[System]
Age:23

Gender:Male

Appearance:

Sin:Greed

Personality: Layed back type, very friendly with weird personal space issues, very smart, self described lazy sociopath.
Fears: being poor, getting caught by the police, and dogs

Biography: As an pudding entrepreneur Milo has always found a way to make money. From selling candy from his locker to drugs to the jocks of his school. Milo always wanted more but never got it because of his incredible lack of motivation. Even after he graduated every job he took he would eventually quit. Going back to selling drugs or pick pocketing or playing music on the side of the street. This was hid kinda life, until that life came to a crashing halt. Milo was arrested and sent to jail. Being bailed out by his parents they gave him and ultimatum, go to collage or be cut off forever. This simple would not do for Milo since he didn't even pay the insurance on his van he was living in. With Milo starting his new life in collage he quickly found his old habbits coming back, and this is where he meet Phil. Phil was a kindred spirit to Milo in evil doing and the two reaking havoc across the collage. Phil eventually introducing him to the others. The others mention a night of excitement, and milo being the shady drug dealer he is thought he would tag along.

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Isabel Velton

@FallenTrinity@DJRaVeS@Arkaotic@Doc Doctor@Emuxe

It took a moment and a wild shaking of her head before she actually paid any mind to what was happening around her. She heard yelling, she felt shaking, and then she was running. What was going on?

She thought hard, and the memories flooded her mind - it was like living two different things at the same time. She could vividly place herself where she was when she grabbed the barrette. Then, yelling? Wait, why was Sabastian on the floor? She started walking over to him and leaned over, but she didn't feel worry. She placed her hand on his shoulder, shook him a bit - she felt him start to gain consciousness - then he was upright.

Why are these feelings so... distant? Where did time go all of a sudden? She couldn't help but feel exhausted as all of a sudden, she was physically falling. There was a redness around her, and she saw everyone else falling along with her. When did she stop running?

Then, she went back to the past. It was such a surreal experience - she was hopping in and out of two different times, neither one seeming coherent. And she kept hearing this voice in the back of her mind - You're so perfect... You're so beautiful...

She remembered Jake saying something - what she heard was scattered, broken, scrambled.

"Guys--isn't--we're all--I just can't--" Everyone had this scared expression on their face. They all kept looking like a ghost to her. She looked back to Jake - she saw anger in his eyes. She glanced at Sabastian. She saw hatred. Then more shaking overtook her, and she was running.

Then, through a doorway. Free falling. Was this the present, now? She couldn't piece it together. Still, the voice persisted,

How lovely... How delicate...

Then they landed. But it wasn't like before, not like when they fell into the cave. She felt an ease, a grace beneath her feet. She felt the rock and sand, deep red in color, turn into jelly. She felt the earth soften and thicken, and harden again when she had placed both feet on the ground. It was like it knew to change and prepare for her impact, loosen for her landing.

Then there was a sea of black and red among the sand and rock - moving swiftly, closer and closer to them. Then she woke up.

"Oh - oh my God!!" She shrieked - were these demons?? She saw hundreds of the disgusting beasts surround them from all sides. She heard a destruction to her left and turned to see Jake pummel several into the ground. Fear struck her, turning her pale, and time seemed to slow around her. Then the voice was back.

Careful, precious - you're too important to freeze on us. She felt a shaking, and her left arm was lifted. She looked down at her hand, watching as her fingers bent and cracked around. Suddenly, the ground directly in front of her exploded and rained rubble, and the rubble turned into a rain. The demons who ran beneath it shrieked and screeched, their flesh practically falling from their skeletons. Isabel couldn't help but watch - no matter how hard she tried to turn her head, avert her gaze, she couldn't seem to get her muscles to work for her, like they were locked in place.

"Is this hell?" Jake asked aloud. The question was almost rhetorical in tone. Isabel kept pressing against her own muscles with her mind, trying so hard to move the way she wanted to. Finally, her body was released, and she fell backwards, all of her energy that she used to move, bursting out at once, forcing her to the ground.

You understand, don't you? I couldn't just let you die. So I took control. Then, she felt a pain well up in her gut. The kind that turns your body in on itself, forces your legs close to your chest.

"Who the hell are you!?" She screamed aloud, scared beyond her wits. She felt like she was possessed - she balled up and clasped her hands behind her head, tears starting to roll from her eyes. She didn't know if she could take it anymore, this small instance was just too much. She just wanted someone to come to her rescue, but she knew that this fight - the one in her head - made her feel more alone than she had ever been.

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Jake Saunders

He was fighting. Ripping arms off of demons. He pulled the head off of one which had an exoskeleton. He bounded. Stepping on the ground, a small earthquake began, pulling some demons into their fiery death. A voice began to speak to him. Encouraging him.

"Do you even know who I am? What I'm capable of?"
Jake had too much adrenaline in his system to worry or care about the voice. Before he could answer, it's as if it could read his mind.

"Of course not. You're powerful. Too much to even comprehend. What you're doing right now would take an entire mortal army to even scare them off."

"Huh? FUCK-" He was cut off as a demon grabbed his gauntlet and attempted to pull it off, almost ripping his arm out of it's socket in the process.  "I will speak with you again. We have much.. er.. business... to discuss." The voice growled.
Reality began to set in for Jake. He communicated with a random voice. He was fighting strange beings. He was in a strange land. And, worst of all, there was no way to go home. He began to slow down. His eyes watered quite a bit, but he managed to choke back tears. It began to reverse, though. This began to fuel his adrenaline. It made him feel stronger. Grabbing a demon, he ripped it's jaws apart. He twisted another's arm completely around, and, with a kick that could crush bone, it's pelvis nearly turned into dust. He knocked a large bone off of the ledge. Several more jumped at him. He pushed them off. He charged into one and completely smothered it.

There's hell to pay.

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Louise had to chuckle at the strange compliment that Phil had given her, though her laughter suddenly turned startled. "Ah!" she yelped, pointing to a copy of her where Phil was just standing. "What the hell?!"

The totally Freaky Friday moment didn't last long, as it was promptly interrupted by the entire room shaking. If the ground could stay still for one minute, that'd be nice, she internally complained. She sight of a giant demonic looking door rising from the ground would have been enough to scare her, but then as the room filled with fog, but the sound of a demonic hiss and whisper had done it.

Louise had "eep"ed, her entire body freezing in place as she just stared at the large door.

"G-g-guys... this isn't.. uh.. this isn't normal. First we're all doing weird things, and then this opens. F-fuck man. I just can't fuck- I just can't do- I just can't do this."

Louise's gaze whipped over to Jake, who was honestly freaking out. She trudged up to her older friend, placing her hand on his shoulder; instead of doing this in comfort, Louise brought the back of her hand against Jake's face with a and audible echoing slap! sound. She only did it once, and had moved both of her hands on his shoulders and shook him only slightly. "Oh no you don't," she scolded, "you started this mess, so you're finishing it."

And with that, she'd pushed Jake in the direction of the gate before running in as well. She didn't know what had come over her, but she was all of a sudden feeling incredibly brav-

Falling again. Louise only barely landing on her feet, her arms flailing about as she tried to maintain her balance. And then, she was greeted by the sight of a terrifying demon. "Nope. Not brave at all," she corrected herself as she again froze in place, violently shaking in fear.

Thankfully, Jake had easily disposed of it before plainly asking, "Is.... this hell?"

Louise relaxed and started breathing again, but there was no way she felt any better. She was in Hell, she was going to die.

"Who the hell are you!?" she suddenly heard Isabel scream behind her, which had ripped her from her thought. Louise instantly whipped around to find the horror of the sight of Isabel having a full-blown panic attack. Louise rushed to her friend, clasping her by the shoulders while she squirmed about. "Issy, Issy look at me, what's going on?" she asked, worried about the welfare of her friend; this would be all too much for anyone.

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Milo slowly turned around. "What are you all screaming about... I swear you people can't ha-...n..."
The first thing that he saw was Louise, who quickly devoured a bat. He recoiled in disgust as he attempted to comprehend what he had seen. He then slowly watched as Phil shape-shifted in front of his eyes.

"What the fuck!? Did I take fucken bath salts!?" He tried to stagger over to the others, but he felt dizzy.
"What the fuck did I take!?"

Panic began to set in as the others seemed to be dealing with their own problems. He suddenly felt the ring on his right hand tighten up. The smell of heat filled his nose as he looked around the cave. Milo felt more and more panicked as he attempted to rip the ring off. The ring slowly began to glow a low, dull gold. This gold turned into bright red as the ring heated up on his finger.

"NOT COOL!! GET THIS SHIT OFF!!"
The gold melted off of the ring, leaving only a black dark ring made of carbon. The gold burned and sheered away Milo's finger. The fumes filled the room with the smell of burning flesh. Milo screamed out in pain, and he began rolling around, not able to touch the molten metal. His consciousness began to fade under the incredible pain. With the sobriety of pain, he heard a voice speak to him calmly,
"It is for your greed that you shall be punished for your sins... All those you have corrupted and manipulated for personal gain shall burn in you forever...." It trailed off as the pain increased.

The gold crept up his hand and wrist, much more than was originally on the gold ring. The molten gold injected itself into Milo's skin. The dull glow could be seen tracing up his veins and arteries. His arm burned and melted, and the gold slowly hardening around his arm and hands, encasing it in a solid gold. Milo's eyes filled with tears, and he eventually passed out from the pain.
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"Is.... this hell?"

Milo's consciousness slowly came back to him. He looked up, only to see a massive demon snarling over him. The demon raised his massive arms in an attempt at crushing Milo. Milo, still dazed, could only raise his left arm, now completely plated in gold. The sudden pop of the demons bones as its arms collided with Milo's field was heard. The sound was quickly muffled out by Jake's killing spree.

Milo, now fully conscious, looked around, processing what he was seeing and hearing. A smile with a certain devilishness appeared on his face. The demon wailing in anger and pain attempted to kick Milo. The kick lifted him up and sent him flying over the others. The force was stopped by his field but was still strong enough to launch him.

"Shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT!!" He yelled as he tumbled in the air helplessly.


[System]
"I just want to hear their voice one last time."Overview

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Age

Fifteen (August 13th, 2002)

Gender

Female

Orientation

Unsure

Social Class

Poor

Defining Hobby

Sports – Whilst Shizuka is afraid to even try out for a team because of her hearing inabilities, she is often found on the sidelines watching her classmates play with longing interest.

Occupation

N/A – Due to the fact Shizuka has nonsyndromic deafness, she has yet to find a occupation best suited for someone of her nature. Nonetheless, her parents try to provide Shizuka with a meager allowance despite their poor social class, alongside whatever gifts her sister may buy for her.Characterization

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Physical Description

Standing at one-hundred and fifty two centimeters, Shizuka has found herself among the shorter members of her first year class. Her height, coupled with the fact that Shizuka is a lightweight, tends to give her quite the petite appearance, much like a thin twig. Lengthy blackish blue-hued hair hangs pass Shizuka's shoulders, with her bangs being neatly trimmed straight. Even more so, with her skin being clean and fair, and her uniform crease-free, Shizuka may potentially be the epitome of neatness.

Personality Traits

• Anxious
• Considerate
• Humble
• Sensitive
• Timorous

Likes & Dislikes

Likes
• Baseball
• Books
• Cats
• Guinea pigs
• Marine biology
• Music
• Reading
• Soccer
• Tenmusu
• Volleyball
Dislikes
• Bad grades
• Being alone
• Black coffee
• Dogs
• Illness
• Oversleeping
• Pranks
• Salty food
• Silence
• Tomatoes

Home Life

The Miminashi household may be poor and struggling with the fact that their daughter is going deaf, yet it isn't as dysfunctional as one may believe. Her parents treat everyone, including Shizuka, with love and respect, and even Shizuka admires her older sister to the point that she has considered following her into a career dedicated to marine biology.

Personal Motivation

Shizuka is someone who seeks to break out of their shell. She may have progressive hearing loss, but all Shizuka needs a simple push towards putting herself out there from those she cherishes. Until then, Shizuka is perfectly fine watching from the sidelines and cheering on everyone in her own little ways.
Miscellaneous

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Relationships

TBD

Belongings & Inventory

• Hearing aids
• Flip phone
• Wallet

Other Information

Theme – Songbirds by Homecomings
Voice Actor – Atsumi Tanezaki
FC Credit - Irua

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Location: Hallways - Fuijoka Senior High, Kurosuoba

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"Have a good day at school, sweetheart!" Seto gave a wave back to his mother as she called out to him from down the street. As he turned around the corner, he began to pull out a small book from his bag. As he read, he would occasionally look around to make sure he wouldn't run into traffic on accident. It was something he had done many times before in the past due to his insistence on reading most of the time. Now, it was almost like second nature.

Noticing the opened gate ahead, he placed his book back inside his back, and entered the school grounds. He watched the other students move around, silently observing everyone. There were certainly some new faces, but there were others that he had recognized many times before.

Making his way inside, Seto made his way to his designated locker, and looked at the code he had. Unlocking it, he slipped off his shoes, and placed them inside before taking his uwabaki out and slipping them on. It felt strange to suddenly be in high school, getting ready to make his way into the world. As he had nowhere else to be, he decided to begin roaming the halls to find his way around, mainly to find the gym. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder as he walked, he looked around the building and at the other students that he passed. "I wonder if Sora is here." He mumbled to himself as he turned a corner.

[Assistant]
@Raging Fenrir@Jay Kalton

Igarashi Renzo

Ren groaned as he sat up, before grabbing the girls hand with a surprisingly carefree grin considering what had just happened.

"Nah, don' worry 'bout it!" He said with a chuckle, although it quickly turned into an audibly painful cough. For a second, his head whipped around to look at the ground he'd coughed onto, before nodding. "No blood this time. 's a good sign."

Then he looked back up to the girl, deciding he'd better just stand up on his own before his weight just caused him to accidentally pull her over as well.

"Anyway, yeah, like I said, 's mostly my fault. Wasn' watchin' where I was goin', shoulda looked both ways."

It wasn't long before he was back on his feet, albeit a little shakily. Once he was confident he'd made it up, however, he gave his friends, new girl included, another grin. This one was even accompanied by a thumbs up! That had to make her feel less bad about the whole thing, right?

"See? I'm fine!" He said loudly, even as he swayed from side to side a little. "'s not even the first time it's happened. I've been so used to the country that comin' 'ere to the big city has messed with my head a little. Bein' honest, you're actually the fifth cyclist to hit me in the last four days, so yeah, probably not'cha fault!"

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M A R I

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A random street, Kurosuoba
April 3rd, 2018 | 6:40 AM

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Mari was caught off guard from the big guy's casual response, wide grin and all. The way he carried himself was enough to reassure the girl that she wouldn't be getting into a huge scene anytime soon, and she sighed with relief; that was not what she needed on her first school day, she had promised herself that. With her strong grip, Mari pulled the boy up with relative ease, taking a deep breath as she returned a more genuine smile in contrast to earlier.

Mari wasn't exactly intimidated seeing the heavyset boy standing at his full height, and his easygoing demeanour was something she found herself immediately gravitated towards. His energy was unlike anything she'd seen so far after moving to the area; overflowing with hearty confidence and positivity, those were the types of people she liked to surround herself with. Mari grinned back at the boy as he gave her a thumbs up.

"Let's just agree we both screwed up, then?" she chucked, moving away to quickly inspect her bike. No severe damage, other than the now cracked front bike light. Mari herself hadn't got out of the incident scrape free though, as she felt what was likely blood discreetly seeping through her black sock. She didn't have the time nor patience to tend to it at the moment.

"Heh, you think Kurosuoba is bad? I'm kinda new here too, but this place is nothing compared to where I'm from," Mari continued, hopping back onto her seat. "Guess I'm getting too carried away, I'd never get away safe pulling shit like that back home!"

The fifth cyclist he had been hit by in the last few days? Mari winced at the thought, despite knowing the boy's body could likely take a few good hits on bad days. Luck just didn't seem to be on his side this week, and neither was Mari's rational thinking, it seemed.

"We should probably get going now, we're all headed the same way, right? I am not being late for some dumb entrance ceremony, no way," she said, gesturing to their similar uniforms. "I'm Tsukimi Mari by the way, you can call me whatever, I don't really care. Oh, and who're those guys back there? They with you too?"

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Fujioka Senior High, Kurosuoba
April 3, 2018 | 7:01 am

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"U-Uhm, I believe you dropped this."

A voice from behind caught Hiroyuki's attention out of the blue. Granted, it had an unsure, soft tone, but it seemed to be directed his way. Surely that was impossible: someone, a girl at that, went out of her way to alert him! What was the reason for this? Why was he worth anyone's time? Above all, who was this person? He didn't recognize the voice from middle school or somewhere else, which in all likelihood meant a new face to remember. Just great.

Hiroyuki craned his neck around, glancing over his shoulder. A girl in Fujioka uniform, much closer and much less intimidating than he had expected, gave him an inquisitive squint. Held out in her hand towards him were five banknotes: one ¥5000 and four ¥1000 bills. Judging from both her expression, and the sheer value of what was in her palm, Hiroyuki doubted she had any ulterior motives. Upon seeing the money, he instinctively shot his hand down to his left pocket. He felt some of the loose change he had hurriedly shoved in after buying a snack at the gas station, but something was missing. To be precise, five things.

It didn't take long to connect the dots. As he turned to face her, Hiroyuki's eyes widened, and his brows shot upwards. There was no need to panic or suspect anything now, as his money was safe for the time being. His expression now growing flustered and embarrassed, he darted his eyes away. Plucking his money out of the girl's hand, he slid it back into his pocket, taking mental note to actually leave it in his wallet next time. Turning back towards the building, Hiroyuki mumbled an "Oh, thanks" before stepping away, hopefully for good.

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Da Skool
April 3rd, 2018 | 6:50 AM

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"Shh Kazuto-kun... it´s like I can sense her in the area." Tsubasa´s finger was gingerly placed on top of her lips, a clear symbol of wanting to be as stealthy as possible... at six in the morning surrounded by dozens of students. Girl´s Life Monthly magazine had said that an old friend would be met again under different circumstances in the Aquarius section. It also said that her lucky number was six and that she´d get indigestion, but those tidbits weren´t important right now. What was important was that a girl with a brown blob of hair had chained her bike to a rack in the distance, and unlike the other two times where it had been a total stranger, this time it was Kotone. Or at least in her heart it was. She hadn´t actually interrogated the far off figure yet.

"It´s her. It has to be. That unintentional moe reminiscent of the girl next door archetype, that ever so slightly feminine way of walking. Or maybe I just have to mess up five times before finding her." remarked Tsubasa, more to her than to Kazuto. There was a grimness to her remarks, as if she were a soldier determined to follow the warrior´s code of Girl´s Life Monthly until the bitter end. She gripped Kazuto´s wrist and stared at him dead in the eyes. Once she managed to get speed going, there was no stopping the Tsubasa crazy train. "Quickly! We have to catch up to her!"

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The morning dew lit the pastures on subtle rays of shimmering day light. There's a symphony of bird welcoming the start of the with songs amd chirps lifting up the spirits to undertake the day. That being said, perhaps these tune herald better muse in the ears of another, but Nagaharo Junji was one that woke at the blare of a loud and uncomfortable alarm. The heaviness of his body urged him to stay at the comfort of his bed, an ache that form a groan as he banged the able once to halt the faulty alarm clock to halt. The damned thing was already broken beyond repair, the vibrations of the hit was enough to silence it indefinitely. Or so he thought before the alarm gave out yet another scream, seemingly much louder than before. "Fine! I'm up, I'm up!" Naga had no other option but to remove the sheets of himself and unplug it from the wall before it continued to become a nuisance any longer. A long, exaggerated stretch ushered his muscle to loosen up. His mother and father had already left and there in the kitchen was the eggs and toast with a note that said "Morning! Don't forget to close everything after going to school. xoxo mom." Naga paid no never-mind to what it said since the structure to this is always the same. A greeting, command, and the infamous x's and o's. Morning routine went like always, meaning that today was a day much like any other. But something was... terribly off. Nagaharo didn't say anything about joining dad today, and neither did mom say anything about--

"Today's the first day!" Suddenly the rush of morning felt a lot more pressurizing. Soon he had to finish breakfast and get dressed appropriately after carefully ironing his clothes and picking them out a month ago before the semester started. It was already getting a bit small, seems he had grown a couple of inches during the break. A flick of his tongue depicted his frustration, but more over than anything he wanted to ride his bike to the start of the year. He wasn't particularly excited, but it was something different from the everyday life and monotony of this place. At least he could hurry up and hang out with people his age! He hoped... Picking up his bike and striding towards the school, he needed to be at least considerably early. Teacher already say he looks like a delinquent, he shouldn't start acting like one too.

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Fuijoka Senior High, Kurosuoba
April 3rd, 2018 | 7:00 AM

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Truthfully, Shizuka had been slightly curious as to why someone would be walking around the school with such a large amount of yen in their pockets. Still, Shizuka knew it wasn't her place to judge, nor was it right for her to nose into the business of her classmates. "You're welcome," Shizuka had replied, yet before she could say anything else, the boy had already walked away, leaving her hanging. Perhaps it was simply the morning rush, being that the new school year had just started, but Shizuka had felt uncomfortable—awkward, even—that one of her first interactions with her new classmates had been so abrupt.

Had she done something wrong? Did the boy not want to talk to her for whatever reasons he had? It was rather likely that Shizuka was overthinking things, but she did have habit of doing so; her hearing loss inflicting moments of doubt upon Shizuka.

Perhaps I'll see him again at the ceremony, Shizuka considered, returning back to where she had been previously sitting. There was still roughly half an hour to kill before the opening ceremony would take place, and while Shizuka could've chosen to spend her time meeting new people, she had preferred to spend it reading the newest edition of a famous Japanese author.

Choosing to express creativity through fictional worlds over being an awkward, stuttering mess through social interaction was probably the better option, anyway. Shizuka was sure of it.


[System]
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Stable Master of Shropshire Stables

Appearance: Logan is 6'0" of muscle earned through the hard work as a stable master. Dark brown hair atop dark brown eyes, along with a bright, devious smile, Logan epitomizes the ideal male from Hackamore. He prefers to dress in dark, loose fitting work clothes that also show off his male form, and as always, wears sturdy field boots.

Personality: Logan has always known just how good looking and desirable he is. This has led him to become incredibly confident and vain. Every woman, of average or greater beauty, becomes a challenge for him to overcome. Years of practice with seduction, has made him quite adept at this, knowing when to be charming, aloof, apathetic, whatever works best to seduce the woman his eye desires.

He doesn't really make many friends, though he probably could if he so wanted. He just prefers to go it alone. When in a group of people, he often becomes the leader and center of attention, using the time to demean other men while highlighting himself and the women. He's quite sharp and practical, and very hardworking, and will accept pretty much any challenge thrown at him.

History: Logan was raised by his father, the owner of Shropshire Stables, and his mother, a local teacher. He had a good childhood, though he was even a loner back then. Every day after school, he'd come home and work with his father on the stables. He soon discovered by the sidelong glances, blushing faces, and giggling, that girls loved him. From that point on, he decided to see just how far he could push that desire.

When he came of age, he took over the management of Shropshire farms, his father settling in with just maintaining the breeding program. His parents urged him to find a nice girl to marry, but Logan found he could never settle down for just any woman. So, his life since then has been one feminine conquest after another, and improving his family's stables.

Other: N/A

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The early morning brought to light the dull grey clouds that hung over the world in all directions. Kest had already been awake for an hour, preparing breakfast for himself and the others of the staff. They would be joining him soon. He knew there would be discomfort among some, and he couldn't blame them. Guests had arrived last night while the storm was at its worst. With any luck, the storm will pass quickly and they would be on their way.

With practiced hands, Kest quickly scrambled the eggs, cooked the bacon and sausage, and toasted the bread. It was like this every morning; he wanted to give them something to try and ease the pain. After all, he was probably going to spend the day shouting orders. Kest growled quietly, why did this always happen? How difficult was it to stay away from the creepy rundown mansion down the road?

In his absent mindedness, Kest didn't realize the bacon and sausage grease had popped onto his shirt. He finished cooking as quickly as possible and set the table then went upstairs to change. It was a good thing he hadn't been wearing his coat. The Mistress would have been furious if it had gotten ruined.

After he had dressed himself, Kest walked out of the servants quarters and into the main building. It was still raining, albeit lightly. Still heavy enough to way lay the travellers. Such poor luck for them, getting mixed up in this. Perhaps some of them deserved to be here. He recalled their arrival with disdain, it was very late and he had been tired, but was glad he at least remembered to remind them of the rules. No personal weapons outside your room and no disturbing the Mistress.

He wasn't sure if any of the guests would be awake yet, but he figured he should start cleaning the dining room in preparation for their breakfast.

[Assistant]
Anton Bonheur - Chef

Anton wearily wiped at his eyes as he walked into kitchen in the servants quarters. He had been awake when the unfortunate travelers were forced to come knocking on the manor's large doors. The raging storm had woken Anton hours before, and unable to fall back asleep, he had been watching the winds whip the surrounding trees when one by one people started straggling towards the manor. Alarmed, Anton had hurried to wake Kest to notify him of the poor lost souls. The night had turned into a wet mess, and the foyer would need a good scrubbing.

As Anton walked into the kitchen, he was greeted by the smell of breakfast. He smiled to himself. Grabbing a piece of toast and some bacon, he headed towards the main hall and then the dining room. "You're up to it again, Kest? Trying to steal my job," Anton said as he entered the dining room. He smiled to the butler and clapped him on the back. "Do you know when the storm will lighten up enough for travel to town? We'll be needing to get a grocery delivery after the crowd that showed up last night. How many would you say there were? I think I'm going to make scones for them, before the peaches go bad." Anton was careful not to drop any crumbs from his breakfast, and once he had finished, he began to help Kest tidy up the room.

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Logan awoke after one of the most fitful nights of sleep he'd had in a long time. The bed was not the source of his discomfort, if anything it surely was the closest thing to sleeping on a cloud in Olympus. Nor was it the slight stiffness in his muscles after last night's frustrations that disrupted his slumber. It was the first time, in a long time, that he'd slept alone.

Last night, he was down at the tavern after putting the horses to bed, as usual for a bachelor like him. It had seemed the woman that would be accompanying him would be Laura, a very buxom brunette with whom he'd spent many a night. But it was not to be, for Isabella's brother came rushing in, saying that his sister's horse, a chestnut mare named Star, had fled when they were trying to put her away for the night.

Logan already knew the reason why, the horse was thunder-shy. She had been ever since she was a foal. Logan had raised her, and always made sure to bring her in if there was even a hint of a storm to come, and would stay all night keeping her as calm as possible. Then Isabella's father bought her, and he knew it wouldn't be a good fit. Isabella was a sweet girl, very lively and always ready for a roll in the hay, but there wasn't much going on between her ears. He'd told her time and time again how to properly care for Star, and did she listen? Evidently not.

So that led the two of them on his horse, Leo, trying to find Star in the wilderness before the storm struck. Just as he'd found her tracks, the rain came in buckets, so he sent Leo back home, Isabella stop him, knowing his horse was more than smart enough for such a simple task.

He eventually found poor Star, she'd fallen down a steep drop off, and lay there among the stones, unable to lift herself with her broken legs. Logan had climbed down the precipitous slope, calming the scared horse with his soothing voice and touch. And when she was finally relaxed, he put her down with a large rock to the skull.

He'd hated that it had come to that, but he wasn't about to let her agonize for hours. He even hated Isabella for causing this, and knew she'd seek him out later for consoling. He'd rebuke her, hurt her feelings, let her see one of the other girls being chosen before her. She deserved it.

However, the damnable storm got him all turned around, and her ended up lost. Eventually he'd found a path, that led to a road, that led him to the well known Sinclair Mansion. The door was opened by a gentleman that begged him entry from the storm, and to stay and ride out the weather. Logan wearily nodded, listened to the house rules and was escorted to bed.

Awake now, he was rather surprised to see his clothes folded and laundered, stacked neatly in the day chair. He sighed a bit, disappointed that he'd missed a chance to see if that servant was a lovely lass or not. After getting dressed, Logan's mind immediately went to his daily habits. Feed the animals, then yourself. He began winding his way through the home, trying to remember the path to the front door, for he was sure he'd seen a barn the night before. All the while, he stomach growled as the smell of food neared.


[System]
Andromedai
Species: Sierra Fox

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Brief History: Lance was born into a wealthy family of seven within the great city of Zootopia near the city's center. His family is known for a number of things, the production of some of the technology used to keep each Ecosystem stable, and their political movement to help the city expand for other species. His two older brothers named John and Alan both chose a career in politics, his two older sisters named Alexandria and Sarah both chose a career in environmental technology. Due to the fact that Lance is the youngest is his family, his parents somewhat looked down upon his expectantly, his actions showed that he was not interested in the career choices the rest of his family had made. Since a young age, he had always shown great interest with the combined forces of the police or military. Sometimes he and his friends would pretend they were police officers going after a criminal or protecting the city from some form of crime, saving the day for all.

After many years of this, his parents tried to push one of their careers upon him, but this only drove him against their words, proving that he would indeed be a police officer like Nick Wilde, someone that he still looks up to this day. Later on in his life, he applied for the position of a police officer and quickly moved through training, not letting anything anyone said or did slow him down the slightest. The time finally came when he graduated from the Police Academy with flying colors among the highest achieving Cadets. His parents grew to understand who he was, what he was, and how he was going to help Zootopia be a better place for all. Now, his whole family is very proud of him, and wished him the very best as he set foot onto the monorail train car.

Personality: This fox has a high tolerance for pain, which he learned from years in hard physical training and being a very active child. He cares for all those around him, not only his friends but strangers, which has lead do a bit of distrust and paranoia from being used, which he is currently trying to overcome. Like all other foxes, Lance is quite sly when he wants to be, getting out of certain situations or even getting into them. This has gotten him into trouble a couple of times but has proven to be very useful in many situations. Having a sharp and sometimes dark sense of humor these days is almost required to keep yourself sane, thankfully Lance acquired such when he was much younger than he is today. Stubborn, is a word that applies to Lance, suborn but not stupid or irresponsible, he has common sense. To gain his respect, you must earn it, he does not lightly give that away to people. Something he hides is that females can make him quite nervous at times, something he is also trying to overcome.

[User]
The Previous Night...

It was already past midnight, Damascus was in his bedroom he most likely the only still currently awake at his families home, knowing tomorrow was the beginning, starting off as a fresh cadet going onto the Blue Line monorail going through Zootopia, all the way to police headquarters. His nerves were worse than they had ever been. The insurmountable task of going to sleep and getting a good rest before he went off to his brand new job, knowing that everything he had been working for came down to his application being accepted, nothing could be any harder at this moment. The lights in his room were already off, but he could see just perfectly fine in the dark anyway, laying on his bed unable to close his eyes tossing a rubber ball against the wall he was facing, bouncing back right into his paw. So he could repeat the process, throwing the ball again following the sudden buzzing of his phone that was right beside his bed, because it was his alarm. Making him stop immediately looking curiously at the phone and picking it up, hearing a personalized chime meaning that she must of messaged him, the rubber ball landing on his bare chest, and subsequently rolled off the bed onto the ground. Damascus checked with a slight smile to see what she sent him.

Damascus let out an short exhale, not even surprised that she nailed exactly what he was up too. She always seemingly able to read his mind. But those words which he read in her voice was pretty effective in calming him down. As he was able to set the phone down and no longer feeling anxious believing everything would be alright. Closing his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Today
Damascus was able to stay attentive and not look like he was sweating bullets, sitting properly in his seat waiting patiently on The Blue Line monorail as the hours were passing by as the train continued to approach ever closer to their destination. Occasionally looking outside the window behind him, seeing the bright sunny day, looking at all the scenery they were speeding through. The feeling was somewhat surreal, he would finally have the required job to make her strict parents to lighten up and she that he was a perfect choice for their daughter, plus the ecstatic look on Aurora's face when he mentioned that he wanted to become a officer like she was. The simplest thoughts that his girlfriend was waiting for him at the station made him able to put on pretty wide smile though that morning he called her to ask queries like how the captain and the other officers were like and her response was. Well...you'll find out soon enough. Which didn't exactly help, but he figured how bad could they really be?

Promptly interrupted by the train suddenly coming to a complete stop, realizing they had finally arrived. Though only to be all separated into smaller groups, as Damascus went into one of the buses heading straight to the headquarters. He left the bus quickly outstretching his arms some, glad he was finally not riding on something. The captain's orders almost took him by surprise, his ears shooting upwards. "Yes sir." Damascus exclaimed, standing up as straight as possible and going into the line. Being around the middle of the line, rubbing the back of his neck some, being excited while waiting for his turn. Seeing how blase he was towards reading the applications, but keeping himself quiet while keeping his paws to his sides. Trying to ignore the other individual in front of him nervously swishing their poofy tail back and forth, constantly brushing up against him. Stepping forward every time someone else left the line. Damascus handed the chief the application with a smile. Awaiting further instructions, hearing that he was assigned to Squad 66, as he nodded his head and starting making his way towards his Squad seeing most of them were already inside an armored vehicle. Damascus got himself inside taking the nearest available seat sitting next to a brown bear, and strapping up to get ready to depart once more, just hoping that today would be a pleasant one.

[Assistant]
Art got up early that morning, so he could try to be the first to get on the blue line monorail. He wasn't, he got up a bit late and was still adjusting his uniform on the train for about an hour. The hours seemed to fly by on the monorail, Art became absorbed in the brilliance of each and every ecosystem. He felt a small bubble in his stomach as he passed through Tundratown. Homesickness. His eyes shifted to the ground, and he huffed. He despised his memories of his childhood, but couldn't help loving Tundratown, his hometown. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on his chest. "Police work starts today." He murmured. Though he was exited, he was also a very nervous. He was afraid he was going to screw up, big time.

The monorail train sprung to a halt, and he opened an eye. This was his stop. He pushed himself up, off his seat, and he shuffled to his bus. He recognised some of the people from training, some of them were new to him. 'Yeah, not as good as the train.' He thought. 'Nowhere near as good as the train. Maybe I should travel by blue line monorail? No, that's crazy Art!' He was a bit off balance when he got off the bus, and all of his excitement was soon quenched as he saw the headquarters of the ZPD. Just anxiety remained. He was insanely afraid of screwing up on his first day. He stood in line with the others, yelled "Yes sir!" When neccesary, and handed in his application form, trying to pretend he was as cool as a cucumber in a freezer. He nodded dutifully as he was assigned to Squad 66, making his way to the armoured vehicle. The rest of the squad were already there, so he sat down next to a raccoon. 'Gosh, we look like a real motley crew don't we?' He thought. 'This should be real fun. Yeah, real fun.'

[User]
Glancing about, Onyx narrowed his eyes and mentally took note of each Cadet, which squad they were currently part of, and their associated application. Now pacing back and forth between the four squads with a heavy step, the Chief crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a loud, insensitive voice. "You are not officers yet, so do not think you are not in danger of still failing. Do exactly what your squad leader says to the exact letter, do not deviate from the course and you will do fine, hopefully." Without saying another word, Onyx turned his back and walked into the Police Headquarters, letting the door close behind him. There was a moment of silence from everyone as they let what Onyx had just said slowly sink in. The sounds of heavy diesel engines powering on roared through the area, three other armored vehicles painted in Police digital camouflage drove past Squad 66's armored vehicle. Each armored vehicle pulled off and went in a separate way from the other, most likely heading to a different Ecosystem.

Squad 66 was the last to pull out, they seemed to be heading for the city center, instead of an Ecosystem like the others. "First thing is first, the vehicle we are inside of is called a Lenco BearCat, which stands for Ballistic Engineered Armored Response Counter Attack Truck. There are quite a few variants of this vehicle which mostly the military gets to see and use. If we want, we can mount a weapon on top of it, there are slots for side port weapons and its top speed is one hundred miles per hour or one hundred and sixty kilometers per hour, depending on where you grew up." The tiger named Joseph reached with his right paw towards the dashboard and grabbed onto his MP3 player, readjusting it so he could see its screen clearly without any glare. After placing it where it should have been in the first place, he scrolled through a massive list of songs until he found the one he was looking for.

(Music he is playing in the BearCat.)

"That is what I was looking for, no offense Cadets but I need some music when riding around with the new recruits, long story I rather not get into. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious, not that we are going to see anything of the sort, I hope." Joseph kept his eyes on the road and would remain silent while they drove through the busiest part of the city. The rock music filled the BearCat as they kept driving, passing species of all types and sizes. Much to Lance's surprise, they attracted very little attention besides a couple civilians that turned to look in their direction then went on with their day. It felt as if the sight of a heavily armored police vehicle driving through the city was nothing new for its occupants to see. He had been in such a trance of thought that he had failed to notice the female fox sit down and buckle herself in right beside him. At first, he remained silent, sitting up straight in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest.

Everyone in his squad was a different species, everyone but the female fox that sat next to him. Instead of saying hello directly to her, he decided to introduce himself to everyone in the squad. Putting on his silver glazed aviator glasses, he quickly broke the silence. "Hello everyone, my name is Lance Arion, you can call me Lance, and I am looking forward to working with all of you and making new friendships." Lance felt his heart race in his chest, making his breaths come and go faster than usual. A couple moments later, the BearCats police radio came to life, none other than Onyx who spoke in his same, cold tone of voice. "Joseph, we have had a situation with squad 36, I am calling back all Cadets to the Headquarters. Raven Squad has arrived and they will be taking care of the situation at hand. How copy, over?" Joseph, took a very sharp turn to the left which made Lance grab onto his seat belt straps to keep himself from bumping into someone either on his left or on his right.

"Sorry Cadets, change of plans, seems like things are moving faster than we had anticipated. A word of advice, since you are new here and do not understand how things work, don't ask too many questions and stay away from Raven squad, they are special operation soldiers from the military. Absolutely irresponsible and gun happy, I have seen them flip a helicopter in midair while above a heavily occupied city square. The helicopter was also fully armed and carrying a wounded VIP. Somehow they managed to land the helicopter at its designated location with the rear rotor broken off. The VIP was secured and the mission was passed with flying colors. As impressive as it was, they are very reckless, do not get involved with them or the chief will be extremely upset." It did not take long for them to return to the Headquarters, all but one of the BearCats were there.

"Hey, weren't there four Bearcats? Only three have shown up here, including ours." Joseph was quick to respond, "There was an incident, we have Raven squad on the move to take care of it and bring them back, nothing to worry your heads about, now get out of my Bearcat and wait for me inside of the Headquarters." The tiger left the Bearcat and quickly made his way into the Headquarters, not waiting for anyone else to leave the vehicle. "What's his rush? Come on, let's move." Unlatching his seatbelt, he stood up and opened the large doors on the back of the vehicle. "I think we should hustle it and do what our squad leader says." Lance glanced around at his squad mates, his eyes falling upon the female fox. Quickly, he broke eye contact with her and looked in the direction of the Police Headquarters.


[System]
Age:  2320
Class: Warrior – Berserker

Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds.

 Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords.

 Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards.

 Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being.

 She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured.

 Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside.

 In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home,

 Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground.

 She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth.

 At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her.

 Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.

[User]
"This day just keeps getting better and better... "

Sharon thought as he was picked up by Liaena. Being forcefully pushed and knocked back into a stone wall was rarely a fun experience for anyone, regardless of their size. Though for whatever consolation it was, his sudden meeting with the wall had not been accompanied by an equally sudden meeting with the rear end of a large Night Elf flying in behind him or similar.

All things considered, it could have been worse.

"Is that right, Mister Dal'dieb?"

"Yes, if she's using a normal scroll of teleportation, she should be within 30 feet of the mansion in any direction. But although the barrier may have stopped the teleportation short, it won't prevent her from simply running past it once she's out." Sharon would reply to Kathlin as he looked towards the apprentice, suddenly smiling as he nodded with his head.
"And good job on that description on the nature of spacial magic. I could almost have sworn it was something you had taken out of one of my own arcane thesis a couple of centuries back!"

Commendations aside, Sharon soon realized that they had a more pressing matter; that being the runaway Death Knight who was presumably getting closer and closer to escaping for every moment they wasted chatting.

"We should not delay, however. Either the front yard or the roof will be our best way of spotting her! Once we do, I got a couple of spells that could help us catch her."

[Assistant]
Vashi was rather surprised at the sound of Liaena and Kathlin's noticeably not-pained voices, before realizing that she and Mei were in fact floating; fact that had initially completely passed her by due to being so caught up in Mei's eyes to really notice!

"Wait, you're saying the Death Knight is gone? ... "

It took a while, but eventually Vashi would succeed in tearing her attention away from the Draenei to look around for the second Draenei; which at this time was nowhere to be seen, having seemingly vanished from her spot.

"It's almost like every cheesy story ever... when the heroes got the upper hand against the villain, he just uses some cheeky means to escape right out of their clutches!"

"You – Vashi. Save the canoodling for later. Do you know where that Death Knight went!? She must have teleported, right? Can you trace that?"

"Oh, easy!" Vashi gleamed as she sat up on the hovering Mei, raising a hand whilst concentrating on something. A blue, shimmering mist briefly wreathed her fingers, before she suddenly looked up and pointed at the roof.
"Oh, she went that-a-way! Straight up, if we hurry, we'll... WHOAAAAHH!"

Vashi was in the middle of explaining while also at the same time trying to get off Mei. But even though the Draenei was suspended in the air above the ground, she was by no means stabilized; a fact soon discovered by Vashi as she, and Mei, suddenly spun around mid-air as the mage had accidentally leaned too far to the right!

*

Meanwhile, up in one the high towers of the mansion that Captain Serphia had made her own, the door would open up as the Captain walked in with a big smile on her face.

"Ohh Syn'dial, I never realized before that you looked so beautiful... " Serphia would speak, gazing down at something she was holding in her hand; which on further inspection would reveal itself to be the shrunken form of Rithrynn, the tiny sentinel trying desperately to wriggle herself out of the Captain's grip while throwing her a pleading look.

"Uh, mistress, clearly you are mistaken! You are not yourself, you'd normally never say,- !"

However, in her rapid talk, Rithrynn would be promptly silenced as Serphia laid a finger on her mouth!

"Sshhh... I may have been mistaken my entire life, but that does not make this realization any less true." Serphia said with a smirk as she placed Rithrynn down on one of the cupboards next to the bed, before the Captain next moved her hands to begin unbuckling and removing her sentinel uniform with an impressive degree of efficiency. Although perhaps there was not much to remove to begin with...

Rithrynn, whom had been about to say something in the beginning, was left dumbstruck and with her jaw hanging as the tiny elf simply gazed up at the massive, towering body of her Captain now looming in front of her, most of her view taken up by Serphia's large hips right in front of her!

"One moment, just you and me, it will be... " Serphia was about to begin talking when suddenly she would be interrupted by a scream from outside!

Looking to her left and out the window, Serphia's eyes would widen as she saw one of her Sentinels + Death Knight just slide down the side of the roof outside the tower in a duo of shrieks!

" ... "

" ... "

"Should we investigate that?" Rithrynn carefully suggested, looking up at her Captain with a hopeful look.

"Oh no, they got it under control." Serphia would quickly reason, before turning back to gaze down at Rithrynn with a particularly mischievous grin on her face!
"Now, where were we... "

*

"LET. GO. OFF. ME!" The Sentinel would shout as she hung from the edge of the roof, with the heavy baggage of the big Malizia hanging from her legs below as the Sentinel squirmed around, trying to get the Draenei off!

"You fell first, tentacle face, so you should make the drop!"

[User]
"Yes, she teleported just as she hit us with some form of magic attack that led us to our current position." Mei explained as Liaena started to panic up a little, searching for Sharon." He should be fine… somewhere…around here I think."

 "She wouldn't be able to move very fast for a while at least." Mei said to the rest as they wanted to chase after Melizia." The damage she took will take some time to heal, not to mention I nearly shattered her skull with that stomp earlier. It would be frankly miracle if she can walk in straight line." Mei stated with a smile, as she found herself being the comfortable sitting place for the night elf mage on her. Vashi looked adorable.

 What she didn't expect was the fact they spun in midair as the centers of gravity changed, but they still were kept in midair. Mei quickly pulled Vashi into a hug to protect the night elf's head from meeting the stone floor.

 "Careful there…" She said, no being above Vashi." Can someone break this levitation already?" She asked with a frown." And while you are at it, it would be good if we teleport outside."

 "As for you…" She said, looking back at Vashi." Call me Mei… My name is Meirie Leran, but everyone calls me simply Mei cause it's easier." She said with a smile, now that she learned the night elf's name – Vashi." You know, you do have a very pretty name, miss Vashi…"

 "But yeah… I suppose we have to leave the personal stuff for later… someone break the levitation and let's go."


[System]
RaceHalf-Elven (High Elf)
GenderFemale
Age26

Description Tall by human standards, and especially for women, Iroyn is roughly 6 foot; though she has a slighter, more 'Elven' build. Despite her apparent build, she is remarkably strong, a fact which has come as a rude shock to numerous opponents in tavern brawls. Her golden eyes and pointed ears mark her out as someone of elven blood, and even though it causes her trouble from time to time, it's never been something she's tried to hide or deny. She keeps her hair cut short to deny any opponent something to grab onto; and so far no-one who's managed to get that close has lasted long enough to try and grab her.
Biography The only thing she knows for certain about her parents is that one was a human and the other was a high elf, and that her birth was probably a great scandal, beyond that it's all supposition.

She was found as a baby, still in swaddling, when a small Imperial detachment raided and destroyed a large bandit encampment along the southwestern coast of the Empire, not far from the borders with the Black Desert. She was found amongst several women and girls who'd been taken as slave, but when questioned, all any of them could say was that the bandits had just left her with them several weeks prior; how they'd gotten her was unknown and any bandits that may have known all died in the fighting.

During the trip back to civilization, the local Earl's Master-at-Arms, who'd been leading the raid, took a shine to the little girl and with his Lord's permission, he adopted and named her. Ser Balan Varo, as her father was known, was widower who had recently lost his wife and young son to disease and so he set to ease his grief by caring for little Iroryn. Growing up on the edges of the Earl's court, she received a good tutoring in reading, writing and such, while her own father taught her the finer points of sword-play. Once her magical talents began to show themselves, she was also tutored by the court mage on how to use and hone her powers. Her peers, at first, began to taunt her about her half-breed status as they got old enough to notice such things, but they generally also learned to keep such thoughts to themselves as she was quick with her fists and could hit much harder than her waif-ish appearance might imply.

As she grew older, she grew stronger and more skilled with both spell and blade and wished to put her talents to use. At first she'd intended to do so at her father's side in the Earl's service; but the old Earl passed away before she was old enough and his heir would not have a 'half-breed' in his service. It was with a tearful goodbye she bid her father farewell and set out to make her own way; she moved from Company to Company, trying to find somewhere that 'fit' to no avail. Recently she has signed onto the Bloodrose Irregulars; their reputation giving her hope that this may be a Company to stick with.

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Fighting Style(s) Spellblade
'Cut-and-Move'
Equipment

* Jack-of-Plates (Shown) - A series of leather bound iron plates worn over a tightly woven cloth coat and trousers. While it's not the most protective armour, it's relative lightness and flexibility make it handier in avoiding hits.
* Relic Arming Sword (Worn across the back) - A treasure she took in lieu of payment while with a previous Company. It has a Soul Stone mounted in the hilt, which she uses as to augment her own powers
* Grimorie (Right side, hip) - Not just a collection of spells, it is also her journal, tracking the various things she's done and notes about places she's been. This is her third book, the others she has sent back to her father (Though she is careful to transcribe any spells into the new one)
* Mana Potions (Pouch below Grimoire) - Several small restoratives to boost her mana should she over exert herself in a fight. They're expensive enough for her to really only want to use them as a last resort.

Skills/Abilities

* Armsman - Her father's instructions with the blade, and her own experience, has made her a formidable opponent.
* Brawler - Subject to teasing or harassment due to her heritage has made her quick and effective with her fists, for those times when a blade or magic are a bit too much.
* Elven Blood - While not the same as a full-blooded Elf, her nature means she's not only a fair bit stronger than one might expect, but she also has a deeper stamina reserve and rarely, if ever, gets sick.
* Relic Sword

	+ Ice Shock - Upon sword contact, a point blank blast of super-cooled air that can temporarily blind or disrupt an opponent to create an opening.
	+ Tempest - A horizontal slash produces a short lived super-cooled maelstrom along the arc of the slash extending out about 3 meter.
* Grimorie

	+ Ice Shard - Launches a dagger sized spike of ice at roughly the same speed as an arrow. Can pierce most soft armours.
	+ Ice Storm - A short range stream of super-cooled air.
	+ Reaver - Strips moisture from a 1 meter area of effect.
	+ Water Whip - Forms a tendril out of a pre-existing water source, which can be used to attack/manipulate the environment.

Other Information
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

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Olivia eyed the potential altercation from her position even as Iroryn continued her wise-ass routine, "Oh I am so terribly sorry Your Grace!" Iroryn replied to Olivia with a mischievous gleam in her golden eyes. "It won't happen again, Your Grace." She added, going into an overly dramatic bow for good measure. This time, Olivia didn't bother correcting her. Sometimes, pushing too hard just caused more problems.
 "Speaking of problems." Olivia mused as she walked over to Alm and his makeshift kitchen. "Everyone involved in that display is on half rations tonight," Olivia ordered, "If they complain, they don't eat. If they want someone to hate, I'll give them someone." They were out in the desert with no support aside from what they could carry, and orc raiding parties wandering the dunes. She was not about to tolerate in-fighting or even particularly loud arguments. Once they were off the job, they could carouse all they liked.
 Concerns regarding orcs aside, Olivia's gut told her that an attack was unlikely so she stepped away from Alm and began the involved process of removing her armor, though she left the padding underneath it on. It would save some time in the morning, besides she couldn't bring herself to completely relax until the mission was finished.
 That said, Olivia hadn't been able to really relax ever since the day she left her lord's service. Watching her childhood be slaughtered and having the lord she had served faithfully betray her and all his retainers had shaken her deeply. Oddly enough, learning that her loyalty had meant so little led to her retreating further behind duty and discipline, as if to reassure herself that her values had merit and that her upbringing had not been a waste.

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Shouting! Sudden shouting of the vagrant, Stephan, jolted the beastman's ears back up to attention. "Ah-I..." they tried to start, immediately overwhelmed by the man's approach, causing them to drop the vegetables on the table as they took a few steps back. His words were confusing before it suddenly sank in that Stephan was attempting to insult him, causing a tiny sting to rise on his cheeks as the comments hit their mark. Kaeci struggled to stay composed, not entirely used to or expecting being mocked for things he could not help. Their eyes went to Stephan's hands reaching to his belt, to his blade, the words dying out as his legs wobbled and he stumbled over his own appendages. Kaeci tumbled onto the mat that had been laid out under the established shading awning, scrambling quickly to his feet and hiding behind Alm as they stepped between the two, still clutching the knife.

The beastman hadn't even noticed how his hands held onto Alm's attire until they turned to face him. With the grip broken, Kaeci took a step back as not to give the impression that he was pressuring the man with his reliance. Being spoken to so forwardly by Alm made the beastman freeze while they were cautioned about Stephan's demeanor.
"Ye-" Kaeci began, his eyes quickly looking down, away from Alm's before continuing, "-Yes..."
A palpable moment filled the gap as Kaeci was unsure what to say; his beaten-in intuition screamed at him to call Alm 'Master' or 'Sir' or anything, but that was a different time that would be grossly inappropriate to dredge back up. He felt the direction and the faint scolding behind the words of caution and understood them, wholly.
Stephan was not his friend. Stephan doesn't have friends. Stephan is alone in his own world for good reason.
The thought made Kaeci tremble a little bit as he approached the table once more to continue his work on dinner, eyes locked on the man walking away. This is not how it should be, and he only hoped that he hadn't caused a scene for the rest of his associates.
Unfortunately, this worry became reality as Olivia then approached to order Alm to cut rations. 'Everyone involved', in Kaeci's mind included himself and he did his best not to show a reaction to the unfairness of the situation by occupying his hands and eyes with the work. "I-I apologize for my instigation, Ma'am," he began, feeling it was worth expressing his take on the sudden bout, "Vee should not be bettink on such tactless uncertainties. Iz immoral."

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Eris Loviat

This was Eris' first mission in quite a while, but she couldn't say it didn't bother her. The objective seemed like a pointless one, a missing party for such a long period in the desert was almost certainly dead. And they probably deserved it, the only spot of trouble they'd had was with orcish weaklings, so if they perished to those, then they almost certainly shouldn't have been out here. On top of this, there were few things in the world Eris hated in this world more than the heat, and the walking distance greatly bothered her. She was thankful that they'd stopped at the oasis, but it still didn't change her discontent with the climate and the shifting sands beneath her feet. It made for quite the uncomfortable walk.

One thing did make it better though. An ice cold water skin, given to her by a tall, elven looking woman. She was thankful, and smiled her way as she was handed it, before taking a drink. It helped keep the heat off her, a gift. That girl had a useful talent, she'd have to ask her how she did the spell to get the water cold. Perhaps it'd be useful for her future endeavours.

That's when things got interesting. Eris didn't usually have a penchant for drama, but she was amused how easily worked up this company got over coin. 50 soverns was next to nothing for her back at home, so seeing fights started over it made her smile. She decided she'd observe for this one rather than get involved. She found the demi's poor language ability and enthusiam somewhat cute though. In some way, he reminded her of one of her servants cats. She changed her gaze back to Stephan, or "Sneaky" as she called him. He didn't like non-humans very much, but that was something minor to note. The clash between him and Alm almost escalated but the tension was cut by Sneaky backing off. Their rations were halved for the foolish display, and Eris was glad that she had only been an observer. The portions they'd been having weren't enough for a growing girl like her, for it to be halved would be a nightmare for her. She took another swig of her water and wiped her brow, thankful she wasn't an idiot like the demi or Sneaky or alm.

Something had dawned on her now that she was comfortable. She was bored. Deciding to remedy this, Eris decided to get up and find someone interesting to talk to, given as she wasn't carrying a book to this wasteland. Some people flickered through her mind, but she remembered the tall elf girl who made her water cold. That'd be a good start. After a small walk, she found her picking up her sword from the sand and the rest of gear. Eris tilted her head in confusion before walking up to her, the first thing crossing her mind as she strained her neck trying to look at the girls face.

She's massive

Figuring no conversation got started without someone initiating it, Eris figured she may as well take the lead on this one.

"Tall one, how did you make my drink cold?" She spoke with curiosity filling her tone as she looked up at her.

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Stupid, bigoted ass-hat… She thought grumpily. In one way she was surprised a comment like that still got to her, it's not like she didn't hear it on a regular basis or anything, maybe it was just that she thought being out here in the desert would let her get away from that kind of shit; on the other hand she was proud of herself for not simply decking Stephan, or blasting him with ice, maybe she was maturing as she got older. Laughing softly to herself as she lent against her gear with her eyes closed, she yawned and considered having a nap while she waited.

That idea, however, was interrupted as she felt someone approach. A young female voice asked her how she'd cooled the water skins, and Iroryn opened her eyes to find herself looking up at Eris. "You're Eris right?" She asked, sitting up a bit and indicating that the girl should sit, should she feel so inclined. "Iroryn, or Ryn if you prefer. Cooling the skins was it? That's easy, just a simple application of the 'Ice Storm' spell, I used the Stone in the hilt as a focus for better control, didn't want to damage anything after all."

From her seated position, Iroryn studied Eris unabashedly; Between her paleness, small size and choice of clothes she would have looked more at home in some noble mansion, probably with little outside contact, than she did out in the desert. She must have some sort of personal connection to Jing; from what I've seen or heard about the man I doubt he'd let any random kid sign-up just 'cause.


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Alias: Rorschach II (just goes by Rorschach, of course)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Parents: Daniel Dreiberg (Nite Owl II) and Laurie Juspeczyk, later Dreiberg (Silk Spectre II)
Powers and abilities: Genius level intellect, enhanced speed and agility (though nowhere near superspeed), enhanced strength (nowhere near super strength), and some skill as an acrobat. Also has a grappling gun.
Personality: Walter is pretty much the opposite of the original Rorschach in terms of personality. He's very upbeat, happy and energetic, in contrast to the original Rorschach's cynical broody behavior. Walter also doesn't share Rorschach's views on good and evil, believing that there is no good nor evil, only darker and lighter shades of grey (he obviously believes he's on the lighter shade of grey).
Frequently says 'hrm', as a verbal tic. Smoked cigarettes when he was 18 and 19, but recently quit and chews on toothpicks as a fixation. Enjoys the music of Bob Dylan (Desolation Row being his favorite song) and Paul Simon (You Can Call Me Al being a close second to Desolation Row). Also likes to crack jokes and start deep, serious conversations about everyday things, a la Seinfeld.
Bio: Walter Dreiberg was born several years after Doctor Manhattan's exile, Adrian Veidt's plan for world peace (involving the destruction of New York and, for some reason, a giant squid), and the original Rorschach's death. He was named Walter, after the original Rorschach who was a friend and partner of his father.
His father, Daniel Dreiberg or the second Nite Owl, trained Walter to use his natural abilities for crimefighting, and also trained him in the use of gadgetry, such as the aforementioned grappling gun. This was all in the hopes that Walter would succeed Daniel as the third Nite Owl, though Walter ultimately decided he wanted to succeed Walter Kovacs as the second Rorschach.
Daniel, figuring it would be cruel to force a mantle onto his son that he didn't want, allowed Walter to become the second Rorschach, but on one condition: he'd go to the Academy rather than just start a crimefighting career off the bat. So, that's what Walter did, and here he is now.
Appearance:

Stands at 5'7 (in his costume, he stands at 5'11, due to wearing elevator shoes), and weighs in at 179 pounds (OF MUSCLE!). Oh, and if you can name the person in this gif off the top of your head, I love you.Walter's costume consists of this mask (the inkblots move on their own, usually recreating Walter's current facial expression), a brown newsboy cap, a brown leather jacket, dark blue pinstripe pants, and black elevator shoes.

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Besides the patient who was drifting upon consciousness and unconsciousness, Light assuming her boyfriend looking over her as she wimpered form her wounds. That was something Light really couldn't understand, considering she had a healing factor that none of her new friends have seen yet. But besides Kalinda, the journey back to the school wasn't that eventful.

Once they had gotten back to school, Kalinda was carried into the infirmary to take care of her wounds as Tsura and Phoebe started to chat and... flirt? Well Light wouldn't really know too well, not many people flirted with her. Either way, she decided to pop over and say hello to the two. "Well, that was an interesting diversion!" She said. What she didn't notice was the principle, Bruce, approaching the group. (It would've made sense, since Phoebe was his daughter, but Light forgot that little fact til Bruce snuck up on them)

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Eli flipped through bloody photo after bloody photo almost in a trance as she cleared her mind to all sensory input outside of the gory images she had been sent as evidence.

She would be hard pressed to claim that she had any psychic power outside of Retrocognition or Omnilingualism but she must because she'd done this many times and was shocked when suddenly by a stroke of intuition or something else she saw the answer or was given a major clue. She swept through a dearth of evidential materials that would have taken any detective hours in only minutes before closing the file and sealing it behind a firewall in her specially designed and built pad which was necessary to prevent its corruption in court.

She didn't need to look at anything more than a moment before it was sealed in her mind's eye forevermore; it was part of her curse. Just as she could see into the past on any object or person with enough focus, time and concentration she could perform instantly on her own thoughts and memories giving her an Eidetic memory by proxy.

To the Law Enforcement people that knew her best Eli seemed like a walking criminal data base that exceeded their own meager resources and they depended on her for answers and she hated letting them down. This case they'd sent her involved a serial killer who'd been so on and off the radar over the past 18 years they often took months before they recognized a murder as his work and they were desperate to find him or her due to his increased activity.

Jan's notes flowed through her mind converted to his pleasant voice as if he'd actually read them to her which made her smile till his husband Fei intruded briefly to remind her to focus instead on the crime than the detective his man and the stray thought made her laugh. That was when she felt a flash of inspiration as she remembered the file on a Sam Henker who was one of the employees of victim 9 working at her apartment complex as a grounds keeper. He had been a victim caught up in a plot of the Joker at a street party while visiting his cousin in Gotham and had been exposed to the laughing gas that the Clown Prince had sprayed the crowd with.

Mr. Henker had spent six months recovering from the psychological effects of his exposure and had been released from care 19 years ago and Jan had put him down as a suspect that though seeming cleared had tweaked his detective gut but lacked evidence to pursue. Eli smiled thinking that maybe Jan had some special talent of a psychic nature but it was likely the reason he was a good detective; his instincts.

Dam this might require she go to Boston for at least two to three days and she was sure the Academy might not approve her missing class though as this was a school for hero then who knew they might make it a class project. How to present this as a school project was an interesting PR exercise that she'd never considered till now but there it was. So she sighed and began building and destroying her arguments over and over as she created a powerful but balanced approach which might win her the argument without offending authority. It was nice though to have something to do and think about as she enjoyed the present day or at least she hoped it was still the present day she was experiencing

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Cole studied her reaction before nodding. "I would love to be shown the school" he then let her lead him wherever she fancied....wondering which of his parents had the bad reputation. An amusing thought process considering his father was actually neutral....with both him and his grandfather trying to steer him to being good. It was irritating. Especially since his father went the direction of...better not to think of how he was raised.

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Hachi remained passed out. His color pale and his eyes shut. The good news was his nose was no longer bleeding.

Jasper had made it aboard the rescue jet and stayed by his brothers side. He hoped Hachi would be okay.

As soon as they landed Jasper carried his passed out brother to medical and waited for them to take care of Hachi. Jasper knew that his brothers state was due to using too much of his power for too long...which meant right now he had to recover from that.

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Phoebe gave Tsura a smile, "Its called friendship. I care for my friends" She said, giving Tsura a hug, and smiling at Light as they approached, "Yeah. And if I have my way, we'll be doing more of th-" She stopped suddenly, and looked over at her father, fast approaching. She looked back to tsura and light and gave an abashed smiled, before turning and closing the distance between her and Burce, letting him scoop her up into a hug, she hugged him tight. She hadn't been worried at all, but given that it wasn't the first time she had disappeared, the last being her running away with her mother, Phoebe was more then content to comfort her father, as much as he'd let her.

"I'm fine, Dad, really" She said softly, deciding not to say, for the moment, that she'd been taken because of him. Why feed fuel into those flames? she rested against him a moment, always finding such a simple thing like a hug, or either of her parents worry, as such an amazement, even after this long.

She clutched at him a moment longer when he went to pull away, no doubt thinking he shouldn't appear too human. "I love you dad" She whispered, before pulling away, and approaching her friends again.

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The medical staff looked up as Jasper carried Hachi in, and one broke away, approaching and givign Jasper a kind smile, "Did he get hurt, sweetie?" She asked, the perfect image of a motherly matron, as she guided Jasper to a bed, patting it so he'd set Hachi down, tutting. "Oh, the poor boy is exhausted. Not much we can do, but we'll keep an eye on him"

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 I look forward to exploring friendship with you Phoebe and perhaps we'll explore the logic of you concern for my safety she says with a delighted smile

Then Tsura turns on Light and asked

 You thought that an interesting Diversion, you must have lead a very strange life till this day because I am still trying to divine any Tactical advantage in the ill planned method of our kidnapping

Then she looks at her odd formed friend with a polite but eager expression

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As the day drew to a close, Bruce Wayne approached the oasis that was a miraculous creations by Phoebe. A figure approached, the swaying walk as familiar to Bruce as his own, As Pamela approached, Bruce stopped, watching her walk towards him. She gave Bruce a kiss. Bruce, always prepared for such an eventuality, returned the kiss. He lay his hands against her, holding her to him for a moment.

"Always surpising me, our daughter"

Pamela gave a chuckle, and said "She is the best of us, Bruce"

Bruce gave a sigh, and looked around them. "I just don't want her to be hurt"

"You can't protect her forever, Bruce. She's strong. She'll be okay"

Bruce didn't have anything to say, and he merely looked back to her, weary.

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As day turned to night, the school seemed to settle into calm, and there didn't seem to be any troubles. As morning came, an announcement went through the schhol/ [b]"Attention students! There will be another assembly in half an hour"

Phoebe hadn't slept. She'd been with her father, most of the night, arguing. She had facts, figures, everything she needed to bring about a good, constructive argument, and she gave as much ground as she got, but she got what she wanted.

"Always partners, and we'll have access to fast escape. You know we have to do this, Dad. Some of us older students have already been doing it during the summer. We're ready, Dad." She gave her father a hug, and went to freshen up as best she could, rubbing her eyes, she went to the cafeteria, well satisfied.

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Katherin spent most of the evening with Cole. It was odd to spend so much time with a handsome boy. She had never spent so much tine with anyone. She had always felt that alot of that had to do with the cold that she couldn't quite control. She worried that the rest of it was simply her. Maybe she just wasn't interested enough for people to want to hang out with. Whatever the case might be it hadn't kept Cole from being with her. She hoped that she would see him at the assembly. She headed down to the cafeteria to see what was for breakfast.

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Griffin argued that it wasn't safe to allow Zack to take the lead. Too much had happened in one day for him to be comfortable with allowing his brother to be in charge. Zack wasn't equipped to handle the things to happen yesterday. Zack argued that he wouldnt do well at the assembly alone. Unfortunately he hadn't been abld to argue thst. He didnt like crowds. So they agreed to share the responsibility of leading today. They would only use the lock down area if they had to. They headed down to breakfast.

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Seeing Phoebe being reunited with her parents, Light decided to step back and let the family bond. Light really couldn't understand what Tsura was saying, and nodded. "Yeah I dunno why they kidnapped the two of us either. We weren't related to this whole batman thing. Oh well"

As the day ended, students went back to their dorms until the next day. Some stayed with their friends, some like Light, went back to their dorm alone. But today was an interesting day. Really though why was she kidnapped? Heck, Light didn't know much about Phoebe til today so it wasn't because Light was her friend, so... Well that was a thought for another time.

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She got up early the next day. Maybe she could meet her friends before today's assembly? Though it was kinda weird how school went on as normal after all these things keep happening. "Life of a hero!" she said to herself. It was really enjoyable all around, no dull moments for her!

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"Heh, thanks. Though I've had some test runs with Archie back home. Those ended with dad having to replace more than a few parts." Walter says to Connor after Connor thanked Walter for his handling of the jet. When the jet had landed, Walter quickly called for a cab, then drove home, exhausted.

When he arrived home, his father and mother were there, acting casual which meant that they didn't hear about the mission. Good. Walter told them about his day (well, nix the part about him going on a rescue mission and landing a jet), ate dinner, then went upstairs and collapsed in bed. That was quite an eventful first day... And if it was only a fraction of what was to come, Walter already knew he wanted a lot more.

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The next day, Walter went about his usual schedule of getting up, getting dressed in his costume (nix the mask and hat), eating, then leaving while sliding the mask and hat on. He took a taxi to school, arriving just before the start. Then, he heard the announcement: there was another assembly. Walter quickly hurried to the auditorium, looking around for Hachi, Jasper, Light, and the others in his group, which he supposed were his 'friends' now, even though he had just met most of them yesterday. Then again, dangerous missions do help bonding...