[System]
Appearance:

Race: Human
Class: Engineer
Main-Hand Weapon: Repeater Crossbow*
Off-Hand Weapon: Toolbelt*
Secondary Weapon: Backpack*
Armor: Cloth
Skills:
Explosives Master: Kelvin is extremely skilled in the handling, use, and creation of explosive devices. Given supplies and a bit of time, Kelvin can improvise a wide variety of tricks and distractions using his skills, as well as disarm explosive traps.
Tinkerer: Kelvin possesses a lot of experience in tinkering and crafting odd things, and has a decent chance at disarming traps, as well as being more than capable of setting them himself on the fly.
Problem Solver: Because of his knowledge, Kelvin is capable of jury rigging and improvising his way through problems (often unconventionally) using both what he has on him, and random local resources. (Can 'observe' and 'search' areas and interact with the environment in advanced ways.)
Weaknesses:
Combatively Incompatible: Kelvin lacks in the close quarters skills, other than 'run fer y'ur life!'.
Half-deaf: Explosions and the like have left Kelvin deaf in one ear, as well as missing a pinkie.
Personality:
Over confident and domineering when it comes to his specialties, Kelvin represents one of those "Stand back and watch this" types of guys. (But really, if he tells you to stand back, there is likely a reason.) In combat, he tends to hang back and shoot from the back, and isn't afraid to run like the coward he really is. This guy tends towards the eccentric, but generally means well for all involved.
Background:
Not much to say, his father was a woodcarver and his mother a daughter of a hunter. Kelvin took interest in both crafts growing up, particularly enjoying making puzzle boxes and toying with the spring power found in bows. He dabbled in smithing for a bit, then alchemy, and finally found good mentor in a larger city. Now he is here.
Other:

Designed for shooting 'slugs' with a fast winding mechanism, making it more like a two step semi-automatic. Their short stature and heavy design make the bolts focus on the impact rather than penetration. As far as accuracy, this weapon's penetration range is maxed at about thirty meters.
4 Torches
Rope
Cord
10 metal stakes
4 Sticks of Dynamite
Bucket
Canvas Tarp
Stack of paper
String
1 Small keg of gunpowder
Extra crossbow darts
Hammer
Screwdrivers (3 sizes)
Shears
Flint & Steel
Chisel
Bear Trap
Pouch of crossbow darts

[User]
Separ
Separ woke up in a cold sweat as he realized he had just had a nightmare. Try as he might though he couldn't seem to remember anything about the dream at all though. All he could remember was that there was a training dummy he had been practicing on, but what had happened after that? Shaking his head Separ got out of bed to scared to fall back asleep for now, especially since they had been chased by the raiders before. Now was not a time to sleep, but a time to retreat and get away from this area. He quickly packed up his sleeping bag putting it into his tent, but waited to take down his tent for now to see how the others had been faring. Taking a glance around at where everyone was Separ quickly found Carver and strode up to him. "Sleep well last night?" He asked happily, unaware that there was now a new member of the team. Separ's stomach grumbled suddenly however. He had not gotten much of a chance to eat yesterday after the raid occurred, and while Separ felt a little bit better after his rest, he was now hungry and also a bit thirsty. "I don't suppose anyone has managed to procure some food before..." Separ paused for a moment trying to find the right words to say, but ultimately came up short. He instead just glanced to the side avoiding direct eye contact, muttering the name of the town that had just been destroyed instead, the town known as "Ravenwood."

[Assistant]
Vis heard the call for food, and staggered to his feet, Khat got up to try and help him but he gestured for her to stay down. He shambled over, exhausted from his on and off sleep and slightly tripping on rocks and roots as he staggered over to the small group. Once among them, he slipped off his pack and opened it up, reveling the stale loaves in the bag. he darted his hand in and broke off a pice for breakfast, "I had inithially boughth enough for our original group, but I'd be glad to share with the new comers form my bread," He broke off a piece from his loaf and presented it to the new comer, the one who had foretold of his turing daughter and in a sharp hiss, he whispered to hm, throwing his voice into the man's ear so only he could here, "You bether noth thake her money, that is her hath and if you do, I'll thake it back and then some." He thrust the bread into the man's hand and staggered off, even more exhausted then before, he returned to Khat and collapsed by her side.

"Did you get me any?"

"You thtill have the chunk from yestherday, finish thath."

[User]
Arastoph rolled his eyes at the child. Was the thing brain-damaged? Actively walking up to a group of strangers, and then sleeping next to the largest man there? And then this... this thing, this cretin has the audacity to look at him and trying to decipher meaning of his own existence? Labeling him as evil? Nay, evil was subjective. But even amongst subjectivity, mankind was the true evil of the world. He was just now labeled evil by an ignorant little child, when he was the product shaped by mankind's hand. He pointed out the young girl that had come through last night and asked if they were together (an absurd assumption, obviously, as helmets do not associate knights of the same order). This grabbed the attention of the girl, and she too had approached.

She had marched towards him, her face angry and her eyes were literally glowing. His hand subtlety moved to touch the grip of his stiletto out of suspicion.

"Born into this world, pure and yet hated." She said. Arastoph blinked. The girl continued, "To attune for crimes never committed. A full life never to live."

At this moment, Arastoph was slightly disturbed, and very much irritated. He scolded, "if you wouldn't mind, the both of you can keep the preposterous divinations to yourselves."

The girl, once appearing angry, looked soft. Then subsequently neutral. Surely there was some damage in this one, much as there was in the child. However, she did something unexpected; she motioned towards the hat resting on Arastoph's shoulders, which was kept from falling with a last-minute modification made of a strip of wool. She showed him a coin purse and nudged. Ah, so already there was a business prospect? Interesting.

Unfortunately, there was more than one monkey in the group. Another one, the one with the glowing eye (who Arastoph had assumed had no reason to distrust him, and though he was simply being an ass) approached him with some bread and used a peculiar skill that made his voice sound as though it was right next to his ear. Granted, not expecting the speech impediment present in the half-elf's voice caused the trader to miss most of what he was trying to tell him. But the general message was clear: "don't take the money, or else". Arastoph rolled his eyes. He played out the scenario in his head. This man walks up to a merchant, tells him not to conduct business appropriately as the merchant is wont to do, and threatens the merchant if he does. Arastoph simply laughed to himself softly. He didn't fear a crippled monkey, especially not one so harebrained, and especially not in the presence of the paladin, Carver. While they may have gotten off on the wrong foot, he was sure that Carver wouldn't let anything happen outside of what he deemed moral regardless of who was the victim.

He overheard the girl asking the fool for more bread. An entertaining idea entered his head, that selling the piece of bread offered to him to the girl would be the ultimate dismissal of his threats. That and he didn't trust food handed to him by strangers. Especially by a stranger who had threatened him. If poison were the case, giving it to the girl would sure draw him out on his intentions. But in the case of taking these people's money, Arastoph had no qualms. He didn't identify with them. He wasn't one of them. He was a merchant. One who fabricated a life lost. He didn't owe these people anything. Perhaps he'd sell the bread after he dealt with the girl and the hat.

'Conducting business is how I've lived my life, and that isn't going to change because a jumped-up elf got pissy. These people are as much patrons as anyone else.'

Despite the warning, Arastoph accepted the whole coin purse into his hand, and began counting the pieces. Not too terrible much, but he was surprised to find this kind of pocket money in a group of vagabonds like this one. He counted up a total of a hundred sixty-five pieces. Not bad. The hat may not be worth that much, but none of these people knew that. They couldn't determine the value of an item like he could.

"One hundred and sixty-five pieces?" Arastoph asked, sounding somewhat pleased. "That isn't a bad offer. Though this hat and its craftsmanship does seem rather valuable. I apologize, but I think I could probably fetch a better price someplace else. Perhaps even in the next town over."

[Assistant]
Suki wanted to laugh as she saw the interaction between the merchant and the rest. Covering her momentary lapse with a light cough, she set her expression to as neutral of an appearance as possible. Despite her efforts, the corners of her mouth still quirked up slightly.

This merchant was just like the rest of the merchants she 'played' with. Getting everything as cheaply as possible, before burning the other party for as much gold as possible. It was similar to how she easily received 'gifts' from men for doing just a small 'service'.

"She's probably the only one you can try that on."

With a bemused tone, she couldn't help but to comment on the merchant's actions.

[User]
Alula twiddled her thumbs anxiously once Arastoph finally took her coin purse. Before the man could acknowledge her money, however, Vis came over. Even with the half-elf attempting to conceal his voice, Alula could hear him. Blame it on her being rather perceptive, or because she is used to hearing whispers in her ears. But Vis had threatened the merchant, much to Alula's dismay. She resisted the urge to glare at the half-elf as he returned over to his tree.

In reality the last thing anyone would want to do it threaten a merchant.

She tried to keep her expression neutral when the man counted out her money, and said it was more expensive then that. It was obvious that Alula was in distress, however. Hazy eyes widened and her hands began to twitch again. She thought quickly about everything she owned. She needed to keep her staff, it was her only way of moving as well as casting. She bent over, slightly awkwardly because of her crippled leg, and took off her sandals. They had tiny pictures of moons and stars stitched into the canvas. They looked well worn, but maybe they would sweeten the deal.

Alula then patted down her sides. She could feel her knife through her robes. She reached into her robes and pulled the knife off of her belt. It was a beautiful dagger, iridescent paint shining in the sun, but she never found herself using it in combat. She knew the knife was important to her, or at least that's what the voices told her, but her hat was more important.

She held the sandals and the dagger out to the merchant, trying to keep the desperation out of her eyes. She got the horrible feeling that this might not be enough either. But that was everything she owned. Alula glanced around at her companions. Most of them were broke already.

[Assistant]
Kelvin bolted upright in the tent, looking around hesitantly. Had that been a dream, or reality? He closed his eyes, rehearsing it in his mind a few times so it wouldn't fade so quickly as dreams normally do. It was strange. Kelvin waved aside the tent flap and glanced out to make sure no one was near before turning away and sliding off his glove. There it was. It made no sense to him though. The engineer examined the writing closely, and flexed his grip. It didn't seem to make much difference, so he pulled the glove on and gathered his gear, tying the sleeping roll to his pack.

That finished, rolled up the gnome's sleeping gear as well and hauled it out of the tent after him, turning to repack the tent- the most important part of breaking camp was efficiency. That done, he turned and moved to each of the unoccupied tents, rerolling bedding and taking down tents as he went. He put any misplaced possessions in a small pile next to the other piles, one of tents and one of sleeping gear.

Of course, while he did this, he could see what was going on in the background. The girl was up and flirting. It was like she lived off of it. Though it was entertaining to see the merchant turn her away, with more success than Kelvin managed. The elf looked like he had been dragged through the underworld and back, and acted like it too. Kelvin grimaced and tossed the last sleeping roll he had been working on onto the pile. It would be a shame to make separ carry all of it, though Kelvin did have one sleeping roll on him.

It wasn't until the fool seer held out her sandals and dagger that Kelvin swept in. A slight grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he did so though. He hadn't worked in the merchant sector for a blacksmith and chemist for nothing. Kelvin put a hand over the sandals and knife, pushing the girls hands back towards her. "Oh, come now, there is no need for that." He offered a smile the merchant. "See, we are a bit busy, and don't have much on us. But we do need our equipment. I see you are a savvy man, so why don't you join our crew?" Kelvin waved his hand at the other companions. "None of us are great bargainers, and it would be nice if we had someone who could manage our funds. You can take care of equipment, and we'll let you handle the trades." Kelvin shrugged. "Besides, say you need funds to get back on your feet? Why not earn it from us. I am sure you can turn over plenty of cash if you stick around." He nodded at the coins in the other man's hand. "Consider that a down payment for your services… Though I am sure that both Carver, the elf, and the seer would be appreciative if you gave her hat back as a sign of good will."

Kelvin hoisted his pack a bit. "Anyway, with that put to the side, I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me in a more… lucrative business venture? As you can see, I am a bit of a craftsman..." Kelvin raised an eyebrow and twirled a stick of dynamite.


[System]
Age: 19
Role: Reincarnation of the Monkey Monk
Preferred Weapon: Throwing Knives, (Knives in general)
Personality: She acts kind and amicable, but is generally very cold to people, and doesn't like them getting too close. Her first priority is herself, and the people she cares about (a very small list), and she's willing to do literally anything to accomplish her dreams and goals. Treats people like pawns, not to their face, of course.
Bio: To be revealed, but she betrayed many people for her dreams.
Appearance:  She's actually kind of short, 5' 5" but typically wears a brown cloak, and a belt to hold her knives.

[User]
His feet pounded across the ground, carrying him quickly around the park. Yue was out for his morning run, one that he took every morning at exactly the same time. Most people ran when they got up, before they went to work. Yue had to run after. He worked as a bouncer at a local club, he was tall, fit, and had an eyepatch. It was the perfect job for somebody like him. So why did he run in morning, right after his shift? Well because he was just that disciplined. He had the self control to be able to keep up his morning workouts, despite the recent job change. Most people would just collapse into their beds after working a night shift, but not him.

It was almost 8 in the morning, nearly time to head back. Yue had been out here for about an hour, he had been running full speed for the past ten minutes or so. He had worked up a good sweat and was panting, with his tongue sticking out. He let himself rest for a few minutes, hands resting on his knees, just breathing. Sometimes, he half expected to hear somebody yelling at him for stopping, forcing him to continue until he dropped. Sometimes he had to remind himself that he had left the temple when he was eighteen, went to live life the way he wanted to. He still carried the skills, the discipline, and many of the things he had been taught. But he got to do things the way he wanted to, not the way people told him he should do.

Once his breathing had gone back to normal, Yue collected his bag and took a drink of water. Then he took off at a light jog, now it was time to head home and sleep for a little while. He was halfway there, just passing by the college, someplace he would never be caught dead in, when he realized he still had one more thing to do. A sigh escaped his lips, he was out of milk, again. Well, at least he remembered BEFORE he ran past the convenience store this time. He didn't like going without milk for very long, so despite the fact that he was sweaty and gross, he would stop by there before he headed home.

[Assistant]
"Hurry up, Junko. We're gonna' leave without you if you don't hurrrrryyyyyy." An almost annoying high-pitched voice called from the entrance area of Junko's house. It's owner, a girl with pink tied back hair, and another girl, whose dark, blue-tinted hair covered her eyes just about completely and in the back fell to around her shoulders, stood in the entrance waiting for their friend.

"S-sorry! I'm coming down now." Junko called back feebly as she threw on her school uniform and looked through her schoolbag to double check for her materials.

Downstairs, the pink-haired girl continued, "If you don't hurry, Yuri here is going to be punished." Pointing her finger into the other girl's shoulder.

"I'm coming down nooooow!" Junko yelled as she came hastily out of her room and headed down the stairs. "Just don't do anything mean to Yuri!"

Yuri stared down the pink-haired girl for a few seconds before speaking, "Who was punishing who again, Kanae?" Even without seeing Yuri's eyes, Kanae knew when there was that occasional evil intent coming from her friend.

"Punish? I do-do-don't know what you're talking about Yuri." Kanae replied as she turned just in time for the two to see Junko slip on the last step of the stairs and pretty much making a faceplant. "Ouch. You okay?" Kanae was just glad for the distraction.

"Owie." Junko muttered as she started to stand up again, but not before Yuri was by her side helping out. "Thanks, Yuri." With the help of the other girl she stood up. Her face still stung a little, but nothing damaging. "Let's go before we're late!"

It was early in the morning, but Junko wasn't sure about the time. She didn't carry a watch around and her parents didn't think she needed a cell phone yet claiming she'd just lose it, or some kid at school would steal it. That didn't really matter to her though. Her friends were there with her and she was ready for school now. "Any reason you were late today? Usually you're sitting in the entrance of your house getting your shoes on when we get there." Kanae asked. She didn't exactly break the silence, but that was the elephant walking right alongside them.

Junko wasn't completely sure, "I think I had a dream last night. . . No, it was a nightmare. Definitely scary. I woke up a few times, but I don't remember what exactly happened. I just remember a woman in it." Either from not knowing what to say, or perhaps just respect for her situation Yuri and Kanae simply nodded it off and let the issue go. It wasn't too long after that before the trio arrived at school albeit in silence.

"Well, I guess we're at least at school now." Junko commented while looking ahead with a slight smile. "Too bad you have a different class from us Kana-- Eeek!" Junko called out as a boy crashed into her and the two fell to the ground.

"Hey! Stupid girl! Watch where yer' standing!" He called out as he pushed himself up to complain more before realizing who he was talking to and practically jumping back. "I-I-I mean, pardon me?" He muttered barely enough for any of the three girls to hear.

Junko meanwhile silently stood up and dusted her skirt off giving off a light chuckle. Almost by instinct Yuri and Kanae walked towards the school, knowing what would happen at this point. "I think you just need to watch where you are going boy-o. Did your parents not teach you basic manners when you knock down a lady?" Threateningly, she start to crack her knuckles as she made a path straight towards the boy. There was practically a raging fire in her eyes as she slowly closed the distance though it finally when she was interrupted by the sound of the school bell. As if breaking a trance, the girl jumped and made dash towards the school. "Oh no! I can't be late for school again!" Relieved, the boy could only fall to his rear wanting a rest from practically avoiding a bullet.

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"Okay so let me get this straight. I go from being sent to a hot spot to being a body guard over the course of one night, forcing me to change flights last second because...?" Joshua said as he drove through the streets on a barrowed motorcycle, speaking into his helmet's Bluetooth.

"Two reasons. First off, the pay was better, believe it or not. And second, Mother worries about you." His sister Sakura said from the other side of the line. "Besides, you'll be guarding a girl around your age so..."

"I swear, if you finish that sentence, you will regret it when I get home. Sides, I'm not staying here for long am I? A week or two at best?"

"It's indefinite. Could be that, could be several years. Who knows."

"... Well shit." Joshua said before hanging up, not wanting to hear his sister pester him about the possibility of getting a girlfriend. Seriously, the chances of that happening with his occupation were very, very slim. He was likely going to die before he even reached 30, though it appeared his mother was trying her best to make sure that wasn't going to happen. Sighing, he turned a corner and continued his way until he arrived at the mansion his client lived that. After getting through the gate, he found a place to park his bike before getting off and placing his helmet on the handles. Tying his hair up, he entered the mansion and looked around, whistling at the sight. The people who owned this place must be loaded. No wonder the job paid well. Just as he went to examine a nearby painting, a servant arrived and took him to what looked like a study before telling him that a man named Raiden would be arriving shortly. Seeing as he would be doing some waiting, Joshua took a seat and took the opportunity to relax a little.

Yashia

[Assistant]
A large figure entered through the large study doors a few minutes after Joshua has arrived and made himself comfortable. The man was built enough to be considered in the most muscular man competition from the amount of rippling muscles that showed themselves through the probably very expensive black suit he had on. He adjusted some loose hair back in it's place as he stopped in front of Joshua looking down at him from his massive height of 6'11 "I take it your the bodyguard, the one I been assured is the best money can possibly buy...besides an army I suppose...I will cut to the Chase...I am Raiden armeshia Yashia. I am a very rich man for all the business I am in and own. You are here to stay with my eldest daughter for an unknown amount of time. I have a few rules one is try to do anything to her and I will personally make sure you are never found and the company you work for is erased off the face of this earth. Rule two, you are under MY orders not Amaya's. She will protest not needing anyone and stuff due to her kind nature she gets from her mother. And rule three, is the most obvious one. Never allow anything to happen to her. Right now she is at the local animal shelter assisting with feeding the animals there before she heads to school  she does this everyday for some reason. Now go"he said. Being quick about Joshua's assignment as he snapped his fingers, summoning one of his servants to escort Joshua out without another word.

"There you go Annabell, you are all ready, all new banages and everything so don't mess with them or your leg will never heal" Amaya said gently to the small black haired puppy in her arms. She giggled when she received a sloppy kiss in response " I am going to take that as a thank you" she replied to herself setting the puppy back in it's cage so it could rest and get better..

[User]
The sheets twisted being slightly kicked of by the figure underneath them as they tossed and turned in a panic, a nightmare clutching at them but not able to wake from the dreamworld. The rapid breathing was starting to hitch, sweat pouring off their brow as tears rolled down tanned skin cheek like a waterfall before the person shot up with a scream of terror. The wide rust colored eyes searched desperately around the room for any sort of attacker in her hazed mind as it tried to catch up with what was going on. She panted hard, a hand clutched to her chest as she seemed to be having ghost pains from the nightmare she had just been in and she also needed to be sure it wasn't real, that she was fine. Chleo took a few moments to just calm herself, feeling embarrassed about the feeling of fear that was still clinging to her even though she was much calmer than when she had first awoken from her slumber. It was just a dream. A silly dream you barely even remember if any of it at all so why am I feeling this way. Get a hold of yourself, this is ridiculous!" she thought to herself, quickly swiping away the water on her face with her sleeve before looking to the clock, almost wanting to groan at the time it read. She had only been asleep for about three hours going on four and now thanks to the dream she had no desire to return to dreamland anytime soon. It was going to be a long work night and she was going to need so much coffee before hand.

Chleo dragged herself out of bed, making her way to the bathroom for a nice relaxing shower before she decided what to do with her day since she was now up and about. "Well, sleep is overrated anyway." she said to the mirror with a quick nod as if her reflection was agreeing with her statement before she hopped in the shower and readied herself. She took the time to fix up her hair, even adding in small braids because she could and boredom played a big key in the choice. It was long before she was plopped face first on the couch, groaning in boredom as the tv played in the background. "Maybe I should go out for breakfast..." Chleo muttered into the couch cushion before slowly turning her head to the side and reaching an arm out to grab the keys from the coffee table. She dragged them off the glass lazily, pushing herself slowly up and headed out the door without even bothering to shut off the television.

[Assistant]
"Coffee. Here. Now."

"Yes sir." Rae replied, silently rolling her eyes at her current employer. She had been his assistant for five months, and knew that he liked his coffee at exactly 9 o'clock. Even when she held the cup in her hand, giving it to him, he still barked the order. If it weren't for the excellent pay and connections, Rae would have left ages ago. She was already putting out feelers for the rival company, just in case.

"Girl. Do you have the files I asked for?" She handed them over.

"Also, Mr. Gates stopped by the other day. I told him you were out, but he wasn't very happy about that. He told me to tell you, 'You have five days left to pay up, otherwise…' or something ominous like that."

"Pah!" He scowled. "Just because he has a little blackmail does not give him the right to…" The rest of the sentence descended into grumbles. "I'm the CEO of a highly successful company with connections. Why aren't any of those connections with the police? Let me tell you, girl. The police are useless. Money is where the power is."

"Of course it is sir." Rae agreed, smiling. She turned and left the office, still smiling. Money is power? What an idiot. She thought, There's more to it than that. A lot more.


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Halfling Race: Gargoyle (Golem/Harpy)
Appearance:  He also has a glamour spell to hide his wings. They'd really get in the way if they weren't hidden away.
Personal belongings with them: The usual kinds of items you'd expect of someone going to school. Also a small rock figure his father made for him when he was very young.

[User]
"Levi, come eat your breakfast! You don't want to be late for the first day of High school!" Leviathon's half sister yelled as she knocked on his door.

"Crap, did I oversleep again sis?" he asked as he got up and rushed out the door, putting one arm through his vest as he went.

"No, but you're lucky I woke you up, now come eat your coal!" she said
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Later on they walked up to the closest subway station illusion barrier, which was disguised as an old mineshaft that was ready to fall apart, and his sister hugged him. "Have a good time at the dorms! See you at the end of the year!"

Leviathon walked up to the entrance and took a deep breath. Turning to look back at his sister, he smiled. "Try not to have too much fun while I'm gone. And... y'know... thanks for taking care of me all this time since dad died."

"I thought we agreed that subject was off limits, ya goober!" She said half jokingly as she flicked a stray cinder from her shoulder towards him. He took one last look back and walked through the Rocky mountains' barrier.
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Corry sighed as he trudged along towards the point on the map, holding onto his art supply satchel with care. As he finally got to the cave that supposedly looked like it dropped down to a point where escape was impossible, he gulped.

"Zey veren't kidding ven zey said it vas vell 'idden." he said, his German accent quite clear to anyone who would have heard him.

"Vell... 'ere goes nussing." and with that remark he jumped into the hole, only to land on solid ground as though there was no drop at all.

"First time going to school?" a kind voice asked him as he looked around in wonder that a whole subway station could exist in a cave. "Vell... yez... I suppoze zis is normal zen?" he answered.

"Then you might need to wear this. It's a translator bracelet. It will get rid of your accent and allow you to speak freely to anyone around the world without a mixup." the elderly gentleman said, handing him the device. Taking it, Corry put it on.

"Thanks. I was worried I was going to have to learn French or Spanish or Japanese or something. So how long until the subway gets here?" he asked, now without the signs of German upbringing.

"About 15 minutes." The man answered after looking down at his watch.
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"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through!" Samantha said as she hurriedly ran through the subway station. She had gotten there an hour earlier than necessary so she wouldn't have to deal with the crowds and had her translator bracelet on already, but that still ended up being the result. As she ran, she kept glancing around at all the supposedly "mythical" creatures such as herself.

"Sorry. Cyclops coming thwooooah!" she said, tripping over a tail of one of the Nagas. "Sorry... so sorry... didn't see you ther-oh. Hello Triston." she said frowning. Triston slither up to her and wrapped a coil around her waist.

"Why the long face, darling? I thought you liked cuddling with me!" he said. Samantha wriggled free and said, "Don't make me file sexual harassment." rather bluntly.

"Aw... that's cold, babe. You know I don't like the cold!" Triston said, wrapping his tail around her leg and trying to trip her again.

"HEY! Get your tail off her! If it's heat you want... TAKE THIS!" a third year student fire sprite said as he ignited the Naga's midsection. As the adults separated the two, Samantha quickly got on the Subway as it pulled up. Noticing a young boy sitting alone in the back of the first year subway car, she went over to him. As he raised his head up from his sketch he was drawing, she finally figured out why he was alone. A Dark Elf. Just great. What was next? Was a Demon gonna show up and cast her into hell or some crap like that? Apparently, the elf saw her processing the information and sighed. "Great. Another person who believes bloodline determines fate." He rubbed his forehead and continued. "Do what you want. I couldn't care less if I got a black eye right now. Nobody respected me before. Why should they start now?"

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"What's your name?" Samantha asked. Better to make friends than be alone in the world, right?

The first year boy looked up from what he had returned to drawing, shocked. "Uh, Corry. You?"

"Samantha. So what are you drawing?" she asked sitting next to him. A ding was heard from the loudspeaker then. "Please take a seat and buckle up! We are starting our departure now. As we will be traveling through portals to get around the world, there are a few rules you must be aware of. One. Those who descriminate based on species will be stripped of their admittance to the Academy. Two. If you need to use the restroom, do so at the next stop, as doing so on the transportive subway would be disastrous and... you know what, I'll let you figure that one out in your head. Three. Dementors and Harry potter are human myths, so anyone believing that piece of glorified human feces is an absolute moron. Four, buckle up or lose more than a few bones from your spine. That is all."

the two quickly buckled in and Corry shoved his artwork back into his satchel. In a matter of seconds, the Subway had arrived at the next stop.

"Now boarding the North American Rocky Mountains District." the speakers blared.

Leviathon got on the train and was immediately pushed to the floor. "Dweeb!" a tree sprite mocked. "Can't back up your own powers! Pathetic, Halvie!" Leviathon frowned and got up, dusting himself off. "Your the one who picked a fight with me, so watch your back. Or does it give you wood to beat up first years?"

The Tree Sprite stopped in his tracks, turned to the Half Fire Sprite and said, "What? I'm sorry, could you repeat that in my good ear?"

Leviathon smirked. "What, do you have termites in your bad ear?"

"BASTARD!" the tree sprite yelled as he Punched Levi in the face hard enough to not only blacken his eye, but also throw him across the subway car into Samantha's lap.

"Hello! Are you an angel?" Levi asked dazed. Samantha sighed. "Great!" she responded sarcastically, "Another sexual deviant!"

"'Scuse me?" Levi said, still dazed. "The walking fir boy punched me! I didn't do nothin'. Honest!"

Samantha sighed and sarcastically said, "A badboy and a liar. Wonderful."

The Subway car Lurched forward, and Levi flew backwards onto the back of the car, fracturing his right leg at the knee joint. As the Loudspeaker came on again announcing their arrival in Japan, he fell to the floor. "Medic please?" he drawled in a heap on the floor. Samantha sighed and bent down to help.

[Assistant]
"Out of my way, abomination." Aenor hissed at the dark elf girl in front of him. She was blocking his way, as if she didn't know that he was of a greater race than she.
"Care to repeat that?" Sithra looked over her shoulder. "Do it a bit louder this time. I'd love to see a self-rightous prettyboy like you get in trouble with the school." She smirked and looked away from the light elf.
Just her luck to be stuck in the same subway station as one of them. Hopefully, she could just ignore him until they reached school. Sithra sighed, knowing that it was unlikely. She cursed fluently in Japanese, her native tongue, attracting a few odd looks from the others waiting at the station. The prettyboy didn't look like he understood her, though. Bonus.
Aenor didn't understand the dark elf's muttering, not that he cared. English was the only language he needed, and if someone else didn't understand him, well, that was their fault.
Just then, the train pulled in and the two elves boarded, making their way to opposite ends of the car. Now, to ignore each other for as long as possible.

[User]
In the furthest seat in the furthest car sat a hunched over figure. His hood was pulled up and a pair of obnoxiously large headphones rested over the fabric where his ears would be. In his hands rested a phone, which had a pair of thumbs darting across the screen faster than some could think possible.
He had arrived early just so he could be the first to get on to claim his seat. He had settled in and worked on building up an aura of 'stay away, no desire to talk to anyone' around him.
Nivaar took a fraction of a moment to glace up from his phone to the loud people entering the train, golden eyes narrowing slightly at the motley crew as they made it known their hate and disgust of each other. He smirked slightly before looking back down at his phone, taking discreet pictures, without flash, of the scene. Could be Photoshopped for blackmail later. Never knew when he'd need money, cheat-sheets, or someone to keep him entertained while he wallowed away in this forsaken place. He predicted he was at least twice the age of half the mutts he'd see in the school's walls and the only reason he was here because it was 'family tradition' to attend a place of study when one was nearing eighty. Had it not been the promise of lavish treasures of his choosing, Nivaar would have ducked out at the subway station and flown to Hawaii. At least the Fire Sprites there could keep his scales warm.

Lifting a hand to scratch at the mentally thought of scales around his left eye, the juvenile dragon tugged his hood lower once the itch had been scratched.

[Assistant]
Nyra slithered her way through the entrance of the cave, hoping she wasn't late for her ride. She had her jacket and warmers on, so she was okay for a bit. Maybe she'll make friends with a warm-blooded creature. Nyra looked around at all the different people there. She moved onto the train, coiling up on a seat.

Aliaah fluttered through the crowd, trying not to get hit. Sometimes people didn't see her. She went through a checklist in her head. She had her translator on, which fit around her neck. She had her stuff in her bag. She had her hat, which she wore now, her horns fitting perfectly through the beanie. She zipped around the car like a hummingbird and perched herself on the back of a seat.

Jacinda stepped onto the train, looking at her phone. She had her wings folded around her shoulders, held together with the claws at her neck. She decided not to sit and just leaned against the side of the train. Jacinda preferred to keep to herself and kept her attention on her phone screen, playing Hungry Shark.

[User]
Settling herself, Sithra crossed her arms and leaned back, closing her eyes. She had no intention of starting a conversation with anyone near her; with her luck, they'd all be drow-haters. Drow was what she called herself, preferring to eliminate even the smallest connection to the light elves.

Aenor seated himself and put on his seatbelt. Now that the dark elf was far away from him, he relaxed and let a slight smile curve his lips. Perhaps the trip would be bearable.

[Assistant]
Akane, purposefully being on the train early (There was no way she'd miss this!) was curled up in a seat checking everyone out. If she was going to survive the year she was going to need a few bodies. She had already been told about the entrance, but she couldn't help thinking they could have picked something more appealing. One of her favorite hobbies was people watching. Akane has always been picky about her bodies, if she didn't like them, she could just have them set on fire. A bit dramatic maybe, but it gets the job done.

She saw not a whole lot of people were in the mood to talk, that was fine In fact it made things easier. She thought the fire sprite would make a good body (How she refers to non-naga friends) he was even cute! but Akane supposed he wouldn't be in the mood for her harassment. She saw another naga slither into a seat. Well as much as I'd like to be friends, that shall have to wait. I've got to focus. And who should appear but an adorable fae dragon! Akane waved to her and said "Hey sweetheart!" then patted the spot next to her> "there's a spot right here if you don't mind joining me.~"

[User] Aliaah smiled and fluttered over to the seat next to the naga. She curled her tail around her feet. "Hello! My name is Aliaah! It is my first year." She was excited someone wanted to talk to her. People usually mistake her for a bug. "How are you!"

[Assistant] Dante was excited to be going to school. He thought it would be a fun adventure, the next step in his life. It wasn't a great start, as when he got on the train many of the cabins were full and the ones that weren't had people who looked like they didn't want to be disturbed. Closer to the back, or maybe the front, this train seemed to go whichever direction it wanted, Dante found a cabin containing a fire sprite, a dark elf, and a cyclopes, which sounded like the beginning of a joke. "Um, excuse me?" Dante asked as he slowly opened the door, "mind if I sit here? I haven't seen much room elsewhere."


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapon: Hand axe [similar to hatchet, but more specialized in beating the crap out of something than chopping firewood]
Specialty: Party Tank [Boxing, Wrestling]
Semblance: What Is Hype May Never Die - Grows stronger and more durable in the presence of positive, giddy, or nervous energy. It's not like she turns into the Hulk in a social setting, but if she's with a friend or two cheering her on in a fight, she'll find that her blows come easier and the blows that hit her back seem like more of a dull ache than anything else.
Personality: A hot-blooded young girl with a zest for life, nights out, and a good scrap, Lauren is the epitome of a born leader with no resources to actually do anything. Growing up in a poor (poor poor) family taught her to make due with whatever help friends could offer, but in the end, only she could make what she deserved in life. Thus, a young girl who was more than happy to get loud in her parents ears grew into a bold, determined young woman who could feed off the energy of people around her and settle a situation as quickly as she could escalate it.

Quick to laugh, quick to zone out, quick to get riled up, and quick to forgive, Lauren naturally tends to be fidgety and addicted to energy. This makes her an exceedingly average and dreamy student until a team exercise rolls around.
Color: Hot white [effervescent, glossy white]
Emblem: A stick figure young woman with devil horns, twirling an axe between her stick hands.
Appearance:

When outside her uniform, Lauren gives the illusion of being an inch or two taller than her natural five foot eight, with a perpetual pep in her step and a brash loudness that seems to slightly puff her up.

Naturally dark-complected and built like a fighter, her favorite casual jacket emphasizes her build - long-sleeved, smooth white leather with a supportive gold-trimmed collar, cutting off just south of her diaphragm and exposing her (usually topless) rib cage and waist. On the back of the jacket, printed in similar burnished gold, is the word "WALLAHI" in jersey-block text. The word "BRUH" is written in the same text underneath it, where the number on a jersey would usually go.

Occasionally, when she wears it around her waist, she'll sport a black tank top in its stead.

Otherwise, her accessories are limited to half a dozen hemp bracelets up her right arm, a hair band worn around her left wrist, and an amethyst ring on her right ring finger.

[User]
Emerald's ears twitched and turned toward the direction of Shiro's voice. She had faintly heard him talking to Oswald so she wasn't surprised.

"C-Come in..." Emerald squeaked after a minute once she finally found her voice, the first words she'd actually spoken since she woke. She tried to rub her eyes, even though it caused her some discomfort to move. She didn't want him to see she'd been crying. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was concerned about her wellbeing, she didn't want to burden him with worry, he was way too happy a person for that.

No, she'd put a smile on her face, despite the fact that she felt like her world was crumbling all around her. She just...needed to think positive, giving into negativity just meant the Grimm would win in the end right? Right...

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary

Shiro's ears twitched when he heard Emerald's voice, allowing him to come in. Expression saddening, he could tell by her uneasy tone that she didn't sound too good herself. Shaking his head to wipe away the sorrowful look he had on, he instead put on a his usual friendly smile and poked his head in between the curtains. He had to fight to keep the smile on his face. Seeing her condition, it wouldn't be hard to see why. One look at her eyes and Shiro recognized the redness and puffiness of someone who had been crying. He dreaded seeing the condition Cobalt was in.

"Gods, this sucks.."
He lamented.
"Hey, Emerald. You doing alright? I was just stopping by to check on the others who I know, that returned from their missions. H-how are...things?"
Shiro's chest felt tight, his heart hurting for Emerald when he saw the obviously forced smile she was displaying for him.

[User]
Emerald thought for a moment on how to respond, she could have easily faked it and told him she was fine, that she just needed a little rest and all would be good! But she just didn't have it in her to lie to him, not when it was something that was so blatantly untrue it would be insulting his intellect. "T-To be honest I've been better...not because of my injuries really..." She looked away for a moment, worried that he'd see her getting misty eyed. "I...I've seen things...learned things that I wish I didn't know about...stuff that s-shouldn't be real I-" Emerald stopped abruptly as her voice quivered, she couldn't do this anymore.

"I'm sorry I...let's talk about something else...anything will do I just...I just can't talk about this..."  Emerald shut out the memories as best she could, they were just too fresh in her mind. "H-How was your mission? Better than mine right?" She actually laughed at that, it was kind of funny in a really sad, morbid way.

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary

There he goes again, just after realizing his mistake seconds before with Oswald too. He was being insensitive. It was probably better to just not ask anyone how their mission went. It should've been painfully obvious before, but if a student ended up here after their mission for anything other than a simple check-up. Chances were high that their mission did not go well. It was also very likely that they were still recovering from wounds more than physical and Shiro was just doing the worst possible thing by reminding them of the events that had transpired. Needless to say, Shiro really hated himself right now. His own pain evident on his face when his expression briefly twisted up into what looked like a cringe.

Shaking his head, he picked up his usual smile again.
"Ah, I'm sorry hear you're not doing too well."
He didn't know what much else to say, other than that.
Though, it just made him extra curious to know what occured during their mission.
Just what was it they had seen? What had they gone through?
"Even still, I figured you wouldn't mind seeing another friendly face."
Nervously, as per his habit, he scratched the back of his head.
"Ah, my mission? It went rather well. Almost boringly so, to be honest with you."
Looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but chuckle and smirk.
"The most exciting thing that happened is that we learned Sapphire has problems with water. Either she's afraid of it or can't swim, I don't know. But, we kinda found out the hard way."
His expression blanked as he stared at Emerald.
"She bit me when I tried to rescue her."
Shiro said in an annoyed tone.
Tugging off the arm-length glove that concealed his medically bandaged arm, Shiro showed her the covered bite wound.
"She bit me kinda hard too. Wasn't expecting it so my Aura couldn't defend me there."
He sighed, ears drooping before his ears perked back up and his face brightened, laughing at his own expense.
Shiro thought to mention how it kind of hurt, but as his eyes glanced over Emerald's wounds...

He figured it be best not to say.

[User]
Emerald blinked, Sapphire had problems with water? It wasn't the most interesting news in the world but it was enough to keep her mind off of her trauma. "Water problems huh? You'd never guess than looking at her. I mean I'm not the biggest fan of swimming but I do know how to." Truth be told, the fact that a lot of people assumed she hated water because she was a cat faunus annoyed her. She was in fact a fairly decent swimmer. "Maybe once I get out of here we should try to teach her."

"Wait, she bit you?" Emerald asked incredulously, finally realising that was what had been said. "And humans think they're more civilized than we are? Please."

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary

Shiro laughed again, more genuinely this time. "Yeah, it surprised all of us too. I actually love the water myself and I think I'm a great swimmer. I'd offer to teach her but, I severely doubt she'd ever accept." Thinking about it, she would probably tell him to go shove his offer somewhere the sun didn't shine or just outright ignore him with a cold shoulder. He could hardly imagine her listening to his instruction anyways. Not realizing he was looking at the ground, he looked back up when Emerald asked about his bite wound. Laughing nervously, he scratched the back of his head again. "Y-yeah, she bit me. I think she had some sort of panic attack er...something, and just bit me. Like one of those cases where she didn't know where she was or who I was..kind of...deals. Thingys." Shiro said in a rather confusing manner, making sure not to comment about Emerald's remark on human/faunus civil and social relations...

[User]
"Ayyyoooo! How's it hangin', Jumpercables? You all alive down here?"

The unmistakably friendly, casual voice no doubt set a few of the survivors on edge, especially when an unfamiliar dark-skinned girl rolled in the room wearing only a sports bra, sunglasses, and a coquettish grin from the waist up. The grin faltered only slightly when she saw the unconscious girl Luke and Cian were keeping aloft. That must be the Priscilla chick everyone was talking about. Some help, Lauren thought wryly, not for the first time that day, but saying so right now was probably insensitive. Not missing a beat, Lauren carefully lifted Priscilla away from the two other Huntsmen and put the girl over her own shoulder. While in close proximity, she took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Luke's neck and squeeze.

"Heya, kiddo," she said affectionately, ruffling the younger student's kinky black hair with her knuckles before looking up to the congregation JCL was at the head of.

She thought of asking Jack if he'd heard from her own captain. The fact that the monster - whatever the hell kinda Grimm it was - was still stampeding around the roof and sending tremors through the facility meant that something was distracting it from actually ripping the roof off the building and snacking on them individually - and if the big motherfucker on the roof was anything like the car stealing motherfucker in the basement, there was only one boy who could ever even remotely hold its attention.

Fuckin' Cap.

Lauren grinned.

That boy knew how to get her wallahi juices flowing, boy. She knew there was something she'd liked about him. Ever since he had given her ass the ol' Zeus grip in front of everyone at combat class to avoid throwing a fight. Any guy with that kind of sack could hold his own long enough for them to get the non-fighters outta Dodge.

"Sangue is on the ground floor, near where we found the kinky guy at the entrance and the maps. We found a couple survivors, and they stuck with her while I came down to look for you guys and some power. What'd I hear someone saying about the generator?"

As the plan was explained to her, though, Lauren's face finally began to lose the plucky demeanor it was known for, turning into a look of mild confusion by the end of the plan as Jack explained where he was off to.

"You...were gonna go and power the generator alone? What if you got jumped? And what if," and here Lauren gestured to Cian and Luke, "these guys got jumped? They were both working on carrying Priscilla. Look, I have an idea. You lead the survivors to the elevator, and I'll take Cian and Luke to the generator room. Sangue's still up there with a big battery and a dumbwaiter, so if I stream a few seconds of video footage with the dumbwaiter and the generator, she'll get the picture and start sending it down. That'll take a minute or two, but in the meantime, we can jury rig something to conduct electricity into the generator. You and I can take the survivors up in the elevator and get them out of here, Cian and Luke stay behind to install the battery, just like before, and then when the generator's got a battery they can follow us upstairs. We'll send someone inside to grab Sangue and then all we have to worry about--"

--another tremor rattled the building; a few survivors quaked--

"--is Cap and the hooker!" Lauren finished brightly. "All we need is a temporary power source. Anyone got, like, a sack of potatoes? Citrus? Daddy once told me...no, no, that wouldn't work..."

Then she stopped, eyes wide, looking as though she herself had been electrocuted.

Daddy once told me to be careful when messing with electricity. It'll kill us just as quick as it can make our lives easier, he said. The human body...

"...is the world's quickest conductor," she finished in a whisper. She thought hard for a second - and, slowly, the manic grin returned.

"Lucas," she said, tightening her embrace around the kid's throat, "I think it's time for you to shine."


[System]
Alexander Zangief, but once he joins the the fists, he will be referred to as Ivar.

Age:18

Gender:Male

Rank(Disciple, Master, Bully, ECT):Bully

Martial Arts Style(Unless you're a disciple): He is a trained boxer.

Gang Affiliation(If any): Ragnarok, soon to become one of their most elite members.

Looks:

Height: 5'6"

Backstory: I'll work on this later, guys. <_< >_>....

All I know right now is that scaling up the ranks of Ragnarok, until he becomes the sole leader. He is obsessed with this goal, and will do anything to meet it. Perhaps he has a control problem. I don't know. I'll figure it out.

Crush(If any):

Personality:

Other:

[User] The man rubbed his arms, as Shaz had really left a mark. "Hey!" He exclaimed, as he looked up at the man. "You're not getting off that easy, you punk! Show me some respect, I'm your commanding officer!" He angrily shouted, as he shot out a furious roundhouse to Shaz's head. Attacking when the opponent wasn't looking, a technique for a coward. The man figured if he could catch the Judo user off guard, then he would be able to sweep the floor with him with ease.

[Assistant] Shaz caught his leg right before it hit him in the head. "Your trying to hit a man with his back turned only cowards do that huh no wonder why I'm going to take your spot as commanding officer," Shaz said as he grabbed his leg with both hands and throwing him over his slamming him to the ground throwing garbage from a near garbage can on the man. "How bout you just sit there and rot with the rest of the trash because you fit right in," Shin said as he put his hands in his pockets and he began to head off again. (so cool)

[User]
Sweat poured down furiously from Niijima's face, as once Shaz had taken away the bag of trash, his hiding spot was completely revealed (he's squatting in the trash can). The boy sighed in relief, as Shaz walked off. 'He didn't notice me...' He thought, as he picked a banana peel off from his head. 'Kiro, my boy, I'm not sure if you'll be able to take this guy, even with your kung fu skills.' He pulled out his PDA, as he got to work on tapping. 'Darn it, this will ruin my entire plan if he gets crushed now! However, it's still always good to root for the winning team...' He weighed his options, as he slowly disappeared back into the trashcan.

(Later, near Ryozanpaku...)

Niijima peaked around a bush, as he trailed Kiro and Ally back to the dojo. He poked at a few things on his PDA, as he laughed silently. "Looks like I'll be killing two birds with one stone today." He whispered. "My original mission was to have Kiro aware of his new threat, but now..." He continued to whisper to himself, as he crawled through the bushes to continue to follow the pair in secret. "I'll get to see where the kid's been getting all of his amazing power from!" He practically screamed this, as he couldn't help but get excited.

"Huh?" Kiro turned his head to look behind him, as he could have sworn he heard someone. "Must've been nothing." He shrugged to Ally, as they continued walking.

Niijima shivered slightly, as he lied very low to the ground, holding his mouth to keep himself from making a peep. 'Get a hold of yourself, Niijima!' He slapped himself. 'You're a professional!' He reminded himself.
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"We're home, guys!" Kiro yelled out, as he and Ally entered the dojo's grounds. He was slightly nervous today, as the mysterious Master Rekin was suppose to teach him. After Shin whipped him, treated him like a horse, and almost killed him, he just wanted to go back to Asuka. In comparison, the latter was a much more gentle master, he could only imagine what this new teacher had to offer to him.

Bakusa was training as usual, as he stood in front of several dozen stone statues. He took in a deep breath, as he charged at his 'opponents'. The Muay Thai God of Destruction threw about ten punches, ten elbow blows, ten kicks, and twenty knee blows, all within the span of about a second. He let out his breath, as he stood on the other side of the statues now. Each one crumbled to pieces, as all that was left now of the statues were their bases. He completely obliterated them all.

[Assistant]
Ally looked around at Kiro's mention of hearing something. She turned to the brush and heard nothing, not even a peep. "Hmm, must be hearing things, Kiro," she answered. No one really took this path, so he could've just heard a scavaging bird.
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Ally shook her head at Kiro's introduction. It was silly and she hoped none of the masters found his entrance disrespectful or she might be in on the punishment. "Well, it was nice knowing you," Ally said, placing a sympathetic hand on Kiro's shoulder. Her goal was to scare Kiro a little bit since she didn't get much fun in the dojo. She then made her way into one of the buildings and got ready to train.

"Hmm, looks like Kiro isn't ours today," Asuka chuckled to Shin as she watched her two disciples walk in. Even though Kiro wasn't officially her disciple anymore because everyone was training him, she would still call him that. "How about some of that tea you promised so we can mourn our loss?" she chuckled. She didn't need to worry about Ally as the girl would have to do warmups before any technique training or conditioning.

[User] Niijima stood in front of the enormous gate, as he shoved his PDA back into his pocket. "Wow, that's one intimidating door." He laughed, as he proceeded to try and push open one of the doors. It wouldn't budge one bit! "They must have locked it from the other side." Niijima wrongly assumed, as he started to walk back down the path he had just came from. "Oh well, what is a spy suppose to do..." He shrugged, supposedly giving up, until he suddenly stopped. "Niijima jump!" He screamed, as he pulled off an amazing jump onto the flat part of the gate's roof. He wobbled on the gate, as he struggled to keep his balance. He got onto his belly, as he dangled his leg on the other side of the gate, slowly easing himself down so the drop wouldn't be so bad. Suddenly he looked up, as he could feel several eyes watching him.

[Assistant] "Okay Kiro, I understand that no one taught you the greatest martial art of them all...Chinese kenpo." Rekin said nodding at himself "So I'll teach you a new technique." he said getting in a fighting stance "So Kiro what you want to do is..." the master stopped as he noticed someone on the wall of the dojo Another disciple? Rekin thought to himself, still staring at the boy who was now over the wall "Quick, boy come over here you're going to miss the lesson!" the man shouted concerned about the kid.

[User] "Sadly he isn't ours now who is going to get my tea?" Shin complained as he did a sigh. Shin looked torwards the direction of Niijima felt a strange feeling of a intruder, "Huh...I Sense a..a.." Shaz thought, "A weakling!" Shin yelled as he ran in the to see the intruder. "An alien and he is here to steal my tea!!" Shin yelled as he pointed at the Niijima. "Your messing with the wrong guy I've killed a man for touching my tea!" Shin yelled as a joke (or not) as Shin ran straight to the alien looking boy as he began to swing a kick that would clearly make Niijima go flying.

[Assistant]
Kiro slowly turned around, confused at his masters' comments, as he watched Shin fly at Niijima. "What are you doing here!? Niijima quick, look out, he's a monster when it comes to his tea!" Kiro cried out to his schoolmate, as tears streamed down from his face. It was over for Niijima, Shin was one of the strongest guys he knew. He didn't like the alienoid, but he definitely didn't want to see him die!

"No, please!" Niijima exclaimed, as he held out a single hand to try and stop Shin. "Please, shinigami, spare me for entering your sacred land!" He begged for his life, as he closed his eyes tightly to prepare for the kick.

Bakusa sighed at the commotion from the other masters. Even a man without any eyes could tell Niijima was of no threat to them.

[User]
"Shin!" Asuka shouted and sprinted. She leaped and got behind Shin, lacing one arm under one armpit and placing it behind his head, the other around his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to choke him, not a deadly amount of force of course, and twisted so she would absorb the impact against the gate instead of Shin. They hit creating a loud echoing along the ground and Asuka released Shin. "That's just a kid! He doesn't want your tea!" Her back hurt a little from the hard impact but she would be just fine.

"Kiro, you know this boy?"

[Assistant]
Niijima carefully climbed down from the wall, as he made his way behind Kiro, for protection. "Kiro, you knows these monsters?" He whispered into his ear, as he ducked a bit to conceal himself from the others. Maybe they would forget he existed.

"Yes, sadly." Kiro sighed in response to both, as he pushed Niijima a bit away from him. "This is just an annoying pest from my school." Kiro mumbled, as he shot Niijima a look. "And these guys," He told Niijima, as he gestured to his masters.

Bakusa joined the crowd, as he crossed his arms at the newcomer. He prayed to himself that it wasn't yet another disciple.

"Your loyal underlings that would be willing to do whatever you say?!" Niijima quickly tried to finish his sentence, as he put on quite the menacing grin. "Oh, what I could do with some powerful beings like them..." The pointy-eared man laughed, as he imagined the carnage and destruction he could bring with them under his thumb.

"Uh, no, quite the opposite, actually." Kiro laughed awkwardly, as he tried to explain. "These guys are my masters. There's Asuka, Bakusa, Rekin, Shin, and the Elder, Muhai, but he's away on business right now." The boy explained, gesturing to each one as he named them for Niijima.

"I see, I see. It's all starting to make sense now." Niijima pulled out his PDA again, as he started to tap away, probably relating to the new information he had been given by Kiro.

"Hey, this isn't show and tell, you punk!" Bakusa angrily yelled at the newcomer, as he raised a single fist. "You better start explaining what you were doing here, or else I might not be able to stop myself any longer from pounding your face in." He threatened.

"Yeah, Niijima, why are you here, anyway? How did you even know where to find this place?" Kiro questioned, he didn't really think about it through all of the intensity from Shin and Asuka.

Niijima took a step back, as he shook in fear at the intimidating masters just beyond Kiro. "Y-Yes, yes," Niijima stuttered, as he turned the PDA's screen to face Kiro and his masters. It was a picture of some long-haired guy with sunglasses. "This is Shaz Fujishima, and word on the street is that he's looking for you, buddy! As for how I got here, don't you worry your little head about that!" Niijima exclaimed, as he pointed to Kiro.

"M-Me!? What the heck does he want with me!?" Kiro asked, although, he already had a good answer as to why.

"You see, Shaz is apart of the gang Ragnarok. Ragnarok, the most dangerous gang in the whole district, heard about your little fight with Ijime (somehow), and now wants you to either join them, or be crushed by them. It doesn't look like this guy has any intent on leaving you unscathed, though. He's looking for a fight, rather you want to join Ragnarok or not. The guy sort of just does what he wants." Niijima shared his info with Kiro, as even though it all seemed rather serious, he still had his usual wicked smile.

Kiro's face went pale white, as he sunk to the ground. "What am I going to do!? He looks pretty tough." Kiro cried.

"My intel tells me he's a master in judo, Iron Grip Shaz they call him, because once you get in his grip, you're done for! Impossible to escape from! I've seen it first hand, you don't get out unless he wants you to." Niijima laughed as if he wanted Kiro to be afraid, as the pointy-eared boy recalled the match between Shaz and the other member of Ragnarok.

"Oh, a fight? Is that all?" Bakusa laughed, as if it weren't that big of a deal. "You better watch out, Kiro, this judo guy does sound pretty tough. I'm not sure if you're ready for all that yet, kid." The master seemed like he had more to say, but couldn't get it all out from all of his laughter, as he patted the disciple on the back. His face suddenly turned stone cold. "Now, if that's all you came to say, you best be leaving, Pointy Ears. This is a dojo for martial artists, unless of course, you're looking to spar." The blind man informed him.

'H-How did he know I had pointy ears!?' Niijima frighteningly questioned in his mind, as he slowly started to back away from the Muay Thai Demon. "Well, that's all I wanted to stop by and tell you, Kiro!" Niijima nervously informed, as he quickly turned around in a sprint. If he stayed around any longer, he'd probably be killed! "I'll see you around at school," He did his famous Niijima Jump, as he hopped onto the roof of the gate. "or not..." He laughed wickedly, as he climbed back over.

"Hey, wait! What do you mean by that!? Come back here!" Kiro angrily exclaimed at Niijima, but it was already far too late. The alienoid demon was gone. Kiro lied on the ground, as he got into a fetal position. "I'm going to die, again." Kiro mumbled to himself, as he remembered when Shin had almost 'killed' him by using the pressure point technique. "Iron Grip Shaz? Anyone with a nickname like that has to be extremely strong. You guys warned me this would happen, and now one of the most dangerous gangs around wants me to beat the crap out of me..." He continued to mumble.


[System]
Title: Mad-One

Age: ??

Gender: ??

Allegiance: Demon?

Race: A mad thing.

Personality: Unstable. Never interacted with any living creature until brought to the nexus. Not inherently malicious but can't control himself. Confused at all of the new things he is seeing.

Appearance:

Minus cigarette and different clothing.

History:

Under the moonlit whispers, upon the midnight shore, the lightning chased the thunder, and
voices sung blood down upon the sands. I knelt my head upon the nameless rocks, and took them
in my hands, they broke away like ash and sand. A distant song, sad and melancholy, danced atop
the waves. Tides of glass and broken dreams washed along the shores.

A soundless whisper upon the wind carried far away, to break the tide of glass upon the midnight glade.

A dark and soundless song, sung behind the moon. The starless night listened wide,
yet sounds it did not hear. The glass was shattered silently atop the nameless stones. The
lady in the mirror moon, beckoned to the wind, as storming silence sank the blood into the midnight
sand. Under the sea of glass the voices called again, a whisper first, but more yet
came to bare. The roaring voice that softly screamed a song of years gone by. Behind the
moon, a dark so deep, a black so cold it cut across the sky.

Madness cried its twisted call to broken minds and fears. Visions seen through eyes of weeping
red. Only the mad could live a life upon the midnight shore, where the singing moon is true as voices
whispered in your ear. Only here did the tides of glass kiss the nameless stones. And for all its
thruth, and maddening ties, only here did the lightning chase the thunder across the starless moonlit skies.

I know not what I am, and know not where I go. The dark is so very quiet, the black so very cold.

What am I to be now?

I cannot hear the songs.

Why will she not sing to me?

So alone and cold, so alone, alone alone alone alone alone...

CRACK

Suddenly the darkness was not so dark, a single point of light in the never ending void. The light started to web out like cracks on a window, and with a noise like shattering, the darkness disappeared. It was replaced with a place Maen had never seen before.

A sprawling landscape lay before him, strange green hairs on the floor under him tickled his toes, and unknown scents wafted to his nose. The sky was blue instead of black and confusion was written plain on his face.

He breathed in the crisp air.

Something new.

Powers:

Form:
His form usually just a black smoke cloud moves fast. Can change form into a physical body. In mist form can enter in bodies from mouth, ears, etc. all this allows him to do is strangle people from the inside. But this is easily stopped by magical defenses. Can change physical form slightly, has a main appearance that can change things like having claws, fangs, etc.

Aura of Insanity:
Maen's mind is so broken that his presence shatters the minds and wills of weak willed creatures, effect of strong creatures very reduced.

Midnight Shore:
Can call upon the Midnight Shore after it was consumed by the Dark So Deep, the Midnight Shore is the land where Maen lived. It was a small sort of pocket dimension which consisted of just the Sea of Glass, the shore and the moon. He lived there for as long as he can remember, being soothed by the songs until his bouts of madness caused his power to consume the Shore.

Sub Sections Of Midnight Shore:

Sea Of Glass: Can use the sea of glass as a weapons, millions of shards of glass available to be summoned and controlled as blades to fight. Blades can float and be used in other ways, the glass is completely silent.

Moonlit Whispers: Can channel the power of the moonlit whispers and song of the moon in the form of singing and music, playing on emotions and the mind. Able to soothe the darkest fears or cause the most vicious nightmares.

Wind: Ability to control wind, uses to fly.

Musical Master: Can play the lute, and flute extremely well.

Dark So Deep: The Dark So Deep is a power he has trouble controlling when his emotions are high. It is essentially a formless darkness that consumes anything it touches. The power can either touch something and destroy it, or consume and integrate it into himself giving him some of the powers of the thing he integrated, this is extremely slow though, as it took untold years to consume the Midnight Shore. The darkness can be shaped into weapons like a sword or bow, but if his emotions are running wild then it reverts to tendril like whips that strike out at people.

Weapons: Lute & Flute: Maen's only belongings, doesn't know where they came from but they appear and disappear at will. Made of glossy black wood. Can be broken and then summoned again repaired.

[User]
Atarah

"Nnrr..!" Atarah scrubbed her head a little as she came too, blearily opening her eyes after the crash landing. Despite the jostling resulting in her confusion, there didn't seem to be a scratch on her.

As she realized her and Eve's relative position Atarah "gracefully" scooted backwards before rolling backwards into a standing position, "Uh, yeah! Uh.. You better.. Um. IT WAS ALL PART OF MY CUNNING PLAN! To catch you off guard! And stuff. Yes.. I am the fearsome Atarah, and I am here to stop the harpy scout! Which is.. probably.. One of you two?" Atarah after her proclamation with "grandiose" puffed up feathers, was a bit confused glancing between Maceroy and Eve. She kind of wanted to engage Maceroy.. Is that Syphax? It's a guy but it doesn't look very angelic. But Marie seemed to be already engaging him, which left Eve as the remaining un-engaged harpy.

"Feel my wrath, foolish person who definitely fell for my cunning ploy!" Atarah crackled with demonic energy, posing rather like she was trying to go super saiyan, before a pulse shot out omni-directionally. Marie and Eve, and anyone else who happened to be sneaking around relatively close (50 km was much longer than Atarah's range), would feel the unpleasant (or pleasant depending on your demonic/masochistic tendencies) tingle of that energy, as Atarah marked their positions. Maceroy, on the other hand, would feel a LOT worse, as errors started being reported to him en mass as his nanomachines started wigging out. Granted, when you have trillions of nanobots, a couple million of them going bad wasn't debilitating, but still, one did not want to catch the mechanical equivalent of a nasty cold mid battle.

@Lmpkio@BCTheEntity

Sapphire Pink

Pink, meanwhile, had to wait for Fran to cross 65ish km of winding passageways. 6 km radius and counting.

~~Undead "Smooched": 1 Ghost, 1 Skeleton, a Couple Zombies, and 1.5% of the Catacombs Undead~~

[Assistant]
Waiting for @Ryonara until the weekend before I post with Farris again.
Victoire grinned maliciously. The time had finally come to employ the greatest tactic in the arsenal of any self-respecting Demon: Terror. Knowing very well how everyone felts about the inexorable doom spelled by her beloved roses, the Blood Countess felt like growing bolder and finishing this battle in one fell swoop. It was impossible for anything short of a miracle to detain her by now. Why not have fun with her conquest?

"I'd like to beg for a moment of your attention, ladies, and gentlemen of the Triumvirate. From this moment forward, I, Victoire Bordeaux, announce that the Graveyard of the Lost belongs to the newly forged Demon Oligarchy. Demons, let us raise a toast in their name with the blood of our foes! Those who wish to escape the pain of death, leave this place now, for there's no more hope of your victory," Victoire broadcast her speech to all living beings through the battlefield using her telepathy. Naturally, if someone was immune to mental effects, or didn't have blood within themselves, wouldn't listen to her words, but this was their own fault. She left the information of whether her roses were about to overrun the landscape or not unmentioned for obvious reasons.

"I really hope that the others are smart enough to capitalize on the chaos that this will generate and take down their targets while they are guessing whether I bluffed or not. Attacking while your opponent is distracted is the least I expect of any Demon," Victoire thought. Even if the Blood Countess was the one that would pull the weight of this victory —just as always— the mere fact that she was the only being in the Demon army that used team based strategies placed her in a different class than the rest. As long as the others weren't stupid enough to doubt her support, instead of capitalizing on it, the Demons had absolutely no chance of losing.

A moment later, her part of attention changed to a being waiting on the door of the chamber she claimed as a temporary base of operations. Already expecting their presence, Victoire faced the smoke demon, flashing a fanged grin. "I see that you followed one of my children all the way to this place," she said, calling the shadow bat to her lap and petting it, "What do I owe for being graced with the presence of perhaps the only being in the Nexus that's brazen enough to consume my children of their own volition?" Victoire asked while eyeing the being from head to toe. Despite their difference in size, while she was sitting on her makeshift skull throne, and kept her cool confidence like this, Victoire was certain that she had everything under control.

And... if all else failed, she could just live up to her words and skewer the smoke demon from inside out by turning the blood he consumed into more Demon Roses.

[D. Rose Radius: 960/240/240/120/120 meters] [Catacombs/Underground Coverage: 1.6/0.8/0.4 %]

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[User]
Francisca Labrys Seax Luxuria

More long and tedious travel was in store for Fran as she continued to lay illusions behind for anyone unfortunate enough to come across them. As she traveled she thought about that book she read and the power it promised. That Fenrir character almost seemed too good to be true, with all that power just hidden away. But as Fran continued onwards and really put her mind to it, perhaps Fenrir was too good to be true. For starters she'd have to somehow get to Heaven without being found. Easier said than done, since Fran could easily use her illusions to go disguised among the machina, but less effective against Heaven's wards. Not to mention anything that has been "sealed for thousands of years" is also probably not in the best shape to fight. Maybe Fran just chose a bad time to apply logic, but if she's been lazing about in prison for a thousand hours, she wouldn't be in any state to brawl even if she got freed right after.

And there was still issues about if this Fenrir creature did exist and was as powerful as the book said he was. Frankly all sorts of creatures from lore and elsewhere existed in the Nexus, but not all of them were like how the stories depicted. Sometimes this just took the form of having different powers, sometimes this was just completely inaccurate. Fenrir was supposedly a being powerful enough to eat the gods themselves, and so was sealed away a thousand years ago to prevent that from happening. But a lot has happened in a thousand years, so maybe "eating the gods" isn't nearly as impressive as what the gods can do now, or perhaps they already figured out a way to survive that. Either way Fran came to a slow halt.

Fran's own plan was about as pointless as this battle. They were only here to defend it because the angels and machina brought their armies to take it. Fran failed to see what exactly most of these dead spirits could provide them, since it's not as if they need an infinite amount of foot soldiers. Landing on the ground Fran examined some of the tombs and wondered to herself. "Well. Maybe one of these corpses knows something worth learning." Fran had no stake in this battle and didn't see its importance in the long run. Fran's own loyalty to Hell was tenuous at best, since she's only with Hell as she doubts other factions would want Fran. Fran has a reason to avoid hell and frankly she doesn't trust the Machina not to just enslave demons despite their promises of cooperation. And unlike Henry, Fran didn't have the same level of spite to betray the demons selfishly. Or at least she hasn't found a good reason to betray them selfishly.

"Since I'm here, I may as well try and learn something from it." Fran continued northeast towards the angel Victoire mentioned, though this time Fran was also looking for any interesting undead spirits who might have something worth Fran's time. Most shouldn't be bothering the demons roaming about, but the few who are may be of use to the succubus. If nothing else she could use minions to throw into the path of some weapon or another. Or trigger the multitude of traps that fester these catacombs. "And maybe one might actually know something important."

As Fran flew through the catacombs she picked up another telepathic message from Victoire. Mostly boasting that the graveyard now belonged to the demons of hell, which Fran figured they already were. Either this was meant to demoralize the enemy or convince them that Victoire's secret weapon was ready and made them act rash. Either was fine for Fran, as she still needed to get to the enemy in the first place. Taking a detour to the surface Fran, while still maintaining her invisibility, took a more direct path towards the northeast that didn't involve winding passage ways. This ought to get her to her destination more quickly as well as let her see if anything more interesting then old traps and rocky walls. Maybe some actual undead or something.

[Assistant]
The vampiress's words rung out in the dim underground room. Dusty bones littered the floor like refuse, and an ancient skull crumbled under Maen's foot as he stepped forwards. The shadow bat, his best friend, soared through the air and lay in the lap of the figure in front of him. She sat on a throne that brought her level, if not a bit higher, than Maen himself.

Maen frowned as he recognized her human like figure. She was smaller than many he had seen, perhaps still young, but her words were dark and powerful. She claimed to be the mother of the wolves he had consumed. He wondered if she thought him stupid, even he knew that humans could not birth wolves. It was ridiculous.

Maen's face took a harsh cast as he looked at the human in front of him. His lips were pulled down into a dark scowl, and his eyes squinted. He pointed at her and said. "Humans do not have wolves for children. You must think me a fool. You are a wretched thing, kin of the song-breaker, and now you will release my friend. He will come to me so we can go play, or I will find out how much blood humans bleed."

He crooked his finger harshly and took a step forward to snatch the shadow bat. It fluttered lightly away and landed on her shoulder. Maen growled inhumanly and looked about ready to pounce when she spoke.


[System]
Age: 17
Crest: Knowledge
Appearance:
Bio:
 Aaric was born into a very affluent family. His father and mother got along fairly well, and Aaric had neutral (bordering resentment) relationship toward his parents. However, the oddity was that his parents were absent most of the time due to work. Especially coupled with the fact that he was the only child, Aaric had little interaction with other people, minus the occasional silent nanny that came over to clean the house and the family dog. Fortunately Aaric had access to large swaths of books and resources thanks to his parents wealth, odd choices, and lack of computers. Out of the extensive collection, he would usually ignore the more scientific books in favor for more lore intensive studies, including extensive fantasies, historical non-fiction, and even advanced literary works when age permitted him understanding.

 By himself, Aaric had learned to become somewhat independent, learning to cook, to laundry, and to take care of the dog whenever the maids were not present. He even biked to school on most occasions. Though, these skills were gained more out of necessity, as his parents refused to provide him with a myriad butlers or maids to take care of him. More often than not, Aaric was left to his own devices when it came to management of the house. However, despite not providing great amounts of servants, Aaric's parents hired numerous tutors that visited the estate after Aaric went to school, nearly everyday. This left Aaric with a surprising lack of free time.

 With the influences of his somewhat privileged and "freed" life, Aaric gained some amount of independency. However, in school, with tutors, and with the rare servant, Aaric rarely had any real human to human interaction, leaving him inexperienced with conversation and relationship. In addition, because he grew up on literature based on fantasy and history, Aaric had a certain "disposition" that made him a little bit more "romantic" yet "flatter" than others of his age. Often, kids of his age usually stayed away from him due to his eccentricity and inflexibility toward others.

 Now approaching the halfway point of age 17, Aaric is successful in his schooling. However, he is, as of now, ignorant to the fact that there is much more to this life other than eat, study, and sleep.

Name: Hakase
Personality: A easy going yet witty digimon. Often, Hakase will crack sardonic criticism with the worst of it occurring in his rookie form. Despite his habit, however, most of his judgements are actually quite reasonable, albeit in a manner that might not be all that appropriate. In addition, Hakase knows a great deal about the current state of the digital world but chooses not to flaunt his knowledge in favor for more critical assessments of character.

Stage- Baby
Species: Botamon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubble - Shoots acid bubbles from his mouth

Stage- In-Training
Species: Koromon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubbles - Shoots acid bubble from his mouth
 2: Soft Tackle - Uses the body to tackle opponent

Stage- Rookie
Species: Hakase Agumon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Hakase Bo - Employs his professor baton to sway the target.
 2: Baby Flame - Shoots a small flame from his mouth.
 3: Claw Attack - Uses his claw to beat down on an opponent.

Stage- Champion
Species: Wizardmon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Magical Games - A technique that can have varying mindgame-esque elements
 2: Electro Squall - Releases lighting from hand or staff
 3: Blink Breeze - Release an icy blast of wind from the staff

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Pandora Dialogue - Captures and stores the attacks of the opponent that can later be used later with great speed and potency.
 2: Eternal Nirvana - Captures a digimon into the Space-Time stones for any desired time.

Stage- Mega
Species: Ancient Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Proteus Mirror - Can replicate any attack that has been observed and absorbed by his mirror raised to Hakase's power level
 2: Laplace no Ma - Imprisons a digimon into the spirit world for any desired time
 3: Elder Sign - Summons a powerful interdimensional being to fight for Hakase
Other:

[User]
The fall was quick and sudden, but Carter found it interesting to note that as he fell through this epileptic nightmare he didn't feel much wind resistance. He was just falling, moving downwards. At least, that's what his body told him. Despite all this, he found it useful to pull his almost-lucky goggles over his eyes to keep himself from shutting his eyes from what little wind he could feel. The only downside was that he had no idea how to fall properly, and fear flooded his veins as he realized that there was no way to keep himself from hitting the ground. His eyes widened briefly before shutting preparing for that impact...

That never came.

As if he were being pulled up by something, his torso stopped moving completely. His head, arms, and legs shot forward from the sudden stop. He was about as close to the ground as he could get before actually hitting it, then whatever was holding onto him let go and fall the rest of the way without worry of injury.

He rose and looked around. Carter saw from the fall that he wasn't the only one stuck in this situation, but everyone else as as much of a stranger to him as they were to each other. At least, that's how it seemed.

Two of the girls were getting ready to start a screaming match, and Carter was somewhat disappointed that he didn't wear his goggles with the attached headphones. At least that would help him tune out when they inevitably started to argue again.

For now, they seemed to be asking if anything else knew what was going on, to which Carter only shook his head.

"No," he answered to them, not bothering to take off his goggles. "I was out on business, then I'm falling through the physical form of LSD." Only now did he realize that they were giving out names. It was probably for the best if he introduced himself as well. Everyone was equally confused, but at least they all seemed to be like rational adults. "I'm Carter, by the way." He still didn't take his goggles off, and he intended to keep it that way for now.

[Assistant]
It seemed most everyone else took a lot tougher tumble through the multicolored hellscape before reaching wherever she was. However, it didn't stop her from being dumbstruck for a good minute, processing the disconnect between walking into a classroom and ending up the woodlands with a bunch of grown ups she didn't recognize. At the very least, she had some semblance of an idea as to why the girl with the missing bus pass sounded so panicked when calling out to her.

In most cases being in a group of grown ups, especially ones she did not recognize, would not be an occasion for smiling. Yet she couldn't help but give a bemused snrk at the box of condoms, softly muttering "classy," under her breath when she caught sight of them. She didn't even bother trying to hide her amusement - her eyes remained of the box the entire time she spoke.

"Name's Dorotea. Tey's fine too. And there wasn't no fucking hole in the ground for me. I turn around while stepping into my classroom, and suddenly years of all the fumes from my druggie of a father are catchin' up to my dumbass self. Like I was reinacting some cheapass Alice In Wonderland or Narnia ripoff."

She finally pried her eyes off of the condom box, but not before looking at the man who called himself "Z" a questioning look, raising her eyebrows as she glanced back to the box and then him again, before turning away to address the others.

"As for how the fuck we got here or why? Best not ask the homeless queer kid, 'cause she don't know shit. All she knows is God's probably pissing himself laughing at this fuckery. Just having himself a good ol' fucking chuckle up there."

[User]
The feeling of zero-gravity completely consumed the brown haired girl as her eyes remained closed shut. She only opened them once more when she felt herself falling followed by the screams of those that were probably in the same predicament as her. Once she got a good sight of what was going on, fear and anxiety began pumping into her veins as she used both hands to grasp on to her cap to keep it from flying off her head. Honestly, she would have been completely fine with anything else, but heights? Tears immediately pricked the brunette's eyes as the scream she wanted to let out evaporated before she could do so. She wanted to close her eyes so badly, but doing such made her stomach lurch as her impending doom quickly became more questionable without her vision. So Alex opted to keep her eyes open, tears now spilling out of her eyes against her will.

Just as she thought she was going to collide with the ground and turn into a bloody mess of limbs and muscles, Alex felt her body come to a halt, as if something was suspending her in the air for a brief moment, before dropping her once more, letting her fall without the fear of death. Landing on her side, Alex quickly rubbed her watery eyelids before sitting up on her knees. Now feeling grass tickle her sides of her shins, Alex couldn't help but gawk at the scenery before her. What happened to all the cars, the park, and the building complex? It was pretty clear that she, no they, weren't home, but where were they then?

Alex's head soon turned to face where most of the noise was coming from, two girls it seemed. And while the brunette was mostly ignoring what they were actually saying, she only focused when the shorter of two girls directed their voice to the rest of them.
"Hey! Random other people! Anyone get the license plate number of that truck that hit us? Looked like a fucking glowing hole in the ground?" She blurted out to them, only to have the small girl lower her head. Geez, that was subtle...what was she talking about anyways?

Turning her attention to the first one that spoke up, he didn't really answer the question, but instead gave his name and occupation. Z, huh... Alex could remember that. His appearance - mostly his hair - was also quite a sight to behold, as he pulled out the strangest things from them, but it wasn't like she was gonna comment on it. Next came a guy with shimmery silver hair and wearing goggles. This guy actually answered the question, but it didn't really help when it came to figuring out what was going on. He referred to himself as Carter...it was a nice name. The last person to speak up, and who was also intrigued by how Z managed to pull out such weird things from his hair, was Dorotea, who was probably even more vulgar than the first girl that spoke up.

A little nervous to speak up after Dorotea and her little...monologue...Alex lowered her head once again, the cap covering most of her features once again.
"U-Um...I was playing on the swings and when I jumped off, a light swallowed me up and I e-ended up here." She mumbled, giving another, different occurrence than what the first girl was talking about. "...J-Just call me Alex." She concluded with a frown before looking up slightly to meet eyes with the first girl quickly, only to bring her gaze back down to her lap mere seconds later.

[Assistant]
Alaric's mouth was opened wide as he fell away from the skies above him. What happened to him? Where was he? Who were these people around him? All Aaric could clearly think about amidst the myriad of questions going through his mind was the symbolic nature of this fall from the skies.
 "...Could this be hell?" To Aaric, it didn't seem like it, but it didn't matter to him in a very short time; Aaric was rapidly reaching terminal velocity. The speed alone was enough to make him terrified, not to mention everything else. Nervously curious to how high in the air he was, Aaric shifted the weight of his body to place his gaze towards the Earth. A big mistake. Jolted by the sight of being thousands of feet up in the air, Aaric sporadically opened his arms, allowing the book to fly out of his hands towards a destination unknown. Surely, it wouldn't hit any poor creature. As Aaric grew closer and closer towards the ground, he tightly shut his eyes and his mind began to race.
 "Literature is seeping into my dreams again. It's that quote of descension. After the fall, I'll ascend from this nightmare. Waking reality. Waking real…" Suddenly, the wind that blasted against his face stopped as he felt himself being gently laid upon the ground, face first. Quivering, he lifted his head from the ground while his eyes reluctantly opened. What they saw was a peculiarly grown forest, though, not any forest to the likes illustrated in the books. He darted his head around to examine the scenery further. Around Aaric, a lush, verdant forest surrounded the sunny clearing that the people had just landed in. In the sky, soft, white clouds gently swam towards an unknown destination, the wind blowing west with a promise for adventure. Aaric did not care for the fates of the clouds. He was too busy looking at the people who landed alongside with him.
 "Hey! Random other people! Anyone get the license plate number of that truck that hit us? Looked like a fucking glowing hole in the ground?" One of the girls yelled out, slicing through Aaric's moment of shock like a cold knife. After some time, he propped himself up into a sitting position with crossed legs, carefully observing the other people. It had been quite some time that he encountered people of such a wide variety, especially with the differences in language. In an unconscious effort, Aaric's psyche made a rare attempt to categorize these people. It failed spectacularly, making few yet very incorrect assumptions, but nonetheless, it tried.
 As the other people began to introduce themselves, Aaric felt no need to introduce himself. In most cases, he never introduced himself nor made greetings unless prompted to. He always kept to himself. However, as more and more people began to introduce each other, Aaric began to feel pressure. Somehow, he slowly felt compelled to introduce himself by action of a mysterious force. (called character introduction, but he didn't know that) The blood rushed into his face as he began to introduce himself.
 "Salutations. I-I am Aaric Mitaski." He said in a robotic-esque voice.