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R.I.S.C. Dossier

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Age

16

Physical Evaluation

Quinnlash is a young woman, five foot three, average build, and slightly underweight. She has very long hair (dark gray streaked with bright yellow) cut into sharp, straight bangs in front, and typically tied into a braid. When tied, it ends at approximately hip height. Untied, it falls nearly to her knees. She has extremely pale skin, unmarked with the exception of scarring around her empty eye socket (right), over which she wears a black and yellow eyepatch. Her remaining eye (left) is brilliant yellow. She has a sharp chin and jawline. Her muscle mass is slightly beneath consistent with regular exercise, and she is somewhat clumsy. She has a tendency to stumble if she isn't watching where she steps.

Psychological Profile

Quinnlash has some very strange psychological markers that nonetheless make sense when her history is taken into account. She is very much

1) Outgoing
2) Friendly
3) Cheerful
and 4) Supportive,
as well as

1) Anxious
2) Emotionally volatile
3) Prone to attention-seeking behavior
and 4) Highly competitive.

In addition, she seems to bear a great deal of attachment issues (for more information, check her background information).

Background Information

Neither we nor Quinnlash herself know exactly where she was born, but all she can remember is the house she lived in for sixteen years in Hovvi. Specifically, she remembers her own room, as she only left it—without permission, I might add—twice in her life. She was kept completely isolated by her parents, researchers on Modir and modium, and was only aware of what they allowed her to be. The only notable incident throughout her life was, as far as can be told, two or three months after she snuck out into the living room and saw the outside world for the first time. Her right eye spontaneously burst (very likely a result of sudden modium growth) and was subsequently removed.

The second time she snuck out was fully, immediately before meeting Besca, which was the first time she actually left her house. She was intimidated and fascinated, and the world seemed to stare at her very strangely. The only known survivor of the Hovvi Incident, she was removed from the town's ruins and taken to the Aerie, where she was subsequently tested for compatibility and given a modioscory to interface with a Savior.

There are a number of strange medical anomalies present in Quinnlash's system, such as her bright yellow eye and the hair being naturally yellow. More pressing is the unfeasible level of modium present in her entire system when she was first retrieved post-Hovvi Incident, and the filed and maintained seed growth of modium in place of her missing eye. Interim-Commander Darroh has taken over care of the child's training as a pilot, and should be contacted for any inquiries.
Savior

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Designation

Ablaze

Body

Tall and lean, Ablaze is on the thinner side for a Savior. Long scutes of modium not unlike those found on some aquatic organisms run along the arms and legs, forming a sort of natural armmor-weapon combination. The fingers are long and end in sharp claws. At the pilot's request, its right eye has been covered with a thick plate of metal.

Weapon

Ablaze's weapon, suited to the name, is a cannon as long as long as Ablaze is tall that fires explosive blasts of fire. The mechanism by which it produces this fire is unknown. When phased, the cannon gains a charge mechanism, allowing her to charge a shot for up to five seconds to increase the destructive yield considerably, up to approximately twice the size and intensity of the blast at full charge. In addition, the cannon shots can be detonated on command, or detonation can be delayed as a form of trap.

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Deep breaths. Deep breaths. More than three this time; just 'however many she could fit before the clock ticked down.' Deep breaths. Bury what was left of the panic so deep down it couldn't find her. Quinn was glad Besca was there. Mona was nice, she really was, but this place was still so foreign to her. Besca was like a grounding wire, keeping her from spinning out of control.

She really wanted to start eating. Desperately. Chef Akihiro had come all the way down her to make this for her, and wow if it didn't look and smell just as good as always. But she restrained herself; it seemed like eating before the show started wouldn't be a good idea. And she really, really didn't want Mona to be angry with her.

As the beep of the camera sounded, Quinn jerked slightly, taken aback. Oh wow. It was starting. She was...she was on TV! Some of that anxiety leaked out of her, and it was replaced with a kind of nervous energy. She smiled a lopsided smile as she looked at the big center camera that Mona had gestured to. She'd never talked in front of a camera before. So she took one more deep breath, reminded herself that Besca was right there cheering her on, and waved like Mona had, trying as hard as she possibly could to draw out that cheer that she'd lost.

She could already feel that nervous energy and anxiety balling up in her stomach like a chunk of lead, but she kept the enthusiasm on as best she could. So many people were watching, and Deelie was definitely watching, and Doctor Follen was probably watching too. So, pulling up everything she had, she let her voice go.

"Hey, I'm Quinnlash Loughvein, buuuut you can just call me Quinn! I'm the brand new pilot for RISC, and I'm super excited to be here!"

She was almost surprised at how...happy she sounded, and how natural it all seemed to feel, despite being so alien an experience.

Was this what she'd been like before?

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Mona grinned, clapping excitedly. Behind her, Besca was almost slack-jawed at how bright and giddy Quinn sounded—how enthusiastic, how normal. She'd heard her happy in the lulls between personal apocalypses, but this was so much…different. She hardly recognized her voice.

"That's right, folks!" Mona said. "Quinnlash Loughvein is here with us tonight, and I could not be happier, let me tell you. But first things first—the entre to our entre. We had another guest join us earlier, a chef from the Aerie Station, mister Akihiro—am I saying that right? Akihiro? Well he came down and whipped up this salmon for us tonight and, folks, if I could just…"

She brought the plate up to her face and took an exaggerated whiff. "Oh, my gawsh. I don't know a whole lot about Tohoken cuisine, but if this doesn't just smell like heaven, then nothing does. Quinn, honey, I know you're the star here tonight but I am almost as excited to dig into this as I am to talk to you, and it's your favorite dish so I can only imagine how you're feeling. So why don't we kick things off here with a few bites, hm?"

Mona twirled her fork between her fingers and speared a small chunk of fish up. She popped it into her mouth, and her other hand came up over her lips while she chewed.

"Good god," she mumbled, swallowing and turning briefly around to Besca. "He cooks up there for you all? Are you hiring? Oh, I don't think I ever need to ask another Runan why they want to be a pilot again."

She took a few more bites, and whatever idea Quinn might have had that the questions were coming soon and rapidly would quickly melt away. Mona hadn't been lying, she seemed just as interested in the dinner than she was with her.

Eventually she did manage a question, unceremoniously covering her mouth to speak while she chewed. "So, Quinn, I gotta know—what do you do with that beautiful braid while you're all set up in the cockpit? You know, when you're running and jumping and blasting and all that, is it in there flapping around? Does it, like, smack you at all? I've heard it's hard to snap a pilot out of the zone, but that thing looks hefty. I mean, it's so cramped in there, isn't it? And I wake up if I turn the wrong way at night. I couldn't imagine having a flail come at me in the dark."

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Quinn kept that smile as she settled back down. It felt...weird. It felt weird, and off, and not quite real, like it was more part of a mask than it was her real face. But, she knew, she needed to keep that mask on in front of the camera. This was important. The Board was already upset with her, she just knew it. She didn't even want to think about what they'd do if she messed up her first ever interview. So she needed to try really, really hard.

Of course, it wasn't entirely an artifice, and it grew even less so as she took a bite of that salmon that she loved so much. She closed her eye rapturously for a few seconds as the flavors exploded in her mouth, and it took all of her self control to not destroy half of it in two bites. "You know," she said offhandedly, "they've got yuzu soda up there. I don't really know what a yuzu is, but it goes super good with the salmon!"

A moment more of chewing and then another question came at her. She couldn't help it; she laughed a little at how unexpected it was. Not the kind of laugh that she'd affect if she'd had the choice; it was underscored with tension, with the same worry and pain that tended to lie beneath her voice most of the time. She cut herself off quickly, hoping it wasn't too obvious. Still, what a question. She'd expected a bunch of questions, but never one about the hair. So she took another bite, looking up at the ceiling as she thought.

"You know, I've...never actually thought about it." She reached around behind her head and tapped on the topmost plug. "I need to pull it out of the way so I can plug myself in, so I usually just..." She picked up the braid and lifted it over her head a few inches before it fell backwards again, "Pull it up so it falls over the back of the chair like this." Leaning back, she made a show of thinking before going on. "But I guess it must flop around when I'm connected, huh?"

She laughed again. This time she covered all the messy stuff up. People didn't want to hear that. It sounded a little strained, but nobody would notice, right? "Guess it's lucky that it's never come undone up there, huh? It'd get everywhere!"

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Mona laughed along with Quinn, it seemed, sincerely. She leaned back in her seat, daintily yet expertly picking out pieces of the salmon with her fork. The wine glass had taken up permanent residence in her other hand, swirled gently around when it wasn't brought to her lips. If she noticed the change in Quinn's voice, she didn't show it.

Besca did notice though. She was used to the frayed nature of Quinn's laugh, never quite right, like she didn't really know how to keep the other emotions out of it. This was much different. It was clean, happy, almost curated. On the one hand it was elating to see her in such control of herself. On the other, it was so blatantly unnatural—at least to her ears, though no one else seemed to notice—that it almost didn't sound like Quinn at all.

"So, honey," Mona went on between bites. "You know I'm so curious—before RISC popped up, I talked to all sorts of pilots, from all over. Now, some of those programs run things pretty strict, pretty hard. When I had little Dahlia on her she said things were definitely a little high-energy for her. And that I get, you know, she's the Dragon and all that—but what's it like for you? What do you do all day up there? Do you like it? It's gotta but such a jarring change of pace for you, I'm sure. I mean, compared to what life must have been like before. I guess—what's the biggest difference been, joining RISC, becoming a pilot? Me personally, I get anxious whenever I have to change hairdressers. I couldn't imagine upending my whole life like that, it must have taken a little getting used to, hm?"

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I mean, compared to what life must have been like before.

Quinn's smile froze on her face like brittle ice. "I—"

Compared to what life must have been like before.

Her voice hitched a bit, and she carefully put the fork down on the plate. "It was—"

What life must have been like before.

She started to feel a little heat building around her eye. No. No no no. She couldn't. She needed to...she needed to focus on the good things. She closed her eye for a moment, taking a long, deep breath. When she spoke, her voice had changed. Reverted. Not fully, but the almost...vacant quality to her voice tapered off. That chaotic emotion was bleeding through her now, and she couldn't quite hold it back anymore. "After—well, after—after what happened...it definitely took a long time for me to get used to life up there."

"It was...really really different. Back..." She swallowed heavily, carefully picking and choosing her words. "Back...home, I mostly just...stayed inside. Being a pilot is waaaaay different." She tried to push some of that enthusiasm back into her voice, but it was only barely effective. She let out a heavy breath that she didn't know she'd been holding and relaxed the hands that she suddenly realized had been incredibly tense. That was the hard part. The hard part was over.

"It's—it's busy up there, you know? I can't really train on the ground with Deelie—Dahlia," she hastily amended. "We both phase so fast that by the time we got going we'd have to stop again. So it's a lot of sparring hand to hand in the gym, and man it's a lot of sim training!"

"Still, it's not bad. The people on the Aerie are all really nice, especially Besca and Dahlia. It's..." She hesitated. She knew that Besca was supposed to show professionalism, and she probably shouldn't jeopardize that. But she was important to Quinn. She was going to say it!

"...It's like having a whole new family, you know?"


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Gender: Female

Appearance: Akyasha is much like the rest of her kin. Pale, pleasing to the eyes…. The most notable features are her bright red hair and the religious garb she wears at almost all times.

Abilities: As a Vampire, of course Akyasha has access to Blood Magic and as a devout servant of Ichor, she also has access to Divine Magic that only Clerics of Ichor would have. The Divine Magics of Ichor are essentially Blood Magic without any weakness a Vampire might have as well as the ability to summon the otherworldly servants of Ichor.

That said, she utilizes her Blood Magic in a special way. When she strikes an enemy with her Blood Magic, she attempts to put a "seed" on or in them. This "seed" starts to drain blood from it's target and will over time sprout as a Blood Magic mockery of a lily, something that Akyasha affectionately calls a "Blood Lily". After she collects the lily, she can utilize it in a couple of ways, but her favorite is in her summoning magic. The amount and quality of blood that she collected influences the creatures she would summon from using the Blood Lily.

Personality: Some describe her as an eccentric. She's a devout servant and follower of Ichor. She follows the tenets as close as she can except for one thing. While she agrees that normally, humans cannot love them, she thinks that they can be made to love them. Though, this typically means that she likes to have plenty of human thralls. Specifically, Human Women that she can dress in her religious outfits and follow the Path of Ichor.

Outside that, one could say that she is every so slightly obsessed with the Cult of Ichor and making it as perfect as she can as well as the betterment of her kin. She sees humans in three ways. The humans worth attempted to turn to the Cult of Ichor and those that are cattle meant for feeding. This does not mean the cattle are to be treated crudely as that would be against the tenets. Preferably, they are to be given their own rooms and things to do as well as well fed. That way, their blood tastes the best it could be.

The third and final way she looks at humans…. Are those worthy of ignoring. As the tenets state not to act with cruelty and treat humans with care, Akyasha finds the best way to care is to ignore those that one does not need to interact with as interaction would bring "undue attention to the undead."

Bio: Once upon a time, Akyasha was a blonde human girl with another name, turned by a Cleric of Ichor. Over the years, she dedicated her unlife to the following of Ichor and rose through the ranks. Unfortunately, during the final years she saw many of her fellow clerics felled by Paladins until finally, she was one of the last few Clerics. Of course, one of the last few didn't matter as she was impaled with a holy weapon and put into an eternal slumber. Only to eventually wake back up in an unforgiving world….

Anything else:

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A mistress of rats? An 'Est', who warned of…

Ilena blinked, a sensation, a thought, re-entering her body. Even with the physicality destroyed, a morsel of her own essence returned to her in that moment, shooting into her shadows, deciphered by the demons that safeguarded her mind.

Ah.

It connected, like objects of differing polarities snapping into place.

"Rikard…and Rhea. Belonging to the Society. Returning to the Society, to report. A piece of me died at the orphanage, where they last were." Ilena settled her gaze on Akyasha briefly, before turning to Luna and Dragan. "The gunfire was likely involved with their hunting of Est. Though whether they are enemies or merely cautious…" From within the cathedral now, the sound of buzzing Skeeters echoed, the gargantuan insectoids flying over to Ilena before touching down, their abdomens swollen once more with the results of their hunt.

She didn't bother with excising the blood carefully now, and instead, her shadows swallowed the enthralled insects whole, assimilating their disparate parts into her own body.

"...it matters not. Nor does the gargantuan beast that we encountered on our path here, if it seeks not to disrupt our departure. Let us slay what remains of that Paladin and leave for more plentiful fields."

[Assistant]
Dragan Meszaros

"A skeletal paladin, still bearing a silver blade?" Dragan turned to the thrall, an eyebrow raised underneath his helmet. "How my former brothers have fallen. Fortunately, the blade will be all we have to fear. As for this Society," He nodded in response to Ilena's words. "We've no reason to seek them out for now. No need to start unnecessary fights."

Foreknowledge of the enemy would be invaluable. As he was now, Dragan had no doubt that most lesser undead would fall under his sway once more. This skeletal paladin sounded to still be beyond his grasp, however. Precautions would need to be taken. The Death Knight glanced back towards the rest of his companions, turning to venture deeper into the cathedral.

"I imagine some among us have preparations to make before we set out, myself included. When I'm finished, I will meet you near the west gate, past the yard."

Centuries-old memories led Dragan to the armories he knew the cathedral possessed. A quick search of said quarters revealed a collection of weapons, many still more or less usable. None were of the highest craftsmanship, but experience and knowledge of steel told the vampiric knight which were servicable and would hold up in a fight. He hefted a two-handed warhammer into his hands and took a practice swing, nodding in satisfaction. This would serve, for now. A blunt smashing weapon would be the most effective against the skeleton that barred their way. It wasn't his old mace, but it would be more efficient on his blood reserves than conjuring one up.

Once he returned outside and regrouped with the others in the courtyard, Dragan stepped forward towards the gate. The sound of shuffling undead had him extending a hand out, the other clutching his warhammer.

"Serve." He commanded, exerting his will to take command over as many lesser undead as he could in the immediate area of the gate without taxing his blood reserves too much.

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Giselle de FarryUndead Princess, de Farry

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The ashen-skinned vampire couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow at Akyasha. "I was not aware your ability to sense social cues had degraded to such an extent during your slumber. Had you successfully played along and fed that human some nonsense information, he might have given the three of us one of those vials of high-quality blood that were displayed very prominently on his coat." She made her criticism of her response far more obvious here, but that was just about all that she had left to be said about the matter, leaving the red-haired vampire to continue her tale.

Further reinvigorated by the one vial that she did receive, she gave a nod of acknowledgement to Aleksiya before her attention was taken by Illena's report. She was one of the stranger ones of the vampire lords assembled here, but that was no issue. "Rikard… that was the human that we encountered on the walls," she acknowledged. "It would seem we have a name for his partner and his employer, then. If there is a 'society' of any sort, then perhaps society as a whole may not have degenerated quite as badly as I'd initially thought."

Turning towards Dragan, she too gave him a nod. "Quite. If I have your measure correctly, then we'll be heading to the same place, so please allow me to accompany you." She made her way to the armory otherwise silently, where she gave her own critical eye over what remained in the centuries-old vault. A good number of the weapons there were still serviceable, although not to the point where she would replace her newly refurbished scythe as her primary arm.

To her mild surprise, there were some firearms in reasonable condition among the cold-steel weapons. She would not trust the rifles or their high-power ammunition, not without spending more effort than she wished at the moment to give them a once-over, but she picked out a revolver, and after creating a cloth and leather holster for it around her thigh, took it with her and strapped it in. Without anything else that she needed, she soon returned outside, ready to make their push west.

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"Hello there little cuties." Akyasha said, nuzzling back to the one that started it. These little creatures were both adorable and useful. Back a long time ago, Akyasha had an entire fleet of these adorable bundles of bloodsucking. She could gather information and blood from just about anywhere she needed. It was a small bit saddening that all of those had fallen when she did, but nonetheless she would desire to reconstitute her fleet. "Can I have you two scout around the city a small bit? Find where this giant skeletal paladin is particularly at the moment. Otherwise, take a look around and most importantly, stay safe."

The most important thing right now was no having to replace the two Gorebats she had summoned. "Please keep me informed you two if there's anything interesting." With that, she sent the two off with a smile. She wasn't sure if they'd find anything else in this city. Hell, she half expected to find Est again though it'd probably be better if she didn't.

And now, she was thirstier. Unsurprising of course, as she had used blood to summon those cuties. The Blood Lily Cleric stretched her arms a small bit before sniffing at the air. Perhaps that smell was what she thought it was? It carried her to the edge of the balcony where she looked down. She noticed a nice little something where Luna was with the Thrall earlier. The Cleric licked at her lips as she quickly made her way down and took up a vial of blood that she had not noticed earlier and quickly downed the substance. Now she was ready to explore the city and find the best path through it to the outside of it's walls. "Dragan mentioned the west gate? Not that I have much else to prepare for anyway." With that, the Cleric head in the direction, ready to head out again to heed the Goddess' words.


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'I'm definitely not used to this kind of crap, but heck, I'm sure gonna give it my all. I sure could use another companion, though. The current one is kinda cheeky.'
Age: 24

Supposedly, a hero from another world, even though he doesn't feel 'hero-like' at all. He was sent into a quest with the princess Rena Falkren from the kingdom of Eskar with some armor, a sword and a bag full of coins on him. Supposedly, they have to slay the demon king 'Lucifer'. (I know, my naming sense is bad and kinda lazy xD)

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Noboyuki smiled, a bit arrogantly, if anything else, when Rena agreed to go on a date with her. If he ever went back to his world, he would be able to brag about this to his friends, if he ever went back, that is. After all, it isn't everyday that you get a date with a princess of a great kingdom like that. Well, should they get on with it? He had just finished his breakfast too.

Noboyuki stood up as well, not before cleaning his mouth carefully with the handkerchief he kept inside his breast pocket. It was only bits and crumbs of bread, so it wouldn't get so dirty, otherwise, he wouldn't use it so lightly. It was one of his favorite things, after all. Made him seem classy. "Then, shall we get going?" Noboyuki simply said, while looking at the girl with a big smile.

And then, she seemed to get worried about his foot. Well, it had hurt at first, but it was nothing right now. "Now, don't look so down like that. It makes me feel bad for my foot again. Anyhow, don't worry. Your shield is keeping anything bad at bay, I'm sure of it." Noboyuki said, before making his way towards the exit of the restaurant, before turning his head around at the girl with a smile. "You aren't going to just stand there and wait, right? Let's go. We'll worry about things once they happen, so let's just enjoy ourselves for now."

[Assistant]
His words were actually comforting, as it really did put here more at ease about Noboyuki's injury. The hero could be putting on brave front for all she knew, at least his strength was admirable. Rena didn't hold back a sigh, "You are a grown man of course, but... if you fall in the streets due to your wound, you will have to drag yourself home." She then turned on her heel to start leaving the hall and off to the outside world. All the same though, despite her words Rena was somewhat more soften spoken, and in other subtle ways more gentle, not even in ways she realized herself.

The pair were walking just out of the taven, that is assuming Noboyuki decided to follow her lead, not that Rena would've expected him to run off to who knows where. That day was fair, clear skies without a wisp of a cloud. There was only a slight breeze hanging in the air, just enough to ruffle Rena's hair as it fluttered in time with each minute gust. Now that she wasn't rushing around, like before, Rena this time around took in the surroundings. Nearby fields were bountiful with heavy, golden grain, fortunately for the people the harvest was promised to be grand this year, in fact laborers were already beginning inital preparations for the scheduled week of harvest itself.

It was now that Rena thought about how they really had been traveling for an entire month, when they started these very fields must've been only half its current height. Late autumn had arrived. The girl walk alongside her companion quietly, it was far from an awkward one, at least the way Rena perceived it, but just a simple calm, she didn't dare to ruin it. Now after say five minutes of continued silence, the princess looked up Noboyuki, "Its peaceful isn't it? Hard to believe this is almost the same place we encountered that momster... but I like it, this current calmness that is."

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As expected the princess took the lead and guided him through the town. It was a beautiful sight, and it made Noboyuki feel.... odd, to be honest. It wasn't nostalgy, because in the city he used to live before there wasn't anything quite like that. In fact, it was a rare sight. It was, yes, refreshing, it was refreshing. For a change of pace, nature was good. Noboyuki went on with the silence Rena didn't dare temper with. Noboyuki smiled with a lazy smile that was already an habit of his while he was in his own world. Speaking of changes of pace, this was a change of pace in his current lifestyle. A relaxing stroll through town, different to their everyday battles.

When Rena finally spoke off, Noboyuki turned to see her with the same lazy smile still in his face. "Yeah, hardly seems like there was a monster that horrible before. God or not, I still find it hard to believe people actually worshipped that thing." Noboyuki said. Well, this was just about the right time for a smoke. He hadn't been smoking lately because he didn't have that many cigarettes in the first place. He had to make them last, otherwise he'd be stranded in that world without any way to entertain himself. Of course, also because it wasn't that healthy to be smoking like a damn chimney.

He also had his very own, specially made lighter. A metal, shiny lighter of silver color with the kanjis for his name engraved on it. He searched through his breast pocket until he produced a single white cigarette and put it in his mouth, before lighting it and take a good smoke out of it. After that, he let the smoke come out of his mind with a relaxed sigh. It wasn't his favorite kind of thing to do, but damn, did it relax him like no other thing. "Do you smoke, Rena? Wait, do you even have cigarettes here?" He asked, curious of whether or not he'd be able to get more of them in that world. Still, he planned to guard those he was carrying with him with his life. It was his favorite brand, after all.

[Assistant]
Rena coughed of the stench of the buring tobacco, not that she knew what it was seeing as the plant was not native to Eskar, or maybe even to that world. Whatever a... cigarette was it smelt like disease to her, really begging the question why Noboyuki would ever think of placing it in his month in the first place. The girl just marked this as another outlandish element from the hero's true home. "*cough* *cough* ...I don't know what a cigarette is but that smell alone makes me question you and your people. Ugh."

Rena fell silent again, however after not too long she continued, the time just seemed right to ask something she had being dying to know for long while. "So, Noboyuki you... don't talk about your home that often, well really at all. Also..." Rena stopped mid sentence unsure if it was within her rights to ask, "...What about yourself? I'll admit even though we're a month along I don't know you. What I mean is every man has a history, even then you are still a blank book to myself."

Rena looked thoughtful as she spoke her thoughts, staring at Noboyuki with curious eyes, obviously not exactly in line with her established character. "We have a long road ahead of us, and is there anything wrong with wanting us to finally start learning about each other?"

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Since it seemed that Rena wasn't accustomed to the smell of the cigarette (as expected, and unfortunately, they didn't have cigarettes there), and also seemed to not like it, as expected of non-smokers, he quickly took another taste of his cigarette, quickly burning it out, but not quite quick enough to finish it, Noboyuki then went on to put it out in the sole of his shoe, out of respect of the people and things around him. He also put the remaining of it inside his breast pocket. He had at least the decency of not littering anywhere he was. "Haha, I wonder the same actually. It is just a bad habit I picked up in high school and haven't been able to get rid off. Maybe I don't want either, even though it is known to cause a lot of diseases. It.... relaxes me when I am stressed out."

Noboyuki smiled at her. Well, wasn't this a surprise. He even told her so. "My, what a surprise. I never would have expected the princess of a grandiose fantasy world to be interested in my own." He laughed, a bit more hearty than the other times he had actually laughed while on this world. It made him feel relaxed, somehow. Was it the cigarette or was it the company? "Well, what can you say? My world is definitely a lot more advanced than yours. We've got a lot of technology. Maybe it is to make up for our lack of magic. Japan, from where I come from, is known for a lot of things, traditions and whatnot, technology, etcetera, etcetera. IT mostly known because of the anime we broadcast though. People from all around the world like to watch it. It is.... well, I think the best way to explain it is, several drawings in a sequence that make it seem as if it were moving... or something like that. Anyhow, it would be a lot to explain, electricity, tv's, circuits, computers, etcetera, etcetera...." Now that he thought about it, it really was complex, though it didn't appear to him that way because he had become used to them.

He decided on a quick change of subject. "And about me? Well, I was a normal guy, normal as normal comes. I went to high school, finished college and then got a stable, boring job in a big company as a mere salaryman. I make enough for a living and to give me some luxuries every now and then, but other than that, my job isn't, well, you could call it, fullfilling. It was a boring everyday, definitely so. The most I could do was play something in a console to pretend my life hadn't become the cliche that is often seen in movies and whatnot. And then, I was plunged into this world. Well, at least here I have a purpose." Noboyuki finished with a smile. I felt somewhat good to be needed, even if he had to risk his life.

"What about you, miss princess? Any interesting stories you can tell me about?" Though not as direct, Noboyuki was also fairly interested on what Rena had to say and what her life was like before all of this.

[Assistant]
Noboyuki was a foreigner beyond a doubt, it wasn't so much as what he talked about, but the way he talked. To put in a way, the man would be in huge trouble in they were in a court proper for he didn't make out to be the best of diplomats. "You know, you would've angered many nobles with the way you talk, it is never wise for one to directly compare his own nation to another's, its how feuds start." Rena glared her usual glare at the man, but this time it didn't last when she started laughing lightly, a barely audible one, but still there. "Luckily you're only talking to me, so no true offense." He gave a lot of information, much more than she ever expected, though she was happy the hero was willing to share about himself just from her asking. Now she didn't understand a scrap of what he said, seeing as he used words and concepts not of her own world, but it was a good step up anyway.

When he asked her to share of her history, Rena wasn't surpised since the question was fully expected. After a pause just to gather her thoughts, she jumped right in. "Where to start... I traveled a lot. Not as a wanderer of course, that would be stupid for someone such as myself. No I have spent the majority of my life in many other courts rather than my father's in the capital province. Now most of them are within the kingdom itself still, so the expectations were the same, perhaps variations depending on the liege in question."

"Oh now foreign courts are a whole new beast, sometimes the difference between cultures is so vast, but the experience is worthwhile, especially learning to tolerate other peoples. I don't know how it is in your world, but here conflict is founded on such petty issues out of misunderstandings, despite the current age of the Demon King. My father, you know the king of Eskar, is known to be one of the most peaceful rulers in recent history, skilled diplomat with the military might and authority to back his claims. I plan on continuing what he started, using words to maintain good relations with our neighbors. Although... as for warfare, and well with the looming threat of the demons... I have doubts..." Rena trailed off, more lost in thought than ever.

Soon after she shook her head as if pushing her own thoughts away. "Enough of my ramblings, the focus should be on what we are doing now, and not so far in the future." Rena looked back to Noboyuki, "You've told me about your home, but what else is going on in your world... I wonder with a much more advanced society as you say, do your people face the same problems as mine?"

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It seemed the girl liked to mind her matters even while speaking unofficially to a companion. Noboyuki couldn't help but laught at that fact. "You should've heard me speaking with my boss then. I couldn't speak so casually or even treat him as a friend, in all honesty, he got pissed the moment I did so. Then again, he was a sourpuss and I am not exactly a 'by the book' kind of guy." For the first time, though, he thought that Rena was actually enjoying herself, and it made him happy as well. She seemed to even crave for knowledge. It was good to see that, even if it was in another world.

Noboyuki simply nodded in acknowledgement as he heard Rena speak about herself. It was truly something how a princess was allowed to wander like that. Though he had already experienced her hardheadness first hand, so he could make out how that conversation with her father went. "Ha, in my world, every country is so different from the other. You would hardly be able to communicate between each other if the guys hadn't decided on a common language with which they could speak between each other. Still, I don't know how the big shots think, though. I am but another guy in the whole system." Noboyuki shrugged. He was always under the impression that, maybe, a monarchy wasn't so bad after all, despite what had happened in the past.

"And our problems? Pfft, they are a lot bigger than yours, let me assure you." Noboyuki said, dismissing the motion with his hand. "I mean, you guys have it easier than us. I will not say your problems are smaller than ours, cause that'd be a lie. However, we have to deal with a loooot more of things. For example. We are on the verge of destroying ecosystems and what not with all the shit we do." He then noticed he had cursed in front of her. He scratched the back of his head, looking a bit flustered. "Sorry about that. Anyhow, there's still a lot of things. Corrupt politicians, drugs. There's a mythological tale in Japan that says that after a big fight, the Gods Izanami and Izanagi said to each other 'I am going to kill 1,000 men on the surface of earth every day', said Izanami to Izanagi and he answered, 'Then I am going to give birth to 1,500.' Sometimes it actually seems true though." Noboyuki explained to her, and couldn't help but smile sadly.

"You guys are better off here, with all the nature there is here, maybe also better without technology and drugs like in my own world."


[System]
Nickname: Chimera

Age: 17

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Nationality: Immigrated from Portugal

Personality:
Safira could be compared to a wolf, silently stalking it's prey for great distances and amounts of time, waiting for the perfect opportunity. She only speaks when spoken to, or when she absolutely must. Otherwise, she could melt into any crowd without a trace, which she has done on more than one occasion to escape.

When one actually does meet her and talk her up however, she is calm, polite and certainly does not resemble an assassin when out of her working gear. Safira speaks in a quiet voice and is very patient, as such she is very hard to piss off. Before one should even think to piss her off however, they would be wise to be mindful of how fast she is with a blade. ;)

Bio:
Safira was born into a rough life of poverty and her family was in and out of shelters, often living on the streets. Because of this, she learned how to defend herself very quickly, along with how to get around quietly and steal food from the local vendors so that her and her family could eat. Safira often went many nights without eating, both because she couldn't find any, and she was conditioning herself to run off bare minimum nutrition so that she could feed the rest of her family more.

At the age of twelve, she was kidnapped with the intention of selling her off for ransom. However after realising no one would ever pay up for her life, they wanted to kill her. It wasn't long before they realised she had potential after she knocked out one of the guards, and she was employed into a Portuguese gang, serving mostly as a lookout at first.

After realising she had potential as a fighter, they brought her to the higher-ups of the gang and she was trained by some of the best fighters in the country, both in armed and unarmed combat, with guns and blades. She became one the gang's more valuable fighter and ended up earning them a decent amount of money.

Because she was still under age and that she had never been caught, her criminal record was clean and she ended up immigrating to America with the rest of her family. There, she learned even more skills as breaking into shops in town was much more difficult than in the slums of Portugal. Safira was put into a public school for two years before a lookout from Riddle Academy contacted her family, offering free education for her special skill set. Now, she's in her first year at the academy, training with the rest of the students.

Weapon:
Twin throwing knives, strapped on top of each other on her right wrist. Can be deployed one by one with a quick flick of her wrist. Secondary use as a standard knife for hand to hand combat.

Normally for use in dire situations with multiple opponents, she keeps a combat sword mounted in a sheath on her left hip. It is light and razor sharp, more for slicing than for stabbing.

Equipment:
 - Military grade smoke and flash grenades, origin unknown (2x each)
 - Leather arm bracers (bottom ones), each sporting a metal plate inside for blocking blades
 - Light plate carrier with a plate rated to stop up to 5.56x45mm fired from a full length AR-15 (Front plate
 only, rear is fitted with a kevlar lining rated to stop 9mm)
 - A small pouch of fake, black dyed roses. Her calling card.

Skills:
 - Trained in most mainstream martial arts, up to a black belt level, armed and unarmed.
 - Stealth training
 - Deadly accurate with throwing knives
 - Trained in the use of swords, some small arms training
 - Because of breathing exercises and extremely hardcore cardio workouts, her heart-rate drops very quickly
 after exerting herself, and she can hold her breath for a good two minutes.
 - Can speak both English and Portuguese fluently.

Abilities: N/A

Other:
She has a mark burnt into the back of her neck, a symbol of the gang she had been in back in Portugal. She often covers it with her hair or by wearing a collared jacket, however it can be seen with enough effort on most days.

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** A folder with "TOP SECRET" written on it lays on the Director's desk for approval **

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Izumi Kaede

After watching the students actually get to the point where they were gonna water board their roommates, and after seeing Minako being overly eager to torture the one she called big brother, Izumi stepped in the middle of everyone and spoke up." Stop !" She Ordered them all.

" This class wasn't made today to torture your classmates and have them be in pain, this class today was a trust class, in order to work together you need to build trust with others, no matter who they are, because one day you may need them. Now put the kegs down." Izumi told the students. The Black class students began releasing the students that were tied up and in the chairs.

Izumi went back to the front of the classroom with her back turned to the class, she had her arms crossed and felt a bit angry for what happened earlier in the class with many people coming late." Today was your first day, it wasn't a good day, whenever you have a class with me don't be late to the classroom, don't sit down on the floor if there aren't chairs, don't bring weapons to my class, or come messy. Your dismissed." Izumi told them still feeling angry about how late they were.

Before the students could leave Izumi turned around and pointed directly at Rei, Addie, and Sayaka." You three stay after class, I gotta talk to you three." She stared at the three giving them sort of a death glare as she waited for the others to go to lunch.

Sayaka Homura

After hearing Rei tell Sayaka and Addie say she was gonna be the one, Sayaka was still hesitant on actually doing it, she didn't want to water board either of them, well if Addie stop being OCD then she heavily lean to not wanting to hurt Addie at all, she specially didn't want to hurt Rei feeling as if Rei would do something even worse to her even later.

Which would probably hurt her even more than what Sayaka could do to Rei." This still isn't right though, even if your gonna take Addie's place, and plus I don't want to be on your bad side really Rei." Sayaka told the blue haired girl not wanting to torture her.

She also had a feeling that if she did it, then she might get on Saya's bad side as well, and her thoughts of the silver haired, red eyed, sexy woman would have to be burned liked the outer surface of her skin. When Izumi told them to stop and Sayaka turned to see her, Sayaka focused on the teacher woman.

Sayaka only got half of what the woman said and started at her backside, she heard the voluptuous woman berate them and anything after that she didn't focus on she stared at the woman's thighs, and bottom not really caring about what she said till Izumi turned around and pointed at the three of them and said they had to stay behind.

Sayaka was startled by the fact they had to stay behind and looked to both Addie and Rei." Oh no, what do you think shes gonna do to us ? " She asked the other two." Is this gonna be like one of those novels where the teacher punishes us with various fetishes ? Or is it gonna be like " If you want to pass today's class you gotta work for your A on your knees." Do you think ?" She asked Rei Specifically even thought she said it to both Addie and Rei.

[Assistant]
~Rei~

Rei gave Sayaka a sharp gaze. Really, she was worried about that? She should have just followed her word and did the action since both of them knew that Addie was too weak-willed to endure such a torture. But alas, fate was not on their side as the teacher called it a day and soon everyone was dismissed towards respective lunch periods. Everyone except Rei, Sayaka, and Addie.

"How am I supposed to know?" Rei asked back, rolling her eyes at Sayaka. "We wouldn't even be here if you had just followed my command and switched us out. But no, you had to question it. And now look where we are."

Sure, she may have been a little harsh to the other First Year, but frankly Rei had been looking forward to lunch. Between having to deal with Sayaka's lewd endeavors and Addie's overall, general uselessness, it was starting to become a struggle in juggling both their personalities. Sighing, she only continued to glare up at Izumi, wondering just what exactly they were supposed to be doing under her watchful gaze.

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~Donna~

"Oh ho, and what are you doing here?"

The question came from beside Itsuko as none other than Donna sprang up from her side, skipping along beside the other blonde girl with a toothy grin. Once Izumi had called it quits on her little class time, Donna had ran it out of there. But not before winking at Miles of course.

"Man, this place really reeks! I keep telling Kaede to put in some air fresheners but she always thinks I mean the fishy ones. The fishy ones! Oh ho, but that's enough about me. Whatcha up to?"

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, @KoL

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Addie

& @Spriggs27

"Rei, Sayaka-san, you shouldn't have done that. I... I would try my best to endure it." Addie said to her team mates, once they untied her. However, when Rei offered herself to assume Addie's place, the small lavender haired girl almost stepped in front of their teacher, to protest about her sadism, even if she feared that Izumi could snap her like a dry twig without a second thought.

However, as soon as Addie stepped forward and opened her mouth in a "Ahh... ple..." Izumi said that everyone but the three of them was released form the torture and could move to have lunch.

Still not knowing what was it about, but fearing that Sayaka's delusions might actually be true, Addie summoned all the resolve within herself and stood before Izumi. "I... I don't know what you plan to do, but... you can't do it to Rei and Sayaka-san. I... I... I won't let you!" Addie looked as pissed off, and as threatening as, a grade schooler who had favorite doll stolen by a bully as she tried to stand against Izumi, but even this small gesture was a long way down the path that Addie set for herself from now on.

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Kaede

Kaede stood up and bowed respectfully once Saya had delivered her judgment upon Kyoko "Thank you, Saya-sama, I'll be sure to get her back on the line before the tournament. After all, Kyoko Akera is the most qualified candidate to join the Black Class this year."

As soon as she said that, Kaede turned to Kyouko with a steely expression in her face, before replying to the thoughts that the other girl never voiced "I did that because I believe that you can do better. We are not unlike each other, so to say." However her eyes narrowed almost threateningly (or was it suggestively?), when Kyoko thought about what kind of compensation Kaede would like, specially the maid part.

"If you had said it before, I would already have asked for Saya-sama's permission. Come with me..." Kaede said without giving much context, before bowing to Saya again and turning to leave the Head Director's office while gesturing Kyoko to do the same as well as follow her.

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Itsuko

Itsuko made a small detour through Saya's room to take a more throughout shower, put on some new clothes and eat a quick lunch, before she continued her roaming through the hallways, now feeling completely refresh and ready to fight an army if need be. "Now, I wonder where should I begin? Well, I think I have a good idea..." Itsuko said to herself when she heard a low rumbling coming from the boys toilet that she just slipped by.

However, before the reckless blonde could storm the place with little regard of the gender barrier, Donna appeared behind her out of nowhere, causing Itsuko to jump to the side and clutch her chest to try to calm her beating heart. "Whe... where the hell did you come from? You can creep on people like that, what if I had a weaker heart?" Itsuko said as the surprise washed off past her.

Anyway, once Itsuko had regained her composure she moved in closer to Donna and pointed to the boys' restroom "Yeah, I get you, this place smells worse than that kidnapper camp on Vietnam... man, I'll never forget that damn pig smell. Erm, anyway, I get that you're from the Black Class, right, Fish Sticks?" Itsuko waited a little for Donna's confirmation, before continuing "I think that I could use your help on that one. Saya tasked me with discovering what's up around the Academy and I think that this place is a good bet to dig some smelly stuff."

"What do you say of we going in and breaking some noses until they start to spill the truth?" Itsuko asked Donna as she punched her right hand with her left.

[Assistant]
Safira walked up the lonely path to Riddle Academy, her duffle bag of clothing and gear hung heavily from her shoulder. At first glance, most would consider her a normal teenage girl, her clothing was fairly civilian looking and nothing about her screamed assassin. Not until you took a closer look at the back of her neck. Here, the insignia of the Garra Vermelho gang lay burnt into the back of her neck, a circle surrounding the shape of a claw.

The resonating click of her combat boots on the stone walkway seemed very loud in the dead silent exterior of the Academy. Safira looked at her watch. Damn it, she was going to be late, and on the first day too. It wasn't her fault that it took her forever to navigate her way here. She pulled on her black leather jacket, concealing the two throwing knives strapped to her arm as she entered the school. The sound of her heart beating seemed deafening as she looked around, before making her way to the Head Director's office, wherever that may have been.'

After what seemed like hours of walking the empty halls she finally stumbled upon it, taking a deep breath before approaching the door and knocking three times, the sound echoing loudly through the halls. She drew in a breath, slowing her heart-rate down to just above resting rate and waited for an answer.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Cat)

Weapon:

The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.

Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.

Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.

Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.

Colour: Sunrise orange  (Colourcode: F02100)

Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords

Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"

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Capture the Fort

It happened fast during the chaos. Delta couldn't even scream when many pairs of black, clawed hands reached forth and pulled him into the shadows. The last thing they saw was his hand as his body vanished into the darkness. There was little time to mourn and less time to mount a rescue; the sound of more grimm, bigger ones at that, were coming in hot. The other remaining beowolves kept their distance knowing that their few remaining numbers will make them easily wiped out by the hunters, but if they delayed them long enough, reinforcements will arrive and they can crush them under sheer numbers. So the grimm retreated back into the forest, using the threes as cover, but stayed close enough to keep track of the hunters so they could alert the main horde when they were close.

As for Sand, as she continued to observe the fort she'd be well aware of the sudden Grimm activity. Beowolves jumping down from the walls or running out from the rear breach, heading into the forest. Harpies leaving their roosts and heading in the same direction. While many came close to her location, none seen to be currently aware of her, instead answering the call of the howling she may have heard earlier before. Obviously, something has alerted them, and subsequently much of their forces left to investigate. While this meant bad news for whoever was in the forest, that also left the fortress with even less grimm to guard it. Most of the ground-based grimm have left, but many of the harpies still sit in their nests, watching, waiting.

Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64

Sticky Situation

The Nevermore did not fear the little hunter's spears, or his ghostly arms. Even back during the days where it was barely larger than a sparrow, it has willingly charged towards the blades of hunters, expertly able to dodge their tips and claw out their eyes. As it grew bigger, it grew stronger and hardier, so much that it could crush stone pillars and grand oak trees with slams of it's bodies. Spears were naught but pin pricks to the giant bird, if they could even penetrate the Nevermore's iron-hard feathers. The giant bird of prey did not fear the hunter, and so it continued it's rapid decent, sending it's entire body down onto the hunter. First, with it's sharp talons it would grab Shuai, even if it meant getting it's claws pierced, and if nothing stopped the nevermore it would continue it's fall so it can slam the hunter into the ground, possibly killing him even through his aura. And should the Nevermore do so, it would also be slamming Shuai quite far away from the clearing his allies are at.

As for the others, the airship managed to escape before the Nevermore or other grimms would take notice. The remaining hunters on the forest floor would see no Grimm near, though their tracks were obvious. They could find the slithering path of King Taijitu , molt from nevermores of various sizes, and web from broodlings. At least there was a clear path; follow the web to the nest. Additionally, a map of the area was sent to everyone's SCROLLs. However this was merely an image and not an interactive map, so it was up to the intelligence of the team to figure out their relative location on the map. The only landmark near the hunters on the forest floor that they could use to pinpoint their location was the fact they were in a small clearing, of which there were three on the map. The tress were too high to see any mountains beyond their canopy.

@Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy

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Sarina Tala Dei – Team JESS with an L – Defending a Caravan

Sarina ignored the remark spoken by the driver, she considered hasty. I can easily purify these beings without any of your help, as she faced the Taijutus that surrounded her. Her eyes were in the moment as one by one she moved with luminous speed slashing each Taijutu that tried to eat hear. More came and she continued to do the same routine until she looked to the distance, the caravan vehicle speeding away. FAEX, as she realized the caravan vehicle was far away and the Taijutu surrounded her in a circle that lunged at her immediately upon that realization She sensed it as she could feel their dark energy come down upon her and in a flash appeared at another point facing the speeding caravan. From that position to another position were in a line of position she appeared at, slashing Taijutus blocking her way, before coming to her ideal position, upon the caravan vehicle.

Her face was glowing; her eyes were narrow as she held a euphoric smile as she looked onward upon the Taijutu that gazed at her. She sheathed her sword and prepared herself to defend the caravan, ready to fire bursts of laminating energy.

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Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Outskirts of the City

"I think you mean Perception check," as she kept a calmed face after Gratia remark. Bitch… "Banks can have different times, maybe this one is different." Vega had an idea that this was a trap by Zephyr as it is likely they caught wind of a rescue team coming for Bianca. Perfect plan for her. "I will enter, I am the most sociable and this is a perfect chance for me to learn about the facility. If I get captured" as she thought for a second, "Gratia you can either wait or accompany Beryl and Napoli" as she looked at her.

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Even before the surprise attack began, Skyra had a bad feeling and when the attackers stormed, she had more or less disappeared into the shadows avoiding the bullet hell before it even began. Oh, she so had to have a word with Krys after this...
She crept up the wall dangled down from the ceiling watching her allies take cover behind Ebon's huge shield. Patiently Skyra waited for Krys to break out and when she did, it was glorious. The assailants left behind by Krys' and Sepia's breakout attack were is a pretty dazed condition, which proved to be the opportunity for Skyra's own assault.
Letting go, she let herself drop right on top of one dude knocking him on the head with the pommel of her blade.
As he is falling over, Skyra was already back in the air leaping from person to person using all manner of different attacks on the unsuspecting enemies.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god.

Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required.

Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above.

Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view.

Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much.

He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends).

Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes.

The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things.

Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029)

Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey.

Appearance:

For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it.
Shuai Taiyin (帥 太阴)
* Asking out a lucky someone
* Coming to school in style
* Musing on the nature of life
* Peace out
* Still pretty in tracksuit

Shuai Liwang (帥 李王)
* Cuter than your boyfriend
* It's not that hard
* Not when you're a Shuai
* Motorbikes are cool

Shuai Lianzi (帥 蓮子)
* Big bro'll protect

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@Lucius Cypher@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

Armory

"Eep!" Emerald nearly jumped out of her skin when Anna surpise hugged her. She'd been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't seen her soul sister coming.

"Oh hey Anna, I'm doing alright I guess, it's just a lot to take in and process ya know? I think I'm still in shock about it." Emerald was more in shock about what her dad had told her than anything else. She'd had an older sister all this time and she never knew! She basically gained two sisters yesterday, that was crazy!

She followed Anna to where Gren and Oswald were conspiring on something...most likely developing weapons of some sort. "Whatcha guys plotting?"

[Assistant]
Haven

"Beryl Harken. Hey."

Jericho wasn't even surprised by the otter's random appearances in his life anymore, nor was he going to waste any energy protesting her anime nickname for him. He was more focused on the random affliction that seemed to strike her as it had struck so many other girls (and honestly, people in general) here at Beacon: random, sometimes bizarre mood swings, that seemed to pass like freak storms. She had a faraway look in her eye that faded for all of two seconds.

And he had thought better of her than to push her boobs up just because she was sitting next to him. Wasn't like they weren't perky to begin with anyway, Beryl, don't be a paranoid wreck.

You didn't HAVE to sit here.

"I don't really care much about weaponry, honestly. Not enough to get attached to most of it. Put any gun in my hands and I'm comfortable up to 1900 meters." He shrugged off his jacket and unclasped the chest holster he was wearing, pulling it away from his t-shirt and dropping it on the worktable that he and the Mistralian Faunus girl shared. His hair clip came next, long brown hair falling down his neck as the clip slimmed down and extended into yet another knife, this time a faux-stiletto that he dropped gently onto the table. He looked to Beryl, mouth creasing casually into a thinner line; he gave a faint shrug and shook his hair free, chest rising and falling calmly as he looked wistfully to the back of the class.

"I just enrolled because this seemed like the closest thing to an auto shop," he explained, "and I used to piss away a period on my streetfighter. I didn't want to have to get her repaired with black market parts for a semester. Hey. Your Semblance is water-specific, right, Beryl? Those cavemen at the docks here all have their thumbs up their asses, and God knows what they screwed around with while unloading her. Would you help me check it today if you have a free minute, make sure no single-celled jackass dumped a bottle of Fiji into my carburetor or anything like that?"

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@LokiLeo789

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Vega Venetia - Team VGNB – Armory Class
Vega did have any ideas for any contraption on weapon. Sitting near Gratia while she worked on her Contraption, Vega was reading an article concerning SMG's and AR's on reducing muzzle climb and increasing auto-controllability. She kept her distance so Gratia would have room.

Flipping a page, "Interesting" she muttered to herself.

[Assistant]
@Ayazi@LokiLeo789@Plank Sinatra

Beacon Academy-Armory Class-Beryl Harken

So that's where he was keeping it.

Beryl hadn't been able to figure out where Jericho had pulled that smaller knife from the last time she had seen it. The young Altesian knight had an insane draw speed when he felt threatened.

"Sure." She said in a tone that, while it was still cheerful, was less overwhelmingly so than her initial greeting had been. "It'll give me a chance to pick up some pointers on automotive mechanics from someone who actually knowns what they are doing."

[User]
Picture, if you will, the scene of a school cafeteria. One emptier than it would be at any other time of the day, but a school cafeteria nonetheless. A school cafeteria filled with stores hawking tasty sustenance, mascot statues appealing to merchandising, and a small number of loitering students taking advantage of their temporary freedom from classes to grab themselves a quick meal to replenish their energy stores for the inevitable task of learning. Of course, there is a major difference between this scene and the school cafeteria you are likely picturing (beyond the fact that trainee Hunters would not be found so easily in some school cafeteria): there is an unfortunate lack of Shuai Taidan in your imagination.

That isn't to say, however, that there is a visibly "Taidanesque" presence in this cafeteria either.

Certainly, this larger-than-life Shuai Taidan should be one of loitering students in the cafeteria, but for all intents and purposes, the room seems bereft of anything larger-than-life, and one would suggest that Shuai Taidan isn't larger-than-life at all, if he could be present without anybody noticing.

Yet there is a simple explanation.

The reason for why there is no sign of Shuai Taidan, why nobody has noticed his presence despite his supposed larger-than-life nature, why there is no radiant aura of cheeriness filling up some corner of the room, is merely the fact that ...

... Shuai Taidan doesn't look like Shuai Taidan.

An unexpected answer, but one with an even more obvious answer:

Shuai Taidan is in costume.

Take a look at the small number of loitering students in this cafeteria. At first, you may have thought that the set with the qualities of "who could be Shuai Taidan" essentially boiled down to one discrete variable: "the boy who looked like Shuai Taidan and thus was Shuai Taidan". This, of course, would have been fallacious reasoning even had Shuai Taidan looked like Shuai Taidan given the presence of those with shapeshifting or illusionary powers present within the halls of Beacon Academy. Yet that is not as relevant to the discussion as the fact that yes, Shuai Taidan does not look like Shuai Taidan.

And thus, the set of "who could be Shuai Taidan" expanded in scope from an individual to every single one of those loitering students. After all, if none of them looked like Shuai Taidan, and Shuai Taidan didn't look like himself, then everyone was a candidate for being Shuai Taidan.

(Except for your boyfriend, Plank. Because quite unfortunately for your case, Shuai Taidan is really just a flat, 2D creation made up of words and copyrighted images, and not actually part of the set consisting of "actual real humans who you could feasibly date".)

So of those loitering students, who is in fact Shuai Taidan?

It's not the silver-haired hipster with sunglasses, because he is far too tall to be Shuai Taidan, even if platform shoes were involved.

It's not the cleaner wiping gunk off the tables before more students arrive, because Shuai Taidan's shift isn't until later in the week.

It's not even the black-haired beauty inexplicably in a ballgown, because Shuai Taidan isn't crossdressing today.

What's the answer then, you may ask?

He's one of the supposed mascot statues.

If it comes as quite a surprise, then you likely share the sentiments of many of the students present in the cafeteria. They too assumed that the grumpy-faced bear wearing kevlar was merely a statue owned by the sweets store, but the sudden motion of said bear's feet proved them to be incorrect. It was no statue, but in fact a costume.

A costume containing Shuai Taidan.

A Shuai Taidan who had decided to stop loitering in a costume and start waddling out of the cafeteria.

Witnesses could only stare after him in shock.

And once he, clad still in costume, disappeared from the cafeteria's confines, a conclusion could be settled upon:

In this cafeteria, the set of "who could be Shuai Taidan" no longer contained any individuals.


[System]
Age: 25
Appearance: A blonde man with greenish, tired eyes and a red sweatshirt, he usually wears jeans. He's now got a rotary dial from a phone booth in his pocket.

Powers/Equipment: The H-Dial, a mystical device with the ability to transform its user into a range of strange and incredible heroes. These heroes tend toward the Cape aesthetic, but some of them can be downright strange- IE, Cock-A-Hoop, Boy Chimney, and Daffodil Host. The downside to the dial: Dick doesn't get to choose WHICH hero he turns into, and some of the powers are eccentric. Case in point, Flamewar, who can set things on fire by insulting them, or Pelican Army, who is a hivemind composed of pelicans and a telepathic redcoat soldier.

Personality: Had someone said "Take this magic rotary dial and go beat up evil things," he would have jumped at the call. Granted, he'd probably ask what the hell the person was on, talking about magic rotary dials and interdimensional superheroes, but it's a fair question when dealing with wackos. He's a man of moderate intelligence and has a patchwork knowledge of many subjects, mostly involving biology, computers, and physics, although nothing too specialized. He's torn between how awesome being a superhero is and how weird his various forms are.

Brief Backstory: An American with a love of all things superhero, he's visiting the island to take a break from college. His family's a little rough right now, but hopefully a vacation's just what he needs. Besides, ruins are awesome. And volcanoes, dormant or otherwise, are EXTREMELY awesome.

Other: PELICAN ARMY!

[User]
A pair of trains raced through the sky above a feudal Japanese city, seemingly conjuring tracks out of thin air as they went. The vehicles went unnoticed by the general populous, who either lacked the power to see them or just figured they were better off ignoring them. In the front was a black train with a pair of drill-like protrusions at the front of its tracks, one of the Shadow Line's Darkliners, which travelled from world to world trying to spread their influence. In hot pursuit was a train with some police car-like traits, the Rainbow Line's Police Express, one of the vehicles tasked with fighting back against the Shadows.

"To think that a mere conductor managed to ruin my plan...That world would've been plunged into darkness!" The leader of the Shadow Line's expedition snarled. At that moment, a loud bang sounded out. The pursuing Police Express had folded out what looked to be an oversized blue handgun, though its aim was somewhat hampered by the speeds they were moving at. "Tch...You!" the weasel-like creature shouted, pointing to one of the black-clad minions crewing the train. "Get us back to HQ, now!"

"Crow!" The train robber-esque combatman responded, beginning to work on a strange computer. Another shot rang out, this time however, it connected. While the blast failed to cause any major damage, it shook the Darkliner and caused the Crow at the console to fall forwards. Almost instantly, the track they were travelling on split and the train seemingly vanished into thin air, with the Police Express following shortly after.

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The Crow had, of course, failed to return the Darkliner to HQ. Instead, it seemed to have stranded them on some backwater planet and busted the console. There'd be time to punish it for the screw-up later though, for now, they had a chance to prepare for their pursuers.

The police train came into view, as Kamaitachi had expected. At his command, the Darkliner opened fire with its own weapons, a barrage of cannon fire hitting the emerging Police Express. The other train began a rapid descent, somewhere between an emergency landing and...well, crashing. Whether it was taking cover, or just a convenient crashing point, the train ended up in a forested area of the island the two vehicles had emerged over.

As it fell, several items fell through a small gash in the side of rear carriage, landing across the island below.

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Rachel stretched, stepping out of the hotel she'd been staying at and into the tropical sunlight. Sure, she'd slept in. Sure, it was already close to noon. But what was the point in rushing on a holiday?

"Let's see...beach...or hiking track..." The brunette mumbled to herself, glancing around. Decision making had never really been her strongest suit, and this was no exception. As she turned towards a path heading into the forest, something caught her eye, a phone and some weird metal case. They seemed somewhat...familiar.

Shrugging, she stepped forwards and picked the items up. Maybe whoever lost these had some kind of ID in the case? With a small click, it opened, revealing what seemed to be Pokemon cards. Or rather, cards with pictures of Pokemon on them. Weird...In any case, these probably needed to go to the hotel's lost and found or something.

[Assistant]
It was a busy day down in the town. Cars kept getting busted and people need them repaired for the summer to come. Nicholas knew that there was only one hour left on the clock before he could take a break. However, after fixing a guy's hotrod, his boss entered the shop.

"Hey, Niko, why don't you take the rest of the day off?" Nicholas smiled at the boss' Russian accent. Then again, he always found accents adorably funny. "I have something to show you..." He said. He left the shop as Nicholas followed him. When they got outside, Nicholas saw a black motorcycle with purple flames and a silver skull hood.

"How do you like it?" He said to Nicholas.

"W-wait, is this... is this for me?" Nicholas asked.

"Well, I found it in the junk heap not too long ago... Like, ten minutes ago... in prime condition as well!" He said.

"So... you're letting me having it?" Nicholas asked.

"I'm too old to be a biker anymore. You, however, have a long way to go. Just... well, don't get into trouble. Go along, take it for a spin!" He said.

"Alright, I won't get into trouble." Nicholas hopped onto the bike and rode off. His boss smiled.

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Nicholas drove alongside the street, keeping with the traffic regulations. That's when he saw a train diving into the forest. Nicholas got confused and drove into a path leading to the forest.

He parked the motorcycle and headed onto the forest path. As he walked, he became more and more weary of his surroundings. Then he tripped on something. He skinned his knee and got up.

"Gah!" He screamed. He looked over and saw what he tripped over. He picked it up.

"The hell? A bop-it?" Nicholas commented on the Break Gunner's appearance. That's when a loud enka song played and made Nicholas jump.

"HOLY SHIT!" He jumped over on the ground. He turned around and saw a small car moving on its own while making vrooming sounds and enka noises. "What the hell are you?" He said at he car's catlike face. It drove to him and repeatedly rammed him at his shoe. "H-hey! Quit it!" That's when he heard clown noises. He looked up and saw a car with a clown's face jump down at him, making honking noises and clown noises. "AAAAAAAAAAH!" He screamed. The clown car pinned him down as the enka car spewed out chains, tying him up.

"W-what do you guys want from me!? Are you aliens!?" Nicholas said. The enka car rammed into his hand that held the 'bop-it', with each hit tickling Nicholas' hand. That's when the clown car drove in and honked at the car. The two cars honked at each other for a while. "H-hey! Are you guys, like, guardians of the forest or whatever? Because if you let me go, I'll definitely give a hoot and not pollute! I promise!" Nicholas said. The two cars turned to him. The enka car unchained him and he got up.

"What the hell are you two?" Nicholas asked. The cars drove off. "H-hey! Wait up!" Nicholas followed the cars. At which point, Nicholas threw all caution to the wind and pretty much thought "what would the opening kill girl do in a moment like this?"

[User]
Man. I'm getting kinda hungry. Of course there's no kitchen in this room, and the free food in the lobby is just popcorn and peanuts until dinner. That's how these tropical places get you. But... hot damn, room service is ACTUALLY reasonably priced for a change. What's that number again...

Richard Wrole turned over, looking up from his menu to the hotel's phone, an old rotary number. He'd spent most of the morning-and lunch- at the beach, and hadn't gotten breakfast or lunch. This meant that his stomach was in open revolt, staging a violent protest. Of course, there WERE those crazy hoops you had to jump through to make internal calls.

Let's see... room service is 0 for internal calls... 4 for room service... and 376 for the order itself...

...H! E! R! O! When this mystical sequence is put into an H-Dial, a strange function begins- the dialer can become strange and wondrous heroes from across the multiverse! Of course, whether it's Robby Reed, Chris King, Nelson Jent, or now Richard Wrole- they never know WHAT they'll get when they... DIAL H FOR HERO!

With a pulse of red light, the letter "H" flew out from the phone dial, coating Richard... who vanished. In his place appeared a red-clad man with lightning decals over his years.

Wow! That dial must have given me the mystic power to transform into super-heroes from across the cosmos... and apparently to exposit and think like a comic book character. This should be freaking me out, but... it seems normal while I'm using it. Right now, I've become The Flash, protector of Central City! The costumes are all really similar... but if I know my DCU, I'm Barry Allen, the Flash who made the jump to the competition at Marvel as Flash Forward before returning! With the use of the Speed Force, I can accomplish nearly anything! Now... how do I turn back and order a sandwich...

In an instant, Richard found his hand making its way to the dial, dialing 6734.

O! R! E! H! When this mystical sequence is put into an H-Dial, the powers are lost and the transformation is broken, allowing the user to return to their normal form! A responsible hero only uses their powers for good, and always gives them back when the battle is ov-

Ooooorrrr I could use the powers for absurdly mundane non-evil shit.


[System]
Appearance: Al's a bit taller than average, with decent muscle tone, but his long limbs make him look leaner. His hair is a ragged, unkempt mop of muddy brown, and his facial features are surprisingly soft. Albeit, he's usually got a bruise or bandage marring them.
His dress style is pretty casual; he mostly wears loose fitting denim pants and untied boots, with a tee shirt and dingy leather coat up top. On his back he typically keeps three or four large greatswords, of ordinary make, kept in a sling.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Year Level: 1st (he was held back two years)

Faction/club: Boxing Club Neophyte

Power: Superman- Al is strong - much stronger than his frame would even suggest; he can crumple metal with his fists, throw heavy objects, and lift big things, like a small car or chunks of the classroom's floor. He's durable to boot- It's pretty common for other students to take a sledgehammer to his face, because anything less probably won't phase him.
Naturally, his self-taught fighting style takes advantage of this, and focuses on Al throwing his momentum around to deliver maximum impact haymakers. Drop kicks are common, as are wild punches, suplexes, and throwing whatever's handy, up to and including the enemy. Additionally, Al carries around several greatswords, since he finds their length and mass are good for slinging around. Also he thinks they're cool.

Perhaps the biggest downside is that his muscle mass isn't proportional to his strength. A fighter with the same strength levels but more muscle mass, for example, has an easier time throwing Al than the other way around, and naturally has an easier time putting more force behind blows.

Bio: Al is by all means a kind, well-meaning person, with an understanding of the importance of friendship. He just happens to have a wild streak, and that streak just happens to be rather good at hitting stuff really hard. Upon entering the school, his physical abilities had administrators expecting him to be a B or even A ranked student. They quickly discovered, however, how terrible Al was for the school. Almost every time he agreed to fight, Al promptly forgot about the match or was distracted by something else, and upon not showing at the battle arena, lost by forfeiture, damaging his score. His poor grades did not help the matter.

Recently, Al's found refuge in the boxing club, hoping they can help him get to and win matches so he can actually graduate from the school eventually. His usage of swords is still the topic of hot debate, mainly between him and literally every other club member.
Score: 763

[User]
Kingsley started on his pot pie. Today he was using a combination of beef and bear meat, which normally took much longer than chicken as he liked using tough cuts in his meat-based pies and stews. After all, if one was going to use a tender cut of beef anyways, there were better recipes to make. As for the bear, well, it was important to use lean cuts from wild game to cut the 'gamey' flavor as most of that resided in fat tissue.

His secret to getting it done quickly was the pressure cooker. By cooking his meat under intense pressure, those tight muscles would loosen up well in no time and congregate with all the other flavors within an hour. He got his beef, bear, and mirepoix ready along with some beef bouillon he had made beforehand. He placed all these in the pressure cooker along with some water, and started on his crust. The crust still wasn't done by the time the meat was ready, but this was planned. He opened the pressure cooker, and the delicious smell of meat wafted out of the Home Economics class. Surely the delicious smells would reach nearby rooms soon, such as the place in which the boxing club took residence, but this did not concern Kingsley. Kingsley only cared about three things: Taste, presentation, and technical execution.

The giant sauteed some mushrooms and peas as the mixture cooled and the dough for the crust sat in the refrigerator. He added the sauteed items to the contents of the pressure cooker, which had gone down quite a bit in temperature thanks to his surrounding the container with ice. By now, the dough was ready and he covered the pie pan with the evenly-rolled crust. After shaping it, he used the remainder to cut strips out which would go on top of the meat mixture. He added the warm mixture to the pie pan, placed dough strips on top, and put the thing in the oven. In 25 more minutes it would be done, and as the pie baked the surrounding area became infused with even more delicious smells.

[Assistant]
Souta tried his best to keep his composure as he sat in his chair, his arm holding up his head as it sat firmly and securely on the arm rest of the chair. He stared at Alphonse, trying his best not to break out into panic or into tears.

He was of the student council. The student council, a group of the most powerful students in the whole school.

Granted, Souta didn't exactly earn his spot on the student council, but neither did anyone else. His sister chose him for some odd reason because she believed in him -- for some odd reason. Because she knew that Souta could... well, do it in the words of that strange white man in that strange YouTube video that somehow seemed to reach popularity.

But that was beside the point!

Souta's sister had to fight for her seat with her power, a power that kept her safe and secure, that was considered to be "powerful," and Souta had that same exact power.

Granted, Souta's sister could summon out five guards at a time to do her bidding, but two was enough for Souta! This power, even though Souta had yet to master it, even though Souta had yet to bring out its full potential, even though Souta had yet to even use it in a real fight, this power would keep him safe.

"What are we going to do about this?"

[User]
"Geterwha-" All asked before a gator punch slammed into his ribs, releasing a soft wet crack.

He fell for my plan! The punch was perfectly blocked by my rib cage! he thought to himself, hooking and arm around the gator's arm. Twisting his body to the side, he lifted Bayou Baron's arm over his shoulder, and began to tug with all his might.

[Assistant]
The Bayou Baron, definitely a man who knew when to sell a hit, gracefully leaned into Al's grip and was thrown, head over heels, onto the ground. With a mighty THUMP, Al had successfully taken Bayou Baron down a peg. The Bayou Baron had lost!

The crowd of boxers burst into applause, both at Al's demonstration of skill and the Baron's demonstration of good sportsmanship and acting prowess. Despite performing an illegal move and refusing to sell a blow, Al came out looking like a genuine hero!

"I don't believe it!" cried Roy, ringing the bell and triumphantly raising Al's arm. "The new boy beat our cham-peen monster heel! Bah gawd, I've never seen anything like this before! HHHHWATTA MATCH!"

Roy let Al's arm down gently, and clapped him on the shoulder. Roy turned to face the crowd, and pumped his fist enthusiastically.
"This is the kind of acting I want to see at Boxermania, boys! Remember: it's tomorrow, so we're gonna need at least three guys up before the crack of dawn to get things set up!"

The Bayou Baron, with Roy's help, lifted himself up and through the turnbuckle. Roy held the turnbuckle's ropes open long enough for Al to exit the stage, and addressed the crowd once again.

"If you want to volunteer for a stagehand position, just ask me or Captain. Remember, boys: showmanship gets us more points! Okay, we're going to take a little break, and we're going to get to the next match!"

[User]
Captain Kurosawa watched the match go on, examining the performance as the fight progressed. It was something. Al was able, against all odds, to maintain the favor of the crowd. Well this certainly showed off the prowess of the Bayou Baron in being skilled as a Heel. He was even able to help Al come out looking like the face. Misaki grinned, amused at the results garnered from the crowd.

"Woo!" Misaki flailed around her pom poms. She glanced around the crowd as she yelled out,"Keep up the good work! Use the break to practice some dialogue, keep practicing your delivery of strikes!" Misaki paused for a moment as she swore something wafted into the Boxing Club. Some delicious smell managed to enter the room. Perhaps someone was messing with the ovens in the Home Ec room?

Misaki moved the thought back in her mind. Right now, she had to worry about booking the matches and getting everything prepared so that it would be a fantastic show. "Any interested volunteers just say the word, cause we got plenty of stuff to do setting up!"

[Assistant]
The Boxing Ring

"BEHOLD!" cried El Ruidoso de Marad, Mighty Lucha Wrestler from his place in the stands! He stood, showing the assembled crowd his wondrous biceps and truly magnificent pecs, all forged by the power of eating well, training hard, and FIERY PASSION! "I WILL ASSIST YOU WITH BOXERMANIA, ON TWO CONDITIONS!" he roared, promptly sending the assembled crowd deaf! So loud was El Ruidoso that eardrums burst in his presence!

He leapt from his place in the stands, sailing through the air with all the grace of a thrown brick! He struck a pose mid-air, his smile wide, before landing in front of the ring with a thump and a flourish! For some reason, a rose had appeared in his teeth! He removed it, and, holding it aloft in the air, he declared "¡OLE!"

With another mighty leap, he propelled himself over the ropes and into the ring itself. "UNO!" he bellowed. "I WISH TO FACE A MIGHTY GRAPPLER, SO THAT I MAY SHOW YOU ALL THE FIERY PASSION OF LUCHA!" he spoke thusly, the crowd bursting into cheering and applause when they heard they were going to get a fight. The bloodlust ran high, and El Ruidoso knew how to play a crowd!

"DOS!" was his second declaration, and to the surprise of absolutely everyone he spun on his heel and fell to one knee, facing the cheerleader Misaki on the sidelines. "It is rare that I see such beauty in such a horrendous school environment! Truly a rose such as yourself should be permitted to bloom in the sun!" he explained, pointing the rose at the cheerleader. "And such a skilled fighter, with a true understanding of FIERY PASSION! Truly you are, as they say, the complete package! El Ruidoso is a kind man, but a man who appreciates the true beauty that stands before him! So it is thus, that my second requirement, is a single date with YOU, KUROSAWA MISAKI!"

[User]
At last, the oven buzzed and Kingsley could retrieve his prize. He reached inside and grabbed the pie pan, not worrying about the heat due to his hand wraps. While it looked like these were for fighting, Kingsley really wrapped his hands thusly so that he could handle scalding hot implements at all times. Even great chefs could get burned in the kitchen every once in a while, after all.

Now, he just had to allow the pie to sit. His patience would be rewarded with perfectly done crusts, integrated flavorings, and thick, tasty gravy. His mouth already watered in anticipation as the delicious smell of meat and tender, flaky crust wafted about and inflicted the surrounding area. Good food took patience, but allowing a mostly done product to sit when he was so hungry never got easier.

As he waited, he heard a lot of shouting coming from the boxing club. Those guys were getting really excited about something, and Kingsley actually became a little curious. It would be a while longer on the pie, and Kingsley doubted anyone would steal it from him, so he decided to check it out. He exited the Home Economics room as surreptitiously as a burly, scarred, 7-foot-tall man in an apron could and slipped into the room the boxing club used. For once, all eyes were on someone other than him, so he leaned back against the wall and watched.

"It's a... masked wrestler? I think I've heard of them before! It's called 'Lucha', I believe. I don't know why someone like that is in the boxing club, but he seems really interesting. I wonder what all the excitement is about, though?"

[Assistant]
The Boxing Ring

Well these turn of events were certainly unexpected. Really it wasn't too unexpected, considering the fact Boxermania was coming up. However the luchador had gone beyond the expected flash and flair of the ring. His passion gleamed like the Barcelona shores, and was fueled by the FIERY PASSION which was carefully molded from the finest potential, just like his physique. This man had attracted the attention of the crowd with his booming voice, and a natural charm. And he even was able to do impressive sleights of hands!

Kurosawa Misaki just watched on in awe, as her mouth was left agape. She had seen such stellar performances before, but the quick and on the spot dialogue was something else. Perhaps it was the masked guise, which managed to enshroud such passion. She was enthralled by the speech, that she hardly noticed how swift the man was. Nor did she notice the fact that Kingsley had entered the club's room.

The Masked Man knelt down in front of her. Once again the man spoke of conditions that he wished for his services in helping Boxermania. And beyond that, he spoke of her own passion and fighting prowess! Such words, delivered in such an emboldened and passionate manner, they caused the Captain's cheeks to flush pink. The Captain even felt a quiver in her legs, as they shook ever so slightly.

No. She couldn't show that! Quickly Misaki shook her head as she glanced towards at El Rudioso. "I-" She stammered, trying to regain a sense of composure from the startling improved performance. This man, he was definitely going to have a part in Boxermania.

"Right!" Kurosawa Misaki took in a quick breath and gave a slight smile. "I will find a grappler for you to face...Probably at Boxermania itself." She spoke, her smile growing. Oh, if he could deliver in the ring as if he did now, Rudioso would be a fantastic asset at the event. "As for the second requirement..." Kurosawa Misaki, lowered her pom poms and rested them upon her hips. "Let's see how Boxermania goes first and how well you set up, it is an important event. Then we can discuss further details on the date."

[User]
"Captain, captain! Did you see me?!" Al called, adjusting the strap on his sword sling. "I think your and Roy's training is paying off."

"And nice to meet you, Mister Ruidoso. You want to join the boxing club, huh? I'm pretty low ranked myself, so if you want an exhibition match to introduce yourself, I'm game for whatever." he smiled at the masked wrestler, extending his hand for a handshake.