[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes.

Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off.

Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend.

Strength: He's a great fighter.

Weakness: He's kind of an idiot.

Demons:
Main:* Obariyon

Reserves:* None

Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though...

Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.

[User]
~Keiko Yamada~

Keiko watched in a mix of annoyance and displeasure as Oswald ripped through the zombies rather easily. She had to admit, the animal was good at what he did - which was kill things. Now, if she could tame the beast...he could be a very useful little tool. The thought caused her to smirk a bit. Her own, personal little guard-dog. Now, that, was an idea she could get behind. She'd have to be careful though, unless she wanted to end up one of his victims. A thought for later, anyways.

"Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~"

Soon though, he had cleared a path for them. Most of the demons were easily dispatched, and Keiko made her move. While the Pixie fended off the last of the demons, She reached the cellphone. With a loud stomp, she brought her foot down on it, crushing it and closing the portal in one swift motion. Well, that was much easier than she thought it was going to be. She got a little rough up in the process, but she learned her pest of a demon could heal. That would be useful.

For her, at least. She had no intention of blabbing that to the others...

Keiko made her way back over to the others, not bothering to put away her Pixie, who decided to take up a residency sitting on her shoulder for the moment. She looked at the others - they seemed to have fared well enough.

"Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..."

The man said. He had a point. Standing around talking like this was probably a bad idea. More demons would probably pop up, soon enough. Going into one of these unstable buildings...well, she was fairly sure that was better than standing out here, even if it meant that the building was unstable.

"My house would probably be to far from here... I don't have the keys to my dad's new shop... I dunno, do any of you guys have ideas? Oh, and does anyone have any tape?"

Tai commented, asking for some tape. Really, in a time like this? How idiotic. They had more worries other than his precious guitar for the moment. Like not getting mauled by the demons. Before she could comment, however the...creature spoke.

"Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..."

...she couldn't believe she was agreeing with him. It would be better to get inside, rather than stay out here after all. Off the streets and into some place they could defend themselves and lay low for a bit, until they could find another plan of action. With a sigh, Keiko finally replied.

"U-uhm, thank you for clearing out those demons." She said to the psychotic man, a bit nervously. "I do think your idea is b-best..." She quietly continued, shuffling a bit uncomfortably on the spot in fake discomfort as she voiced her opinion. "Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit."

Despite her being a notorious liar and manipulator, she was being truthful in thanking him for clearing a path. She very well knew when thanks was due, even to some pleb like that beast of a human. Though, really she just wanted a place to lay low for a bit to collect her own thoughts, and gauge how much control she could potentially have over this little group of boys. Tai would be easy, probably. The other, was going to be difficult for sure, but the...creature was a complete mystery.

[Assistant]
Daisuke nodded at everyone's responses before sighing, his shoulders drooping down in defeat. It didn't seem like cared much for formalities and property, but given the situation it was kind of understandable. Picking up his pole, Daisuke walked over to the nearest storefront; the metal shutters seemed to have bee cracked in multiple places, so Daisuke wedged his weapon into one of them and began to push down. The thin metal that made up the shutter slowly but surely gave way, though it found itself wanting to close soon after. How irritating that was. Carefully using his pole as a support for the shutters, Daisuke began moving some of the nearby debris into the gap, prying it open even further. The pole would probably be necessary to keep the thing open, which meant he was now without a weapon.

"Alright, guess we can duck in here for a while." he said, beckoning the others as he attempted to turn on the lights. Sadly, the electricity seemed to be out, which meant that nothing was going on anytime soon. Looking around at the store a bit more, Daisuke soon found that it was an electronics store... Which, to be fair, didn't change much at all. The computer monitors that would normally be on display had found themselves shattered on the floor, and the towers had for the most part been crushed by debris. It was probably dangerous to walk down the display aisles, but on the upside there seemed to be an area for computer accessories that didn't have as much dangerous stuff lying around.

"Dang, what a shame. The stuff here actually looks pretty expensive..." he muttered as he wandered deeper into the store. If he was lucky, maybe he could find something useful... Like a solar charger or food. Or maybe another weapon. Any of those would work, really.

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Tai shivered a little as Rothschild eyeballed him. That creepy man... he was enough to make Tai's skin crawl. Covered in monster's blood, it reminded him of a serial killer. Rothschild talked about his state of living, probably trying to get some sympathy. "I unfortunately don't have a place of residence anymore... Destroyed, the demons... Poor Childs out there all alone, and without his daddy to care for him... aaah... It's horrible, I tell you~! Oh, and don't look at me like that... I'm just a worthless jobless father who's having a bad day... Yes, I have anger issues, but i'm not a bad guy~ I just have my ... days..." He said. Tai didn't care what this dude said, he wouldn't believe it for a second. He was enjoying that bout a little too much. Tai found it boring, he wanted a fight, and zombie's didn't provide a challenge, and would keep attacking until you offed them. Rothschild relished in it though. It wasn't the fight, it was the kill.

Tai was surprised how much he could intuit about the man. Normally, he couldn't read people at all. He guessed he just needed the motivation or something. Rothschild calmed a bit, still laughing a little, but now trying to get his hands free of blood, and talking in a more even voice. Didn't mean his voice was less unnerving though. "Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..." He said. Tai wasn't sure. Maybe those people were still alive, and Tai was sure he wouldn't want his shop busted into. But then, the cute girl also agreed. "I do think your idea is b-best... Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit." Yeah, maybe she was right...

With a sigh of resignation, the man busted open a store front. An electronics store, judging by all the computers and stuff now broken on the floor. Tai followed his lead and entered. The electricity was cut by the tremors, judging by the lack of lights. The man wandered deeper into the store, but Tai decided to check out the checkout counter. There was a possibility they had some form of tape or something in the drawers behind there. "I'm gonna see if I can find anything to repair my bass with. Can't fight with a broken weapon, right?" He told the others, as he started opening up a drawer and skimming through it.


[System]
Alias: Polarity Man – The Soldier of the Skies

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Mellow, Brave, Self-Destructive, Indifferent

Archetype: Alien tech, the origin of which is kept secret from him by his military superiors.

Powers: Polarity Man's powers mainly come from his mechanical power suit, which he has dubbed the "Patroller". The suit's capabilities include jet propulsion flight with a recorded Mach 2 speed limit, enhanced strength, radiation and atmospheric-pressure resistance, satellite wave interception, a visual scanner, and an arm blaster which fires radioactive or electrical energy at either short bursts or prolonged streams.

The lieutenant himself has one specific power which is the generation of a negatively charged energy with radioactive elements. In fact, his physiology changes to a plasma-like state when he generates enough of this energy that allows him to phase through certain solid surfaces, mainly the metal plating of the Patroller as it lacks an entry hatch.

Weaknesses: The two halves of Polarity Man cannot function without the other; Lawrence Trainor requires the suit to regulate his energy production or he risks overloading himself but the Patroller also cannot function without his unique energy signature either. The specifics of an overload are unclear but the lieutenant has no intentions of testing the theories regarding it.

Appearance: Underneath the armor and uniform are burns that have completely erased all traces of the lieutenant before becoming Polarity Man. To remedy this, specially prepared bandages that can help regulate the negative energy are wrapped around most of his body. This personal appearance of his is completely secret to the public though. For all they know, the Patroller suit is Polarity Man.

Character Evolution: While I personally will go with the flow of the story, I hope to see Polarity Man change from just a soldier to a real superhero over its course, perhaps even find the humanity that he lost. Other character changes will hopefully happen though I don't have anything else in mind at the moment.

BRIEF Bio: As a USAF test pilot, Lt. Trainor had flown many top-secret aircraft out of the Langley airbase he was stationed at. The day he flew the experimental jet codenamed "Doom Patroller" was just like any other as well. The eggheads present at the flight assured him that it was going to revolutionize the way all fighter jets could respond to meta-human threats, serving as a solution rather than just a distraction. Lawrence didn't believe the assessments, or rather, he didn't care. However, once the jet's systems shut off mid-flight and he started to free fall from the sky, he went from disinterested to shrieking mad in an instant. Before he hit the ground though, the jet imploded upon itself and form fitted a mechanical suit to his body that protected him from the impact.

When he came to, Lawrence was back at the air base's medical bay but some remains of the jet had somehow fused to parts of his body like shrapnel which they were unable to remove. These pieces embedded in his skin gave off a unique energy signature that he would find to be both a curse and a blessing. He would spend months recovering from the crash and even more months learning to use the jet's new form. While this went on, his superiors had negotiated for him to become a part of the Justice League as a US government sponsored member. Though the details of the deal are not known by the public, Polarity Man now finds himself in the ranks of the Justice League.

Notes: The character is mostly Negative Man with a twist of Robot Man, Blue Beetle and Captain Atom, while the mech appearance is the Gespenst from Endless Frontier. The Patroller suit is 2.12 meters in height and weighs 328.40 kilos.

Sample Post:

"Did I ever tell you how ridiculous the name 'Polarity Man' sounds?" said the being of pure energy emerging from the metal chassis of a jet-black mech suit, after landing in the middle of Nowhere, Virginia. Slowly, this being would reform itself into a solid state but the man that stood in its place looked quite banged up. Bandages covered a majority of his body but he otherwise looked just like any other flyboy that operated out from the Langley airbase, complete with a bomber jacket with an assortment of military badges and a pair of shades that look straight out of Top Gun. He would lay on the grassy field he found himself in, letting the minutes pass along with clouds that flew by. However, this tranquility wouldn't last long as he stood back up and continued his complaints. "I bet you the same engineers who designed the jet came up with the name. Apparently, we needed a fitting identity for the J.L. and a tagline that the public would recognize for good P.R. branding. I mean, I really don't care bu-."

Before he could finish his sentence, he would begin to lose his balance and fall to one knee as an electrical charge surged through his body. He stayed in such a position for a few minutes before regaining his composure as the shock stopped. "Right. Forgot about that. I guess we better suit back up, huh?" Across the man was no one else but the mech suit that he had emerged from, currently lifeless and immobile. However, the moment Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor re-entered, the systems of the machine were quick to start back up. With a smirk hidden underneath his bandages, Polarity Man would fire up his engines and hit the skies once more, patrolling to protect the free world underneath him.

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On the day of the ceremony where the League publicly added all the heroes to the roster she refused to participate. She had much better things to do. She was on the computer the Bat character had set her up with. She turned it on, she had the data saved to the desktop so that it was easily found, but it wasn't there. She tried searching for the data but it was gone. She started cursing in Kyrptonian. She unleashed her heat vision on the stupid thing. She started a fire of course. Cursing in Kyrptonian again. She used her ice breath to put out the fire. That Bat character barely said anything, Kal read her the riot act. She pretended to listen.

Sometime the next day in some place called Nebarska or Neborksa, whatever it was called didn't matter to her. When she got there was a member of a barbarian race worse than these humans. She fought it until he kicked Superman in the balls. She laughed her ass off while the phallic guy and palority something worked on their joint attack. She didn't wait for them to finish teaming up. She flew at the alien barbarian at full speed. She made it appear she was going to attack high, at the last second she went below the belt and put the full force of her attack into a single punch to alien barbarian's balls. Lobo sank to his knees clutching his balls.

[Assistant]
Cameras.
Reporters.
Questions.
People… everywhere.
The Warden was definitely aware that he'd be dealing with some amount of crowds, but he had elected to mostly ignore that fact in the hope that it wouldn't be as bad as he had feared. Naturally, it turned out even worse. Deep breaths...deep breaths he thinks as he focuses, and is ready to face the crowds...

And naturally, failed miserably at answering even the easiest of questions from the reporters. Fortunately he avoided much stammering, but between the ridiculous amount of background noise, their confusing questions (like he remembers what he did on the 4th of December last year – he didn't even have his phone calendar then!), and his trouble forming his ideas into words, he ended up not saying much at all. Hey, look on the bright side… maybe they'll paint me as the "stoic" hero… that's what local guys seem to do… when they aren't making fun ---

He feels a tap, and looks over and around for a moment before noticing the dark cape swooping by. Stuttering, stammering, he began to raise his hand and ask him what it meant, before noticing three others following the Batman. He shrugged and decided to follow I suppose he'll tell me to turn back if nothing else…
The Smoker… cigarettes are so bad for you…
The Lizard… seemed a little scatterbrained.
Fancy Man… wannabe Batman.

Hopefully this goes well...hopefully one of them knows more about this lion man than I do

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St.Roch:

The Warden sat and watched as Rose attempted to make conversation with Fancy Man. Not much for conversation either... wait... parachute?

The conversation proceeds further, and then, fortunately, the Question addresses him directly: "Will covering vegetation bother it? If so, will perhaps need to find new way to wear parachute."

"Uh, well bother? Yes, but everything makes me itchy. Bigger issue is that I am covered in brambles. Parachutes generally do not work with holes in them, correct?" he asks, not entirely sarcastically. Before Q can respond though, Rose and Lizard are already over him, putting the parachute on his front. He protests for a moment before he notices that it is indeed holding up... For now, at least.

"Pull here, right?" he asks of really anyone who's listening, and he gets a slight nod from Question as Rose and Lizard jump. I guess me next, he thinks as he walks up to the edge, steps back, forward, back... Swallows...

And jumps.

The air is exhilarating but terrifying, and he realizes just as he jumps out that he has no idea when to pull the damned thing. ohshitohshitohshitohshito- the failsafe deploys, flipping The Warden upside down thanks to the orientation of the parachute. he hears a faint ripping, but also looks back and sees the roof approaching... a little fast... and is able to eyeball it to catch a spire with one of his vines to break the fall.

"Oof."

Meanwhile, a few yards away, Question landed on the ground with a lot more grace than The Warden. He cast a glance at his teammate, then turned to the others. "As Batman said, I am on point for mission. Follow orders and will capture the lion-man." As he took his parachute off, he turned to Lizard and Rose. "Will need to get to museum first. Must find lion-man and hostage. Warden, Ravager, you will face enemy head-on. Lizard and I will find way to sneak into museum. Any questions?"

Good, less complicated... Though... "How are we getting down?" The Warden asks, currently in a pitch battle with his parachute.

This catches Question off-guard, and he pauses before clearing his throat awkwardly. "Um... Stairs?"

"Lizard and I are not exactly covert, in general. I do hope one of the staircases leads to a back exit" he says, eventually giving up the fight and just ripping the parachute off with his vines.

And just then, out of the corner of his eye, Question spots the fire escape. "... Or fire escape." He says, walking to said fire escape. "Come. Time for mission."

That works, The Warden thinks as he wordlessly follows.

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Metropolis – 18:30 PM EST

"Smile and wave, Patroller. Smile and wave." said Polarity Man to his two selves as he greeted the citizens of Metropolis, though neither the lieutenant's nor the mech suit's facial expressions could visibly change. Being celebrated as a new hero in the ranks of the Justice League was the last thing he expected after nearly dying in a jet crash. Yet, the cheering crowd gathered around League's headquarters and the multiple news station coverage he was streaming to his visual HUD assured him that all of this was real.

As with most people in front of a public forum, Lawrence was quite nervous as the ceremony transpired. While the likes of Superman and Green Lantern were adored by the media reporters, the obscure new recruits were met with lofty expectations and even unwarranted suspicion. After all, where were they during the last crisis? Specially "the new Batman robot" as one anchorman described the Patroller suit.

They weren't wrong, Lawrence supposed. "If only my jet crashed earlier, huh?" he said to himself with a chuckle. After the ceremonies, Polarity Man was one of the last to enter the tower as he took the few extra moments to appreciate the crowd that gathered to cheer on the new recruits, even doing a quick fly-by above the gathered masses to entertain the children and the child-like. "Thank you and goodnight, Metropolis!" the lieutenant would say through the mech's voice encoder before entering through the Metro Tower's doors.

The interior of the headquarters was grand yet somehow welcoming, in spirit of the actual League itself. Before he could get acquainted with everyone else, others were already deploying on missions. Lawrence was one of the lucky few that had the night off, so he decided to familiarize himself with his designated room. Inside, he was surprised to find a diagnostic work station that was compatible with the Patroller's hardware. "I guess Superman had some spare Kryptonian tech lying around." he said out loud as he proceeded to run maintenance checks.

Aside from random yelling from a distant room in the tower's living quarters that he could tune out with music, Polarity Man's night was spent in relative peace. Hopefully tomorrow would bring him a chance at proving his mettle.

The Following Day - Nebraska Airspace – 13:25 PM MST

While it was on short notice, a mission to Nebraska didn't sound that bad. In fact, the flight time from Metropolis was just enough for him to google blog posts and fan sites about the Justice League so that he could see what the world wide web thought of him and the others. Unfortunately, aside from a few pages he wishes he could erase from his mind (and will later erase from the Patroller's memory banks), Polarity Man couldn't find anything mentioning him before getting sucker punched by the alien they were sent to confront.

Neligh, Nebraska – 13:30 PM MST

Just moments before impact, the lieutenant had veered away from the residential area he was on course to crash in and instead ended up just outside a flour mill, where a crowd soon formed around him. "Argh. Guess we can chalk up crash survival as one of my fortes… Patroller, damage report." A diagram of the suit soon appeared on his HUD, with the left shoulder highlighted in yellow. He assumed this meant he was still ready to go since no other error messages popped up, so the lieutenant primed the engines back on immediately after.

However, gasps could be heard and worried looks could be seen from the civilians that had gathered around him. Lowering his jets to a hum, Polarity Man got on his encoder to calm those around him. "Citizens, please stay inside your homes. The Justice League is currently operating in the area, and we would love to have your cooperation in ensuring your safety." As soon as the crowd cleared out, Polarity Man was racing his way back to the fight.

On his way back to the location he got surprise attacked, The Bulleteer had suddenly appeared next to him.

"On three?" Bulleteer asked the mech suit at his right. Without any reservations, the lieutenant nodded inside the suit.

"Count it down, bullet man." responded Lieutenant Trainor using the suit's voice encoder.

"THREE!" said the Bulleteer as he accelerated past Polarity Man.

"W-wait. What?!" Polarity Man increased his jet output to top speed but simply could not keep up with the faster and lighter hero. As he approached closer to the target, Solara had proceeded to preempt the duo and attacked the alien's crown jewels before Bulleteer sent him down the earth below with a supersonic collision.

Following up on the improvised combination attack, the lieutenant shifted all the power from the jets to his blaster, releasing a concentrated stream of electricity aimed at their hostile space man.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Slavic Tribal Werewolf
Subject preference in order from most to least:
-Physical Education
-History
-English
-science
-Math

History: The Werewolf pack of Ebonvuk had always kept itself isolated and hidden somewhere in the forests in between Russia and Hungary. It was only recently in the last two hundred years that they had integrated with human society. Their warriors were known as ferocious and wild, wielding mighty throwing spears, but using more of their claws and fangs than real weapons. Nowadays, the pack is dying out, having spread out all over Europe to stay in secrecy. Ivo is the last known pureblood of their strain.

The Werefolk of the Ebonvuk are a bit different than your average werewolves. Townspeople, such as the women and elderly usually stay in human form all throughout their lives, while the warriors of the village will switch on command between human form and quarter shift form. It is only during the full moon that all are forced to change into complete wolf form except for the chosen few who have the most control over shifting, these are the elite.

Ivo is the spitting image of one of the most renowned warrior in their history "Dawn Star" Ivica. But that's where his real problem lies, they are too much alike. Both of them had always had great combat skills, but they had extremely poor shifting control when it came to their shifting form, only being able to stay as a human for some odd twenty minutes. The quarter shifted form includes two fluffy wolf ears, a tail, superior wolf eyes, fangs, and claws, not easily hidden in a human society. Ivo has come here to gain better control of his powers, his parents not able to train him as they don't have enough power themselves to even keep their shifted form.

Are you in need of our summer program?: Yes
Preferred elective courses: -Foreign Language
Anything extra pertinent to your attendance here?:
He loves to nap in trees?

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Yukihara felt mildly annoyed. She had looked forward to going to this school, but upon seeing the crowd here to get their room assignments her heart sank. Worried about accidentally freezing more people she had opted to sit in a corner and wait for everyone to be gone, this caused her to arrive at her room way later than most other students. She still didn't regret her choice as she witnessed a punk-looking girl zap her way past the line, glad she wasn't in it. She hadn't been bored either since there were plenty of monster species she had never seen or heard of before. Of course, there were also plenty she had heard of before, specifically one werewolf stood out, and since Yukihara was in the room the entire time she couldn't help but overhear. Eventually the crowd died out and Yukihara went to the assigned room. All in all she was satisfied with how things had gone.

With a sigh Yukihara entered the room. It wasn't a bad room, though fairly standard. No one was in the room, but there were bags, she had missed her roommate. Yukihara lay down for a bit, but after 10 minutes she had regained her excitement and could no longer bear just lying on her bed. She got up and left the room, checking for crowds she was relieved to see the hallway was mostly empty. She wandered around the building for a while looking for a nice view. In passing she noticed some silhouettes on a rooftop, but decided to pay them no mind as she continued her search.

[Assistant]
Eryn gave a smile as Ivo came over and introduced him, "A pleasure to meet you, Ivo! I hope tremendously that we can guide you forward so you can be more confident in your abilities," he said as Nero came over, holding Ivo's room and class assignments.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm guessing you're going to want to know where to go. I promise I haven't been eavesdropping for anything other than a name," he put his hands up once Eryn had taken the papers from him and turned to go back towards the teachers' hall.
"Here you go," Eryn handed the papers to Ivo once he had written some information on the back of the class assignments, "That's my room number in the school building," he pointed to it, "My email and my cell phone number in case you need to contact me at any point. I know a thing or two that could help you when you're struggling with something," he smirked, "I don't want to give any promises about what you and Mr. Hanamaru discussed, but I don't think our beloved headmistress is going to deny you something that is positive for you. That being said, you could probably discuss this with your roommate. He is a unicorn, and he was walking around in human form. He might be able to give you a pointer or two," he said, pointing to his roommate's name, "Why don't you head to the dorm's and go say hello? I think it might help calm your nerves once your in your own space," he smiled at the teen.

Said roommate was currently unpacking his things in the room, having slid away after the bell tolled, figuring he'd get his class assignments later that night. With their room assignments there was a code to a P.O. box for their personal use in the lobby. He'd check it that night for the class list. He looked at his roommate's name and wondered lazily who that was- he'd had his headphones in so he'd overheard absolutely nothing dealing with the wolf. He shrugged, glancing towards the door, idly wondering if he should remove his headphones so he could hear whenever he came in. Suddenly popping a horn from getting a jump scare wouldn't be a good first impression after all.

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When Nero entered the main lobby area, Nuka had come back out of her room and was sitting in the lobby with the window open as she had a lit cigarette in her mouth as she flipped through the channels on the tv. Nero raised a brow as she had pulled a chair up behind the couch and had her legs up on the back of the couch, "You realize the couch reclines, yes?"
"So?"
Nero shrugged and continued towards his room. She was exceptionally stubborn when she wanted to be, and he'd learned it was pointless to even try to see reason with her in those particular moods. Not that she was actually in one now. She had only decided after lighting the cigarette to watch tv but knew Katerina got angry if she moved the ash tray from the place by the window and so this made it slightly easier to reach that while still being able to see the tv.

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Ivo couldn't keep a mirroring smile of his own from slipping over his face, it seemed Eryn definitely had a talent of socializing and helping others. He was hoping that the teachers would be able to help him with his abilities, but was a wee bit embarrassed if he had to have anything about his own feelings. Even Ivo had the dignity of his people when it came to that kind of stuff. The werewolf gave another bow to the counselor and was about to say something else when some other teacher showed up his with room and class assignments.

It was good to have the actual papers in his hands, these were the first things that Ivo had received from the academy, giving him an excitement rush of what this school year would bring. It would be quite a while since he left these walls, especially since he was staying the breaks such as winter and summer as well to work on his transformations. Ivo knew he would miss his parents a little bit, but they were finally going to get to experience human society and if they were happy, so was he.

It was good to get the extra info from the counselor, Ivo probably would be too embarrassed to have to go looking for that kind of information by himself. It was very nice that he hadn't had to go through that huge crowd to get the papers themselves, the Were wasn't used to so many living creatures at once, after all. Since Ryoshi had never formally introduced himself, it was nice to know his name was Mr. Hanamaru, Ivo would do his best to remember it.

So his roommate was a... unicorn?! Ivo had thought they were just some kind of child fairy tale! The Were listened with his jaw dropped open, it would be really amazing to meet this person! Ivo gave a quick nod to the teacher and said his farewells, before heading for the dorm building to look up his room number. The boy started climbing the stairs two at a time, being a werewolf had its advantages after all. After a long time, he found the room, having been already bad with directions.

The boy took a deep breath and tried to put his key into the lock, before finding out the door was unlocked. He opened it to see a platinum blonde, actually his hair was probably pure white, unpacking. The boy seemed to be a little younger than him, but his maturity level was probably quite a bit higher than Ivo's. He came into the room, his own white hair not covered by a hat anymore and smiled, "Hi there! I'm your new roommate Ivo Ebonvuk. Is it true you're a unicorn?!"

[Assistant]
- Emily 'Jolt' -
Carrot@SanaChan

At the mention of Glasgow Emily halts her precarious walk along the railing, looking over at Elidh and raising an eyebrow. "Are we really counting Glasgow here? What even IS there in Glasgow? I have been pretty much literally all over the world, so believe me, there is almost nowhere as boring as Glasgow." Of course, Emily herself had never been to Glasgow, but she didn't feel the need to mention that, safe in the knowledge that Elidh hadn't either. Or at least not really, as being in the car didn't count. Emily cast another appraising glance across the school yard, critically examining the ancient gargoyles and faded brickwork. It wasn't quite her style, although she supposed it definitely looked a dark fantasy sort of fancy. With a shrug Emily turned back to Elidh. "Not sure what the Greeks have to do with it, but to me it just looks like whoever built this was overly fond of pillars, and not so fond of colours. Or sunlight, for that matter."

As she was addressed by the newcomer, Emily's face immediately returned to that slightly smug smirk that appeared to be her default. "Ew. Did you really just say 'btw' out loud? What are you even doing here?" With an exaggerated look of disgust and roll of the eyeballs Emily waved off the new girl, who had managed to pretty much immediately annoy Emily. "Sides, you're here the same as us, and you picked the lock, so it ain't my fault." Her previously exaggerated expression instantly shifted into an equally unlikely expression of innocence. "Suppose that makes all of us up here 'delinquents' doesn't it, huh?" Looking over the short girl, Emily sized her up, and decided as she usually did that she had nothing to fear from the brown-haired kid. "What are you even doing up here? You follow us up just to tell us we're delinquents, or you just a big fan of stairs?"

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He had just turned his back to the door when Ivo came in. He luckily felt the slight change in the air and pulled his headphones out. He turned to face his new roommate as he introduced himself and followed up with the question, "I am," Henri said simply, though he figured he ought not be rude and end the conversation, "I'm Henri Altus. I would show you, but it'd be a little awkward with the small space," he said, looking around the room, "But I can do this," he said, looking up at his forehead as his horn appeared for Ivo to see, "I take it I'm the first unicorn you've had the opportunity of seeing based off your reaction?" it sounded like a statement, but he was asking a question. He wasn't trying to criticize Ivo, he was just making friendly conversation, though his version of friendly often didn't get interpreted that way.

Carrot@thewizardguy
"Tiona Gryphus," She smiled at Eilidh before giving Emily a bored look at her snide remarks, "OMG, did you just say ew? What are you, a "mean girl"?" she scoffed, "I didn't have to repick the lock after you did, genius, it doesn't automatically lock back, duh," she put her hands on her hips, "I bet you think you're some real hot shot because you aggravated the boss on the first day, but you ain't squat compared to what I've seen, toots, so why don't you roll that attitude on back a few notches before you make yourself look real smart," she laughed lightly finding her attitude kind of comical, ""Sides" there's nothing interesting around here yet so I figured what stupid thing you were doing next and lucky me, you're not completely useless. This is a perfect launching point for a little spin," she looked at her nails, making a flying motion with her other hand.

[Assistant] And then for the almost 20th time that day, Ivo was amazed. Now, the boy had always read those weird fairy tales where witches use weird magical ingredients like mist and the like. There was also harry potter that talked about using Unicorn Hair to make the base of the wand. But still, Ivo had never thought that unicorns existed! His eyes widened and started to shine as he shouted, "That is totally wicked awesome!" Which would probably rally some complaints from the neighbors next door. While the halls were rather rowdy since everyone was just unpacking, no one could really hear conversations over the normal chatter. And then a shout like that would come out. It was pretty obvious some newbie student had shouted. "All I've got are these..." He pointed to his ears and tail, still feeling self-conscious and blushing a little.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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"My fellow Aspirians, it is with great sorrow that I stand here before you on this eve to remember the life of my dear son, Caspian," Atlas began. His voice was uncharacteristically heavy, a testament to how deeply he had truly been wounded by the news that the prince was dead. Jacob listened gravely as the king went on to speak about the tragedy, doing his best to pay attention without compromising his focus on the audience and the surrounding streets. After the heir to the throne had been abducted and killed, he and the rest of the team didn't want to take any chances. They had patched the hole in their security by replacing the soldier who had failed in his duty to watch the forested border of the capital, but it was possible that there was more than one weak point. If any other rebels had gotten inside the city, a public memorial was a perfect opportunity for them to make an attempt on the monarch's life.

He rested a hand idly over the holster of his gun, his dark eyes sweeping slowly over the faces in the crowd while Atlas continued on about his memories with Caspian, his high hopes about his ability to take over as the next king, how tragic it was that he'd been murdered at the young age of twenty-four, and how no father should ever have to receive the news that his son was dead. Like every other speech His Majesty performed, it was moving, and Jacob could see some high borns in the audience tearing up. Even he found it touching that Atlas had such exceptional things to say about the late prince, but the effect of the powerful words was slightly dulled by the knowledge that he was hearing all of it for the very first time that evening.

He never said that he believed Prince Caspian had potential while he was still alive, he thought, unable to help but wonder if the praise was genuine or if it was all part of an act. He believed Atlas was a great king, but he was also close enough to him to know that the face he presented to the people was not the same face he wore behind closed doors. There was no question that the information they'd tortured out of Regis had been harrowing for the monarch to hear—he'd been at the king's side when he'd wept on the floor—but a part of him that he would never voice out loud was unsure if Atlas was distraught about the fact that his son was gone or the fact that he no longer had a successor to continue his legacy. Even if he was affected by both, surely one of those two calamities outweighed the other, and it was impossible to tell which one was more prominent in his ruler's mind.

Jacob knew his thoughts were treasonous, and he was smart enough not to ever whisper them to another living soul, but he couldn't keep them out of his own head. Thus, he took Atlas's emotional speech with a grain of salt, hoping for Caspian's sake that it was all true but suspecting in his heart that the king was heartbroken for the wrong reasons.

When the service was finally over, Atlas limped back down from the stage to return to the palace, and the attendees resumed mingling with one another, although their demeanors were far more subdued than they had been at the start. If nothing else, Jacob supposed, they seemed to be taking the evening a little more seriously after hearing their king's mourning words. Good, he thought, silently pleased that the prince was getting at least some of the respect that he deserved.

Part of the security team escorted Atlas away from the square while another part remained to keep watch over the crowd until it eventually dispersed. Jacob stayed with the latter, supervising the area as people began to trickle out to the nearby parking garages and lots where they'd left their vehicles. Stifling a yawn, he folded his arms over his chest. Now that almost everyone was gone, he could let his guard down a little. There wasn't much of a reason for a terrorist to attack when the event was over and less than a third of the spectators still remained. Deciding it was time for him to leave, he took a step back to go as well but then stopped when he saw that there were people approaching him.

Turning his head, he raised a brow at the sight of Prince Caspian's two friends. "Did you need something?" he asked them bemusedly, unsure why they would seek him at all.

"Not really," Miles shrugged, stopping a short distance away and fishing in his pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"We thought we'd offer you one," Jay added as he took a cigarette from the box that his friend held out.

"Is there a particular reason why?" Jacob asked.

"Most of the people here don't care about Cas," Miles rolled his eyes.

"But we don't have to tell you that," Jay added, flourishing a hand in the direction of the chairs that had been set up. "You were watching the whole thing, weren't you?"

"That's why we wanted to have our own memorial for him," Miles nodded sagely. "A real one away from all the people who're just here for show. It was just gonna be the two of us, but we saw you standing over here, and we know you actually cared about him too, so now," he held the carton out to the guard, "you're invited."

A smile tugged at the corner of Jacob's mouth. He hadn't smoked in years, but he liked the meaning behind the gesture, so he took one for himself. "Well then, give me a light."

Jay grinned and used his own lighter to fix Jacob up, and the three lapsed into a moment of silence as they smoked away from the people who were conducting business deals at the foot of the stage. He was glad he'd stayed behind long enough to honor the prince properly before he went back to the palace for the night.

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For once in her life Iris felt like she had gotten the best rest ever, as the sun seeped in through the old dusty curtains she started to stir. Eyes fluttering open as she glanced around the room remembering just where she was, feeling the warmth of a body next to her she started to remember how her, and Cas had shared a bed for the evening. In an instant her cheeks flushed at the thought, especially as she realised, she had ended up cuddling him in her sleep. Though it had been comfortable and honestly, she had never felt better rested.

I can't believe I slept through the night. I usually have trouble sleeping. I guess this truly shows I feel safe around him. That I feel so comfortable. I think it's the first night in a while without some sort of nightmare. Thinking to herself as she touched his cheek gently, it felt so good to wake up beside someone like this. No. Stop it. What if this all ends badly? This can't end well for us. I don't know. Seemingly getting lost in her own thoughts as she couldn't have anything nice, not without ruining it for herself with over thinking or thoughts of how it won't end well. It was strange, she would always gravitate towards the worst outcomes, never the best and she knew she had to work on that.

"Good morning Cas…" Whispering softly in hopes to wake him up gently, she didn't want to startle him. However today was a new day and they would need to think about moving, she wanted to know what his plans were, what he wanted to do but then she also didn't want to push him. This was no easy decision and it couldn't be rushed, as much as she wanted to have an idea on what to plan for but that wasn't possible right now.

Thinking to herself she wondered on if they should eat now, what if they didn't have a place to stop for lunch. Plus, breakfast was one of the most important meals of the day. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek she slipped out of the bed and headed towards the backpack to try and sort something out for them. It wouldn't be amazing, but she could do something for them at least. "I'm thinking breakfast now, simply because I don't know if it will be easy to stop for lunch so at least we'd have eaten something. I'm sure I can fix something up for us!"

Smiling brightly, she rummaged through the backpack looking at the few items they had in there. Knowing Cas had packed them some cans from Bel Bicis and she was certain that Maisie had put some items in there before leaving. They hadn't touched too much of it. Pulling out one of the cans she could see the tinned fruit which wouldn't be the most fresh or amazing, but it was better than nothing. Picking up one of the forks she walked over to Cas handing him the now opened can of fruit and a fork, "Enjoy! A very rustic breakfast. You'll find hopefully one of your five a day in there?" Laughing softly as she tried to lighten their situation.

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Even compared to when he'd crashed on Maisie's couch, Caspian slept more soundly than he had in a while. He'd fallen asleep facing the edge of the bed, but at some point during the night, he'd rolled onto his back and then once more onto his other side with his arm draped limply over Iris. The warmth of her body that was pressed comfortably against his sent him into a deep sleep in which he was visited with fleeting dreams that weren't vivid enough to remember. This was where he stayed until he eventually stirred at the feeling of something gently touching his cheek.

Coming out of the depths of slumber, he shifted and stretched languidly on the bed, reluctant to open his eyes. Unconsciousness had been so pleasant that he would have drifted off again if not for the sound of Iris's whispery voice beside him. Recognizing belatedly that he was holding her in his arms, a tired smile crossed his lips, and he pulled her to his chest. "Morning," he murmured back to her. Waking up next to someone else was a brand new experience for him, but it was one that he felt like he could get used to. He enjoyed the way her smaller frame fit against his body as if it was meant to be there.

When she kissed his cheek and said spoke about having breakfast, he yawned and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm, already missing her warmth as she got out of the bed. "Okay," he said groggily, forcing himself to sit up. He'd never been a morning person, but it was even harder for him to convince himself not to sleep in when he'd been so incredibly comfortable just seconds before. I wish we had coffee, he thought, arching his back in another stretch as he tried to get his blood flowing again. Unfortunately, it seemed like coffee was yet another luxury that he wouldn't be able to have unless he went back to the capital. If there was any in the other districts, he had yet to find it.

Leaning back against the headboard, he took the opened can of fruit from Iris when she handed it to him. "Thanks," he said appreciatively. Part of him felt a little bad for only giving her one-word replies when she was trying to talk to him, but he needed to wake up a little more before he was capable of holding a coherent conversation. It was a marvel to him that she was already so energetic after she'd just rolled out of bed a minute ago. He was happy to see her looking so chipper though. Compared to the day before, she seemed to be feeling much better. By contrast, he felt like he'd just come out of a coma.

Hoping to catch up to her, he stabbed a piece of juicy melon with his fork and brought it to his lips. "How'd you sleep?" he asked after he'd swallowed the first bite. Privately, he was sure he already knew the answer to his question, since she seemed to be doing well, but he wanted to at least try to reciprocate her friendliness, so she wouldn't think he was just a grump in the mornings.


[System]
Aliases: Kate
Age: 23
Birthday: December 29th, 1993
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Russian-Kazakh
Birth Place: Burlington, Vermont, USA
Current Residence: Los Angeles, California, USA
Gender: Female
Education: Bachelor's of Science in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Southern California
Job: Suspension Specialist at Webbsport Tuning

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Appearance
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A, but she wants a nose ring someday.
Personal Style: Kate's style is basic in theory, yet exotic in execution. She owns one dress, which she busts out in formal events every so often. Other than that, she's most commonly seen in a t-shirt, jeans, and whatever pair of sneakers goes with her outfit, with a sweater in chilly weather. However though, what makes her outfits more exotic is the branding of her apparel. Kate doesn't shy away from big name streetwear brands like Supreme, Bape, Crooks and Castles, etc.

She likes her jeans skinny, her t-shirts a little baggy, her hats worn backwards, and her shoes a little loose. As Kate does have perfect vision, she doesn't need glasses to help see. Kate also does wear her hair down very often, only having it up when she's working with things that could she could get it trapped in. Despite her very lazy nature, she does put a lot of effort into her appearance. She follows a strict and tedious skincare routine and does have adept knowledge in applying makeup by herself (although she rarely wears it).

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Psychology
Shallow * Dedicated * Ambitious * Oblivious

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single. She has yet to have her first kiss.
Personality: Kate, to put it simply, is a very shallow person. Whether it's actually the way she is or if it's because she doesn't know how to acknowledge her own feelings - it comes across the same way. She seldom gets into feelings with anyone, often opting to direct conversations away simply because she does't care. She doesn't care how she feels or how anyone else is feeling. She cares more about her vehicles and her dog (a Samoyed), Bella.

Despite her inability to properly convey her feelings in general, Kate is very excellent at gauging what someone is feeling. It may sound contradictory, but she has an incredible ability to read people like a book. However though, if you get her to talk about her cars (which isn't really that hard at all), she lights up like a Christmas tree in December and goes on and on about it.
Habits:

* Immediately steers herself away from anything that gets touchy-feely.
* Keeps her bottle caps tucked in a bottle until she gets off her ass and empties it

Hobbies: CARS
Fears:
* Airplanes
* The ocean
* Heights

Likes:
* Cars
* Her dog, Bella
* Craft beer (has to be craft beer, she doesn't like many big brands)
* Hip Hop
* Video Games
* Clothes

Dislikes:
* Airplanes
* Touchy-feely shit
* Tomatoes
* Small cars
* Pickles
* Frogs

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Extras
Character Quote: "Okay..."
Theme Song: Post Malone ft. 21 Savage - Rockstar
Anything Else:
* Is a full bonafide virgin. She has yet to have her first kiss, let alone lose her virginity.
* Drives a tuned Mitsubishi Evolution IX but is in possession of a Porsche 911 Carrera 993 shell she intends to fully restore one day.
* Her favorite types of beer are honey ales, blonde ales, and American IPAs.
* Ambidextrous - she writes with her left hand and does literally anything else right handed.
* Is incredibly fond of Chinese food.

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Somewhere...

Athena sat at a table, a bright light illuminating the entire room as she had her hands on the table. A quick look would reveal that the woman was in the midst of cleaning and putting together her Sig Sauer P226. The gun was assembled for the most part, the bottom frame being completely assembled. All that was needed at this point was for the slide to be installed, and that was that when it came to the gun being operational once again. Taking the black part, she picked it up, the other half to the gun in her other hand, and slid it back until it locked, the gun exposing its empty chamber as she glanced inside, to double check her work. As expected, it was as clean as a gun should be. Athena hit the slide release on the gun, letting the slide rack forward and snap into place as she set the gun down, now ready for use.

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Miami, Florida, USA

"Ay caramba." Valentina sighed, leaning back in her chair. The waves of the Atlantic Ocean were crashing onto the beach as she enjoyed the sunlight that Florida typically offered. She turned over to her friend, who was also soaking in the sun with her. "This Zoe lady is gonna drive me nuts." Valentina rolled her eyes, "But, she's the only person who's just as crazy as I am when it comes to this stuff." Valentina flopped back around, putting her sunglasses on her face. "Don't involve me in your crazy shit. That's your alley and I want no part of it." Her friend replied. Valentina scoffed, shaking her head. "There's crazy, and there's crazy for crazy alley." Valentina's friend laughed.

"What's the worst that can happen?"

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Los Angeles, California, USA

"And now introducing: CASTROL Valkyrie Racing!"

Kasumi, along with the rest of her team walked out and waved to the crowd, who were all standing and clapping for the newest team on the grid. It was an exhilarating feeling to finally be a part of Formula 1, the pinnacle of motorsport. Everyone sat down at their seats, with Kasumi being on Kimberly's right hand side and Hugo being on her left. The crowd settled very quickly, as the emcee carried out formalities and introduced everyone. It didn't take long for questions to start being asked. The emcee picked a random reporter to ask a question, who promptly stood up and cleared his throat. "David Chester from F1Weekly, this one is to the rookie driver, Kasumi." He said, before the camera and attention shifted onto her. "What are your expectations for this season for yourself and for the team, given the fact that both you and the team are new to Formula 1." Kasumi nodded, and looked at the journalist.

"My goals for my debut season is to show that I deserve my seat in Formula One, and as for my team, we both agree that the expectations are to put me in the best position for success. I trust that Kimberly and Valkyrie Racing will do a very good job at that."

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Los Angeles, California, USA

A quick turn of a wrench did it. Pulling the socket off of the bolt, Kaitlyn had managed to adjust the aerodynamics of her spoiler to the point where she determined would provide the best amount of downforce for her driving style. She liked her cars to be very grippy, and have a stable rear end. She didn't trust rear ends that kicked out. Putting the ratchet wrench and accompanying socket away, she shut her toolbox, before looking over her Mitsubishi Evolution IX, ready to be thrown about and thrashed at tonight's festivities. Her buddy, Magnus, had sent her an invite to tonight's events, and Kaitlyn was more than grateful for it. It was yet another opportunity to show off her tuning prowess and just what exactly she could do with a car, for both driving and tuning it. Her Evo was a car she'd been developing for quite a while, always tinkering with it just a tiny bit to achieve perfection. Hopefully, if her calculations were right, she'd be able to really tear up the streets tonight.

Climbing into the car, Kaitlyn locked up whatever she needed to before she set out for the somewhat long drive to the other side of town. Not like she minded, it gave her a chance to get the new adjustments she made to the car down. Turning the key to the ignition, the four cylinder engine inside of her car roared to life, crackling and popping as Kaitlyn gave it a few revs. The gray car was eventually shifted into gear, slowly rolling out of the driveway it was in and onto the street, before Kaitlyn floored it, the 4G63 popping and roaring, the tires squealing as it fought for traction and made its way toward the venue.

A bit of a drive later, and Kaitlyn had arrived to what was unmistakably the event. There were so many cars around, ones that weren't exactly cars you saw every day on the streets. McLarens, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, you name it and it was there. Magnus sure knew his way through the car scene in this place, because he had managed to organize a massive congregate of sweet cars in this very spot. Kaitlyn might've looked cool on the outside as she found a parking spot, but inside, she was practically geeking. So many people she could talk to and so many cars she could check out. She was itching to get out and see what she was in the company of.

Rolling through the parking lot, the Evo sputtered and popped as she eventually found a parking spot. As was customary in the car community, Kaitlyn pulled a bit forward in front of the parking spot, before slowly backing her way into the spot. Cutting the ignition to the car, the car settled down, as Kaitlyn climbed out and put her own pair of sunglasses on. California still managed to be bright as fuck, even in the evening hours. Walking around the front of her car, she could immediately spot Godzilla. Not the giant lizard that attacked Japan every now and then, but the Nissan that terrorized Bathurst and many touring car series many years ago. Kaitlyn had seen a couple over here from time to time, but they were so rare that it was definitely worth checking out. And just to Kaitlyn's luck, someone who she could assume was the owner was nearby.

"Hey, nice car." Kaitlyn smiled, before looking the car over, studying the car rather intensely, "How'd you get one of these over here?"

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Max nodded, turning around to see the sight of the girl adoring his Skyline, stopping him right in his tracks as he looked back, tilting his sunglasses up and chuckling.

"You know how it is, same way they do overnight parts shipping from Yokohama. Straight off the boat. She's still a work in progress but....I just had to get it out here. This is all a bit insane!" Max said, his soft northern English accent blending with the Manx, a hearty and wholesome accent that wasn't like Ross's, a hearty Scots one- but a more English, clear and concise accent that didn't hide the cheekie-chappie that Max was. On another note though, he had to just take the girl in, her demeanour inquisitive, clearly someone who wasn't just here to oggle at cars but drove one. Nerding out, but understanding the machinery. Something just said that to him, it just came naturally, as he smiled, patting the bonnet, as he sighed.

"Glad to hear someone appreciates Japanese tuners too. Nothing like a well oiled machine made by people who know their engineering. Don't get me started on the last BMW I had....what about you?" Max added, chuckling as he looked across to another pair of Porsches coming in, sighing.
"Damn, this really is Magnus's haunt alright....sorry, I haven't introduced myself at all. I'm Max Parker, and yeah, "he's from England"..." He said, in a sarcastic American tone right at the end, a little self-aware of the fact that he was a Brit in the streets of LA, and he was always gonna stick out like as sore thumb. She seemed cute, whoever she was, very pretty, and had a charm, a mechanical interest that wasn't of some dumb random girl who saw a Skyline once- but actually took notice. Whoever she was, Max was piqued, but hey, plenty of women were getting into cars these days- so probably another one of those, he reminded himself before jumping to conclusion.

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So this car was fresh off the boat. Kaitlyn wasn't sure what she was expecting. There was no other way this man could've come in possession of such a legendary car. Standing up from closely examining the finer details of this car, Kaitlyn only nodded as she readjusted her sunglasses, making sure it was shielding her from the sunlight. Now begged the question of the hoops he went through to get this car here. Every gearhead and their mother in this country knew just how difficult it was to get a car like that over here. Especially with the canning of Motorex, getting a Skyline over here was a process that had many hoops that had to be jumped through.

This man seemed like a huge car geek, and was definitely very enthusiastic about his car. Kaitlyn was the same way when it came to her car. Any question about her car and she would've been able to speak a practical dissertation on it, or be able to pull off a filibuster just talking about her car's suspension setup. Not many people assumed that Kaitlyn knew her way around a car, but rest assured that she very much did. She did nearly all of the work on her car by herself, save for a few tweaks with electronics and wiring because that was always a pain in the ass no matter who you were.

Moving from BMW to Nissan was an interesting move, a wise one, but still nevertheless interesting. After the man finished talking and introducing him, Kaitlyn reached a hand out to shake Max's. "I'm Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn Holliday." She smiled, before turning back to look at her gray Mitsubishi. She took her other hand and pointed it over to where she was looking, before looking at Max. "That's my car. Built it up myself."


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Description: Legends speak of a time long before the great empires of the golden age stretched across the land, when dragons ruled the world. Their kingdoms were great, their wars were terrible, and the shadows they cast as they flew above the land were said to have blotted out the sun and engulfed all below in darkness. A race of early humanoids whose original name was lost to the sands of time revered these beasts as gods and served them with unwavering loyalty. Legend has it that a dragon named Kobol, who was said to be gifted in now long lost arts of magic, rewarded the loyalty of these humanoids by remaking them in the image of their masters and then renamed them after himself. But unlike the newly named kobolds, the other humanoid races did not enjoy living under the rule of their draconic overlords.

According to legend, the resentment and unrest caused by the dragons' rule eventually came to a head, and the humanoid races of the world rose against the dragons and their kobold lackeys. The war was long and fierce, though the dragons themselves did little fighting at the start. Seeing putting down the rebellion as beneath them, they sent their kobold legions out to fight instead despite the fact that they could have handled the rebellion much faster. This would prove to be a disastrous mistake on the dragons' part that would eventually lead to their defeat. The dragons' decision to delegate the war to their Kobold minions gave the rebellion enough time to develop a trump card against which not even the mightiest of dragons could hold their own. After that, the dragons who did not go into hiding were eventually hunted down and killed.

And so it was that the war ended. And while the dragons fled into the darkness, the now free people of the world stepped into a glorious new age. An age of rediscovery, of great advancement, of vast empires that spanned entire continents. But eventually, it turned to and age of complacency, of decadence, and eventually of decay and collapse. Once mighty empires began to fall, their glories lost and their secrets forgotten. And as the last great empire came crashing down, leaving behind nothing but petty kingdoms and burying the last of that which ended the dragons' rule and the knowledge of how to make it, ancient beasts long thought dead began to stir.

While many had believed that the return of the dragons would be the beginning of the end, that was not the case. The dragons of the modern day mostly just keep to themselves, ruling over domains as petty as any mortal ruler's and sending out their kobolds during the summer to raid other lands for food and gold. The amount of dragons present varies from continent to continent. But as for the Sunrise Lands, only 1 dragon makes their lair within the continent's borders.

The few accounts that exist of Calemvir, after whom the mountain range he lives in is named, describe him as a particularly lazy beast who spends most of his time sleeping on his hoard and ordering his kobold minions to deal with intruders rather than kill them himself, although he has been known to step in if the intruders attack him or try to take some of his treasure. Most of his (Or more appropriately, his kobolds') interactions with the wider world usually involve the elven kingdom of Môrogoed. Due to the fact that the Calemviri Mountains is the source of a river that flows through Môrogoed, kobolds will usually raft downstream during the summer time to attack riverside settlements for meat and gold to feed their draconic master and increase the size of his hoard respectively.

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The Kingdom of the BorosSunhome Keep

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I swear myself to the King of the Boros,
to the common man,
and to the ideal of justice.
My blade shall be kept keen,
my shield polished,
and my heart true.
I shall uphold the King's law,
and the land's peace,
and Aurelia's Truth.

The last of the words left the mouth of the kneeling lord, and the hall was nearly silent, the sounds of celebration common in the rest of the city dull and unheard past the high stone halls of Sunhome castle. The grand hall graced King Tajic as well as his five lords, the last of whom stood after reaffirming the oath they made when they were made a lord. The party made their way from the quiet hall and ascended to a meeting room far away from what would be a busy hall on any other day. The war room, as it was oft called, was at the pinnacle of the fortress. Maps covered the walls and the center of the round room housed an equally round table where the lords moved to sit. King Tajic removed his gleaming golden crown and laid it on the table in front of him as he sat, while the lord of Ferlkeep removed the pelt he wore and hung it from his chair, and Lord Eydis set the maul she always carried against her seat as she slumped into her chair.

"We all know why we are here." Tajic began as he looked over his lords. They were a noble selection, among the finest examples of honor and justice, Tajic was proud and relieved to have them. His reign had not been long, only a few years since his father passed, and it had been quiet, but now a warm summer was arriving and it promised conflict. "We're here to decide who needs bashing this year." the lord of Ferlkeep said with an almost predatory tone. "Eloquent as ever Lord Ethan." Balson chuckled. The lords who reigned in the southern lands, Ethan Ferl was a fairly tall man, though his girth was more impressive. A skilled archer and decently skilled in the other forms of combat, his lands were, unlike the rest of the Boros domain, heavily forested and wild. Balson however stood out even more, his advanced age, large gut, and weak arms were not suited to a knight, so it was suiting that he was instead the head of the Church of Aurelia, his wit and charm well known. Tajic responded, "If the way of the Boros is to be protected, then those who would see us broken must be defeated, for a long time my father has kept us passive, his mercy unquestionable." At this the lords each nodded, either knowing the mercy of the last king first hand or through their fathers, "One must practice mercy and compassion, but know when they must end." Tajic quoted the holy texts, and once more a nod in agreement from most of the assembled lords.

"Those to the north practice Aurelia's Truth, but to the west and south we still face yearly raids from riders and centaurs alike." Lord Ignan state. He was the spitting image of nobility, with a long thin body, angular features, and golden hair. Some have suggested his bloodline has a hint of elf though no proof of this has come to be. Ignan lorded over the eastern lands, and has ruled in a notably fair and noble fashion, "However we cannot march south without running the risk of war with Chelodon..." "Murdering centaurs is nothing new to me, Ferlkeep will hold out another year and many more!" Ethan boasted, Ignan, clearly flustered, regains his footing, "Which leaves the west, and the raiders who have oft made trade impossible with the western kingdoms." "Bout time we deal with them, They've been a bother fer too long." Lord Malota stated with evident disdain. "You must deal with less than half of them." Lord Uther said. Tajic watched as Malota, the Lord of the north western farmlands, stared at the lord of the lands directly south of her. Malota was a tall proud woman, though slow to trust and quick to anger, and she looked at Uther with such intensity as if to slay him where he sat. "I merely speak the truth." He said after a moment. Uther was the tallest one in attendance, a mountain of a man. He was blunt in his words but kind even to the smallest and least, and was well regarded by those under him.
Everyone saying their peace Tajic continued, "We will assemble our forces, and when our armies are ready we shall march on Lorea."

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Kingdom of Skræling
Castle Svertingsson, City of Geirvor, Burordalr

The capital of Skræling was a buzz with activity, as the morning shone over the kingdom of the north beyond the mountains that bordered them to the south. The capital was almost as busy as a colony of bees as various peoples ranging from the typical Svellgotar both male and female mingled with one another as well with their Alfr brethren in the capital. Today was the current meeting of the various clan leaders and the Hargramr to discuss clan decisions that needed to be made from trade, boundary disputes, and other issues that troubled the kingdom. In the center of the city was a well fortified castle that sat high amongst the already tiered city. Inside of it was the hustle and bustle of the many dukes, counts, and clan heads inside.

Inside the grand hall of Castle Svertingsson the long table of the clans were currently full with all the heads of the clans and divisions of the kingdom were sat discussing. At the head of the table sat the Hargramr, King of all Kings, Clans, King of Skræling. The Hargramr was a large man in height and in size as well as he sat in the rather ornate chair that had been passed throughout the various former kings. The chair had remained in the city of Geirvor for the past one hundred years thanks to his forefather's actions in the past. The man at the front of the table was a red haired and bearded man by the name of Njal Svertingsson.

He looked out across the table watching the other clans continue their chats for the day, he was seen as the deciding factor in all discussions if a compromise could not be met by either sides. Down the line he watched as his fellow Svellgotar speak to one another. It was a common place for issues to be solved by a fight or brawl in the earlier days both during and before the empire had fallen. He simply kept his eyes on those who spoke, he had a few clans leaders who were less than cordial with him due to decisions he had to make. But, that came with the politics of clans.

However, the kingdom had been in almost a decade of peace with the current borders and raiding policies they had in place. But, Njal knew the peace would not last forever with the disparity of riches between clans. Especially with raids south of the mountains into the former elven empire. Njal would have to deal with this sooner or later, before the elves in the south could actually unite and fight back. Though, he knew they would not be ignorant enough to attack them or go on the offensive, it was a waiting game at this point.

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Tir Afondael, The Kingdom of Môrogoed
Western Approach

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"You said kobolds? In the Viridian Sea? Are you certain?"

"I saw them with my very own eyes. They are coming down the mountain on raft and foot. The old dragon is hungry."

Cynfor Braenaru was not thrilled with the news that the Saethydd operative had given him, though it was news he needed to hear. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pursed as he stood atop his post on a large tree branch that overlooked the citadel of Tir Afondael. Cynfor had served as the vanguard of the western reaches for three centuries now and in that entire time he had not recalled an issue with the kobold coming to a heading. It was foreboding news, but it could have been much worse.

"We should parley with them. Give the dragon a fair tribute so they will not scorch our lands. Though I worry that my skill with the draconic language is lacking. But we have to act immediately whether it is with basket or arrow." Cynfor responded, pushing his hand to his lips to contemplate the best course of action.

"Do you think they will respond to tribute favorably?"

"They have in the past, though that was before we were a glimmer in our father's eye. I'd have to consult with the records, though if memory serves there is a fire we can set to an old pyre at the fork of the river that will cause them to consider and not cause issue. To not raid. The King has tasked us with not waging war."

Cynfor's thoughts went to the current Tywysog of all of Môrogoed, what the humans called the "elven high king". He had met with and discussed military matters with King Caradoc Taranau on multiple occasions and none of them had been negative, though sometimes he thought his lordship to be too enamored with dancing with words like an arrow danced in the air. If these issues were not handled appropriately he would need to send message of his inability to solve a principal issue and his honor would be stained for forty moons. And Cynfor did not wish for so many cycles to be tainted by indecisions and over-caution.

"Come, we don't have much time. Kobold are not known to ask when they are told to fetch things for the old wise one."

The ranger nodded, "How far is the pyre?"

Cynfor's people called the old pyre, a designated clearing made of 'dragonstone' and 'ironwood' in what used to be an ancient watchtower, as the ruin known as Wal Ddraig. In a lot of ways it was a place that the human dual word of "holy site" described it well. It was sacred ground for not only the Deggwerin but also to some degree the Kobolds. A great battle had happened there once. A significant one that spoke of a different time. A time that Cynfor did not wish to see again.

"A fair journey west. At the mouth of the great river. Once we get there we light the pyre with dragon's fire and wait."

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Môrogoed
Wal Ddraig

A pair of kobold scouts crept quietly through the forest near the banks of the river. The rest of their raiding party were 2 beats of a dragon's wings behind them. They had been sent ahead to make sure the way was clear of any danger and if it wasn't, that the raiding party knew about it before they got themselves killed walking into a trap. So far the night had been uneventful. The forest was silent, the water was calm, and there wasn't a single hint of danger in sight. The kobold scouts were beginning to wonder if their job was necessary at all. Then a pair of familiar scents met their noses.

The 1st scout to catch the scent suddenly stopped his partner and began sniffing at the air. "Do you smell that" the 1st scout asked.
The 2nd scout took a moment to sniff the air before replying. "Elf flesh and...the master's breath? Here?" he said "But he hasn't left the mountains in millennia".
"I think I know why that is" the 1st replied before moving towards the source of the scent, the 2nd scout following close behind.

When the scouts arrived at the scents source, the 1st scout's suspicion had been confirmed. There they found several elves standing around a great pyre. They carried with them a flame that was nothing like the fires produced by the hands of mere mortals. The scouts looked at each other. They knew what this place was. They knew what had taken place here. They knew what that pyre was. And most importantly, they knew what lighting that pyre meant. "We must return to the rafts" the 1st scout said as the the pyre was set ablaze "We must let the others know. The elves wish to discuss tribute".


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SHOWTIME!
Monster Type: Robot/ghost
Gender: "ASKING IS IMPOLITE SWEETHEART"(Prefers to be called male, though he has no true gender)
Occupation: Entertainer
Weapon?: (Normal and EX) Bombs (NEO) Arm cannon.
Armor?: Immune to damage in normal, none in other forms
Magic (up to three) : Bombs, lasers, and arm cannon
Personality: Mettaton loves to entertain, it is his passion, and the only reason he took a physical form, he is self-centered and egotistical, but he loves his fans. When in battle, his demeanor is the same, feminine and flamboyant. Mettaton seems unable to focus on anything, but hidden behind his metal face, is a planner, able to trick even his creator Alphys. While untrustworthy, if you befriend Mettaton, he'll have your back, though only after an intense pose-off.
Bio: Originally a ghost, Happstablook was never content with his life, wishing to be more than what he was, a celebrity, a role model, a brilliant comedian! Though he loved his cousin Napstablook, and the time they spent together, making music, and raising snails, he was never content. During a contemplative walk, Napstablook phased through a scientist, accidentally fogging up her glasses with the residue he left behind. Turning to apologize, he met Alphys for the first time, at that point, ambitious but unsuccessful. After a conversation about how insecure and worthless he felt, Alphys told him of a way she could make him a star.

"AND THUS, I WAS BORN, SWEETHEARTS!

Mettaton arrived. Through some showing of his musical talent, Mettaton became a star, given his own show, his own newspaper, even his own day of the week! For the first time, the charade of happiness Happstablook kept was replaced with genuine happiness.

"THEN... THEY ARRIVED! THE ONE THAT WOULD CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER!...FOR THE BETTER OF COURSE!"

After a friendly human arrived, Alphys made a plan to finally not be a loser, to have a friend! Coming to Mettaton, she gave him a script to follow. Though he made a show, as usual, Mettaton was surprised with the quality of her writing, and agreed.

"SHOWTIME WAS APPROACHING, I WAS GREAT! BUT... ALPHYS SCREWED UP HER LINES AND RUINED IT! TO SALVAGE THE SHOW, AND MY FANS LIVES, I ENTERED, FOR THE FIRST TIME, MY EX FORM!... AND WAS SWIFTLY DEFEATED, BUT MAN! THOSE RATINGS!"

After his defeat by Frisk, Mettaton realized just how much his fans meant to him, and Frisk was... nice! The only people ever genuinely nice to him were Napstablook and Alphys! But... a human? Those were meant to be awful!...Right? Returning to showbiz, after the barrier was destroyed, Mettaton gave his new fans the concert of a lifetime! Nothing could ever ruin the happiness he felt... right?

"WRONG AGAIN! THE HUMAN WAS GONE, AND I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO DOCUMENT THE RESCUE EFFORT, THERE WAS NO BETTER PERSON FOR THE JOB OF COURSE! LET'S LET THIS ONE PLAY OUT!

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Erion, turned and then stopped moving, not doing anything, shaking a bit as the beam pass threw him. He stood there, before moving to Skylar quickly after the beam passed, seeing her actually get hurt by that. He looked at the Robot.
"Geez! Can't you be more careful with that!?" he says a bit mad, before David started to use his healing magic on Skylar. Fortunately it seemed to help. He then get his medical kit and start bandaging some parts of the body.
"I know you were shooting that... ghost thing... but can't you be more accurate and careful?" he says worried. He looked at Skylar.
"I hope your alright... Lets go and find Frisk now. Sooner we find him and bring him back, the better. With how things been going in town between monsters and humans, I really hope we can actually find him." he says. That kid might be young, but he did have a big heart to say the least.

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Celes stared as Mettaton then shot a beam at something as she saw a figure in the beam that was not there before. She looked at it for a while, and then shivers.
"That... dosen't feel right..." she says, staying hidden still, unsure about these guys. One reason why she was unsure was that it might be a set and a filming thing, but with how much the damage seemed real, that would surprise her. She stood there, worried, before then at a distance... use her healing water jet right towards Skylar, before moving away quickly, going to hide again a bit farther. She wanted to keep and fallow them, but she was unsure how they would actually react to her here. She was a bit shy to even say anything, and there was also the fact that they might be going somewhere dangerous... She was just unsure what to do with these people.

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Mettaton's blast dissipated, slowly and slowly it got smaller, until eventually it was gone, dirt and dust was thrown into the air, and Mettaton stood, electricity surrounding him haphazardly. He gasped for air, repeatedly, he was running out of energy. He looked around at the devastation he had caused, trees uprooted and thrown away.

Mettaton's cannon arm fell limp at his side, he'd done it, the... thing was gone... he had no need to remain in this form... he could- "GAAAAAAHng...AHHHHAHADUGFUWYISFLNWAIGHOPOGHEISHDPHINDGDPNHDIPGJ" Mettaton's body convulsed, he fell to one knee, as his body was covered in lightning.

"No...Nonono..." Alphys ran to her phone and attempted to call Mettaton, she wasn't completely calmed down over his comments, but this was bad. Unfortunately, his phone had been fried due to the electricity he gave off. Instead, she phoned Asgore, hopefully he could help... somehow.

Asgore's hair was thrown to the side by the powerful blast, and when it dissipated, he appeared disheveled, his hair thrown into his face, and his crown gone, he stood, observing the destruction. He immediately gasped when seeing the state Skylar was in he immediately rushed to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder before laying her down. "Don't stress yourself... I-I'll.... I'll get..." Asgore was stammering and flustered, she was in horrible shape, he wished he could help, but he knew no healing spells. He shook in fear for her life.

A fire awoke in Asgore's eyes as he looked up, there was Gaster, again, and Mettaton, he stood up, and prepared a fire magic in his left hand, hoping to disable Mettaton, but then the robot collapsed. Asgore walked over, standing over Gaster's shoulder, Mettaton had hurt animals and people, he had no reason to trust the egotistical bastard anymore.

His ringtone interrupted him, he took up his phone and raised it to his ear. "Who is this?!" Alphys jumped, before returning to her composure. "Er... it's Alphys... Mettaton's malfunctioned, his new form was too much for him, I need you to open up the panel on his chest and fix his generator." Asgore was in no mood for this, he frowned, before the fire in his eyes returned. "He's hurt innocents, he shall not be allowed to continue." Asgore sounded surprisingly calm.

Alphys replied through barred teeth. "If I cared about what happened to people I wouldn't have done those HORRIBLE THINGS that you made me do, you will listen to me, for those whose lives you've made me destroy! Fix Mettaton, follow my instructions to the letter, or I'll tear you apart with my own hands!" Alphys had been around Undyne for too long, Asgore concluded, he sighed, before walking over to the damaged Mettaton. "What would you have me do?"

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Skylar had stopped when David managed to catch up to her, and her rapid, shaky breathing seemed to slow and go back to normal as David healed her, and her soul disappeared back into her body. She could barely hear Mettaton's scream and his collapse as she was placed down onto the ground by Asgore. She managed to hear Erion's words about Frisk, and she nodded in response to his words. After Erion bandaged her, she smiled at him and David, and she said to them as she stood up "Thank you," She looked to Asgore and Mettaton, to see Mettaton wasn't moving and Asgore was on the phone with Alphys. She was caught off guard to feel a jet of water splash on her. It didn't hurt, in fact she felt a bit better after the water made contact with her soul. She looked towards where the water came from, but she didn't see anyone responsible.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Papyrus was at his and Sans' new home on the Surface. He had just finished his training with Undyne, and was about to go and play Jenga with Flowey again. He could've easily invited Sans to play as well, but he didn't want to give his lazy brother a chance to leave his new job at the Mettaton hotel. He easily remembered the day that Frisk had asked him to help him get Flowey out from the Underground and put the talking flower into a flower pot. He supposed it was better to have the flower in a pot and nearby instead of having it just remain in the Underground. He was worried for Frisk, his very best friend, but he was there when Skylar, his other best friend, had learned that they had no idea where to start looking for him.

He entered the room where Flowey was, and he greeted the flower cheerfully, "Greetings Flowey! I, The Great Papyrus, hope you are ready for another round of Jenga!" Before the game could begin, Papyrus's cell phone rang and he answered "Hello? ...Ah! Hello Toriel! ....What? Alphys found Frisk?! ...Yes, I, The Great Papyrus, will be on my way to help them!" He hung up his phone and he said to Flowey "I'm sorry Flowey, but my friends need The Great Papyrus's help! I'll be back as soon as possible!" He then prepared to head out and go to the forest of Mt. Ebott.

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At the entrance to the Underground, echoes of squeaks and words could be heard, coming closer and closer until finally, the sources of these noises flew out of the hole that Frisk fell through long ago. The source of the noise was a swarm of bat monsters flying out of the Underground in panicked craze. Two of the bats spotted Seth and fluttered down to him quickly, engaging the monster in a fight. They squeaked at him
"Leave! Leave!"
"You can't be here! Can't be here!"

The swarm of bats flew over the forest, and soon found the group of humans and monsters in the forest. They swooped down and two of the bats engaged each person in the group (except Mettaton and Gaster) in a fight, squeaking the same message.
"Go away! Go away!"
"You're not welcome here!"
"It's not safe! Not safe!"
"Shoo shoo shoo!"

[Assistant] The mystery girl got back up after Erion and I healed her, and, almost the moment after she thanked us, a swarm of batlike monsters appeared. They seemed to be trying to tell us to leave for some reason, that we weren't welcome here. That seemed... odd, given that they probably didn't live around here, either. At first, I thought they might be mad at us for some reason or another, but the tone of their voice told me otherwise... they were warning us, not mad... but... warning us about what, exactly? At first, I thought about talking to them, but, I figured that they'd just repeat everything until I found some other way of calming them down. This might have been a dumb idea, but I tried to heal one of the bats that was fighting me, just due to the calming effect healing magic typically has on monsters. If the bat calmed down after that, I figured that I'd ask them what, exactly, they were doing up here in the middle of the day... after all, these monsters were usually only awake at night. It seemed like everyone else in the group had at least one bat to deal with and each bat seemed to be saying the same thing. I could only guess that Mettaton would try to kill the bat, but... as for the rest, I had no idea. From the short time I was on the surface, I did figure out that humans typically saw bats as either dangerous (somehow), or disgusting which means that Erion and the mystery girl might attack, as well. Oddly, there was also a bat fluttering near a tree talking to someone. There wasn't anyone there, though, at least, not to my knowledge, so, maybe that bat monster just went crazy. Wouldn't surprise me.

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Asgore crouched next to mettaton, listening to alphys' instructions, though, she might as well have been speaking an alien language. 'Connect the wha to the when? How why who?

Asgore lept back as a current short circuited directly into his face

"you're doing it wrong." Asgore frowned and held his burn. "Well, I can't work a TV remote, never mind a sentient being." then, his eyes lit up. He turned around, seeing gaster. "You wouldn't happen to know what a reticulum is would you?"

The bats bothered asgore for a second. But his appearence was enough to scare them away, he played no need to their warning. "How rude."