[System]
Appearance:

Age: Roughly 33 years old.

Personality: Adam is hard to read, and harder to get close to because of his coldly professional attitude. He is suspicious of outsiders he perceives to be "snooping", often including anyone purposefully seeking him out without an easily discernible reason. He has been observed warming up to comrades outside of battle, but remains wary until a friendship solidifies. He shows approval for anyone who actively seeks self-improvement, and will provide indirect support if the opportunity arises. He seeks to remain busy or linked to his NC, otherwise he remains quiet and reflects.

Backstory:Born into the Smoke Bears bandit-clan of Denver-Vegas controlled Appalachia, Adam's life was nomadic and fraught with danger from it's very beginning. As a child he often heard the tale of his people from the Elder, that their home had been beneath the mountains since before the destruction of the world, their rise to power in early years of the nuclear winter due to the gifts handed down from their ancestors, and their tradition of martial prowess and practice before the return of the Corporations. He learned their land, and their peace, had been stolen by Denver-Vegas in their unending greed. Hunted, Adam's people became bandits and raiders, using their ancestral knowledge of the mountains to ambush DV's convoys, their preference for vehicles a hindrance in the rugged terrain where NCs reigned supreme. He grew up to admire the Elder, who guided the Smoke Bears' crown jewel, All Nerves as it's Companion.

As Denver-Vegas' hold on the land strengthened, the Smoke Bears began to decline. Their supplies dwindled as their enemies changed paths, sent greater numbers of NCs and began hunting for their camps. With the future looking bleak, the bandits lost their leader, their idol dormant without it's companion. The Bandits divided, those who sought to stay would hide their identities, burn their flags and become just another settlement. Those who would keep the mantle of the Smoke Bears would seek out among their number the Elder's replacement through the Trials, and would flee their home in the hopes that their brothers and sisters might survive, even if they were run down. All the clan's young tested themselves in the Heart of the Mountain, and three candidates rose to be tested against All Nerves itself. Only Adam could withstand the link, the others rejected, immutable. They would serve the Smoke Bears as pilots of captured NCs, but they would not come near All Nerves of their own volition again. The Trials complete, they chose to bide their time in order to give those fleeing a chance to slip into safety unnoticed.

The time had come, and the Smoke Bears sped away from their home under cover of night, beating a hasty retreat east, the knowledge that their mission would protect their people was wind at their backs. Their destination was a port on the Atlantic, where they would steal ships from the unsuspecting Corporation and flee their homeland. In the fighting, many of the Smoke Bears fell defending their brothers and sisters, yet still more made away into the night on their pilfered crafts to a land they had only heard of, to "Haven". Things were not so simple, and the Smoke Bears had difficulty adapting to their new life, stifled by promises of freedom turned lies. Haven was no home to them, demanding tribute just as the corporations did to simply live on the land. Money was needed to see his people free, and so Adam found himself a Mercenary. Once more, All Nerves and it's companion would protect their people.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Adam's experience makes him suited to Guerilla Warfare and Offense-oriented strategy. During combat, Adam remains mobile at all times, and has learned to maintain accuracy on the move in order to compensate for his NC's lack of melee and to utilize it's much greater speed.

Outside of combat, Adam is a skilled hunter, tracker and trapper. He also is also a capable butcher thanks to her early service to his clan. Adam greatly enjoys poker, stakes or no, and is notoriously difficult to beat among pilots and mechanic crews.

Notes: Adam is intensely protective of his "family" and his NC, protecting them above all else.
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Code-name: "All Nerves"

Appearance:

Body Type: Bipedal Reverse-Joint, Non-Humanoid

Type of NC: Configurable between Light Artillery and Support roles depending on pod selection and munitions loaded.

Equipment & Armaments:

-[Modular] Pod-mounted Rotary autocannon sporting variable ammunition for use against most targets depending on needs. Variable-Fuze HE rounds are the go-to, and can be toggled en masse to be used against most "softer" targets to great effect.

-[Modular] Pod-mounted M.A.C. (Magnetic Accelerator Cannon) for use against Heavily-armored targets. Can be charged to increase projectile velocity and impact strength.

-[Modular] Back-mounted tactical missile pod.

-[Integrated] Back-mounted Radar/LASER designator sensor equipment

-[Integrated] Co-axial chaingun

-[Integrated] Torso Chaff/Decoy/Smoke launch tubes

-[Integrated/MODIFICATION] Modified reactor vents on torso, able to vent reactor plasma in short, weaponized bursts.

-[Integrated] manipulator arms attached to forward torso underneath sensor-cluster.

Notes: The Operational crew surrounding and working on All Nerves is exclusively Smoke-Bear personnel, and most are outwardly hostile to people trespassing.

[User]
Haven Base

Theodore, from the Operations Room, didn't bat an eye at Cassius leaving; he was his own creature. Then, turning to Terra's hologram, the General Commander said, "What do you wish to ask about the defectors? You think you have a way of binding them to our side in record time, or is it something else?"

It was probably the former, but the latter cannot be discounted. Right now, the main problem was the fact that Terra wanted revenge - the cold kind - on Alexander Sky for harming Kyexun; granted, Alexander might get re-brainwashed into an actual enemy soon, but Theodore was personally attached to that kid. One who loves the people can be troubled, he thought; that was one of his imperfections. So he continued, "If you can guarantee their loyalty, that would be an additional advantage to our forces."

A pause, "Now, can you please come to the Operations Room; it's an order."

[Assistant]
Cody Ang

In Cody's point of view, The recent battle was more of a victory for Haven than a loss. Though two of their pilots were taken out of action, one of them being the team leader, he had managed to somehow convince TABRIS to defect. He had also heard that Terra had also persuaded a comrade of hers to desert Red-star as well, making it two new additions. All of this, coupled with the fact that Haven managed to fend off Red-star's attack completely, was better than what Cody had expected to happen.

The arrival of Haven's third fleet was also good news to him, and the fact that they managed to eliminate a Red-star force by itself also meant that it could hold its own in a fight. Theodore was right, Haven did indeed have a chance to come out victorious this time, however slim that chance may be. And then the commander introduced the new leader. As far as Cody could tell, he seemed alright, but he would see if he was as competent a leader as Zahra was in the upcoming battle. Cody also saw Caz casually greet everyone as he left the room, his actions didn't surprise him however, Caz could do whatever he wanted. He was about to leave to go check on TABRIS when he saw Terra approach the commander to ask something about the defectors. He was curious decided to stay and see what she had to ask, seeing as how he's technically one himself.

[User]
Adam entered and was promptly cut off by one of the squad leaving the room. As the silence began to grow, he decided to break it on his own. His voice was eerily calm, despite the disrespect he had just been shown. "To any and all of you that dislike decorum, feel free to leave now. I know the general composition of this group, and mercenaries are not often known for adhering to formality. If you do not wish to hear what I have to say and your business with Commander Theodore is concluded, make your way out now instead of interrupting me. I will not hold it against you."

Adam waited, hands clasped behind his back. Never one to pass up an opportunity, Adam began his assessment of the team's behavior. Distraction was in short supply, supplanted by the unspoken stresses of combat. Two people stuck out, as they were paying attention. One, the man in a full suit of combat armor, was clearly focused, though on what Adam could not tell. The blonde-haired girl was less focused, but paying close attention where she could. The consistent glances indicated an overabundance of questions he would inevitably have to answer.

His assessment was over in the blink of an eye, masked behind the safe assumption that he was waiting for any pilots to accept his offer and leave as the man stinking of alcohol had. With his voice filled with calm and intensity in equal measure, he addressed the team. "With that out of the way, I will say what I think you all need to hear." He made a point to look each person in the eye before continuing. "The previous battle went poorly due to a lack of squad cohesion and leadership. For now, just know that you will all be assigned to squads of at least three, and you will be expected to cooperate closely with your allies. Squad composition will be based on NC combat roles. Make an effort to understand your fellow pilots today."


[System]
"What I do is for the Cenith Empire. If the Empire says to take that hill no matter the cost, I don't try. I do it."- Lt. Gunter Speidel before the Battle of Wolfreach during the crusade.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Human
Appearance: Picture above. Gunter is a big man, having been built for heavy infantry work. Very muscular and intimidating in his armor.

Personality: A soldier at heart, Gunter is a man with an objective: take the fight to the enemy and apply as much explosive solution as feasibly possible. Even so, out of combat Gunter is often very calm but intimidating, using this feature to his full advantage to keep his platoon in line. However, he was also known to be compassionate with his men, helping them with any problems they came across. As with most soldiers, Gunter is prideful of his own country and proud to be serving in the Empress's Royal Army.

With the recent loss of most of Gunter's family, Gunter is in a torn state, with Gunter being unpredictable and irritable even toward his own superiors. He has not got reprimanded yet as his feelings are mutual across the majority of the army, but Gunter is walking the line.

Bio: To understand Gunter's background, there must be an brief explanation of Gunter's world. The Empire of Cenith and the Collad Republic, both military powerhouses, were at each other's throats since the day the Collad Republic seceded from the Empire. Now, however, there is a even larger threat to both nations than each other: a entity, or what some would call an infection of the land, that is only known as "The Mire." It would take a book to write about everything about the Mire and what it could do, but as for an example of what this entity could do was learn from the minds of those who perished within it, raise the dead back from their grave and boost their abilities, and even take control of the mind in some cases. Even so, both sides fought each other from the days of knights and horses to trench warfare to finally the days where the first assault rifle was first being deployed in elite military units.

When Gunter came into the world, he was born into a very patriotic family. The family has had a history of military service and was proud of it. They expected their son and later their daughter, Gunter's younger sister, to enlist into the Royal Army of the Cenith Empire. This was only reinforced by the fact that school in Cenith taught military classes. Upon his graduation, Gunter decided to enlist into the Royal Army, passing basic training with flying colors, and serving first as a basic rifleman.

Eventually, Gunter climbed through the ranks and reached the rank of Lt, but soon after his valiant last stand against a Mire incursion protecting a town from sure destruction he was recommended to undergo higher tier specialized training. Gunter accepted this proposal and underwent the Royal Army's training program for grenadiers, the Royal Army's shock infantry and explosive specialists. Passing this training, he was put into the famous 12th Royal "Blasting Betty" Grenadier Regiment.

Unfortunately at this point in Gunter's career the world decided that the Cenith Empire and the Collad Republic were a threat to their new religion centered around the Mire and called upon a crusade to eliminate both nations. Though both nations have populations that would make China blush in comparison, the Collad Republic and the Cenith Empire after having a relative 10 years worth of peace made an unlikely alliance to repel the invaders. Five years in, the crusade is still going strong, but the nations are not giving any ground without a fight. Millions of lives are already lost, including some of those of Gunter's family and friends. Still, Gunter survived for five years worth of the crusade in intense battles and combat. At one point, just entering a combat zone alive made a soldier a veteran! Gunter did this and much more for his family and his country, if not because the religious fanatics at his doorstep would murder him.

Power: Gunter wears a bracelet that contains eight orbs-like "gems" of magical energy, activating many passive buffs for Gunter. As long as Gunter has his bracelet he has the ability to be slightly tougher via a weak shield if an attack lands, his attacks hitting slightly harder, slightly faster and more agile, and heal quicker than normal. Of course, this was nothing special in Gunter's world. In addition, he can use minor magic with water, earth, air, and fire.
Likes: The Empire, his family, his comrades, the Royal Army and his equipment
Dislikes: Religious fanatics, insubordination, and generally anything that wants to kill him.
Family: Only living family Gunter now has is his sister Natali Speidel, who is yet to be 18.
Friends: Gunter's platoon can be called his friends as he would die in a ditch for them.
Sentimental Attachment: Gunter keeps a photograph of his regiment and his family in his breast pocket. Always.
Weapon: 7.5mm Field Assault Rifle, 4-shot Grenade Launcher, "power" sword, Semi-Auto handgun, combat knife, 5kg worth of demolition charges, wide variety of grenades to be used with the grenade launcher.
Other: Grenadier-issued explosive-resistant armor, Orbal Fiber Armor(Armored clothing worn underneath), Standard issue orb bracelet(2x Air,2x water, 2x Earth, 2x Fire. 1x fire,water,earth, and air in reserve), Matches, Compass, All-Weather Clothing, Multi-purpose tool, Sanitation and personal hygiene items, Emergency Blanket, First-Aid Kit, Cenith-Issue Gas Mask, Work Gloves, Heavy-Duty tape, Cenithian-issue foldable survival shovel, foldable survival hatchet, Cenithian issue Rucksack, Cenithian Issue Binoculars, Airtight shatterproof safety Jar.

Newly acquired Equipment: Orbal Fiber Armor(Armored clothing worn underneath), Dust Glade Ammunition ( extremely explosive and acidic), fire, lighting, wind and water Assault Rifle Ammunition, Lightning Orb for bracelet(Gunter reckons this will behave like the air orbs), Anti-Personnel Mines.

[User]
Zara huffed perturbed from her diaphragm. It didn't seem like she was going to get paid for any of this given no suitable answers were made for all the questions posed. If she wasn't going to get paid for a missed contract, she hoped for some invigorating action elsewhere; this was a task of mythic proportions, so the thought of shooting a few demons made up for the poverty of her pockets. Her green eyes shifted around to all eight of her new co-stars, and after a moment's pause, she spoke up:

"Well, whose head I gotta shoot first to get some clean answers 'round here?"

[Assistant]
Julia

Julia calmed herself down and her hands stopped glowing red then she looked around at everyone seeing that they were still confused however hearing Angelina speak made her smile. She seemed to be the only one who understood the situation at hand.

"Firstly I am NOT a child. I'll have you know I am twenty years of age! Lalafell are naturally small. I will not send anyone home until you have done what I have summoned you here to do. So go ahead, cry like a child, scream and shout! Let your pitty little world as well as all other worlds and universes die and when they do and trust me, they will. You will be to blame. So tell me again that you won't help because I know for a fact you will! Angelina, yes that pretty much sums it up. I knew I was going to like you when I read your files. Now, let me add to that. As Angelina said, these are cracks in reality. By going through them you could end up in a whole new world, dimension, universe, literally anywhere. That is if you survived. by going through the crack, before you reach the other side, you enter a place of nothingness. In between realities and by going there it rips you apart and instantly kills you. By dying like that everyone who once knew you will forget about you like you never existed. Now, why you? I chose you because each and every one of you have some sort of combat experience. You are all willing to work in a team if you have no other choice, and you are willing to do whatever it takes to survive. You also have the means to do so in this specific world. You were all perfect choices. Before you ask, I read all your files, from birth to your current selves in the Liberary of Knowledge. Now as Aeris said, time is of the essence. Right now no cracks has appeared here but one could very easily do so. For now we must venture further into the world and we need to find the source of the cracks, follow me please."

She waved her hand for everyone to follow and walked towards the forest. After taking a few steps she stopped and turned around to see if everyone was following her not.

Ming

Ming listened to Aeris and clenched her fist then she looked and listened to Angelina. She at least seemed to understand the situation. Finally the little girl spoke again, well at first, shouted. For a little one she had a loud voice which shocked her a bit and the way she spoke to her shocked her more. She had to admit she had a point. She looked to the building they were all in front of, her guess was the Liberary of Knowledge but she could be wrong finally she looked to the girl again.

"Fine, I'll help but who put you in charge and if no cracks have appeared in this world then how do you know so much about them?"

She looked around before stepping forward to Julia. She wondered if anyone else agreed with her.

[User]
Aeris listened to what the others had to say, patiently waiting for his answers, he looked at the man that spoke right after him, making it snow, excited, arrogant, his comment on what time is as a construct of mortal perception is both true and false, a topic for another time and useless in the current situation.

The next who spoke up, a soldier, Gunter, his armor and his helmet it was clear even by the way he spoke, he could even determine whether or not he was an officer of some sort and it seems he shared the same questions Aeris had, he carried himself professionally and kept his calm even in the midst of a colorful range of characters.

And after Gunter the blood covered woman known as Patricia, he wasn't exactly elated at the sight of blood, it reminded him of how he died, alone, fending for himself, abandoned during the crusades.

Then his eyes fell upon the human named D'ren, it was clear in eyes that he was guilty of lust, the way he looked at Patricia was enough to give him the impression, not to mention the way he was dressed.

But it is when Angela spoke, he found some sense, someone who reclarified the situation everyone was in, quite attentive, thoughtful, and focused, her questions only added on to Aeris's.

When Dante spoke his voice had a sarcastic tone as he asked about their options which was in a nutshell, help or everything and everyone dies horrid deaths, unnecessary but humor is needed in times of gloom and doom.

And lastly Zara, who wanted answers, and she wanted them at that moment, it seemed reasonable, all these questions in the past few minutes of talking and still no answer.

Suddenly the girl in the middle burst in anger towards Ming as she stated her age, surprising twenty years of age and she still looked like a child, afterwards she gave them the information they needed as she beckoned them to follow her into the forest, but again Ming spoke up bringing up decent questions, if none had appeared in this realm how does she know what the cracks are? and furthermore, is she really in charge or is there someone else behind this task?

Pressing questions, yet, as time grew shorter for the mortals, these were questions for another time as he sheathed his sword and his wings raised from in front of him to fold behind his back, drooping like a cape as he walked to follow her without a word as he still had a duty to act upon, a holy charge he could not disobey, to repent for the sins of his past and wipe clean his slate.

[Assistant]
Lt. Gunter never saw such a display in his life. Then again, how could he have predicted that he will be whisked away and summoned in some unknown world? Either way, Gunter made the prideful assumption that a Cenithian grenadier, namely a Blasting Betty, was summoned to save what was called a universe and connecting universes. The rough summary that Angela provided made sense to Gunter as he toiled the information through his mind. If that was correct, the Empire would be in worse danger than the Mire kicking down their doorstep. Hell, the Mire could be what was causing this. If that was the case, that would mean the Mire was a graver threat than any of them thought.

However, Gunter did not jump to conclusions. This was unmarked territory to him, filled with the unknown, and they may even lack a home base to rest up and plan a course of action. Once more, Gunter knew that whatever supply lines he had before he was teleported were gone. That was a grave concern to him, even more than the strangers before him.

After hearing them speak, Gunter came to a few more conclusions. First of all, Dante seemed to be some sort of mercenary. Second, the way Patricia acted betrayed that she was a civilian. Unpredictable and worse of all, having to be babysitted. Perhaps Gunter could change that but in the meantime he will simply take note that she spoke when he did and do no more. Zara? Mercenary written all over from how she spoke but Gunter stuck with his previous assessment of her being disciplined. Ming was a hot-head despite her obvious combat experience, but she did raise specific questions that would be nice to know. Chain of command would be necessary knowledge, but the intel of how she knows of this would prove Julia's legitimacy. The kitsune, Ryteb, just made unnecessary use of magic. However, for now Gunter will reserve his conclusion of him for when battle is upon him, mages being what they were.

None of the others changed his first impression as quickly, but now was not the time to think of opinions. This was the time for action, and Gunter had plenty of energy for it and soldiers followed orders. He took a step forward to follow Julia but made sure to take out a empty shell casing and toss it into the forest. The Mire took too much from him already, and so he did this so that it would not take anything else from him. It was then when Gunter spoke.

"Aside from what the Felinus just asked I need to know a few important details. First: we need a home base. You have that set up for us? Second, I am concerned as an officer about the restock of supplies. If we don't have a good supply line or at least an area to get resupplied that should be our number one priority, not the cracks, until those are established. After all, some of us need bullets, munitions, food and water to maintain optimal capability. Third, we need to know the lay of the local area at least and where you are taking us. Or are you expecting us to do the job of the those boys in the Rangers?" Gunter realized he said 'Felinus' and mentally cursed, noting that this may be taken the wrong way and bracing himself for that. I'm not paid enough for this shyte! Then again, when am I ever paid enough?


[System]
Game Origin: The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons
Appearance:
Personality:Energetic, friendly, and just a tad sensual, Din hides her weighty responsibility as Oracle of Seasons behind a mask of gaiety and frivolity. A free spirit who wants nothing more than to celebrate life during times of peace, Din understands that sometimes, peace needs to be protected. She can be a bit of a playful flirt, but will lay off if she realizes she is making others uncomfortable. Din is not a Combatant in the traditional sense, and needs to learn how to think on her feet on the battlefield and use her unique skills to the benefit of the group.
Background:Din's origins are hazy. An orphan, possibly of Gerudo descent, some surmise she is the reincarnation of the Goddess Din herself, though this cannot be confirmed. Din was found and raised by a traveling performance troupe in the land of Holodrum. It was soon discovered that she had power over the seasons of the land, a fact that she and her fellow performers chose to keep secret lest her power be abused by the wrong hands. Din preferred to let the natural cycle of the seasons run their natural course, but would occasionally bring about an early Spring if the previous Winter had been particularly harsh. One day, General Onox, a dark servant of Ganon, came and abducted Din, imprisoning her in a crystal and throwing the seasons into chaos. Young Link arrived in Holodrum to stop General Onox, freeing Din. Holodrum has been at peace ever since, until the Cataclysm of Light struck.
Specialty: Support/Control Mage
Level: 4
Experience: 14/40
Powers:
* Invigorating Dance - Din dances in place and projects an aura of vigor, increasing her allies' speed, strength, and healing.
* Spell of Winter - Din swings the Rod of Seasons, creating a patch of wintry terrain that deals minor cold damage over time to enemies that remain in it, and creating difficult terrain.
* Spell of Spring - Din is able to use the Rod of Seasons to grow vegetation in areas she targets with it, allowing her to grow plants for defense, like wooden barriers or thorny snares, or offense, like binding roots or lashing vines.
* Spell of Summer - Din targets a patch of ground with the Rod, changing the localized season to summer. This creates desert-like heat in the area for low heat damage, and may cause flammables and explosives to spontaneously combust. The effect can also dry out objects within, or make enemies weaker to flame attacks. Also has a temporary, mild blinding effect.

Strengths:
* Nimble - With the physique and stamina of a gymnast, Din is fairly proficient at dodging attacks, as well as navigating through difficult terrain, free running, and parkour.
* Oracle - In tune with magic, Din has a sense for the arcane, and has an uncanny ability to read and interpret magic.
* Charismatic - Whether it's sweet-talking her way to a discount or distracting a guard so her friends can sneak by, Din's not above using her feminine charms to get what she wants.

Weaknesses:Though Din has some physicality and some magical skill, she is not great at either for the time being. She also cannot take a hit very well.
Spirits:
* Storm Eagle - Gold bands around Din's biceps separate flesh from the synthetic black mesh of her new arms, extending all the way to her hands. Integrated into her forearms are purple metal bracers with large, flexible metal 'feathers' with a striking purple-to-blue gradient coloration. These feathers can be angled folded back along her arm, reaching past her elbow, for storage, or extended into full wings. An elegant mask reminiscent of Storm Eagle's face, complete with green gem and red facial markings, adorns her head, though it can be removed. Her nails are all sharpened, yellow claws. This spirit confers the power Gale Wings, which allows her to create great blasts of wind by beating her wings. They can be fired outward to spread things, speed them up, or blow them around; they can also be angled downward to propel Din into the air, after which she can glide. This spirit also inflicts the weakness Robot Master Flaw SE, which makes her more vulnerable to viruses, control, and reptile attacks

Kindred Spirits:
* Koloktos - A guardian of the Ancient Cistern, home to the Sacred Flame of Farore. Like Din, this being is a guardian of powerful sacred forces in Hyrule.
* Storm Eagle - What? This metal bird man can make tornadoes? That's cool, I guess, might make for an interesting combination with seasonal weather effects.
* Popoi - While Din uses the seasons, Popoi uses elemental magic spirits. Both have red hair?

Inventory:
* Rod of Seasons - Though it currently does not have any power to be used, it can allow Din to control the seasons. This power can range from freezing water, melting ice, growing or shriveling vegetation, changing the intensity of the sunlight, altering air temperature, etc.
* Charm Equinox - A keyblade.
* 180 Rupees
* 835 Zenny
* Gogoat's Pokeball -Gogoat:

	+ Gogoat's Moves:

		- Bulk Up
		- Horn Leech
		- Rock Slide
		- Milk Drink
	+ Gogoat's Ability:
		- Grass Pelt

[User]
Michael and Franklin
Level 3- (8/30) EXP / Level 1- (6/10) EXP (+3 EXP)
Location: Peach's Castle, Throne Room
Wordcount: 696

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Whatever the kid's plan was, it seemed to be working. As Franklin fired more shots at his enemy, it suddenly retreated into its shell, slamming into the column that Franklin was hiding behind. "Oh, shit-" was all he was able to get out before the massive creature made contact, knocking into the column and sending pieces of rubble falling dangerously close. Dodging the falling debris, Franklin ran back towards the entrance, to the column that Michael was hiding behind. "I think he's down!"

Peeking out of cover, Michael could see that the enemy Bowser had indeed been knocked down. "Yeah, he's down...for now." As he watched, the group used the opportunity to attack their incapacitated enemy, including, to his surprise, the Courier, who was surprisingly not dead, and even more surprisingly fighting on their side once more. Wait...then, what the hell was that about earlier? He better have a plan... Whatever the situation with him was, Michael couldn't take advantage of their enemy's mistake, as the amount of allies nearby made any attempts to get a shot in far too risky.

To the two men's dismay, their enemy wasn't planning on staying down. The fake Bowser let out a shout, and shot out fire, melting the ice that Din had put up to keep him trapped. Getting up, the two felt their hearts sink as they looked upon their enemy, lit with fire and seemingly no worse for wear, despite their allies' best efforts. A few of their allies rushed forward to engage the enemy, notable a robot that Michael recognized as one of the newcomers from the battles on the bridge. To his horror, the fake Bowser grabbed the machine, and bit off half of it. It's master fired a pistol at it, but the doppelganger sped forward in his shell, presumably crushing her.

Everything went silent, including Michael and Franklin, until Zer0 stepped forward, spouting off haiku in honor of his fallen friend before jumping into the air, and stabbing their enemy in the eye. Things were silent again, and the two hoped that, finally, their enemy had fallen.

But, to their horror, he began to laugh. Zer0's weapon melted, his attack seemingly having no effect. With the flick of his finger, Zer0 was cut in half. Three of their allies were now dead, and their enemy, seemingly unharmed, mocked them. Franklin closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Looking up again, he made a vow that, no matter what, this...thing, this monster, would die today.

While Michael barely knew the cyborg, much less his companion, they were his allies, and he had just watched them be cut down in front of him. While he was no stranger to death, the way the Bowser doppelganger casually killed them made him feel helpless. That feeling of helplessness soon turned to anger, anger at the monster in front of him. Almost automatically, he raised his rifle, feeling some sort of energy flowing through him. Whatever it was, his anger fed it, and he felt it flow into his weapon. As he shouldered his rifle, he sent a look at Franklin, and it wasn't hard for him to understand what Michael was about to do. Franklin moved out of cover, raising his pistol and firing several shots in the direction of their enemy.

Looking down his scope, Michael first centered his crosshairs on Megadragonbowser's chest. Activating his Bullet Time, he pulled the trigger, feeling the energy flow out of his rifle and into the bullet he just fired. A large fireball shot out of the barrel, and the bullet flew forwards like a small missile, a trail of smoke behind it. When it struck, it would cause a small explosion as it slammed into Megadragonbowser's chest. Using his Bullet Time, Michael quickly moved his crosshairs again, and fired twice more, once at the enemy's right shoulder, and another straight into his face. The sound of his shots were deafening, and the large fireball, plus the smoke trail, gave his position away, but it didn't matter to him in that moment. All that mattered to him was their enemy needed to die, and fast.

[Assistant]
Blazermate

Level 3 - (23/30) EXP
Location: Peach's Castle
Word Count: 333

The death of Zer0 and Gauge didn't shake up Blazermate all that much, which felt almost odd to her. She knew she should be feeling at least a little bit of loss over a few teammates dying to MegaDragonBowser. But her instincts as a medabot, a being made to fight and defeat others to claim their power, alongside the mercenary thoughts of Dell Conagher, combined to give her a calm complexion. "Be careful of engaging in melee range fellas! Hes really strong there!" She said, as if that wasn't obvious to everyone in the room considering what happened.

Alongside the fury that MegaDragonBowser showed and the pride the monster took in destroying two of their allies, he also shot a massive fireball at Blazermate's sentry, clearly annoyed at how it was constantly peppering him with bullets, followed by a shockwave ground slam attack. She jumped and hovered over the shockwave attack, but since Blazermate was far away from her sentry, she let it go down in a blaze of glory. She happy that the fireball went towards something she could just build again, instead of another ally at least. Blazermate noticed that to dodge the shockwave attack, Ratchet was riding his robot companion. And in true medabot pride, Ratchet gathered the powers of their fallen allies to distribute between himself and the courier.

Looking around the battlefield, Blazermate attched her beam to Tora as he seemed to be ploting someone as she was trying to collect more scrap for another sentry gun. Considering what happened to Zer0, she wasn't about to go into melee range of that monster. Plus another sentry might do wonders, if it would eat another huge fireball attack like the previous one did. While she was scavaging around, she heard a series of explosive attacks come from MegaDragonBowser's person. Apparently a few more of her allies that hadn't came in the first wave were arriving now, which reminded her. Where was Linkle and that girl they had met under the Master of Master's mushroom thing?

[User]
DinLevel 3 - (4/30) EXP
Location - Peach's Castle: Interior, Throne Room
Word Count: 240
MC

Din screamed as she witnessed Gaige get splattered on the floor of the throne room, and again when Zer0 was torn in half. She wasn't a hero nor even an adventurer. She was a dancer with a traveling performance troupe, and the most danger she had been in was being kidnapped for her Oracle powers. Though she could defend herself decently enough, she had never been exposed to the horrors of combat, and all their fighting up to this point had been against machines or comical enemies who 'poofed' upon death. The humanoid ones, more or less, had been rescued by Friend Hearts. Din was so shocked that she failed to dodge the shockwave from when Megadragonbowser punched the ground, the force knocking her violently to the ground. She had taken some damage, but she was able to stand, only to notice a sharp pain in her elbow. Being a dancer, and a bit of a gymnast, she knew she had a broken arm. Holding her arm, she quickly limped over to Blazermate, but instead of asking for herself, she said, "Please! C-can you heal the...girl with the machine, or... the man with the sword?" She knew her own dancing could heal light wounds, but what had happened to Gaige and Zer0 was far beyond her abilities. Din hoped that Blazermate, whose healing seemed much more potent, could do something. Din didn't even know their names, and now they were...


[System]
Game Origin: Borderlands 2
Appearance:

Personality: Zer0 is an enigma. Very literal, he only speaks in haiku, and ultimately a rather silent type. Zer0 is the epitome of 'mysterious' and his personality greatly reflects that. Some may even wonder if he's even human...

Background:  Warning, contains Borderlands 2 and Borderlands: The PreSequel spoilers on the off chance that you're still avoiding those.

Zer0, the mysterious Assassin, has led a life. Probably. From being 'recruited' by Handsome Jack just to have an attempt on his life made, Zer0 and the other surviving Vault Hunters teamed up to.... Kill Handsome Jack. Which they did, murdering thousands of people along the way as they paved a path of destruction against the psychos of Pandora's wastelands. Having killed the Warrior, an ancient alien weapon, and Jack there were some other adventures from battling Pirates to a Tournament to the death to hunting in the wilds to torturing a guy for information while their friends played DnD upstairs!

Since then, Zer0 and the other living Vault Hunters had teamed up with other Vault Hunters, searching the Galaxy for new Vaults and allies for a mysterious war that loomed on the horizon.

And if there's one thing Zer0 knows, it's murder and mystery.

Specialty: Stealth | Assassin | Decoy
Level: 3
Experience: 5/30
Powers:
* Decepti0n — Aka Stealth. Zer0 becomes invisible, deploying a holographic decoy of himself
* b0re — Zer0's bullets penetrate through enemies and their equipment, dealing increased damaged with each hit.
* Execute — Zer0 can dash to an enemy within 3 meters of him for a melee attack that deals massive damage.

Strengths:
* Agility, Zer0 is light on his feet.
* Marksmanship
* Swordsmanship

Weaknesses:
* Can only speak in Haiku
* Squishy (aka, little in the way of defenses)
* No social skills

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
* Robot Scout
The Scout's distinctive cap and earpiece are integrated with Zer0's suit, and the bottom halves of his legs bear a distinctly retro robotic look. His facial display is also light blue now instead of red. This spirit confers the Power Frontrunner Hardware, increasing running speed and jump height while allowing an impossible midair jump. This spirit also inflicts the Weakness Robo-susceptibility, making him vulnerable to EMP and other jamming attacks

Kindred Spirits:
* Widowmaker (Overwatch)
* Gaige the Mecromancer (Borderlands 2)
* Ahri (League of Legends)

Inventory:
* His trusty sword
* Some crappy sniper
* Null Sector Ammo Case
A case containing a variety of extra ammunition, including pistol, rifle, and sniper rounds. Its variety means there isn't an abundance of each type, but there's enough of each: 40 pistol, 20 rifle, and 9 sniper. All rounds in this purple Null Sector case are Null Sector rounds, which incorporate laser technology to deal heat as well as puncture damage, and also function as tracers.
* Synapse
An organic rifle whose internal organs generate potent charges of bioelectricity to accurately fry enemies at close or medium range. It unleashes 12 jolts per second in a continuous stream, with 72 jolts per charge and 6 seconds to fully recharge, though it won't fire while recharging. The weapon does not need to feed, but it should be cleaned.

[User]
Courier 6
Level 2 - (3/20) EXP
Location: 1-1, Lower Canyon
Word Count:666

The Courier's grin of determination widened into a grin of mad glee. All these creatures had become pathetic in their mad dash to safety! Or maybe it was his sub-dermal armor and they were simply too weak to pierce his protected skin? Either way, he was able to shove beyond them with the effort he forced into the crowd and remained largely uninjured. Then he came across a veritable minefield of bombs, powder kegs by the looks of them (and he did NOT appreciate being reminded of what assholes the Powder Gangers were!) in such great number that he instantly regretted setting foot near the area.

Then they all exploded. Shit.

Courier 6 fell back, hitting his head on the soft belly of a goblin behind him, knocking it out in the process but receiving some nasty whiplash. Ears ringling ding ding dingling with that sweet familiar sensation of tinnitus (or was that his music?), he clumsily dashed back up to his feet, stumbling more than once. He spared a glance back at the small horde he had outpaced, in particular the one that had broken his fall. "Thanks. Now stay. Put. Agh, gonna be feeling this one in the mornin'." He rubbed his neck, turning back to observe the devastated landscape.

Large piles of rubble were only matched by the equally numerous holes littering his path forward. Up ahead he could just barely spot the backside of Zer0. The assassin got ahead of him at some point? Was he not paying that much attention, or did Zer0 use that stealth boy suit he seemed so fond of? Eh, didn't matter. Point was, they were nearly out of the canyon together and more importantly likely to be able to engage the bomb-lobbing assholes. Quickly the Courier worked to put the pace in and catch up.

No sooner had he approached Zer0 did he see what exactly they were up against. The trio of green men appeared to be no different than their dull cohorts with spears, yet undoubtedly each possessed a measure of intelligence that outpaced the larger collective, at least in terms of chemistry. Making these explosives was both complicated and dangerous. Added to that, these varmints were callous enough to saturate their own kin with bombs just to get at two trespassers. Was that the influence of this Galeem? Possibly, but 6 felt the situation wouldn't have been much different without the winged ball of ass's involvement.

OHSHITAROCKET! The target was Zer0, leaving 6 plenty of room to dive aside, but he was not happy with the situation. There was only one course of action to take, he thought as he got up and glared through the dust.

"So YOU'RE the bomb chucking dickweeds, huh?!" he called out just as the radio changed to another familiar song. Hearing the first few notes clicked something in the Courier's brain, giving him an idea. "Where I come from, we're overstocked on explosions! If you can't be more like The Ink Spots, then I'd rather return to sender!"

And thus, without further warning, the Courier took aim with his Ratslayer and activated VATS, this time with the full intent of plugging as many rounds as he could before exhausting his short term stamina. The target was easy to pick out: the large powder keg strapped to the back of one of these varmints. The goblin's body was stout, covering most of it. Factoring in distance, erratic movement from laughter, range and accuracy of the weapon, plus overall skill… The report came in at 19% chance to hit. What about the shriveled sphincter-potato they call a head? 46%, more than twice the chance. More reliable than hoping to pierce a wooden keg with burning hot metal in hopes of igniting black powder? Sure. More awesome? Hell no! Four shots queued up, four shots fired, and hope for the best.

[Assistant]
Michael
Level 1- (6/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Master's Mushroom
Wordcount: 609

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To Michael's surprise, the Centurion seemed to grasp the concept of guns rather quickly. He had noticed him perk up a bit at the mention of gunpowder, so it seemed like gunpowder existed in his world, but guns hadn't been invented yet, or they had been invented but weren't in widespread use. He had expected the armored man to be confused, even angry at the idea, but he seemed to take it rather well. Looks like he's smarter than I thought. At least he isn't calling me a witch or something. He surprised Michael again by describing what was essentially the concept of covering fire. Nodding, he began to speak. "Right, that's what we call 'covering fire' back home. One guy shoots at the enemy to suppress them, while the other guy moves up. You'll still have to watch out for other enemies, but it should let you get close enough to hit them."

Blazermate joined in soon after that, adding some more information about rifling and how many rounds guns can fire. When the Centurion spoke, he couldn't help but rub the back of his neck nervously. Well, he's not wrong...this is probably is a bad time to mention the fact that I'm a career criminal. Thinking about it, he realized that he hadn't bothered to tell anyone about his past. While he doubted that it would make the rest of the group hate him, he wasn't exactly looking forward to that conversation.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he stood and listened as the hooded man (The 'Master of Masters', huh? Someone's got an ego...) began his explanation. What he said lined up with what he already knew. The weird angel thingy was called Galeem, and it was responsible for fucking everything up. Apparently, there were thirteen powerful beings that powered Galeem, and they would fight these beings, and he knew that because he could see into the future, somehow. While he looked somewhat unassuming, Michael figured that, if he had survived the event that turned everyone else into brainwashed slaves, he had to have some sort of powers.

The explanation of spirits caused him to raise an eyebrow. Well, I'll be fucked. Spirits exist. Religious revelations aside, what the Master of Masters described was a very intriguing concept. While the idea of taking a spirit into your mind, or turning it into a weapon seemed a bit cruel, he figured that if they were all going to return to their bodies when Galeem was defeated, it would be worth it. All I know, if I find Trevor out here, he is not going within five hundred feet of my mind. I don't know what the fuck goes on up there, and I don't want to know. Pushing several disturbing images out of his head, Michael was excited to learn that there were ways to free people without turning them into spirits. Besides Kirby, who was still incapacitated, it seemed that this 'Master of Masters' was the only one capable of doing so. While his 'keyblade' looked rather impractical, if it worked, Michael couldn't complain.

The Centurion seemed rather worried, and he couldn't blame him. To his surprise, the girl in the hammock answered his question. So, she's not dead. Guess the Master guy used his key-thingy on her. Looking around at the rest of the group, he cleared his throat. "Well... I guess we're gonna go and save the fuckin' multiverse now." He let out a heavy sigh. "Great. Just when I ready to retire...well, there's nothing I can do about it now 'cept complain, or getting out there and fighting. So, uh...let's get out there, I guess."

[User]
Level 1 - (8/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Canyon
Word Count: 234

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As soon as the little remote appeared, Zer0 knew what was coming. He immediately dived forward, scooting forward with the shockwave as it passed him, and looked up to see a rocket get fired his way.

Why did they always want to use rockets? As if the Hyperion Hawks weren't bad enough about using elemental rocket launchers. But these weren't Hyperion, they weren't even Torgue, let alone a Maliwan. Almost idly he decided to go for a proper challenge.

What better challenge than to return a projectile to sender? It'd be just like the Antagonist shield... But more badass! Only a Vault Hunter could be a real badass!

But this wasn't like a normal rocket. He couldn't just flip it back at them, he suspected, and he didn't feel like being blown up again.

Fucking Jack. Stupid bastards with stupid explosives.

Zer0 ran at the rocket, deftly jumping over it and using the ensuing blast to push him up into the air. He would've smiled of he could've as he pulled out his sniper and began to fire at the cart from above as the merc started firing below him.

He couldn't be certain but his forward momentum in the air might be able to close the distance enough for him if this damn cart didn't just explode like it was supposed to.

"Falling through the air
My bullet a meteor
To bring extinction."


[System]
Age: 19
Year: 1st
Gender: Male
Species: Warlock (Water specialization)
Physical Description:

In Depth Physical Description: Standing at five and a half feet tall, Morgan is a rather thin individual, though not completely devoid of muscle. He has a mop of dark brown hair, always parted in the middle, that falls to his shoulders. Often hidden by his hair are dark blue eyes framed by sharp features that always seem a little distant. He tends to wear a scarf and jacket no matter the weather, and will do without the jacket before abandoning the scarf. Running from the back of his neck to his lower back are jagged scars, from falling through a crust of ice into a frozen lake and shredding his back on ice and stone.
Personality: Morgan is generally seen as quiet and reserved, and for good reason. He is prone to get lost in introspection, even in the middle of a conversation. Equally slow to judge and to trust, his every move and word in public seem to be chosen with deliberate care. Even among friends he tends to be seen as a little odd, though once he warms up he becomes more free and talkative. He tries hard to avoid drama of any kind, but inevitably tries to help his friends as best he can.
Hobbies: Reading, observing nature, drawing and writing (mostly to record notes), and dabbling with potions.
Familiar: Judas, a grumpy, grey-eyed black cat.
Extra: Morgan was born into a predominantly female coven, and has several full and half-sisters of varying ages. His only half-brother is much younger.

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[User]
Morgan Selwyn

Morgan smiled, raising a hand in a small wave as Kiara greeted him. She held a canvas, and paint was smeared across one of her cheeks and parts of her face. The colors contrasted sharply with her pale skin and bright red hair, but made her no less enticing. The Faerie held his attention long enough that he didn't even notice the other girl's nudity until she was introduced. While Samantha did not have the same otherworldly allure, she was no less stunning. Morgan's hand raced his blood to his face, flicking his scarf up over the lower half of his face as he quickly turned his gaze back to Kiara and the gift she held for him.

Just as he took it into her hands and opened his mouth to speak, Samantha asked something about a smell. Morgan frowned under his scarf, glancing over to the smoke. Before he got the chance to speak the other girl was up and clinging to Kiara for dear life. The sight made his face and neck burn all the more, and some part of his mind idly wondered if his nose might start bleeding. The source of the smoke drew his attention however, and was revealed to be Sulleykaar. Of course. Who else but the dragon?

"Fairly well, actually," Morgan replied in a carefully neutral tone. He still couldn't be sure exactly where he and Sulley stood. It was kind of a pain, actually, considering they shared a room. Not to mention the mutual interest in a certain Faerie. "How is your break coming along?" he asked in turn. He held Kiara's painting close to himself, but was careful not to touch the wet paint or let his clothes smudge it.

[Assistant] There weren't any fish Harald could catch, but he really would have loved to. Not letting this frustrate him, the splice continued to dive into the water until all of the dirt had let off of him. Harald just had to take a lot of care about that superstructure on his head not accidentally impaling Alex. The almost crystal-like and edgy thing was always the first to come out of the water again, long before his head was out so he could see clearly again. So he had to keep a respectful distance until his cleanup was complete, then he swam closer to him. "I'm new here. How about introducing each other in a bit more detail ?" He'd like to start first but just in case Alex wanted to do the same he didn't rush into things.

[User]
Quite a crowd was forming in Kiara's little quiet spot by the lake. Of course, the dragon just couldn't stay away. That might risk the chance of having things go smoothly. Sulleykaar's landing spooked the lycan girl. Kiara couldn't complain again that, because the girl pressed her rather attract body up against her own.

"My that is a sight to behold. Two beautiful women in the arms of each other. Even if nothing is planned it is still erotic none the less." Kiki rolled her eyes and turned her nose up and away from Sulleykaar, still obviously pissed at him. Of course he would think two women together was alluring, but two men… gods forbid! She sighed to herself, what a missed opportunity.

"You have have problems with him?" Samantha whispered, leaning in towards Kiara's ear.

"Only in that he seems to always be around." Kiara retorted spicily.

"I say we tag team him first and get the other cutie afterwards." Samantha suggested, turning Sulleykaar's grin sour at the mention of Morgan. That was enough to tickle Kiara's funnybone.

"Hahaha… I think you and I will get along quite nicely, sweets." Kiki purred back at the girl. Sulleykaar and Morgan exchanged the most useless, forced sounding niceties she'd ever heard. "Well… if we are all here by the lake, and it's break. I say we do something fun." The thin faerie girl put her hands on her boney hips. "Last one in is ogre drool~!" she said the 'rotten-egg'-esque taunt in a sing song voice before taking off in the direction of the lake and swiftly diving in.

[Assistant]
Wren @PixiePudding
Lumine's lips pulled into a slight frown when Dominic suggested that she could even be capable of poisoning such a beautiful creature as Cauldron. However, her brilliant smile returned when he complimented her on her food, even if it was somewhat indirect. She gave Cauldron an affectionate scratch under her chin and giggled delightfully at the color change that the pig made. "Marvelous! What a trick! You must be very lucky to have such a wonderful familiar – I would trade you that dunce of a book for her. Oh, and Grigsby is just a boring old stick in the mud made by my grandmother." In response, Grigsby's pages fluttered in protest to her comments. He was obviously irritated.

"I'm also a first year. I've only recently come to this place, and I've found it to be quite pleasing. All of these strange sights, it's enough to make me giddy! Y've Sythae is just not as interesting, I must say." Lumine gave Cauldron a soft rub on the pig's snout. In a swift motion, she picked up her basket full of pastries and stood to her full height. She gave Dominic a longer, more intense once-over than before. "You do seem to know a tremendous amount about magic. Are you a Prince? Oh my goodness, you must be! It all makes sense. Cauldron wouldn't belong to a commoner. Which kingdom do you hail from?" She spoke almost too fast for any protests to be made, her voice gaining in excitement as she continued through with her assumptions. Lumine's head cocked to the side, her eyes flashing with curiosity.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Niall looking at them and gave him a pointed stare back. She wondered if he was a Prince as well. Were all the students royalty? Would offending the wrong one cause a war on her homeland?

As her mind reeled, she got more excited to be attending Rosa Claire. It was like climbing a steep cliff and having the threat of falling to your death at any moment.

"Oh Grigsby, I'm absolutely exhilarated! We could be assassinated in our sleep by any one of these lovelies!" She said in a whispering-voice to Grigsby. She was loud enough for both Dominic and Niall to hear her pretty clearly.

[User]
Dominic

@Aspen Wren
Dominic stood up as well, noticing the height difference, feeling a little insecure about it but quickly brushing it aside. " No, not royalty. My mom just owns a potion manufacturing conglomerate. I... don't think assassination is commonplace here. As far I know anyway." He thought it over for a bit. "Well at least I won't murder anybody, can't really speak for the everyone in that regard."

He brushed himself down a little and walked over to a table not too far from Niall and offered Lumine a seat by pulling one out before seating on another, placing Cauldron in his lap. "I feel a little weak after crouching down. I'm also hungry. Would like to join us at the café?". Although, Lumine as peculiar and fascinating as she was, she was overall pleasant and Dominic was pleased she came along and made the atmosphere much lighter.

He turned to Niall with a smile, finally able to properly break the ice. " Hello, I'm Dominic, this is Cauldron. We started as 1st years- oh, and this Lumine and Grigsby. What's your name?" Dominic extends his out, realizes the distance between them is a bit too far for a handshake and then retracts it; keeping his smile and eye contact firm all the while.

[Assistant]
Alexandros
Observer@Fetzen

Alex watched with interest as the sharp crystalline structure on top of Harald's emerged from the water before the rest of him, quite a lot like a shark's fin. Idly, he wondered if that ever lead to difficulties for him that Alex did not have, like getting through doorways. Alex floated on his back enjoying the cool water's feel upon his tanned skin mixing with the pleasant warmth from sun above them, his fingers still drummed silently underneath his head. Harald swam towards him, apparently whatever he had been doing under the water now complete, and asked for more details about him. Alex nodded his head easily turning so he was now straight up, his muscles legs moving slightly in order to keep his head above the water.

"Sure I am new as well! I haven't even checked in at the main office yet. He turned his head and let out a bark of laughter. From the waters edge he could see the faint forms of the easily recognizable Sulleykaar speaking to what he assumed were three other students. He was a bit too far out to see many details, but it seemed they were all getting along extremely well! The girls seemed be sharing an embrace, before one of them ran out towards the water apparently to join them. Alex yelled out a hello towards the red head girl who had entered the water than turned back towards Harald. "So tell me about yourself. What is it like to be a splice?"

[User]
"HEY! WAIT UP!" She sprinted towards the water, laughing along the way. However she didn't see the lump in the ground so as she leapt in, her foot caught the peak of it and fell in face first in a sort of belly flop. She yelped as she hit the water, floating face down before sinking a bit. She decided she might as well swim under water for a bit and did. Kicking around and moving her arms in a frog-like swimming style until she got over to Kiki. Samantha leapt out and tackled her, hoping to drag her under water.

"Pretty well. I had some stock I had to move around and decided I would buy a small company that manufactures clothing. Spent somewhere between 4.2-6.6 billion for it but I will make that back soon enough. Forget the name of it. Starts with a "t" or a "s". But either way, I'm looking forward to seeing the corporate office. But besides that I invited my little brother to visit me here so I do look forward to that. He's a bit on the...how do I put it...He's full of energy so I planned on showing him around the school and would like to introduce them to my friends. Also I plan to go to my summer home in Italy. I was wondering if you would be interested in coming? I plan on inviting the others but I would rather ask you first considering your my roommate. So...Are you interested?" He cocked an eyebrow to Morgan and waited for an answer.

Once Morgan gave his answer he turned to the others who moved towards the lake. Glancing over at Morgan he smirked. "You heard Kiara, last one in is Orc drool...Though. Gobli drool is a lot worse and...It's not time for education, it's time for fun. Come on Morgie!" He laughed at the last part as he trotted over to the water. He rolled his shoulders and took off his polo and undershirt. His body was well toned, like that of a professional athlete at the peak of performance. His muscles flexed and moved fluently with his movements, which gained a few cat calls from Samantha causing him to grin. But also with his body came a multitude of scars of all sizes. The largest one however, ran across the length of his torso. It was deep and wide and seemed to have healed naturally. Samantha nudged Kiki in the side. "Hey Keeks, did you know his body looked like that?" She asked while subconsciously rubbing her own. "What do you think caused those? I feel so bad for him." She said sympathetically. A moment passed before she called out to him. "Hey Suls! Do you want to get your pants wet too!? She yelled the question. He looked up and at the other guys before giving her a lopsided grin. "I would rather not make the others jealous!" He yelled back. Samantha pouted before starting a chant, encouraging Kiara to join her. "Take them off! Take them off! Take them off!"

[Assistant]
Morgan tried hard not to roll his eyes. He really did. But Sulley's lengthy explanation of his business ventures gave him an urge that was just too strong. By the time he had asked about the vacation, Kiara and Samantha had already started for the water. Watching the girls walk, his mind worked out a tactful answer to the Dragon's question.

"Sounds like a great time, you'll have to let me know when you plan on going exactly. There are some things at home that simply can't be missed and I'd hate to miss the trip." It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but Morgan wasn't entirely sure Sulley wanted him there. Of course if the invitation was sincere, he doubted his roommate would let him bluff his way around it like that.

On the way to the water, Morgan carefully leaned Kiara's gift against the base of a tree. He shed his jacket and dark jeans there as well, leaving his shirt, black boxers, and his scarf. The last he tied into a loose knot as he turned back towards the others. Upon spotting Sulley's scars, he winced briefly. Most of his own back and neck were fairly heavily scarred, and he didn't like having it out in the open. Shifting his shoulders uncomfortably for a moment, he made for the water without comment as Samantha started chanting. He simply jogged down into the water until it cleared his waist, then dove below the surface to resurface near the girls. His clothes and hair got soaked immediately, but it had never bothered him before. It wouldn't exactly be hard to dry off again once they were out of the water.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Bugbear
Class: Barbarian
Level: 2
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: See persona section of the linked character sheet.

Backstory: In the middle of a grassy field stands a large rock. This rock is known to the locals as the Snoring Stone, a name it gained after people began to hear loud snoring with no discernible source when passing the rock sometimes. People were unsure of what to make of this weird phenomenon until someone made too much noise near the rock and the snoring turned to angry yelling. After that, people became convinced that a spirit had made its home in the rock and began leaving it offerings of food, drink, gold, and other kinds of gifts, hoping that this appeasement would calm the spirit and dissuade it from following through on the threats it had made to those who disturbed its slumber. These offerings pleased the spirit enough that it forgave the disturbance, on the condition that the offerings continued.

With the arrangement made, things returned to normal for a time. The Spirit Of The Snoring Stone rested peacefully in its rocky home and the locals regularly brought it offerings to keep it that way. Eventually, a brave and desperate carpenter decided to wake the Spirit again. Before the Spirit could begin angrily making threats though, the carpenter begged the Spirit's help with a problem no one else could help him with. Upon learning that the carpenter had brought a much grander offering that usual to convince it to help, the Spirit eagerly agreed. The very next morning, the carpenter awoke to find the solution to his problems awaiting him on his dining table. Overjoyed by the end of his woes, the carpenter told others of what had happened.

After that, many other locals came to petition the Spirit Of The Snoring Stone for its aid. A shepherd who had lost some of his sheep would find them tied to a post the morning after visiting the Stone. A fisherman whose usual spot had dried up found a map to a pond full of much tastier fish nailed to his door after asking the Spirit for help. And when an angry mob asked for help in tracking down a murderer, they found the murderer's corpse an hour later, clubbed to death and beheaded.

One day, a farmer arrived at the Snoring Stone out of breath and in a state of panic. His house had caught fire, no one could put it out, and his family was trapped inside. He offered everything he had in exchange for his family's safety. "Go 'ome an' wait." The Spirit said. "I'll do the rest." And so the farmer hurried home to where his wife, children, and elderly parents were still trapped and prayed to the Gods as he waited for the Spirit to come. Suddenly, the door burst open and the farmer's parents rushed from the house just before the fire blocked the way. Then, each window in the house smashed open, allowing one of the farmer's children to climb out of each one before the flames blocked those exits too. With no way out left, the farmer, his family, and the assembled crowd watched the burning house as they wondered how the spirit would rescue the farmer's wife. Their answer came when one of the house's walls gave way and the farmer's wife emerged from the hole... cradled in the arms of an enormous bugbear.

The bugbear, who went by the name of Brutrumukk, revealed himself to be the so called Spirit Of The Snoring Stone, having played along with their beliefs to sponge off the offerings the locals had brought to the Snoring Stone, which he explained had a hollow interior and a secret entrance. Remembering all that the 'Spirit' had done for them, the locals refrained from driving the hulking goblinoid away and decided to let their current arrangement stand due to how helpful Brutrumukk had proven himself, even if the black-hearted bugbear had only helped for personal gain.

A year after settling in the Snoring Stone, Brutrumukk was rudely awoken one day by the sound of a certain multiversal carnival being set up right next to his home.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

Day Count: 2 (349)
Kill Count: 1
Most Kills in a Dungeon: 1
Most Kills in an Encounter: 1
Most Kills in a Round: 1

[User]
Hither
The Inn at the End of the Road

While the party spoke with each other, the innkeeper, Tsu Harabax, prepared the bowls of hearty stew for the party. She sets each bowl with care, along with wooden utensils. Along with the stew, she also sets out a plate of plum pie and a glass of fresh water. The fresh water was clearly purified of any...swampy contaminants.

The hearty stew is full of vegetables and potatoes, clearly a vegetarian dish, but it is still filling and refreshing! Should any of the party partake in the plum pie, they find that it is a perfect blend tart and sweet flavors. Like the cupcakes in the Feasting Orchard in the Carnival though, the plum pie does leave purple stains behind if the party members aren't careful.

Once everything was prepared for the party, she reassures them, "Here you are. Please enjoy the food,"

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

"I helped him by using a simple spell I learned decades ago." Aurora explained as she cleaned her clothes. "It can take awhile for large quantities of things that need to be cleaned, but it works in situations like this when means of cleaning are limited. I can help you clean your gear once I am done with mine."

"That'd be great." Brutrumukk said gratefully "The swamp stink's startin' to rub off on me. I'll be needin' that gone in case I need to sneak around. There ain't no skulkin' what can work if a nose can smell you comin' a mile off."

"I would also like to let you that I do not agree with your intentions of eating these bandits." Aurora went on to say. "In all honesty I do not intend on killing them unless we have to. They are still humanoids and at least deserve a chance to redeem themselves. Besides that humanoids are not food. I know I probably cannot convince you otherwise Brutrumukk but I also want to put it out there that I will not be eating this supposed rabbit stew you plan to make from these folk."

"Eh, suit yerself." Brutrumukk said. "That just leaves more fer the rest of us."

"Here you are. Please enjoy the food," The innkeeper called out as he served the stew and the pie and the water.

"Oh don't you worry." Brutrumukk said as he bore down on on his bowl of stew. "I will enjoy it very much!" With that said, Brutrumukk went about the business of demolishing the stew with great gusto an gluttony. "NOM NOM NOM! Om. Nom... Oh, dish shtoo ish delishush!" Brutrumukk exclaimed before swallowing the food in his mouth and continuing. "I notice there ain't no meat in it though. Did the 'ag's goons take all the meat as well?"

[User]
G A B R I E L
"Eh, suit yerself." Brutrumukk said. "That just leaves more fer the rest of us." the frown that had been forming on the half-elves face creased the sides of his mouth, guess it was true what folks said about the bugbear.

"Here I thought you were different big guy." Gabe muttered under his breath as he shook his head, at least Jub seemed different but he wasn't sure where the little guy would stand on his friend eating people.

"An eye for an eye," he said after having a spoonful of stew, like he were quoting something "Or so we said on the streets of Waterdeep. We didn't go around eating thieves." it was moral code, when someone took something you took something.

A life for a life or an eye for an eye "Now I am going to take what was stolen but nothing more," the bard finished his stew and whispered his thanks to the innkeeper before turning in his seat to look at the bugbear.

"Let's not go around eating those who do wrong, besides we'll be taking back something worth more than rabbit! Beer!" he slapped the furry brute on the shoulder before getting up and looking back to the old innkeep "So miss, how bout that bath?"

[Assistant]
Jub the Peculiar

Jub nodded in silent agreement as Aurora mentioned the benefits and handiness of the Prestidigitation spell, but conspicuously stopped doing so when she started getting into a debate with Brutrumukk about whether or not they were going to eat the rabbit bandits. He knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere with that argument, after all. He did, however, decide to point out something that he had noticed about the bugbear. "Given how much we've had to eat today, I'm surprised you're still hungry," Jub said between mouthfuls of his own meal. "Are you ever full, or is your stomach some bottomless void?"

[User]
Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk gave an apathetic shrug as another one of his companions turned their nose up at the thought of eating the Bunny Brigands. Brutrumukk wasn't entirely sure why they were taking issue with this. It's ok to eat normal sized non-talking rabbits that haven't done anything wrong, but eating human sized rabbits that can talk and engage in banditry isn't? Brutrumukk could not for the life of him understand the logic behind that. But he wasn't about to argue with them though. The fewer people to share the meat with, the greater share of meat he'd get for himself.

"Given how much we've had to eat today, I'm surprised you're still hungry," Jub said between mouthfuls of his own meal. "Are you ever full, or is your stomach some bottomless void?"

"Bugbears are bigger than most other folks." Brutrumukk explained. "So o' course our stomachs would be bigger than most other stomachs too." Of course, there was more to it than that. But metabolism, the effect regular physical exertion has on it, and all that other theoretical knowledge wasn't Brutrumukk's strong suit, so he wasn't aware of those reasons.

[Assistant]
Hither
The Inn at the End of the Road

The innkeeper, Tsu Harabax, gave a gentle smile when Brutrumukk complimented her cooking. When he asked about meat, she answered "Oh no. I never had meat to begin with. I am not really fond of hunting,"

She continues as she waved a hand over a nearby pot full of soil, "Besides, I consider myself a better gardener than hunter," After she waved her hand over the pot, a plant rapidly grew from a seed, to a sapling, to a small plant that rapidly grew a bright red bell pepper.

Tsu Harabax casted Druidcraft to grow a bell pepper.

When Gabriel asked about the bath, Tsu answers him, "Ah, that's right. Pardon my rudeness," She nods upstairs and she informs him, "The bath is upstairs. It's in the room at the end of the hall. The rest of the rooms are bedrooms,"

After Jub and Brutrumukk talk about the bugbear's eating habits, Zavakri speaks up, "Actually, that would be because of metabolism. From what I remember from my one course in the study of living beings, that's when the body turns the food a bloke ate into energy. With how big you are, Brutrumukk, it would make sense that you have to eat more in order to have enough energy to even move about,"

She then shrugged, "But alas, my specialization is in Astronomy and magic. I am not as much of an expert,"

[User]
Brutrumukk

The sight of Tsu casting her spell on the pot of soil caused Brutrumukk to pause in his eating and watch intently as the seed within the pot grew into a bell pepper over the course of six seconds. As the innkeeper turned to address Gabriel's inquiry, Brutrumukk got up from his seat and walked over to where the bell pepper was. Druidcraft. Brutrumukk recognized the spell. He knew it well. It was a spell his mother knew. She tended to use it more for its weather prediction and fire making than its plant growing, but even so, Brutrumukk hadn't seen that spell since he'd last seen his mother cast it. Seeing it again now... it made him feel strange.

Brutrumukk was pulled from his thoughts suddenly when Zavakri brought up the specifics of metabolism. "Met a bowl-ism?" Brutrumukk asked in a confused manner once Zavakri was done talking. After a moment, Brutrumukk just shrugged his shoulders at that. "Book people say the weirdest things sometimes." Brutrumukk cast one final glance back at the bell pepper before turning away from it, walking back to his chair, sitting down, and finishing his bowl of stew.

"All that talk o' rabbits just now 'as me thinkin' about that lot what we met by the bridge" Brutrumukk brought up to everyone present as he pushed his bowl away and pilled his plate of pie closer. "They wanted our memories of the best thing what someone ever gave each of us, yeah? We stopped 'em from doin' that, but now it's got me wonderin'... What is the best thing what someone's given each of us?"

[Assistant]
Jub the Peculiar

"Best thing I've ever been given?" Jub paused in his meal and tilted his head to one side. "Well, now, that's a tough one. While the most important thing I own is, of course, my spellbook, I wasn't exactly given that." He frowned. In truth, he had received very few gifts in his time, and none of them were particularly noteworthy. They had been either things like food or money, interchangeable things that you didn't hold onto for too long. Jub's ears were drooping slightly as he was starting to think he'd have to admit to his new friends that he didn't have any fond memories like that...

... then he remembered Gabriel giving him his bag of pixie dust back at the Carnival, the bag he still had among his belongings. It had been a small thing, and he'd forgotten it not long after, but it had been nice to get given something like that out of the blue.

Of course, he wasn't sure how comfortable he felt admitting that to his companions. They might make fun of him. He opened his mouth to lie and say he couldn't think of anything but instead... "Well, there was that pixie dust Gabe gave he me at the carnival," he said. "That was pretty nice." Once he realised what he had just said, his face flushed. "Ha ha... wow this is really good food, ma'am, what's your secret?" he quickly said before proceeding to stuff with face with food, praying to whatever gods were currently listening that his friends would ignore what he just said.

[User] "The pixie dust Gabe gave you?" Brutrumukk said. He chuckled at that. Though it was a warm sort of chuckle, devoid of any malice. "I'm not sure whether I should find it sweet that you think so 'ighly o' Gabe's gift or if I should be pissed off at the world fer not bein' nicer to you sooner... Ah what the 'Ells, I'll go with both."


[System]
Alias: The God Hand

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Class: Shrine maiden turned brawler.

Equipment: The basic of basics of her profession's tools, a few anti demon talismans, a few more of anti curse, and several empty talismans, an inkbrush, an ink stone, and some inksticks.

Abilities: Due to being the current possessor of one of the God Hand, her usual strength, agility and resilience from surviving in the mad world she lived in was bolstered. She follows in the path of her predecessor, sealing the God Hand not with a Deistic Brace, but with seals and barriers of her profession, an advantage she had over her mostly meatheaded predecessor. This in turn allows her to release its powers with a more explosive result, giving her greater strength, agility as well as nigh invulnerability for a short time. There is also minor effect of her being able to call in projections of items with her God Hand, though the projections can only make simple objects. Anything containing complex insides would be impossible for her to project. From her profession as a miko, or a shrine maiden however, she can do mostly ritualistic magics, from summoning a local kami or deity for divination and the likes, to calling for rain, to the more practical talismans.

Fighting Style: Due to the Mad Max plus more magic and poison chihuahuas nature of her world, she picks up new moves fast, and thus may use opponent's moves against them. Obviously this only applies to physical moves, so she can't breathe fire all of a sudden, or do magic beyond her ability. She fights mostly with her body, using her fists, projected items, real items or even other hapless attackers to bash against her opponents. Taunting opponents into dropping their guard, or fighting dirty was not beyond her. In the event that she was well and truly in danger of losing, she would unleash the power of the God Hand, which would give her precious seconds of empowerment before fading away.

Personality: While she could be said to be confident and cocky, she was that in a way that does not make her seem like an uneducated city thug, but instead of a rich lady with from a rich noble's house. By no means was she ever unseemly rude, for she minded her manners well, and though she did not go out of her way to help every bleeding soul in the area, she wasn't indifferent to the suffering of others. She was the very image of a mild mannered shrine maiden, aloofly judging everyone the same, and treating everyone with as equally as she could.

In battles however, she was prone to taunting the opponent, and letting them do the first move, before beating them down once she's judged their ability.

Bio: Born in the crazy world that was the world of God Hand, she had learned both her profession and how to defend herself almost from the same age as she learned to talk. Juniper and her family had managed to keep one of the last places where it was relatively peaceful and away from the eyes of the more prominent demons around. Finally inheriting the shrine, she remained there for most of her life, acting as its sole guardian and shrine maiden, keeping the peace around it and doing rituals during those very rare times someone managed to find AND reach her without being mauled by bandits. Other times, they were the bandits, though she did not refuse her services to them.

One day, a man came to her shrine, wishing for someone to keep the God Hands. Thinking those were simply religious artifacts, she agreed to keep them, with thoughts of enshrining them to keep them safe. Instead, she lost her own arms and was grafted with the God Hands, arms from a long dead man who toppled a demon long ago, still filled with power. The man revealed himself to be one of the clan that kept the God Hands safe, and thus with that, she now kept her shrine with the company of a rather annoyingly polite man, whose air of politeness belies the snarks he made often.

Weeks past, and she had grown complacent in her ability and her powers with both of the God Hands in her possession. One night, she was awakened by a screeching demon, with her left arm, or more accurately, the left God Hand, missing and her shrine burning down. Without further ado, she set out to reclaim her left arm, and find out what happened to the man that gave them to her.

Wish: She wants nothing more than to reclaim her left arm, and find out what happened to Bernheim, the man who grafted the God Hands onto her.

Echo: Her shrine, showing its age, but beautiful in its own way. Plants grew around it, giving what little color there was in that bleak place it was located. A place full of her memories.

Appearance:

She is missing her left arm, and her clothes are a bit burned around the edges, but otherwise she remains similar to the picture.

Frenzy: Three black arms that sprouts out her left side, turning her veins on the left black with their influence. Each arm is amorphous yet solid, allowing it to stretch and change shapes suddenly. Speed far beyond her normal limits is attained in this form.

Inventory: A phylactery.
Rosary: Rewards a last-second evasion by launching a magical wave-motion counterattack against the wearer's assailant

[User]
Queen Ghidorah
Location: Hidden Settlement

The dark fog continues to cloud the way as the Queen treads towards the center of the settlement. It was eerily quiet. Perhaps, too quiet, other than the occasional sounds of crows, owls, or other various forms of wildlife, even the sound of wind was rather faint. But as she investigates the abyss abroad, made by the thick trees, she suddenly hears a voice echo from god knows where. The sudden voice slightly startled Ghidorah, but with a growl she looks up at where the voice was coming from.

"Evening, ladies!" a male voice echoes through the damp forest, " You might not know it, dragon girl, but a certain someone is only a couple seconds away from having you in her sights. With all the tension in the air, I might as well getcha started now. Looks like it'll be an exciting game of cat and mouse...will the deadeye put enough holes in the Queen of Terror to take her down before the firebreather flushes her out? Let's find out. Ready? Go!"

And as the voice stops silently, the dragon girl's senses began to tingle. Indeed someone was nearby. And from what she heard, this was a sniper. She could literally be anywhere around her, hiding in the trees. With a frustrated growl, without a second thought, she heads into the trees, which should provide her with some cover from the bullets that may be being fired upon her. Then, once she figures out where the bullets are coming from, she raises her arms as her fingers splatter a volley of yellow lightning out into the trees, in an attempt to draw the attacker out and to see where she may be. No fire will be started, but if provided she keeps it up, an eventual spark might be the kicker...

"SHOW YOURSELF YOU SNIPING-COWARD!" she booms as she tries to find Fran.

[Assistant]
"Noble? Not the first word I'd use to describe me, but I'll take it."

Staring down at the mask now in his hand, Teller contemplated what to do with it. Of course, it didn't take long to relegate it to a place in his rucksack. It was good for combat obviously, but the perimeter alarm and delta detector in his armor was more useful for everyday operations. So, Teller decided to heed the advice of the announcer and start worrying about his survival for the day. He didn't have any rations on him, the mission hadn't been an extended one, just a rapid raid from FOB Blackhawk. So, he needed to go about finding some food, though shelter seemed to be more or less a non-issue given the massive amount of buildings in the area. That noted, he decided it was best to find a vantage point and get a lay of the land. That way he'd at least have some form of bearing, hearkening back to his survival training as part of his UASD training, Teller scanned his surroundings for a tall enough structure to give him some bearings. Sadly this place seemed a suburb, with the structures being of uniform height and each lawn seeming like the one before. So, selecting the nearest one, he resolved to find a way to get up to the rooftops and survey the land.

First was the interior of the house, he had to make sure the area was clear. Bringing his rifle to a low ready, Teller took a deep breath to steel his nerves before moving in. Breaching a room solo was dangerous at best, but he could at least limit the damage done by pieing off the room. He took a moment to recall the technique as he hadn't used it since before the devil invasion, only as a Marine in the Middle East had he used the technique. "Alright, open the door and step back, clear the room by angles from outside, easy and simple. If Lance Corporal Teller with 2/3 Marines could do it, Captain Teller of the UASD can do it." He opened the door from the side and took a few steps back before slowly sweeping right, getting a sense for every part of the room that could be surveyed from the outside. Satisfied the area was clear as best as he could see, he entered and swept left and right, finding the house to be clear of hostiles.

The house was somber and quite, reminding the Captain of the seriousness of what he had just left behind. Moving to the kitchen area, he didn't bother with the the fridge. He had no idea how consistent power had been to this area, but perishables were useless regardless. Looting cabinets still didn't leave much, but he found a few cans of food that seemed edible. Putting them in his ruck, he continued looting around but didn't find much more. He did, however, find a useful tool in the garage in the form of a short rope, about three feet in length. He placed it in his rucksack before continuing on for, according to his armor, forty five minutes, stopping to loot intermittently. As the time for the 'storm' neared, Teller decided it was time to seek cover. Like every other house before it, he pied off the door before entering. As ever, he looted a few cans of food before, this time, coming to rest in a bedroom. He shut and locked the door behind him and lay down in the bed, comfy it seemed but it creaked angrily beneath the weight of the armor, though it held. Teller set his armor to sound an internal alarm if it detected motion within the house of anything standing taller than 4'10. Teller settled in for a fitful sleep as ever, the same old nightmares of battles fought and Marines lost no longer able to wake him from his slumber.

[User]
No matter where they were, thugs were still the same.

With a flick of her wrist, she projected a large bat, and with a swing, sent all four of those charging her flying in all directions. As if a switch had been turned, the rest of those anons swarmed towards her, brandishing weapons and fists. A veritable crowd, one that most martial artists would have been hard pressed to fight.

Juniper was not most martial artist.

For one, she wasn't trained in any recognizable forms of martial arts, but an amalgamation of what her mother taught her and moves she copied from her opponents. And for another, fighting a large group of people was something she did very well.

With a tremendous blow to the first one to come near her, the anon smashed through the crowd like a cannonball, knocking several of them down in the process. In the resulting brief moment of confusion among them, she took down another two anons, before slamming on the floor with her prodigious strength. Debris and dust flew everywhere in the resulting explosion, both blinding and knocking out any unfortunate enough to be hit with a large enough chunk of floor.

Manufacturing an advantage was needed to fight a large group like this. Confusion, fear, and hesitation was as potent a weapon as her own fists would be. If they were hesitating, they weren't fighting. Not all of them would act the same however; there were some that was braver — or more idiotic depending on how one view them — than the rest. Some of them managed to get a blow in, but none really had the strength to really hurt her. The sharper weapons were prioritized first, with her taking advantage of her longer limbs to knock out the users before they can get close.

With just a few minutes of fighting later, most of the group was already knocked out or have fled, leaving only a small handful left. Bodies of those knocked out littered the mostly destroyed floor, with some draped on broken furniture. Juniper had not gone unharmed however, for though she was well versed in fighting a large amount of opponents at the same time, she was still but one, and they were many. There was a cut on her temple and her arm was bloodied, but she was still standing strong, that smile still on her face, daring the anons to come closer. There was certainly a lot of them, but they were hardly the match of even the thugs from her world. They lack the resolve, power and determination of the desperate depraved men who had done battle on each other to merely survive another day.

The anons seemed identical to her, but there was one that had caught her eye ever since the first four anons had tried to attack her. A fellow with a bandana, that had hung back instead of trying to get in on trying to murder her.

"Well? Was that it?" She addressed those still remaining. "It will take more than that to satisfy me."