for dinner?"

Nau shrugged. "Possibly. All I know is, we need to get ready in case they aren't." Tri nodded and both of the two men headed inside.

[Assistant] Derric chuckled and shook his head, acknowledging the girls wit by putting his hands in the air in a surrendering gesture. "No, no thank you. Not that kinda guy thank you very much..." He paused as he looked into her eyes and raised one of his eyebrows. "There are some things here worth admiring though." It was actually an unusually bold move for him, but he figured she probably wouldn't read too much into it either way, besides... What was the harm in a little fun? "I'm Derric by the way. Came from Slight. How about you?"


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

She stands at 5'1.
Personality: Kazuko is a girl who is confident, full of energy and always seeking to improve herself. She dislikes wasting her time on activities she deemed as useless and rather spend her time training and learning in areas she still lack in. She comes off as rude and self-centred as she avoids interact with others unless necessary. However, she can be kind, helpful and generous if it benefits her. Moreover, Kazuko can be quite aggressive and stubborn when she wants something. She hates losing to people she perceives as a slacker though she respects those who actually work hard.
If one is persistent enough and keeps on trying to approach her, it would reveal she is a whole lot nicer deep down if she opens up.
When she gets a receiver, Kazuko would treat the individual kindly and would sincerely care for the person's welfare despite saying otherwise. Though she would pretend to treat the person poorly in public but there are times she break character.

Type: Ability
Abilities: Energy Beam Projection. Kazuko can release energy beam attacks from her hands as well as make an energy barrier to shield herself. She also is able to use to fly and stay air-born.
She is capable of infusing her energy powers to a weapon to modify it such as turning a sword into an energy sword for enhanced sharpness and durability or adding energy claws to the end of a glove.
When her bond with her receiver reaches a certain high point, Kazuko would be able to materialize energy wings on her back.
The drawback to her power is that prolonged usage may result in her hands getting burnt or she would end up getting a fever and collapse if she used her power too much over a short time.

Skills: Due to her fixation on killing Statics, she is very athletic and is straight-A student due to studying and training most of the time. She has a talent for writing but does not tell anybody since it had been so long since she wrote anything.

Brief Backstory: A girl who has love to write and aspires to be a writer of romance thriller stories. Kazuko lived with her parents and pretty much has a seemingly normal life. That ended when her parents were killed when she was 10 and she heard the Statics were involved. Losing the two people she cherished so much, Kazuko was determined to become a strong Tuner to exterminate the Statics.
Receiver: New Student

[User]
The fact that his partner managed to find him first caught James a tad off-guard; maybe it was trying to get a better vantage point that made him stand out, but... Well, what was done was done. His partner didn't stand out that much, though; the blue tint of his hair, once he managed to see it up close, seemed to stand out from the regular black hair that most Asians had, but...
Eh, that was pretty minor, if anything. It'd take some time to come to recognize his name and face and associate it with his name, but... All in due time.

"Ah... Right. Well, that simplifies things considerably." he said, leaping down from atop the desk he had just moved up on top of and rubbing the back of his neck in nervous embarrassment. Right. he made himself stand out like an idiot in order to find a faster solution to the problem at hand. Well, it worked, at least...

"Heh... Shit. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you regardless. Apparently, standing up somewhere high makes it easier for others to see you just as it is for you to see them. Who'd've thought? Anyways... Akiya... Was it? Or would you prefer me to go by your last name?" he began as he began dragging his new partner through the crowd towards the nearest exit.

"Well, whatever. As for the answer to your question... Mind just calling me James? It feels really... Freakin' awkward to be called for my last name. Seriously can't get used to it."

...
Wait, did his partner have the capacity to understand him through all of his... Well, 'method' of speaking English? Like, it seemed he had some grasp of the language, but... Well, only time could tell.
Aaand he'd probably have to learn Japanese over the next few years, too, wouldn't he? God dammit, Mandarin was bad enough back in America...

Eh, whatever; life was life. Maybe... Icebreaker questions? But that would have to wait until he reached the exit...

Which, thankfully enough, didn't take much more than a minute or so to reach. The crowd thinning out as they walked over helped considerably, at least, for which James was quite grateful for; contests of strength had never been his forte, after all.

"Hell, it's about time. That took too long; where are the dorms, though?" he stated to nobody in particular as he exited the stuffy room, taking in a breath of the not-so-humid air in the hallway before turning back to his partner. "You got any clue?"

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Oh.
He was one of those people, wasn't he? The blush on his face, that awkward manner of speech, even the stiffness of his body...
Well, she couldn't say she didn't see it coming. She wanted interesting, and boy, did she get it. Just... Not in the manner she expected, at least. Though... It was impressive that he managed to sniff her out so quickly, especially with the crowd still as thick as it was; she had deliberately chosen a location to slip away from the mess around her, but he managed to pick her out, with all these faces to fish through. Was it luck? Quite possibly. But maybe...
No, it couldn't be. It had to be luck; there were too many other girls here with the same hair color, same hairstyle, same eye color... He took a shot in the dark, and hit the bullseye in one go. Impressive; she'd give him that much for now, but no more. First, she had to learn; to probe around, see if there was anything worth getting invested in. With a quick glance at the screen above (and with her face and that of the boy in front of her in mind), Mari silently confirmed the validity of his statement. Not just an odd duck; he was her partner.

"Hello, Keiichi-san. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance; I'm surprised you found me so quickly, what with all the people in here." she said, bowing her head in a polite show of acknowledgement. "Though... I must ask if we could refrain from moving through the crowd for the time being; I'd rather not be crushed by the stampede of newly-paired students rushing to their dorms as they are now."

Gesturing toward the somewhat-steady stream of students flowing out of the room, Mari smiled towards her new-found partner. It was a slight smile, and one she had faked often to slip away from annoying peers who wanted to drag her on some silly venture. It would do. For now.

[Assistant]
Kazuko was standing in the corner against the wall with her arms crossed. She was not interested in any of the idle chatter and was eager to get the pairings over and done with. She heard the woman in front announcing the pairings. A holographic projection appeared for all to see and Kazuko saw it was the list of pairings. She was trying to look for her name when she heard her name being called.

"Kenzaki Kazuko and Anjou Ryuuto"

It was then she saw her name and her picture. Alongside it was another name and the picture of her would-be receiver. It was a boy. Kazuko shrugged as she did not care either way. What is most important was her receiver was competent and able to keep up with her so she could be a strong tuner. Kazuko studied the boy's picture carefully and decided to just wait for her partner to find her. She was not going to go on a hunt in the crowd. The last point about the dorm rooms caught her attention.

"So...I would be sharing a room with a boy?"

[User]
Ryuuto Anjou

Ryuuto hated scenarios like these. He scanned the monitors for his name to see who he was paired with rather quickly, but that was the easy part. He gave one quick glance around the crowd and immediately felt like a pebble being bounced around in a sea of motion. While he wasn't terribly short, Ryuuto was definitely scrawnier than most of the boys his age, and so pushing past people was an insurmountable task. His only hope of maneuvering through the chaos was worming his way through the gaps created when one person moved, but even that strategy was not flawless. As he tried to slither his way to a better vantage point, other students bumped into him, offering passing "excuse me's" as if that actually excused them of their barbaric behavior. One person even backed into him without looking and nearly sent his glasses flying off his face, which would have been the end of them in this tumult.

He had to grab onto somebody's shoulder to prevent himself from falling, but then he saw a ray of hope. The girl he had landed on had the same hair and body type as his partner in the picture. Could it be a coincidence? "Kenzaki-san?" he said tentatively, but when the girl turned around, she revealed a face completely different than the one he expected to see. "Ah, excuse me!" he stammered, backing off before the girl had a chance to push him off. It was no use; he'd never find anybody in this crowd. So he decided to wait off in a corner where his partner could find him.

A couple of minutes passed, and nobody approached him. It seemed like most of the students had met their partners by now, yet it was strange that he hadn't even caught a glance of his. Then, a harrowing thought came: if they were paired up based on personality, then it was very likely that both of them would be inclined to wait rather than seek. He let out a sigh, dreading the prospect of plunging back into that crowd, but he saw it as the only possibility. Since he would presumably be working with Kenzaki-san for a long time, he had genuinely wanted to make a good impression, but the image of her waiting, growing impatient, and contemplating simply meeting him at the dorm sent him into social damage control mode.

As much as he hated it, he walked back into the crowd to give another look for his partner. Fortunately, by letting some time go by, many pairs of student had already met up and were leaving the room, which at least gave Ryuuto some room to breathe. With more space to walk around in, he managed to avoid getting bumped around, and even got a decent view of the room... and there she was! Ryuuto slipped past one of the jocks and finally made his way to the wall where his partner was waiting for him.

He stood there for a moment, just happy that the ordeal was over, but after a silence that was just long enough to be awkward, he remembered that he had to introduce himself. "Oh, um... I take it you are Kenzaki-san? I'm Anjou Ryuuto. Let's work hard together at this school." Ryuuto knew that wasn't the most elegant introduction, but he was so focused on not messing up her name that he forgot to be friendly. After another brief pause, he offered her a handshake, not realizing that the stress from being in a crowded space had made his hand a bit sweaty.

[Assistant]
Kudou Chie

"Ah-hah, sorry about that," replied Chie, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. She was a bit sad she couldn't have been around for the flower viewing, as well. And knowing someone looked up to her did make her feel pretty warm and fuzzy inside, even if she wasn't entirely sure she deserved that sort of praise. After all, it hadn't been too long ago that she was quite a different person... Oh, but she supposed that didn't matter right now. "I'll definitely be there next time."

Eventually, they reached the dorms. A set of three large, stately buildings, each one for a different year, the Akiyama-Kreuz dorms were rather impressive in terms of facilities. Each room possessed, well... for one, due to the fact that at times both male and female students would inhabit the dorms, there had to be two bathrooms. It had not been a decision undertaken lightly, but it was determined that the best way for abilities to develop was to ensure that students spend as much time as possible together. Even if that meant potential awkwardness. Still, two bathrooms helped with this issue. Each dorm possessed some furniture and storage space, such as two beds, as well as a small kitchen. They were rather elaborate, but given the healthy amount of funding the academy received, they were able to afford this for their students.

As the two girls reached their room, their luggage had already been dropped off. The staff was quite punctual about that, but Chie wouldn't have felt like it was a big deal if they were late.

[User]
Kazuko watched as people start leaving in pairs. She was growing impatient that her receiver still had not found her yet. Well, she forgive the boy for his tardiness due to the large crowd making finding her quite a not so easy task. After a longer wait, a young man finally stood in front of her and Kazuko saw it was her receiver. He seemed to be tired probably from looking for her within the crowd. If only he searched against the wall, he would find her quicker however Kazuko gave him a passing grade for his effort.

"Oh, um... I take it you are Kenzaki-san? I'm Anjou Ryuuto. Let's work hard together at this school."

The boy offered a handshake however Kazuko had no time for that. She stopped leaning against the wall with her arms still crossed. She studied the boy for a moment however her face showed no signs of any expression.

"Well, let's get along, Ryuuto."
Since they were going to be partners, Kazuko decided to just call the boy by his first name. She did not return his handshake offer and started walking off.

"Let's go to our room. We wasted enough time as it is."


[System]
Nickname(s): Ann(e); Annie; Phoebe-Ann; Annie Oakley; Immortal Annie, The Western Girl; Princess of The West; Mrs. Oakley-Butler; Watanya Cicilla "Little Sure Shot".

Immediate Relatives:
• Jacob Moses (father)
• Susan Wise-Moses (mother)
• Francis "Frank" E. Butler (husband)
• Mary-Jane Moses (sister)
• Lydia Moses (sister)
• Elizabeth Moses (sister)
• Catherine Moses (sister)
• Sarah-Ellen Moses (sister)
• John-Henry Moses (brother)

Known For:
Her incredible feats of marksmanship in Western entertainment; being the key influence to the American cowgirl image; being a pioneer of sexual equality in marksmanship; being America's best-known female sharpshooter.

Hair Color: Bleached, Ombré-Blonde.
Eye Color: Green.

Miniaturized Height: 0' 2"
Humanized Height: 5' 6"

Museum: National Cowgirl Museum in Texas (formerly); Garst Museum in Ohio (formerly); National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma (formerly); The Smithsonian in Washington DC (formerly); Museum of Natural History in New York (currently)
Location Within Current Museum: Wild West Diorama in "The Hall of Miniatures".
Occupation(s): Trapper; Hunter; Author; Women's Rights Activist; Professional Markswoman; Exhibition Shooter.

Portrayer: Isabel Lucas (Australian Actress, Activist, and Ambassador)

"I'm not afraid to love a man, and I'm not afraid to shoot him either."
"Aim, and hit it. Not on the first, the second, nor the third time. But keep on aiming and shooting, since practice will make you perfect."
"God intended women to be outside like men. They do not know what they are missing when they stay cooped up in their house."
Brief Background + Character Traits:
Though not exactly a product of the Wild West, Annie Oakley only became associated with the Western fold, after her "amazing talent" first came to light when she was only fifteen years old: she beat professional shooter, Frank E. Butler, in a shooting competition that rose her to fame as an international star to both royalty, and heads of the state.

Born in the year of 1860 within Ohio, Annie was the sixth-born out of nine children conceived by her parents. However, after her mother lost two in a miscarriage, Annie became the fifth out of the seven surviving children. Living in poverty, she, her five sisters, and one brother couldn't regularly attend school, or earn a proper education. However, at eight years old, right after her father's passing, Annie began working at the Darke County Infirmary, where she, in exchange, received an education, and developed the skill of sewing, while attending to the elderly, the orphaned, and the mentally ill. This experience aroused Annie's lifelong compassion towards others, until she left at fifteen.

Returning to her mother's home, Annie supported her by involving herself in trapping, shooting, and hunting wild game to sell at local shops and restaurants. She was so successful, she was able to repay the entire $200 mortgage on their family farm. During this time, Annie was approached and challenged by Irish exhibition shooter, Frank E. Butler, in a shooting competition to not miss twenty-five shots. In the end, he lost by one bullet. So entranced by the twenty-two year-old Annie, Francis eventually courted and married her.

Professionally, after taking on the stage name of "Oakley", Annie traveled west with Butler, and gave shooting exhibitions to entertain the public. She became so well-known, she became the top earner out of any performer on the Western fold. After impressing the most imposing and famous of individuals, like Sitting Bull, Buffalo Bill, Queen Victoria, King Umberto I, and Kaiser Wilhelm II, she quickly became a national celebrity with her name being plastered across both America and Europe.

Aside for her deadeye ability to strike a target, Annie's inner strength helped her survive a difficult childhood, and while her strong integrity, dignity, and propriety served her well throughout her life, she quietly proved to be just as superior to most men in the shooting range. Purehearted, clever, and "superhumanly" headstrong, it was Annie's modesty and reserved elegance that made her a very appealing yet likable individual. From her humble roots as Phoebe Ann Moses, to taking center stage as Annie Oakley, this remarkably-dazzling folk heroine was remembered to be one of America's greatest western legends and icons. As various targets were thrown in the air, she was able to use five different guns, and shoot every single one in ten seconds; even better, she could shoot the end of a cigarette, split the edge of a playing card, and leave holes in tossed coins. Expert shooters then and now continue to marvel at her abilities.

[User]
When he did something, he did it big. Maybe he was trying to overcompensate for feeling so small next to the massive guards or some of the other wax figures. Maybe it was just his personality. But whatever the case, Jedediah didn't think twice about kidnapping the Roman Emperor. And he honestly didn't see why he shouldn't. The man was annoying. They've had their run ins on multiple occasions, nothing to serious. The guards usually locked them up right away so they couldn't fight. Tonight though, was different. The guard had taken long enough that they had been able to get down and set up an ambush. And though that didn't work, this was a perfect time to make Octavious pay. Thankfully, Annie seemed agreeable as well.

"Alright then. We need to go in all quiet like. Butch," he said to one of the cowboys he had waved over. "I need you to cause a diversion with the rest of the pioneers. While the main legion is focused on you, Annie and I will sneak in and grab him. We need to get him before dawn but not to soon or the Romans will miss him and come back for him. Understand? Good." He rose. "Let's go Lill' Sure Shot."

Butch took off to rally the pioneers. With the guard gone, the Romans would be turning their attention on them. Not to mention the Mayans. Due to their hostility they were usually always locked up first and tonight they weren't. From his perch, Jed could see some of the Mayans and Romans fighting but the main contingent still focused on the Wild West Diorama. The Mayan miniatures were a bit crazy but they didn't have a strong leadership like Jed - or so he liked to think. The fact that the Romans considered them more of a threat than the crazy Mayans solidified it in his mind.

Grabbing some rope, Jed made his way down the side and onto the ground. He knew where the Roman leader was and hoped to get him alone. "Keep on eye on the time," he whispered to Annie. "We want to get this just right."

The pioneer diversion started. Cowboys, Chinese men alike charged the Roman army. The whole room was a mess of miniatures fighting a three-way war. It was times like this that he wished his guns could work. But eh. He could still fight. And a lot better than that Roman. "Do you see 'im?" He asked looking around at the fighting. Now that they were on ground level it was hard to make out.

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From the point in the Roman city, Julia and the other women heard the commotion. She rose and glanced toward the fighting. "It's just our legions conquering the barbarians, dear." One of the older woman said stroking a lyre. Julia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Her eyes took in the battlefield. It was a mess. Crazy and insane. The guard was gone but there were thousands of soldiers, pioneers and Mayans out fighting.

"Come on. Regal us again with a poem. Maybe one about Octavious, your father." The women sighed.

"He's such a great leader."

"And handsome."

[Assistant]
Annie was headstrong; more on a superhuman level, to be exact. Jedediah, at times, underestimates her determination, but he can be wrong when there is proof left behind by her barreled artillery. For one, she was a lone-wolf in the diorama, and the cowgirl tends to walk off on her own, away from the social levels of her fellow pioneers. If she felt like it, Annie would standby and watch her leader direct the Chinese workers of the railroad. She remembered the time when they first met, earlier tonight: once she said her name, pioneers, especially the cowboys, became excited (almost demanding) for her presence.

The cowgirl was flattered at their attempts, but, as a professional woman, with an American reputation in marksmanship, Annie respectfully, and affectionately, dismissed them. Or, Jedediah would shoo them off, and direct them back to work. If any, even the tourists, noticed, she was the only female with a ten-gallon hat in the diorama. If anybody did the math, she and their leader would be sixty-one years apart, in real history, that is. Funny as it looked, they were close in age, by the way they were made, at least.

Annie had to reimagine Jed's plan in her mind. As long as he was describing, she would calibrate, and perform. It was a crazy plan, but she did wonder to herself on the outcome.

What if she commits a truce between the two factions, once they get near each other?

Plus, the cowgirl was the one with a wicked aim, a deadeye, and a gun that actually works. She had to try, despite what Jed may think. Annie followed him down the rope, and found herself in the middle of a massacre. If it was her and combat, she was "frontierswoman-material", good at defense and, what her leader was good for: offense. Time was getting short, and true as her eyesight, Annie caught the Roman General in the distance; not too far away from where they were standing. Should she reconsider with this plan? "Clear as a diamond. Clear as a bright and shiny day", she confirmed, before adjusting her hat at the brim.

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"Excellent." Jed smiled as he headed in the direction that Annie had inferred too. It wasn't easy sneaking through a major fight. Once or twice they'd get stopped by someone who Jed would then have to knock out of the way or take down. He had one goal and he wasn't going to let someone stop him from getting there.

The Emperor of the Romans, the arrogant man who dared think he could come onto Jedediah's turf with his legions and his war machines and not expect reprisal was not guarded. He stood, his back to them shouting some nonsense or other about the 'glory of the Empire' or some other nonsense. Stupid man. Didn't even think to watch his back. Jed smirked and motioned to Annie while he started to make a lasso. Swinging it he tossed it at the Emperor and quickly jerked tightening it around the man's arms. "Now Annie." He ordered expecting her to help move in.

The fighting was incredibly loud - well at least for all the miniatures. It probably would have some noise level to the giants but none were around. It was strange really. Other than that one guard - who was scared away by the awesomeness of Jed and the pioneers (the Romans had nothing to do with it. The guard feared for his life from the pioneers), no one else stopped by. It was amazing really. He hadn't been on the floor that often. But because of the noise level, no one could hear Octavious shout. Moving forward to help Annie, Jedediah tightened the rope. It would be dawn soon and they needed to withdraw.

"Not so tough now are you, big man?" He hissed in Octavious' ear as he, Annie, and another cowboy discretely moved him back toward the Pioneer Diorama. "Teach you to step on another man's turf."

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Julia was getting a bit annoyed with them all. Rising, she gave a polite smile. "It's nearing dawn. I want to make sure they return safely."

"Oh good idea." Another woman said rising. "Let's line up to great our conquering champions."

That seemed like a good idea to them overall. Julia let herself fall in the back before slipping away. They probably wouldn't even notice she was away. She made her way to the top of the diorama and looked down. The Romans were slowly retreating and coming back. The Mayans and Pioneers were doing the same. No one wanted to be caught outside the display when they froze. A good part of it was, you had no control over what happened during the day and could get stepped on, eaten, lost or whatever. It was safer in the display cases.

Her eyes scanned the thousands of pieces on the floor. There were no straggling Romans. They stayed grouped together and all would return. She smiled grateful for that. In a way, though Octavious was the Emperor, she felt a special connection to the legions...and even the ditsy women. They were her people as well. And she may never be able to lead or fight but that didn't stop her from caring and wishing their safety.

[Assistant]
Annie scanned the area for a possible path to approach the Roman leader, standing there in the distance. Honestly, the cowgirl (noticeable to Jed, at least), had no interest in violence and combat, except she would only fight for what was necessary, like to protect a frontier and keep the peace from a true enemy. Not to mention that she uses the thrill of suspense for entertainment; public shootouts, not included. Mentioned before, it was forbidden to even face Annie in said-event. Jedediah laid that law down as a necessity. But generally, no one challenges Annie. However, there have been other fellow male pioneers, who were dying to "meet" her. Take Jesse James, for instance.

James was their diorama's robber and outlaw, and the same goes back in American history: "guerrilla, gang leader, bank robber, train robber, and murderer". A cocky, talkative pioneer, who was, at least, the same height as Jedediah, James took violence over the edge, and he had no qualms to spare anyone. Not to mention that he grew obsessed with Annie ever since her arrival in the wake of this morning. If anyone was disgusted of James, it was Jed, according to her knowledge, at least. Now that she thought about it, Annie did notice a protectiveness coming from her leader, every time that son-of-a-scum appeared. The best part? The cowgirl never cried; always kept her head high.

~ ~ ~

Octavius had victory on his mind for years. Hail Jupiter!, he thought triumphantly, sword held high, and taking on his incoming enemies. Taking one last strike on an opponent, the general felt mental strength on his insight for victory. "For the glory of Rome!", he declared in the midst of battle. However, he didn't expect some string surrounding him, trapped in the wrath of being restrained. "What sort of trickery?", he asked, oblivious of an incoming strike: being knocked completely off his feet, and falling flat on his back. A blurr in his vision from the landing came to full effect. Groaning, Octavius was then lifted discreetly. "What is the meaning of this!?", he asked in disgust (and slight panic in his tone). "I am a Roman General; I have rights!", he told them, practically ordering the enemy to release him.


[System]
-Appearance pre-Clash of Gods.VEC's CHARACTERS
God Fregion, King of Dragons
TRUE NAME: Tahabata
TITLE/ALIAS: Ruthless One, King of Dragons, Ascended One
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	+ Fregion prefers to refrain from meddling with the affairs of mortals but if and when he does come in contact with one, he prefers to take the form of a floating ball of yellow-to-red fire.
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PORTFOLIO: Fire Domain/Muspelheim (Dragon Sub-Domain)
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
* +Sentient flames given life by the will of Fregion. They serve him as messengers to other gods.
* +The lizards residing in the Dragon Domain are capable of breathing fire able to melt rock. They blindingly obey in Fregions' will.
A normal Hell Lizard at first, Padmarashka quickly distinguished himself from all the other Hell Lizards by winnning 98 straight battles between the males of his kin. Fregion rewarded him by giving him heightened intelligence and evolving his body a step further.

After these alterations, Padmarashka quickly rose to prominence as one of Fregions' Elite warriors and became the Commander of the Hell Lizards.
* +Lava elementals marching besides Fregion in battle. Created in the fiery pits of Muspelheim, they are able to withstand numerous blows and possess immense strength.
* AND MANY MORE...
* BLOODWING
To cease the flow of blood is to choke the rain in the very clouds. Both life and land feel the thirst. Let it grow and gather inside them, let it flow through their veins. Do not waste a drop.
Fregion always valued solitude, preferring being a witness and not an instigator. Unfortunately, he was tricked into participating in the Clash of Gods by Calcifer on fruitless promises of thrill and adventure. When all was said and done, Fregion was branded an Evil One and was banished by the Creator. He could no longer walk on the mortal realm and so, enraged by the shackles put upon him, he plowed through the underworld in a fit of rage. The combined effort of several gods was needed in order to put a stop in Fregions' rage but eventually, he came to.

After that, he created his own domain and started residing inside it. He chose not to meddle in the affairs of mortals and as such, was quickly forgotten by them. Centuries passed and the horns of war have once again been sounded. Fregion has awakened. Will he join the war? On whose side? Only time will tell...

CHAMPIONS
WIP

[User] Darko stood from his throne and looked around. "Chakan never mind your tests. Your strength and cunning and your agility are enough to please me." He walked from his throne and over to the balcony that over looked the underworld. "Now you are my voice. My fist. My will. The name of Chakan will be feared by many." He turned to Chakan. And lifted his scythe "there is one more thing I bestow upon you My champion." He raised his hand and a blast of dark power shot from his hand and connected with Chakan. The power from him was enough to lift her of the ground then as if from no where souls started to flow into Chakan armor and swords

[Assistant]
The Door Crumbled,
and Reality Shattered.
The Gate Opening,
But opening too far...

"And so you have."

One last defense, though the futility of it was laughable, X foresaw this very moment without his terrifying insight to which he had prepared this final trick for the guest of honor. What would have led down into the place where Calcifer expected his boon to be, instead now led into the realm between. There in the black and white void, X sat awaiting, his form flowing over the singularity of a chair which collapsed upon itself as he arose to greet the Fallen One. Like greeting an old friend, X prepared himself for the ire of the one he cursed into obscurity. Stripped of his godhood and made mortal as man. Powerful, but mortal nonetheless.

"Calcifer, the Fallen One. At long last, you have finally made your move. Bold as it may be, but foreseen. Perhaps its is rightfully so that you are no longer the God of Chaos for this was all too predictable." A small, witty comment, turned into convoluted insults which were laced with both biting venom, and the bitter venom which was truth. "I bid you turn back from this path you follow. The course of events to follow will not restore what you have lost. But that is not what you seek is it? Your vengeance upon us will not be your own. Forces beyond your mortal self lie beyond us." A strange phrase at the end there, with meanings like X to distort the whorish nature of words. See he played with the syntax strange, twisting the meaning as he would distort truth into a lie and lies into truth. True the power were both beyond this precipice and beyond the control of the Gods.

"I will not stop, nor can I. Armageddon lies within your grasp, and yours alone. Yet in doing what you believe to be your own actions, of your choosing and device, I shall reveal that you nothing more than a mere pawn in the game of kings." The realm morphed into a tunnel once more, revealing the end as X passed Calcifer his warning. "Consider your path, I shall leave behind you and none shall follow you this realm hides the events within it. Goodbye, Calcifer."

[User]
Dragon Realm, Muspelheim

Muspelheim had always been a dreary place, more so back when the one who ruled over it soared its skies. Nowadays, what's left is the crackling sound of flowing lava and rock that can be heard in the background. The Hell Lizards had and will always roam its lands, forever bound to the will of their Overlord.

This day though is not like the rest.
Fregion's Castle, Idian Depths

Inside the towering castle that is Idian Depths, in the master hall, Fregion layed on the floor, his wings overlapping his body as if he was inside a cocoon. Today would signal the end of his 100 year sleep cycle. As he began to awaken, the temperature in the immediate area surrounding the castle started to slowly rise, eventually peaking at about 10.000 degrees Fahrenheit.

Fregion's body slowly started shifting in its position; He was still enveloped in the grogginess of slumber and it was minutes before he found himself able to move. He started unfolding his wings one by one before finally revealing himself. He stood on his four legs and sniffed the air around him, his mind quickly encompassing the whole of Muspelheim. "Yes..." he thought, pleased that everything was as he had left it 100 years ago.

His servants immediately sensed that their Lord had awakened and one by one, let out roars, paying their respects. The crackling of flowing lava wasn't the only sound that could be heard over Muspelheim anymore. In parallel with his awakening, the pale blue fire-stone that he had gifted each and every of his fellow gods ages back, before the Clash of Gods, as a means of knowing when he was awake, started emitting a bright blue glow, his powers re-igniting the fire burning inside of it.

At that moment, Padmarashka entered the master hall and kneeled in front of his Lord. "Ahh, Padmarashka. It's been too long since I've seen you, my faithful servant" Fregion told him. "Indeed my Lord, It's been too long. Muspelheim welcomes you back from the world of dreams" the drakan answered back.

"Right before I went to sleep you had amassed 164 straight victories. Tell me Padmarashka, how many victories do you have now?" Fregion asked, curious to hear the number. "Yes. Unfortunately my Lord, the count has only risen by 11 and now stands at 175. As the years went by, there were fewer and fewer Hell Lizards that reached a level high enough to be able to challenge me and all 11 of them ultimately met their demise in my hands. Your servant fears that in due time, there will be no one left to challenge him within his kin."

Padmarashka's answer stirred something inside Fregion and he started laughing. "If I knew back when I evolved you, that you would become as powerful as you are now, I would have toned the improvements down a notch" Fregion said and let out another hearty laugh but soon went back to being serious, "What is the situation in the mortal realm?" he asked his servant.

"My Lord, the mortals have prospered much since you fell into slumber. Unfortunately though, they seems to have forgotten about you. They no longer pray to you and instead, see you as a myth, the legend of the four-winged beast that soared the darkened skies above the battlefields of the gods. You are still mentioned in some of their books, a slight reference here, a rough sketch there but nothing more" Padmarashka told his master with a sad look on his face.

"Hmmmm..." Fregion nodded while listening to his servant. He himself had chosen not to meddle in the affairs of mortals so being forgotten by them as the years went by was indeed a natural consequence of his choices. "Fair enough. Now, I desire to inspect my realm. You are dismissed" he told the drakan who, after a slight bow of his head, quickly left the master hall.

Fregion closed his eyes and broadened his mind.

[Assistant]
She had heard the final words exchanged between Hal and Darko. She had seen the griffon take off on a desperate mission, and she saw through its blood, its killer. A thunder crackled in the clouds above the gate, as an unseen red dragon lingered among them, a red cloud herself. Behind Calcifer, the blood of the slain steed began to move, silently, eerily seeping toward the fallen god. Whispers began in his mind, voices begging for eternal carnage, getting louder as the blood trickled closer. It was about to touch his feet....

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Back in Hades, Chakan slowly returned to the ground as the many souls finished filling her armor and weapons. Darko had invested everything he could in her, a formerly mortal champion, a champion who could not die until her mission was fulfilled. Chakan's curse had become the loophole that would assure her victory. Darko had known all along that with her, he could not lose.

For the first time in many ages, Chakan felt humbled, and she knelt before Darko. "My lord Death. Indeed I am... your servant. I swear that I will complete this, your final request, this last mission in return for the peace I seek. I will cut down any who stand before you and like you, I will never desist. Let us be, here and now, finally, at the end of all things... one." She drew her blades and bowed gracefully with them, eager to get this over with. "Command me, master."

[User]
Darko turned his head toward his champion and smiled through his cowl. "I have bestowed upon you my champion my power, my generals are yours to command as well as my army." He turned his head to the underworld and gestured her over. "Come hither my champion. Your death will come as soon as your mission is complete. A place here among my generals will be open." He turned to her and gazed at her. And behind her a portal opened. "Go now. To the plagued Forest. My army awaits there for your command. Darkness is your step. Blight. Your touch. Fear is your words. Head to the location on this." He held up a map to a forsaken tomb. "The army that rests in these tombs shouldn't be awakened. I send you to the one in my land. Dark and cursed. Be on your guard and know I will always hear your calls. Gather the cults as well they heed my words so they shall heed yours. Go now and make me proud."

Darko looked out his balcony and smiled when the Volcano in his world erupted. "Then the Lord of fire is awake. 100 years he sleeps then when he wakes the fires in his world burn and the lakes boil. Maybe I will pay the Lord of fire a visit and bring him up to speed on the world." Darko raised his scythe and sliced open the fabric of his world and entered the world of fire. Gazing around at the beasts that walk his world. He turned into a black cloud and flew across the landscape of the burning world to the great fire palace. He appeared before the fire drake and smiled "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?" The Dark Lord his presence alone could send a world cold. But unfortunately his presence in the world of fire was only warm. Darko was a cold being. His cloak took care of that. Unafraid of the creatures and the fire god.

[Assistant]
Aside from some changes in the landscape due to the passing of the years, everything else seemed to be fine. Fregion was about to shift his attention to the mortal realm and witness himself what Padmarashka talked about earlier when he sensed an anomaly. A rift in space had been opened in his world, with the temperature around the rift dropping a few thousand degrees. Fregion instantly knew who the surprise guest was.

He watched as Darko entered his castle in the form of a black cloud before turning back to his normal self. "Good Evening Fregion, enjoy your 100 year nap?"

"Nii fon hi ahk lost ni vuldak gein muldeytorax ko laat 100 eruvos Darko," Fregion told the Lord of Death. "You came uninvited once more, 100 years ago, right before I fell asleep and caused all sorts of problems. Now that I think of it, I don't remember telling you to come back after I had woken up either. Why are you here, Ner'zhul?" Fregion spoke, obviously annoyed by the presence of the Dark Lord.


[System]
Aurora: 14
Halander: 13
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Jub: 10
Tsak: 9

Passive Investigation

Aurora: 15
Jub: 12
Zavakri: 12
Gabriel: 12
Halander: 11
Tsak: 11
Brutrumukk: 10
Feras: 10

Passive Insight

Halander: 13
Aurora: 12
Jub: 12
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Tsak: 9

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[User]
Brutrumukk

"RRRRRRRRAGH! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Brutrumukk roared in annoyance as the snake managed to get a decent hold on the bugbear this time. Now that he was in its grasp, Brutrumukk knew defense would be a waste of effort, so he devoted all his energy to attacking. Brutrumukk swung for the snake and once again struck true, this latest blow landing harder than the previous strike.

Brutrumukk recklessly attacks Giant Constrictor Snake B with his morningstar. He hits with an 18 and deals 17 damage.

[Assistant]
Hither
Slanty Tower

Snake A takes advantage of the distraction B provided and uses this chance to make its way to the balloon basket. It does a tail whip to ensure that anyone else who could attack it wouldn't be able to. It stops moving and peers into the basket, causing a male voice to shout out,

"WAAAAUGH!!! Stay back, you foul beast! I have no fear!"

Tsak hears the scream and she makes her way towards the snake. She mumbles an incantation and she calls out to the snake, "Leave them alone!" before she throws a dagger at them. The snake lets out a loud angry hiss as the dagger and hex did a significant amount of damage.

Snake A disengages from melee and uses thirty feet to get to the balloon basket. Since it used its action and movement, it'll end its turn peering into the basket.

Tsak will fly 30 feet towards the balloon, following Aurora.

For her bonus action, she will cast Hex on Snake A, targeting Strength, and she will throw a Dagger at the Snake for her action.

She hits with a 17!
The dagger deals 4 Piercing damage, and the Hex adds max 6 necrotic damage on top of it. So she does a total of 10 damage to A!

We're back to the top with @Dark Cloud & @Fading Memory

Gabriel & Zavakri: 17
Giant Constrictor Snake B: 15
Bob: 14
Warning Voice: 12
Jub & Aurora: 9
Brutrumukk: 8
Giant Constrictor Snake A: 4
Tsak: 4

[User]
Zavakri pats Bob on the side of his shell. He was working perfectly as cover and deserved some affection. She observes the battlefield with a sense of superiority granted by having never missed an attack and having never been attacked herself, quite satisfied at the rage of the bugbear serving as a secondary shield to her own elegant self. Or something like that. She witnesses Tsak rising to the rescue of the vocal balloon basket, and after a quick mental equation to conclude that *someone* must be in there she moves 30 feet towards the basket and lets fly another array of lethal mathematica towards Snake A.

"Oi, Get out that basket! I'll catch you!" She lied like a carnie, as she mentally prepared more spellcraft for the occasion.

Magic Missile says X=5; 15 Force Damage to Snake A by the basket

"Just because you added a few Z levels and a new Y and X Vector doesn't mean I can't still calculate for your present position!" She declared boldly to the snake as her missiles struck home. Then, she balks- she had mistakenly gotten rather close to Snake B, but was thankful that her companions were still nearby. Oh bugger. At least it wasn't right next to her, yet.

[Assistant]
His weapon had yet to miss it's mark up until the current moment, Gabriel had been on his toes until as he followed the snake tangled in combat with the bugbear. His toe caught the edge of a root while he sprang towards the giant serpent, he lost his balance thrusting the tip of the old rapier at nothing but empty space.

"Drat." Gabriel growled, sounding mildly annoyed as he stepped back into the ready position with his weapon at the ready.

Gabriel moved towards Giant Constrictor near Brutrumukk and miss with a 5.

[User]
Hither
Slanty Tower

 As the chaos continues, Snake B looks at Brutrumukk before opening its maw and just begin to swallow the bugbear. As it does, the coils and the mouth just squeeze Brutrumukk painfully.

The voice in the basket responds to Zavakri's words, "I would if I could, Fair and Wise Lady Sage! But I can't move this accursed cage!"

The voice then calls out to the serpent in front of him, "I'm not completely defenseless. I still have a trick or two up my sleeve. Have some of this then!"

The voice then sneezes and a burst of rainbow colored fog sprays upwards from the basket.

Snake A recoils and then glares at the voice within the basket, completely unaffected by his trick.

"Uh oh..."

Then a silvery dart hits the snake's head causing to recoil and accidentally take an actual inhale of the fog. When it lifts its head up again, this time it's eyes are showing multiple colored rings. If a snake could have a large dopey smile on its face, this snake would have it.

The voice seems to realize what happened and gave a cheer!

Snake B attacks Brutrumukk. Can't use constrict on Brutrumukk again, so it bites with advantage. Hits with an 18 and deals 13 Piercing Damage.

Bob does nothing.

Warning Voice does something! He's going to make Snake A make a Wisdom Saving Throw. Snake A succeeds with an 18

Zavakri's Silvery Barbs made it reroll. It got a 6 and failed the Save. Zavakri gave Aurora advantage to attack A with this spell.

Krog and @XxFellsingxX are up next!

Then @rush99999 goes after them.

Gabriel & Zavakri: 17
Giant Constrictor Snake B: 15
Bob: 14
Warning Voice: 12
Jub & Aurora: 9
Brutrumukk: 8
Giant Constrictor Snake A: 4
Tsak: 4

[Assistant]
Jub the Peculiar

Seeing the constrictor attempt to chow down on Brutrumukk did not help Jub's nerves, and his mind was racing through all his possible options when he caught sight of Zavakri in his peripheral, cowering behind her large snail friend... who seemingly hadn't moved an inch since the fight began. The goblin gave an angry huff, as he swallowed back yet more goblin curses.

He also noticed Zavakri let loose a familiar spell on the other snake, three magical darts that easily hit their mark. Right. Magic Missile. Always hits its target. Not as flashy as a firebolt, but a guaranteed hit and far less likely to accidentally hit and set his friend alight. Taking a deep breath, he made the appropriate gestures as he summoned forth his own magic missile on the snake attacking Brutrumukk.

Magic missile damage on Giant Constrictor B = 4 x 3 = 12 force damage

[User]
Hither
Slanty Tower

The magic missiles slam into the large Constrictor Snake that held Brutrumukk. The first missile causes the snake to lift its maw off of the bugbear, and hiss upwards to the sky, before he falls completely limp. Brutrumukk falls as he is freed from the grip, and he watches the snake fall to the ground.

Before anything else can be done to the snake, the corpse grays and solidifies. Somehow...that snake corpse turned to stone!

Jub kills Snake B! It rolled a 1 upon its death, because...reasons. ;)

Krog is up next!

Then @rush99999 goes after them.

Gabriel & Zavakri: 17
Giant Constrictor Snake B: 15
Bob: 14
Warning Voice: 12
Jub & Aurora: 9
Brutrumukk: 8
Giant Constrictor Snake A: 4
Tsak: 4

[Assistant]
The flash of geometric and mathematical formulas caught Aurora of guard. She realized after a fashion that the formulas were showing the best arc for an arrow to travel and strike the massive beat. Quiclky knocking another arrow, the elf pulled back the string lining the bow up with the formula. With a slight exhale Aurora loosed the arrow, watching it soar towards the giant snake.

Not wanting to be the snakes next target Rory backs up though still keep am eye on the snake.

After attacking Aurora moves 20 feet away from the tower to her right. To the east if we are treating the top of the map as north.

[User]
Brutrumukk

Between the wounds it had already sustained and the disorientation it had been left with by the balloon occupant's sneeze, the final snake didn't stand a chance as Brutrumukk leaped onto its back and finished it off by pulping the section of spinal cord just below its head. With the job done Brutrumukk lifted his morningstar to the sky and let loose one last bestial bellow before his rage finally faded. "Well that was fun." Brutrumukk commented chipperly as he put away his morningstar and pulled out his handaxe. "Anyone else in the mood fer some sliced snake after that fight? I know I am!"

[Assistant]
Hither
Slanty Tower

Before Brutrumukk starts hacking the snake corpse that didn't turn to stone, the voice from the basket calls out to them,

"A Ha! You have my most sincere gratitude, Good Sirs and Ladies! However, I'm afraid my troubles do not end with the demise of those serpents,"

He continues and informs them, "I, Sir Talavar, as one of the Summer Queen's loyal servants, ask that you free me. You see, I was in the midst of a daring escape from the vile Bavlorna Blightstraw when our balloon was set upon by an ill wind and sent plummeting to its current unfortunate location. My pilot, the honorable Wigglewog, did not survive. I've been trapped up here for a while now. Please, Help me. I must tell my Queen of the fall of Prismeer!"

[User]
Brutrumukk

When the voice spoke up, Brutrumukk paused just as he was about to behead the snake he had killed. Looking up at the tower, it seemed to Brutrumukk that reaching the balloon would be as simple as making his way up the interior and onto the roof. "I'll be up in a moment." Brutrumukk called back as he sheathed his handaxe. Leaving the dead serpent where it lay, Brutrumukk slowly made his way up the tower, all the while looking about for anything worth taking from the place.

[Assistant]
Hither
Slanty Tower

Brutrumukk walks up the spiral staircase to see that there is nothing of value in the tower. It seems like any possessions it had were taken a long time ago.

Once he reaches the roof, he is easily able to peer into the basket of the deflated hot air balloon. Brutrumukk sees a corpse of a frog humanoid lying at the bottom of the basket, wearing pilot's gear. Brutrumukk then finally sees the source of the voice speaking to them!

There, within a silver birdcage lying on its side on the floor of the basket, is a small, violet draconic being. He is wearing knight's gear and carries a sword by his side. He looks to you and greets, "Ah, there you are, Good Sir!"

[User]
Brutrumukk

"Good?" Brutrumukk asked, eyebrow arched in curiosity. "...I suppose I can be somethin' like that when it suits me... Stay put fer a bit. I'll be right with ya." With that said, Brutrumukk grabbed the frog corpse and searched it for valuables. Once he was done looting, Brutrumukk reached back into the basket and picked up the bird cage holding Sir Talavar. "So, you want some 'elp, do ya?" Brutrumukk asked. "An' what's in it fer me, eh? What do I get out o' that what would make me efforts worthwhile?"

[Assistant]
Jub the Peculiar

Jub gingerly approached the petrified serpent, reaching out and prodding it with his index claw before quickly retracting his hand, as if expecting it to spring back to life. He waited for a moment, arms over his face in a somewhat feeble attempt to shield himself. When the snake didn't seem to move or react, he slowly lowered his arms and shuffled closer to the constrictor. "How..." He looked over at the constrictor Brutrumukk had just slain and then back at the statue. "How in the hells did I...?" He trailed off and just looked down at his hands, blinking at them incredulously.

[User]
Hither
Slanty Tower

Brutrumukk doesn't really find anything of value on Wigglewog's body. Sir Talavar looks somewhat concerned with a raised eyebrow as he watches the bugbear loot the corpse first. He rights himself as Brutrumukk lifts up the cage and asks his question.

Composing himself, he clears his throat, and begins his answer, "Ah, yes! Don't you worry, Sir Bugbear, I am not one to snub any of the Rules established in Prismeer. Especially not the Rule of Reciprocity!"

He continues, "Upon freeing me from this cage, I will give you my prized sword, blessed by the Summer Queen herself,"


[System]
Age: 37

Gender: Male

Bio: Before the complete obliteration of order, society and life as everyone knew it, Quinn was just a contractor going from site to site, just making enough money to make each mortgage repayment and keep his wife and kids fed. Suffice it to say, he no longer needed to worry about his mortgage, and his family would never eat again. After at least a year of aimless wandering, Quinn's humanity had shed to the point where he became a recruit for the Blood Army.
In the years to come, he found himself a perpetrator of atrocity and hatred that left the scars on his body looking pale in comparison to the ones on his soul.

Time came when his fragile mind could no longer be held together by acts of violence and in a fit of tormented rage, he attempted to desert the Blood Army. It was a long night of heated pursuit, but eventually Quinn managed to scrap his way tooth and nail away from them. Not without them leaving a permanent mark on him. A combination of a hunting knife, a vicious dog and a grenade had left him short one eye, an arm torn open and a hideous burn to the left side of his face (though in a morbid twist of fate, the burn he sustained aided the cauterization of his gaping eye wound).
In the following days stumbling through the wastes in a septic daze, he eventually collapsed along the path of a traveling caravan. The goodly folk cared for him and nurtured him as much as they could.
He traveled with them for a time, before deciding that they were better off without the danger he would bring them.

Personality: Quinn is a man who says little, yet never minces his words. He's a very cold, closed-off man. The type of guy who has lost everything twice over, so tries to gain as little as possible.
Clinging to his oldest habits, Quinn is not at all above a bit of honest labour to pay his way. A life of hard work left him with a good physique and has managed to keep him from feeling his age too much.
He has been trying to atone for all the terrible things he did as a member of the Blood Army, and will often help those in need almost unconditionally.

Gear:
-Weapon 1 (optional): A simple colt revolver, chambered with .44 rounds.

-Weapon 2 (optional): A machete, equally useful for utility and combat.

-Clothing: All of Quinn's clothing is quite tattered and bears evidence of numerous repairs. A pair of heavy combat boots, sturdy jeans, a simple tee and a very crude yet heavy duty poncho, a strip of which has been cut off to fashion a face wrapping which covers his missing eye and the burn he sustained to that side of his face.

-Items: A set of basic tools (screwdrivers, wrench, hammer etc.), a pair of spare bootlaces, 17 rounds of .44 ammunition (including what's already chambered), a water skin, simple flashlight and a rucksack.

Role: Quinn is a drifter, who doesn't like to remain tethered to any place for too long. He makes his way from settlement to settlement, offering his skills and services as a contractor to whoever may need repairs or handy work done. Sometimes, an assassination may be requested. Quinn tends to turn these offers down...most of the time.

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Jess sat on the back of a tall light brown stallion, a thick coil of rope wrapped tightly about her throat; its end secured to a rather thick branch. Three men standing about the tree each armed with guns of their own, along with her silver plated revolvers; her hands bound behind her back by the wrists with rope as well a small two inch knife sliding across the rope slowly cutting into it. Her lips lifted up into an unworried smirk, a fourth unarmed man standing to the left of the large horse had his hands over his head being held at gunpoint by one of the three would be hangers; the leader of the tiny band raising his voice up while staring at Jess.

"You won't be getting away this time, any last words?"

She turned her head squinting softly into the suns setting rays, looking as if she was in deep thought; looking back towards the man to her left then at the leader of the group. Raising her own voice her southern accent obvious and well fitting her appearance, wearing simple steel toed boots, a pair of brown pants, a white button up dotted with muck and a leather sleeveless vest which buttoned in the center.

"Well shit, Jose I never was much of a poet."

The man unamused by her calm demeanor and lack of fear began to count down from three, his unoccupied second raising his hand just over the hind quarters of the horse ready to send it running off and Jess to a short drop and her death, but as soon as he got to three the man with the gun to his head suddenly burst into action. Grasping the barrel of the pistol against his head and twisting it towards the holder, his instinct to pull the trigger leading to his own death; exactly as she managed to slice through her bonds. The man to her left tossing the pistol quickly into her open hand, with a single pull of the trigger the leader of the group hit the ground; his blood spraying from the wound in a light mist. The final captor firing two rounds into Jess' accomplice the stallion bolting from beneath her causing the rope to constrict around her throat, body swinging wide straight into the final man; Jess rapidly wrapped her legs around his upper torso pressing the pistol into his skull and reliving him of his brain.

Her body of course still hung from the tree, dropping the gun and grasping at the extended rope trying to slice through the thick rope with the tiny blade; grunting and kicking her feet around in an attempt to catch the tree trunk, her motions getting slower and slower as her face went red. The knife slipping from her grasp as her arms dropped, head slouching as she lost consciousness; swinging slowly in the breeze before the rope gave way its fibers unable to hold her full weight as she had sliced almost half way through the rope. Jess' body hitting the ground with a solid thud, the noose still coiled around her throat though no longer choking her; her lungs expanding to welcome the air eyes bolting open as she sat up looking around at the bodies around her. Standing slowly, leaning against the tree as she pulled the rope off her neck its tightness having left rope burn all the way around her neck; Lily walked over to the former leader and pulled both her revolvers from his gun belt. The silver plating glinting in the sun as she tucked them under her arms, grasping her Winchester from where it balanced against the tree; sitting down with her back pressed to its thick trunk closing her eyes for a moment the rifle cradled in her arms.

[Assistant]
Celty grabbed her rifle, popping the clip out first just so everyone would feel safer, and shouldered her gun. "He's right. We're sitting ducks if we stay here. No one was on my trail that I know of, but by the looks of it you guys had a bit of fun."

She gave a quick smirk then placed the clip back into her gun. "I'm ready. It's your call officer." Celty joked a little with a slight smile. Standing there she was the shortest of all three of them. It made her feel almost like a kid, so she stood on her toes for a moment. "Damn, you guys are tall."

[User]
Jake nodded and called for everyone to gather around him. After everyone was listening, he pointed behind him. Behind him was the unexplored area of the field that eventually led to the next city, the city's faint outline visible as daylight shined. Jake smiled a bit, trying to stay positive.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. We need to get moving. I suggest we head to Gainsville and scavenge around and possibly stay the night there if it gets to that. Any objections or suggestions?" He asked, waiting for a response before looking to Quinn for his input.

[Assistant]
Quinn nodded approval of the plan.
"If it gets to that. The key now is distance. We left a lot of bodies back in town. The blood army won't just let that go."
Gainsville wasn't a terribly large town, but it was close, if they could reach it before nightfall they would have to get indoors as quickly as possible. Otherwise they'd have to take their chances roughing it in the field. The night shamblers didn't really do much outside of the cities or other populated areas, which was something.
Quinn frowned, anxious for the group to be on their way. He knew they Blood Army would begin closing in soon, and he had no desire to see them again.

****

The squad of soldiers stood before the still burning ruins in the city. Colonel Vex stood expressionless as he gazed down at the shredded bodies of the dead. His troops stood passively behind him, tensely waiting for his next order.
In a sudden blur of motion, Vex charged forward with a roar, grabbing a mutilated cadaver with one hand and hurling it effortlessly into the rubble where it splattered sickeningly, and blood sizzled as it hit the fires.
"I'm not letting you get away again, Quinn!" He roared to the empty streets of the city.
He stomped away, back to their convoy, "Fall in! We're going hunting!"
The Blood Army soldiers piled into their vehicles and thundered through the city streets. Vex looked on ahead through a veil of crimson rage.

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Celty looked at Quinn with a slight bit of surprise. "You guys actually ran into the Blood Army? I've only heard stories. By the sounds of it, I'm fortunate." she shook her head slightly thinking of the others she had been with who had run ins with the Blood Army. They didn't make the army sound fantastic at all. "They must be a real joy, huh?" Celty said sarcastically smirking slightly.

She had her back on her shoulder ready to go, already by the door, when everyone else was. She was anxious to get moving. Staying in one spot too long, or longer than a day, bugged her. She felt uneasy every time she did so. But it made her happy to be moving on from this place, with a group!

Being with other people did make her feel safer to an extent, but also made her more aware of her surroundings and who she was with. Getting to know the group would be a priority if she was going to stay with them.

[Assistant]
Alyssa nodded as she herd the response though she didn't reply. She didn't know what to say exactly. After a few minutes, she slumped down into her original sitting position. She had so many thoughts going through her head that she couldn't seem to just shake them off. She laid her head against the side of the desk beside her. She promised herself that she wouldn't fall asleep in her mind, but her words soon contradicted themselves as her eyes closed on her.

(Her dream)  The bare trees glowed a sure sign that winter was coming. Along with it coming the chilly, and soon the snow, but without knowing the next season that comes after- the day was perfection. Colorful leaves scattered around the ground, shining in the afternoon sun and hiding the plain grass that had been seen all summer and had now lost its interesting factors.

The brown haired girl stood on the sidewalk, pulling down the sleeve of her sweatshirt so it covered her hand as a gust of wind came along. Her hair that was left down danced in it, along with the leaves as they scurried down the empty road. She took a step forward, as she eyed around. In one of the yards that surrounded her there was a brother and a sister. The boy around nine and the girl around seven years old. They rolled around, and chased each other, there laughter and giggling filled the air. In the house across the street a old man sat on his swing drinking something. At another house there was a person raking there garden as there wife was inside cooking apple pie. On a bench in front of the neighborhood park sat a couple who were talking. At the park there were kids swinging and running around as there parents watched them.

She blinked and in a flash everything changed.

She looked around, but was blinded by the droplets falling from the sky- but they weren't clear, instead a bright red color. She held out her hand to touch one half expecting it to be acid, but instead it just rested on her hand. She eyed it surprised but at the same time wondering what in the world it was. She paused as she stared at her hand, till the thought of what it was somehow came to her mind. Blood.

She jumped back, and wiped it on her jeans. Instead of staining them, they dissipated into nothing. She looked around, the laughter disappeared and instead were replaced with lifeless moving less body's that seemed to surround her. There were hundreds of them that lied there motionless. Among them she saw her friends, and her family. She ran over to them, tried to shake them and felt there pulses, but again and again there was nothing. She fell onto her knees as tears flew out of her eyes.

Behind her a man with a gun stood. He held it to the girls head. " Look around, this is all your fault." She eyed the man that held the gun, a face she recognized but not the same voice. It was Quin. She stared at him but quickly looked back down. Instead of her family laying there it was the members of the group she was apart of, bullet wounds in each of their heads.

She heard a 'boom' and it ended.

She woke up, the morning sun in her face. She looked around. 'She wasn't on a street' she reminded herself taking a deep breath in. A couple of tears streamed down her face. ' Its not real, it can't be real.' She thought to herself. She had a dream similar to that multiple times but this time it was worst. She raised her elbow and wiped the droplets off her face. She didn't have time for this. She drove the dream in the back of her head and forced herself to stand up. She walked over to where Jake was calling everyone listening to the conversation. She nodded, but she didn't exactly know where the town Gainsville was. "Sounds good. " She stated.

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Quinn swiveled around to look at Alyssa, before quickly deciding that might not be a great idea. He hadn't felt it before last night, but now that the truth had been revealed, whenever he looked at her he got violent flashes in his head.
Sweat. Blood. Tears. A knife. Begging. Pleading. Howling. Laughing. LeftHookRightHookThunderSilence....repeat...
He was sure of it now. He was sure it had been him. There was no denying it. The callous thing would be to deny it, claim ignorance, but that wouldn't be right. Rather, the right thing to do would be ignore it for now.
Deal with the very real, very present threat to the group and try not to reflect on the path that led him to them. Quinn had never much cared for the idea of a deeper meaning or a larger plan. He had always been a simple man with no need for those kind of ponderous musings.

Time and tragedy changes all. In an incredibly morbid twist, that was something he and Alyssa shared. That quiet revelation sent a chill shooting down his spine.
He turned instead to Celty.
"Fingers crossed your fortunes don't run out, and they cover all our asses. Don't count on them though. We'll encounter them sooner or later."


[System]
True mastery of oneself can only be reached by controlling both one's strength and weakness. That is my way.
Nickname: Tsuki
Alias: The Cloud that Shadows the Moon

Gender: Female

Age and date of birth: 15 y/o, April 10

Appearance: Tall and very thin, with the violet eyes and mouthful of pointed teeth that mark a member of the Hozuki clan. Unlike others in the clan, however, her skin is tanned and her waist-length hair is a dark blonde. Usually wears the standard Konoha uniform with a grey, striped jacket (once worn by the Second Mizukage) over it, wrapped tightly around her and closed in front of her face.

Sexuality: Lesbian

Parents: Shiro Hozuki (mother) and unknown Hidden Cloud Village ninja

Length and build: 5'10", slim to the point of appearing frail.
Weight: 112 lb.

Favorite weather and season: The wild thunderstorms of late summer

Village: Konohagakure
Birthplace: Kirigakure
Organization: Shinobi Forces

Clan/Bloodline: Hozuki Clan

Rank: Genin

Chakra Nature: Water/Lightning

Personality: Shingetsu is a highly disciplined ninja, determined to prove her worth and claim her place among the Land of Water's elite despite being an illegitimate child. She keeps up a fierce attitude toward strangers, seeing everyone around her as a challenger, but quickly warms to those who show her respect. She remains a woman of few words, however, preferring to let her actions speak for her.

History: Shingetsu was born a pariah in Kirigakure, abandoned by her family as the child of an illicit union. She was able to scrape by on the streets by imitating the young ninja of her village and undertaking "missions" to find food and shelter. When she turned 12, she decided she'd had enough of the city. She broke into the Hozuki clan home, stole two relics from past members of the clan, and left for whatever village she came to first. Thus, she arrived in Konohagakure and somehow managed to talk the village's jonin into accepting her as a student.

Theme Song: Eastern Mystical Dream ~ Ancient Temple
Battle Theme: Bloody New Moon

Weapons/Items: Kiba, Razor Webs, lightning kunai

Name of Weapon or Item: Kiba
Description: It is a pair of swords, each with slim and straight double-edged blades. Both blades also have an upward-curved bladed prong near the tip of one side of the blade and another one near the base of the blade's other side. They each have been imbued with lightning, displaying enhanced cutting power in a manner similar to the high-frequency vibrations of lightning-based chakra flow. These blades can channel the user's own respective lightning techniques or conduct natural lightning. As long as there is natural lighting to access, the user can battle continuously without tiring and launch lightning from the sky to strike anywhere within a large area.

Note: Shingetsu is largely unaware of the blades' abilities, and currently can only use them as normal swords.

Name of Weapon or Item: Razor Webs
Description: Long, razor-thin wires that can be woven between obstacles to catch unwary targets with a deadly surprise. Easily spotted in the open, but shadows or mist can make them nearly invisible.

Skills/Abilities: Has excellent control of her Hydrification ability and jutsu that rely on it, but is easy to predict in open combat. Also a bit clumsy with taijutsu techniques.

Special Traits: Affinity for the Swords of the Mist

Kekkei Genkai: Hydrification Technique

Traits/Abilities of Kekkei Genkai: The user can transform all or part of their body into water, and move about with ease.

Canon Jutsu: Water Gun Technique, Water Bullet Technique, Water Clone Technique, Water Formation Wall, Wave of Inspiration

Custom Jutsu: None yet

Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:

Note: All techniques in this section are currently unknown to Shingetsu.
Exploding Water Colliding Wave
Hiding in Mist
Water Prison Technique

Mao no Kagami
He seems far too detached to be leader, but he is incredibly skillful and more disciplined than he appears. I am interested to see what skills he passes down to his squad.

Shingetsu Hozuki
Let's not talk about my self-esteem.

Satoru Yamada
We have so much in common... So why does he irritate me so much?

Nagisa Hana
Nagisa-sensei is... cool. In every possible way. I'm really glad I got assigned to her team, because I feel like I could learn a lot from her. (It doesn't hurt that she's super-hot, either.)

Tao Mei
He's pretty good to have on the team. He's really big on coming up with these combination moves, and some of them sound pretty useful. I like his enthusiasm, if nothing else.

Ozuko Matabi
I must say, it feels good to have someone else around with ties to Kirigakure. He's a bit prideful, but it drives him to improve himself. I can respect that.

Asuka Koizumi
She's elegant and composed, almost to a fault. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side, but I think we get on well enough.

Daichi Uchiha
The heir to an elite clan... it makes me a bit jealous that he has what I should have. Still, I can't fault him for being highborn. I don't know him well enough to judge him for myself.

Seiji Onoda
I know a tough-guy act when I see one. I feel like we could be friends, if only he'd let me past that shell of his.

Nori Inuzuka
He seems like a good person... I wish I could say the same for that dog of his.

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Ah shit! Ozuko cursed to himself as their sensei countered Tao's attack with what was basically a smokescreen and he found himself unable to see where their mentor was now. This wasn't how he pictured the plan starting off and now he had to worry about getting beat by his sensei before he could even do anything of note. Ozuko was shocked at the speed of which she appeared in front Tao and knocked the boy away with a palm technique. He had to do something to get out of this smoke before he was attacked next and cursed again.

"Screw this! Time to wing it" he said to himself and he quickly made the appropriate hand signs for a technique. There was only one way he could out of this smoke without being seriously roughed up by their sensei and he was using it.

"Ninja Art: Whac-A-Mole technique!" he shouted and almost immediately dropped into the ground beneath him. Ozuko knew where he would reappear and planned to try and grab the bells off of the cat so that the fight didn't last for too long. He suddenly came out of the ground in front of Lee and quickly reached out with his hand in an attempt to grab the bells on the cat at fast speed. What the cat wouldn't know is that if he managed to avoid his grab, Ozuko would try to make some kind of contact with Lee in order to place a seal on the creature.

Come on all I need is to make contact and he'll be under my Gravity Release technique, he thought himself and hoped that his plan would work. Ozuko also hoped that his teammates weren't defeated while he made his attempt to swipe the bells from the cat. If it did come down to just him and his sensei then he would give the fight all that he had to try and win.

[Assistant]
Seiji Onoda

Faced with his first test, Seiji tried to focus as the pace of events began to speed up. Kyoko-Sensei led Squad 13 to a training field and Seiji immediately took in his surroundings. It was a large open field that was surrounded by trees on one side and large boulders on the other side. Kyoko announced that this test could be the difference between becoming a genin or going back to the Academy and this caught Seiji's attention. There was no way in hell he was going to go back to that place, he had come too far and tried too hard to become a genin.

Once Kyoko explained the test Seiji was already forming a plan in his head, he was a lot smarter than he let on. He preferred to fight tactically instead of winging it and rushing in head on. In fact he despised people who acted so stupidly, acting that way could not only get you but your whole squad killed. Then, ironically, Nori went off and attacked Kyoko head on.

"Wait you idiot!" Seiji called out to his teammate in an attempt to bring him back into formation with Daichi and himself but it was too late. The only good thing that could come out of this was learning how Kyoko fought. He'd wait for Nori to get his ass handed to him and then he would tell them his plan.

As Nori went head-to-head with a jounin Seiji observed quietly, analyzing how Kyoko fought. She used Lightning Style Techniques, and used chakra to enhance her strength, and she also seemed to be a close range fighter. He had yet to see any long ranged jutsu aimed at himself or Daichi. After Nori's second attempt to get the bells he finally stopped.

Now was the time to make a move.

Seiji produced three pellets from one of his pouches and threw them in front of Nori and Mame. Smoke began pouring out, obscuring everything in front of Kyoko. Before he went to grab Nori he turned to Daichi and said, "Find cover behind a boulder, we need to make a plan." Then, in a flash Seiji took off, trying to get this done as fast as possible. He grabbed Nori and pushed him to his feet and prayed that stupid mutt would follow. "Move quickly, we need to find cover in the rocks and make a plan fast."

Once they had made it to cover Seiji would go over his plan with them. Hopefully Kyoko wouldn't rush them or they would have to split up and wing it. If Kyoko doesn't do that then Seiji would say, "okay I have a plan. Nori, you and I will take on Kyoko at close range while Daichi stays back. We'll keep her occupied while you wait for an opening. Use one of your long ranged jutsu and we'll get out your way and hopefully it hits. If it does I'll go in for the bells. There's no way she can handle all three of us at the same time. Sound good?"

Hopefully this works, Seiji thought to himself.

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Nori Inuzaka

Nori rubbed on the bruise that formed on his cheek as he eyed down Kyoko-Sensei. "If I knew you hit that hard Sensei, I would've thought up a better plan!" Nori smiled at Kyoko-Sensei before looking back at his fellow squad mates. Seiji seemed to grab something out of his pouch, after a couple seconds Seiji threw what was in his hands towards the gap that separated Nori and Kyoko. When the objects hit the ground, they exploded in a giant ball of smoke. 'Sm-.. Smoke Pellets?' Nori thought for a second, 'Why would h-..' Nori's thoughts were cut off by someone pulling him to his feet. "Move quickly, we need to find cover in the rocks and make a plan fast."

Nori turned to see Seiji swiftly run behind one of the many boulders located on the one side of the training ground. Nori picked Mame up off the ground and quickly followed Seiji towards the meeting point. When Nori got around the boulder, he got on one knee and set Mame on the ground. Nori leaned back against the boulder, as he stated his analysis of Kyoko. "She is not human. Tha-... That one punch I took from her was one hundred times harder than any punch I took at the academy." Nori chuckled to himself slightly as he looked around, "If you have any good ideas, I'm all ears."

"Okay I have a plan. Nori, you and I will take on Kyoko at close range while Daichi stays back. We'll keep her occupied while you wait for an opening. Use one of your long ranged jutsu and we'll get out your way and hopefully it hits. If it does I'll go in for the bells. There's no way she can handle all three of us at the same time. Sound good?" Nori listened to the plan closely, and almost face palmed on the spot. 'Why couldn't I think of that, There is no way she can handle all three of us.' Nori nodded in agreement to the plan, "Seeing as there isn't another option, I'm down. Can't go any worse than the one on one I tried with her." Nori gave out another small smile before he undid his pouch and pulled out a single Kunai. "Ready when you are."

[Assistant]
Nagisa Hana

Upon hearing Tao warning the others to get out of the smoke cloud she'd created, Nagisa casually pulled out another cigarette and lit it, bored out of her mind that someone wasn't making a move. This kids... she thought with a sighs none of them seemed to be doing anything yet. She could see them, even through the thick cloud of smoke, and they all seemed to be waiting for something. It wasn't like she was moving around or anything. All she was doing was standing there, and still they hesitated. She'd needed to surely teach these three not to be afraid.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Shingetsu slowly melt into the ground, an odd sight indeed, but at least it was something. No later did Ozuko suddenly shout out a technique and also drop into the ground. She rolled her eyes then and crossed her arm. "You three are seriously boring me." she said, her tone quite irritated. As Ozuko would appear in front of what he thought was Lee, the small ninneko would suddenly change shape in a small poof, revealing a clone of Nagisa's. "Silly of you to think once a smokescreen was put up, Lee would just stay in the same spot. Come on. Use your head." the clone would say, giving the orange haired boy a light chop on his head before vanishing. The real Nagisa, standing at the center of the clearing, spoke up then.

"Right now, none of you are impressing me enough to want to teach you anymore. Come on, else I'll send all of you back to the Academy. Either one of you make a move, or I will."

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Shingetsu melted back into the water and followed her trail back underneath Nagisa's position. She arrived just in time to hear the words, "make a move."

That was all she needed.

In another moment, she shot forth from the ground, still in liquid form and bringing several torrents of water shooting from the ground with her. As she reached the apex of her jump, she looked down at Nagisa and brought the main column of water crashing down toward her.

If this works, it should disable her Fire Release, at the very least. Hopefully it'll take her out of the fight for a bit. If not, I should still have her on the run.

She looked back at Tao, who was a safe distance away from the surging waters.

Hopefully the other two can handle this... I don't think I can hold off a jonin for long, even with my advantages.