[System]
Age: 62

Gender: Female

Race: Custom, The Vanassians, a race of long lived pale skinned human-like aliens with 4 arms. The Vanassians are named after the large planet of Vanassia, a rugged rock covered in towering mountains and stony crags. This six limbed people were frivolous merchants before Vanassia was procured by the PTO, and now handle sales of entire worlds for it. While the Vanassians aren't natural warriors, quite a few have enrolled as grunts in the galactic army. One might live to be 250 years old before they die a natural death.

Fighting Style: Vanina employs simple boxing techniques strengthened by being able to throw multiple punches with multiple arms. When not dealing damage hand to hand, the alien woman has two combat knifes she wields in her upper arms.

Abilities: Vanina has nothing impeccably remarkable that she can do, and is only really as strong as a human.

Appearance: Vanina stands at 6 feet and weighs in at 150 pounds, with a cascade of thick dirty blonde hair falling down to her upper back. Her slender body is covered in freckles, and bright blue eyes rest under 2 thick eyebrows, and a second set of arms are positioned under the first. Vanina's attire would consist of a dark blue skin tight undergarment with standard body armor over, a black variety with twin pauldrons jutting out on her shoulders, paired with similar colored boots.

Biography: Vanina was born in Vanassia's capitol city of Nol-Kore, a community built into the carved out innards of the largest mountain on the planet. Like most of her people that remained on the home-world, Vanina lived a reclusive life, spending time in her quarters when not educating herself at the large college that serviced the city. During the required 30 years of training every Vanassian must undergo, she decided she'd rather not spend her entire life planet bound, and requested transfer to the combat city of Li-Ren. After 2 days sailing on the underground rivers, Vanina would arrive and train in both hand to hand combat and blade play. When she graduated, Vanina enlisted in the Galactic army and spent the next 30 years exploring the galaxy, taking over marked planets with her battalion as she went. She eventually worked her way up to a modest ranking but found that none of that would matter when the ship she was on would be attacked and destroyed by an unknown force. As one of the lucky few to make it to an escape pod, Vanina would find herself stranded and frightened on a strange planet called earth…

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The trio would, having got the upper hand, he quite a while away. Though they weren't moving fast, as Mel was quite heavy. Suddenly they'd hear a loud booming in the distance. Dreyar shook lightly, and the three powered to the ground.

 "They're following us! We need to get ready for a fight!" the youngest one, Dreyar, would shout, in quite a distressed mood, as he paced back and forth.

"Yes yes, I understand. Get ready, would you?" the namekian said, glancing at both of his lackeys. They nodded to him, then to one another, before turning around. Mel would stand behind the boy, then Dreyar would begin to lightly charge his ki. Nothing big, no, just a light gathering of his abilities. The moment he saw one of the men or women show up, he would throw off a flurry of ki blasts at them. Hopefully he would be able to down them, but even if he didn't, he could easily get Mel and Manetta to help down them.

"Alright kid, I'll trust you this once." said Mel, giving him a pat on the shoulder, walking a few steps back, awaiting patiently a target. "Try not to mess up." she would add. Now all that needed to be done was to wait for the sap to run into their little scheme, and considering they were people in the middle of chasing them, chances are, it would work pretty alright.

Meanwhile, back at the tournament grounds, the final citizens had cleared the area, all that was left we're a few guards and the scrawny man, rushing around the place trying to fix things up. With that, he was also trying desperately to juggle the phone calls of a few angry onlookers. Seeing the few people rush off to regain the items, he'd pause for a moment, a small grin on his face, and a few nods. Maybe these guys could put the thieves down, then they wouldn't need to worry about this happening anymore.

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As Maximus approached the offenders his scanners told him that they stopped moving, his best guess is that they either somehow knew he was coming and were preparing for battle, or they had stopped to examine how much they stole. Maximus clenched his fists as he continued forward, determined to bring retribution to the offenders for what they had done. Maximus continued his flight until the energy readings of the three offenders were a few dozen meters in front of him, he stopped flying forward and landed with a clank before he began to walk towards them, his vision zoomed in until he got a clear image of all three offenders, two humans, male and female, and a green skinned being who looked human.

After he thought through what he wanted to do, he believed that he should try to speak with them first, to see if this could be settled without conflict, but he was ready to fight if it turned out like that. Maximus slowly and calmly walked towards the offenders with both arms to his side, unless he was stopped from doing so, when he would get within speaking distance he would attempt to say.

"You three have caused harm to the innocent and have stolen... return what has been taken and your punishment will be lessened..."

he would drone to them in his robotic tone as he would slightly tilt his head down in what could be guessed as a glare as his hands would clench into fists. He would continue to approach them until he was only a few meters away.

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Dreyar had been watching quite closely, and the fact that he allowed anybody to get that close caused him to holy up.

"ACK! Oh alright! he shouted, beginning to lay into the Android with ki blast after ki blast, causing the grass beneath them to be signed greatly, and hopefully the Android as well. Mel would turn, looking towards the line where the city seemed to just begin.. They generally made the arenas a fair amount of distance from the town, for just in case reasons.

"Are we leavin 'em?!" she shouted to Manetta, only to receive a shake of his head. "Oh GOOD LORD!" she shouted tapping the boys shoulder, he would heave a few times, falling backwards to rest, Manetta grabbing him by the his coat's collar.

"Behind me" he would say, pulling a small blade from a scabbard on his leg, he wouldn't engage anything quite yet, as he was sure Mel could handle the situation. Mel was about to get into a fight, as the blasts had finally cleared, and she had made her charge towards the opponent. Her chained leg seemed to move quite gracefully despite the heavy weight upon it, and her covered hand was far behind her, as she got ready to strike the machine in any way possible. This was her meal money, and damn it if she lost her meal money.

[Assistant]
As Maximus was about to speak, if he had eye's they would have widened as he observed multiple energy blasts being sent towards him from the human male. As the blasts closed in he raised his arms in a "X" to defend himself as the volley of ki blasts slammed into the ground around him, causing the ground to become scorched. A couple of ki blasts slammed into Maximus as he defended himself, with each hit the force of the blast pushed him back, but he held his ground, his metal arms were steaming slightly as the volley finished, leaving a cloud of dust from the other blasts that missed. Maximus lowered his defense as he looked through the dust cloud that was created, his scanners locking onto the three offenders.

"so be it, you leave me no choice..."

Maximus droned as he prepared to engage in battle, as the dust cleared Maximus observed that the female was charging at him, he would do the same. Maximus broke into a sprint, kicking up the dirt behind him as he sped forward, as he was running towards the girl running at him, silver electricity began to jump around his right hand. His intention was when he got close enough to the girl he would attempted to jump over her with a flip and fire a charged up energy blast at her back to either stun her or knock her down, either way if it worked he would follow through by charging at her and unleash a barrage of punches and kicks into her while she was stunned, or fire a volley of energy blasts at her while she was knocked down.

[User] Vanina gritted her teeth when she finally reached the battleground. There was no way she's be shown up by a bunch of two bit brigands. Pulling her knives from her back, she charged up to the alien being with her blades raised to slash them down on him. After that, flurry upon flurry of slashes and punches were thrown, albeit at the sake of her own guard. "You waste your time, slug! It's a shame you must disgrace your warrior people by stooping to petty theft. Maybe I'll request we erase your home-world from the galaxy once I get off this rock? Then there won't be any of you left!"

[Assistant]
Seji watched the fight from above, cursing the fact that he wasn't first on the scene. He saw the initial volley of keyblasts, and frowned when he saw how exhausted the ki user who attacked Maximus was.

"Hmm..." he considered his options. The ki user would likely rejoin the fight. Their attention was mostly focused on the large, metal robot that was Maximus. Seji also saw the multi-armed woman charging the namekian.

The robot appeared to be getting ready to engage the chained woman, so Seji decided that he ought to steal the show from them.

Seji raised his hand, chanting ancient syllables, before aiming his open palm at the ki user. Electricity crackled, and Seji began to let himself drop, wings folding up and disappearing. In free fall, he completed his spell. Lightning fell from the sky, streaking past Seji as he fell. It slammed toward the ki user, hopefully hitting him. Seji himself fell towards the ki user only a moment afterwards, manifesting a Shield spell below him to absorb the impact and to slam into the ki user.

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"Got it!" shouted Mel, just as the Android dodged her. She couldn't much stop being hit with the blast, though from the prior fights with Dreyar, she was ready for it. She was pushed forward, causing her to take a long deep breaths from the blow, barely being able to turn around to begin fighting back. She was hit a single time, the blow pushing her back. "Enough playing" she said, midway through raising her hands to attempt keeping herself from being attacked, using her wrapped arm to flash with the heavier blows. Once she felt she had a chance, she rose her chained leg, attempting to get a good his in the Android.

"I see.. Threatening me with something that means nothing? Ha!" he would say chuckling, he would, with his blade, giving him a nod. "Right then you four armed behemoth, lets begin!" he shouted, jumping up, using his flight to sustain a greater height, only to soon downwards in a spiral, initiating combat with the four armed lady.

"..Already?" groan'd Dreyar, shaking his head, only then he heard the crackling of a man about to slam into him. He kicked away, scrambling to get up and look back at the man. His breathing heavy, he put tso hands up pointing to Seji.  "Bad decision bud!" he shouted confidently, a green aura surrounding his body. He would hold steady, the both of his hands having large charges, his energy draining fast, but his overall power growing greatly. "Die!" he screamed, extending his hands fully, two spiralling charges of ki being hurled towards Seji. Inmediatly Dreyar began to spiral and sputter, falling to his knees, continuing his rest, hoping he could get up before anything more happened, or if his opponent somehow dodged BOTH ki blasts, and was able to subdue him.

[Assistant]
As Maximus continued to attack Mel he was honestly impressed she managed to recover from the blast and was able to stop herself from being assaulted by his barrage of punches and kicks. He heard her speak to him as she began to raise her arms in defense, as she began dishing out heavy blows with her fists Maximus blocked them. He waited for an opening, when he thought he had one he lunged to strike her with a left jab to her head, but she had evaded it and her chained leg slammed down into the crook of his neck, a loud metal impact ringing out as it landed, the physical blow didn't seem to do much damage to Maximus's hull besides denting it, a minor injury that could be easily repaired.

Though Maximus may have looked stunned from the blow he was actually registering an energy spike from behind him, Maximus took an estimated guess that the energy reading was coming from the male who had attacked him earlier, as the energy signature was lowering Maximus lost interest, then he quickly grabbed hold of Mel's leg that was in the crook of his neck with a crushing iron grip as he looked into her eyes, while doing so, in his free hand silver electricity began to jump around it.

"This is not a Game..."

Maximus droned to her in a somewhat menacing tone before he spun around, quickly swinging Mel through the air by her leg and throwing her towards the energy signature which he believed to be Dreyar, a second after he threw Mel he thrust the hand he had charged energy in forward and fired a silver energy blast after Mel. After doing so Maximus's body began to emit a low electrical humming sound as silver electricity began jumping around his body while he held a strong stance.

[User] "Yes, and you're trying to flatter me with complements!" She crossed her blades in an X to block his blow, the metallic weapons coming to a halt. "But it won't work!" With her lower arms, Vanina would grab Manetta and attempt a powerslam in order to get him into a vulnerable position on the ground. With any luck she'd be able to disarm the Namekian or even get him in a chokehold that could incapacitate him.


[System]
Nickname: None.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, about 6"3, African American with a strong jaw and dark brown eyes. Always with five o'clock shadow. Has dreadlocks that come to just below his shoulders, which he intends to cut off once he graduates. Full lips, easy grin, muscular. Usually wears a close fitting black tshirt and jeans, and white Jordans.
Ex: Adelisa Davis
Favourite Color: Grey
Favourite music: Rap, Rock, Indie, Classical. He's into nearly everything but death metal and pop.
Hobbies: Reading, drawing and painting, swimming, hiking, video games.
Animals: Great Dane called Merlin
Personality: Charismatic, good at starting conversation and keeping it going. He makes people feel at ease, and is always up to try new things as long as it doesn't jeopardize his chances of graduating law school and going to work at one of the top law firms in New York. Can be impatient at times.
Car: Doesn't have one. He's saving for one, but most of his money goes into rent and the like. This vacation is probably the only one he'll have for a while.
Major: Is in law school, intends to go into corporate law.
Tattoos: None. No piercings, either.
Other: Is so careful about the impression he gives off because prejudice puts him at the disadvantage, he feels. That's why he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings.

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Amelia's body shook, not sure if it was from the coldness of the night or her recent sobbing fit. Either way, she couldn't stay out here. The nagging feeling in her heart said she needed to find Adelisa. Amelia lot another cigarette and puffed away half of it before stomping the rest under her foot. She begn to dreadful walk to the elevator. She didn't want to face anyone. She didn't want anyone to see her red, puffy eyes and her messy hair. She smelt like smoke and alcohol, and was overall a total hot mess.

The elevator ride was silent, except the annoyingly catchy tune that played softly from the speakers. What could Amelia say to Dela? Why did Amelia have to care?... Why did this have to happen?.. How could he do this to me?. Amelia quickly wiped the tears away as she stepped onto the seventh floor. No sooner than she stepped off the elevator did she hear the commotion coming from their room. "No, please god, no," She begged as she ran through the hallway and after digging around in her pockets slid the key to get in the room just in time to see Hunter double over. Her heart stopped. What happened? Why was he hurt? She didn't have time for that! She was just in time to hear Jareth tell Lila and Hunter to go be with her. Amelia shook her head and walked slowly toward the door. "No, I was there for Dela then, I will be now too. Nothing and no one will stop that."

Amelia stepped around Hunter and Jareth and softly knocked on the door. She put her ear up to the door and softly spoke, "Dela, unlock the door, okay? I'm going to come in. Just me. Okay? Please, Dela. I know you're hurting. I know you're scared. Remember what we promised? Remember we promised each other that through thick and thin we would always be there. Deal, I can't keep my promise unless you open the door. I won't let anyone else in. Just please, listen to my voice Dela. Listen to me, please," Amelia wasn't going to lose her friend because of as stupid mistake. She wasn't ready to lose Adelisa. She had lost Hunter, and that tore her apart, but losing her best friend would kill her. She softly rapped on the door again. Please, please, let her answer.

[Assistant]
Adelisa looked down to see a hand under the door. It looked like Jareth's but it didn't matter to her. He understood what she wanted- no needed- at that moment. She reached out to hold Jareth's hand, her fingers brushing his hand. She heard Amelia and she retracted her hand from Jareth's. Did she want to respond? Did she even want to see Amelia after what happened?

She shook her head and said "Amelia, please go talk to Hunter. I… I just want you two to work things out. Please." Even in her state, she still wanted Hunter and Amelia to work things out. Maybe she'll feel better if they left. Yeah, she probably would. "A-and I don't want t-to talk to Grant either" she said softly, her voice wavering. She closed her eyes. She stood up, the pills falling to the floor like marbles. "I-I…" She wanted to speak, but her throat closed. How could she be so outgoing, but when it came to her own feelings she shut down?

Adelisa slumped back down in her leaning position and she sobbed. "I don't want to talk. It's all pretty words and empty promises! I'm just the girl everyone uses!" She looked down at the pills again and bit her bottom lip. She was scared. Not only of all this, but of herself.

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Lila was crying when she suddenly felt herself being violently pushed aside. 'What the hell?!' she thought angrily. "Move Dammit!" she heard Hunter shout at her before he began kicking Adelisa's closed door. It shook, but didn't bulge open.

"What the hell are you doing, you creep?! How did you even get in here?!" Lila shouted back at him, getting up from the floor and trying her hardest to avoid gouging his eyes out. How dare he put a hand on her, much less shove her! Hunter simply kicked the door again, but apparently he'd lost all his energy because he keeled over with heavy breathing. He choked out, "Someone open the damn door!" before he started coughing again, turning his voice moved to a quiet mumble. "Please open the door..."

Then Jareth walked in, and Lila had just opened her mouth to whine to her boyfriend about how Hunter had pushed him when he said: "Seriously, dude, that is not going to help. Everyone needs to quiet down, please. And you need to go talk to the woman you gave your heart to. She's in pain too, and that is totally your fault. Maybe you should try telling her the truth for once." Lila could tell Jar was angry: the way he was so sharp reminded her of when he lost his temper during the fights they'd used to have. It was truly intimidating to hear him like that. "If you guys can just give me a few minutes alone with her, I can try to help her. Just, go be with Amelia."

It seemed Hunter got the unsaid message about Jar's temper, because he quieted down. Lila did so too, then looked at Jar with a questioning look. He nodded at her. "You can trust me with this. And Grant, I don't think she'll want you in the room, not right away." With that, Jar sat down on the floor and slid his right hand under the door.

Then Amelia arrived. Without looking around at anyone, she just stepped around Hunter and Jareth and softly knocked on the door. She put her ear up to the door and softly spoke, "Dela, unlock the door, okay? I'm going to come in. Just me. Okay? Please, Dela. I know you're hurting. I know you're scared. Remember what we promised? Remember we promised each other that through thick and thin we would always be there. Deal, I can't keep my promise unless you open the door. I won't let anyone else in. Just please, listen to my voice Dela. Listen to me, please."

Now that Amelia was in the room, Lila couldn't bear to have her hurting more because of Hunter's presence. She grabbed Hunter by his good arm and forcefully drove him out into the hall. "Come on, you little shit," Though he maybe had more strength than her, the combination of her anger with his pain made it easy enough for her to do this. Once there, she slapped him hard, her brown eyes dark with rage. "NEVER put a hand on me again, Hunter, or I swear to you I'll give you another story to tell about why you're in the hospital again. Do you understand me? Or do I need to give you a couple of more slaps?" She walked back to the suite and stood at the door, as if keeping guard.

[Assistant] Jareth felt her fingers brush against his, soft as the spring breeze, and timid as a bunny. He hadn't realized she would be right there. When Amelia came in, Jar tried to raise his left index finger to his lips to keep her quiet, but it didn't work. And it was too late, another voice disturbing the peace must have spooked her, because he couldn't feel Adelisa's fingers anymore. Some small capsules hit the ground and bounced into his hand. Pills. He was making progress and none of them even realized it, he held back his frustration and instead focused on Dela's words. She didn't want them all there, and she didn't want to talk. He'd figured as much, one of the worst things you can do to a suicidal person is try to downplay their situation, or give them advice that you really don't know how to give. He kept his hand under the door "No one's going to talk anymore. We don't need to talk. I can come in there and just sit with you, if you want. Or I can just stay sitting here." he didn't have to say it outright for the message to be clear: Either way, I'm not leaving.

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Adelisa stopped what she was doing when she heard Jareth's words. It was foreign to her. She sat there silently for just one moment before slowly standing up and unlocking the door. The door opened just enough to poke her eye out and see everyone. Jareth was kneeling in front of the door with his hand out still. She looked at Jareth and said "I-I only w-want y-you and Lila… if she wants too." Her eyes landed on Grant and she let out a whimper.

It wasn't intentional, but she was in pain. She was back to the place she was when they broke up. He didn't mean anything mean, right? Or did he? Adelisa closed her eyes and opened the door wider for the two she said she wanted. She knew she wouldn't get one or the other. They were a package deal. Well, until they broke up that is. Then Lila was always riding solo and it was easier to talk to her.

She looked around the room and almost laughed at herself. You are a wreck aren't you, Addy. Such a hot mess she thought to herself.

[Assistant]
The door cracked slightly, and Jar looked up to see Dela peeking an eye out. "I-I only w-want y-you and Lila..." she stammered out, voice choppy with emotion. Jar nodded "Of course, I'll go get her and be right back. I promise." At that, he stood up and went to the suite door, where Delilah was giving Hunter a reaming for... pushing her?. Oh yeah, he had a death wish, all right. Making enemies left and right.

"Hey Bombs, she opened the door a little for me. She just wants the two of us to go in there, and I know it will be hard for you, but you can't talk and try to give advice, okay? Not unless she askes for it." Jar explained to Delilah, not even bothering to look at Hunter. He'd climb that mountain when he got to it.

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The door of her suite opened behind her. Lila turned around to be face-to face- with Jar. "Hey Bombs, she opened the door a little for me. She just wants the two of us to go in there, and I know it will be hard for you, but you can't talk and try to give advice, okay? Not unless she asks for it."

If it had been another situation, Lila would have laughed at how Jar knew how hard it would be for her to keep her mouth shut. She had a habit of not holding back anything: which was both beneficial and prejudicial in certain moments. But, of course, she'd do anything for one of her best friends: even if it meant trying her hardest to be quiet.

"Okay, JarBear, I promise I'll behave," she told him in a gentle voice. Delilah turned to Hunter, pointing a menacing finger at him. "Don't you dare come in here, you understand?" Without waiting for his reply, Lila turned around and went inside the condo, holding Jareth's hand. His touch made her feel calm and in control, something she'd been having trouble with for the best part of this night. Some party it was turning out to be...

[Assistant]
Grant didn't leave, but he stepped back away from Adelisa's door. He didn't bother responding to Delilah, used to the animosity from her. Of course everything was his fault. It always was, in her eyes.

Grant watched as Hunter banged on Adelisa's door, furious with him. "Hunter, step away from the goddamn door," he snapped. His heart was pounding with fear for her life. He watched Jareth go to the door and kneel down, slipping his fingers under the door. He couldn't shake the feeling that it should be him trying to talk her out of this, trying to help her, and he tried his best not to let the fact that she didn't want him there at all hurt him. She felt used, and she thought Grant had been one of the people to use her.

His eyes closed in agitation when the door cracked open slightly. He almost moved to take a step forward, but Adelisa let out a whimper at the sight of him and he looked at her, seas of sorrow in his eyes. Jareth and Amelia were preparing to talk to her, and Grant looked at the door, wanting to help her as well. Although it seemed like the best way to help her was in his case to stay as far away as possible.


[System]
Age: 32

Appearance:
Monica is typically seen wearing your average everyday clothes. A T-shirt, sweatpants, the usual. However, she could sometimes be seen wearing her scrubs after work. The blood on them makes others a little unsettled due to the current situation. Unfortunately, she wears her scrubs almost always, as she was at work when the whole lock down happened, and doesn't have any other clothes besides another set of scrubs.

Occupation: Monica works as an E.M.T. usually one of the first to show up to a scene, and takes her work very seriously.

Skills: Being an E.M.T. Monica has training in identifying injuries, first aid, on the spot surgery, and extensive knowledge of human anatomy.

Faults: None, she's perfect. Monica can be a little to curious for her own good. She's seen her fair share of things she shouldn't from it. Not to mention, she's selfless to a fault. Always putting others before herself, constantly putting her in danger.

History: Growing up in a nearby city called Pekin, Monica was always a smart girl. Honor Roll, yearbook stuff, the works. The one thing she always wondered about was people. How did they work? What makes them tick? Biology was fascinating to her, and she eventually went to college to earn her Ph.D. before being hired as a nurse and quickly advancing to Pediatrician, to Surgeon, all the way to E.M.T. during her years in the medical field, she met a group of boys who were constantly coming back to the hospital for Sword related injuries. Eventually letter her curiosity get the better of her, she asked how they kept getting these injuries. The boy's told her about their D&D adventures, and how they'd act it out a little too much. They even offered her a spot in the adventure. Joining in for an adventure or two, she was no longer Monica White, but Yeagnasae Stargazer, the Cleric. Immediately falling in love with the name, she began to use it as her own Persona, and it became sort of a nickname for her. Then she got a call saying she was needed in the city of Champaign for her services. Hopping into the ambulance, she was off to the city. Soon after she had arrived, a message on the radio had said that the city was officially on lock down. Trying to leave like a sane person, she was denied, and was stuck in the city. The three others who came with her, driver included, began to panic, and were unsure what to do. Hiding out in a nearby building, her story begins.

Equipment: An ambulance filled with medical supplies. On her person however, she carries a scalpel, one of the keys to the ambulance, an epipen, and an adrenaline needle.

[User]
Certainly a military quarantine of a city which pinned all those damn sweathogs, freaks, jabronies and all those damn pie eatin' phonies together would drive men, who weren't bred in hard times, completely off the wall. But to those who were raised in the mean streets of Parts Unknown, knew how to please or rile a 'rat' or three, and those who knew that to be the man you had to beat the man, they knew that this swerve they were in was a window for unique opportunities.

And there were two men who were prepared and ready to market themselves and put many butts in many seats. Both knew that they still had work to do, who'd do the job would come closer to show-time, and that they weren't gonna get too many butts in seats if they were just cowering like so many of those damn posers out there.

On the grounds of Parkland College, around the scene of another particular incident occurring, there were two rather built and outlandish looking black individuals. One was currently standing on-top of a series of bricks that surrounded a small tree. This individual was Davis "The Candyman" Kane, Master of the Sweeet Science. He was a rather large man who definitely fell in super-heavy weightclass when it came to boxing, and had a tapestry of scars that showed off his education in the school of hard knocks. The most notable scars were the fact he had missing front teeth, several large gashes around his head and chest and around the arms. Currently this man was adorned in a pair of red and white striped boxing shorts, black wrestling boots, a pair of orange sunglasses alongside an open purple robe and loose fitting purple top hat and of course he had white boxing tape around his hands. Currently "The Candyman" was practicing some shadowboxing, bobbing around and practicing strikes.

It was known that Davis Kane was a working man, a man of the people. The promotion often would talk about how he was raised in the fields of Kentucky, and honing the Sweet Science from tussling in the barn with his Pappy, and punching the slabs of meat in the processing plant where his uncle worked. But there were things far more important than his training to the Candyman; the poor orphans of Kentucky. Davis knew that he was blessed with the opportunities he had, but he knew that there were many youths who didn't get the opportunities he had, and the Candyman was going to help out. But when the Ten Man Battle Royale Tournament came, there was a nefarious force that cheated and stole the money that he would've rightfully won for the children...

"BABY-" came blaring out from a boombox as another man began swaggering towards Davis.

"BABY LET'S GET TOGETHER!" Demetrius Flash's hips were integral to the swaggering gestures he was doing. Over his right shoulder was the boombox playing the funky tunes that Da Guru of Groove was bobbing his head along to. Davis Kane stopped the punching motions that he was doing and slowly lifted up his shades to allow his eyes to confirm that this man, this vile man was actually here.

All the while Da Guru of Groove did not seem to care at all about The Candyman, but instead had his entire attention focused on the music playing through his boombox.

"HONEY, HONEY ME AND YOU!
AND DO THE THINGS, OH, DO THE THINGS
THAT WE LIKE TO DO."

As Demetrius Flash got within striking distance he placed down the boombox and began to let the rhythm flow through him. He gyrated his hips in a rhythmic fashion before spinning his arms around each other then pointing off first to the right, then to the left.

"OH, DO A LITTLE DANCE, MAKE A LITTLE LOVE,
GET DOWN TONIGHT, GET DOWN TONIGHT!"

"OH DO A LI-"

Hopping down from the bricks surrounding the tree, Davis Kane slammed his hand down on the play button of the jukebox before coming nose to nose with Demetrius Flash. The Candyman was a bit taller than Demetrius Flash's actual height, but the judicious amount of afro still gave Da Guru of Groove the edge.

"Awwww hell naaw." Da Guru of Groove said with a snarl as he wiggled his right hand, showing off the bling as he moon-stepped a bit away from The Candyman. "You ain't supposed be here! I ran you outta this deadheap Taco Stand y'dig!" Demetrius Flash smirked as he flicked at his chest hair, a loose piece of it landed on his turquoise jumpsuit. Slowly and methodically Demetrius Flash waggled his fingers showing off his expensive jewelry around his fingers. "They're off the chain. Off the hook. Nurkin' good bling so I can be stylin' and profilin' even moah than ushe." Demetrius flash began laughing while Davis Kane exhaled a large amount of air from his nostrils and gave Da Guru of Groove a death stare.

"An' all it took, was beatin' yo Unka Tom ass in that Battle Royale! An oooh lemme guess what dem kiddies you fight for said." Demetrius Flash rubbed both of his hands under his eyes to mime some tears, "Wah!" he declared in a obnoxiously high pitch, "The Candyman Sweeeeeeet Sciiiiiiieeence lost to DA GROOVE!" Da Guru of Groove began laughing again at The Candyman, who had enough and marched back to being nose and nose with Demetrius Flash.

"See, I've been chattin' wit the Bossman and he don't think you won it fair and square." Said The Candyman causing Demetrius Flash groaned and glare at Davis Kane. The Candyman continued, "So he got us a lil One on One, where you can't pull no tricks foo! Tonight at the Parkland Planetarium!"

Davis Kane paused for a moment to let the fact that the two would be facing each other in a one on one match at the Parkland Planetarium sit in.

"SO COME WIT ME AN YOU'LL SEE A WORLD OF PURE PAIN SUCKA! YOU'LL BE TASTIN' THE SWEEEEEEEET SCIIIIIIEEEENCE AT THE PLANETARIUM! TONIGHT!" The Candyman boisterously declared as he pounded his chest.

Demetrius Flash shook his head before seemingly offering his hand out to Davis Kane to confirm the match. Davis reached out and, immediately got kicked in the shins. Davis sold the blow as Demetrius Flash began throwing some worked punches at him. Da Guru of Groove continued this until The Candyman began to gain his heroic wind and began throwing his own attacks.

Da Guru of Groove sold the blows while maneuvering towards his boombox, which he then swung at Davis Kane who immediately sold the blow enough to give Demetrius Flash a chance for a cowardly escape gained from this foreign object assault.

"You gonna go down tonight! Go down tooonight! PEACE!" Demetrius Flash bragged as he sped off towards the Planetarium so he could properly prepare for the show.

[Assistant] Monica sat and waited. It had been over three hours since the group was supposed to return. She assumed the worst. Suddenly, the sounds of rapid gunfire erupted from some somewhere close by. Looking through a nearby window, she saw figures erupting gunfire from an automatic rifle through the door of a house. Dear god, what had this place come to? She wanted to investigate. She simply HAD to know what was going on. But she knew better. What if her team had come back? What if one of the shooters opened fire on her? Her scrubs wouldn't protect her from hot lead. Deciding the best course of action was to watch from a distance, she watched intently. She began to plan the whole thing out. She'd wait for the fighting to stop, and then make her way over. Grabbing a piece of paper lying around, as well as a convenient pen, she scribbled down: "I'm at a house across the street, I'll be back soon. If I'm not back by morning, don't look for me. -Monica" She watched once more through the window as she began to gather her medical equipment. Maybe there'd be a survivor?

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"Shit!" was the only thing John could scream as he dived on the floor, rolling up into a ball behind the sofa as the shots continued to smack through the wooden door. He tentatively reached out towards the shotgun a few feet in front of him but snatched his hand back when an errant bullet smacked into the floorboard an inch in front of his hand. Instead he pulled out his Colt 45 and raised it above his head so it was clear of the sofa, blindly aiming it in the rough direction of the door.

John had never fired a weapon at anything other than paper targets before. He knew he was a decent enough shot, but he had honestly never considered he would be in this kind of situation the entire time the town had been on lock-down. He only wanted to have the pistol with him for peace of mind, or maybe to use in convincing someone to part with their food or car, but not this. The shooting stopped abruptly followed by the metallic thud of a magazine falling to the floor outside. Whoever was out there was clearly reloading, and now was as good a time as any to fire.

John screwed his eyes tightly shut and prepared to fire his pistol, which he hoped was aimed somewhere near the door. Nothing happened. He realised he was too afraid to pull the trigger, and it was already too late now as whoever was outside was now trying to kick the door in. Scrambling to his feet he grabbed the shotgun with his spare hand and fled to the bedroom. In a few seconds he had holstered his pistol and collected his emergency backpack next to his bed. A few seconds after that he was climbing out of his window and sprinting down the dark streets as fast as he could from his home.

He heard female scream coming from his house behind him, cut short by a single gunshot. He knew what that meant, acknowledging as he ran that in the rush he had not even considered his own Mother. He also knew there was no way he was going back to help her. Suddenly, he felt as if a great weight was being lifted from his shoulders making him feel almost giddy. No more caring for her, endless hours talking to her about long past events, having to coax her into believing the most obvious things, no more sitcoms he would have to endure. For the first time during the last few days, he smiled. John ran on into the dark...

[Assistant] Monica observed the situation from the window, her curiosity growing by the second. She then noticed a single figure, leaping out of the window and towards her location. How convenient! Yet she couldn't decide if it was worth the risk of leaving. What if the man opened fire? What if the shooters pursued him? She was mostly safe inside, but her sense for adventure was being tested. This was the chance of a lifetime! But she knew she had to let it go. Dying probably wasn't a good idea right now. Instead, Monica crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it behind her. She sat in a chair to the side of the door, out of sight. Fiddling with the radio, she put on some classical music in an attempt to calm her nerves. With any luck, this would all be over soon.

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Gabriel strolled down the street toting a blood-soaked totebag heavy with bibles and medical supplies. As he had prayed, the Lord kept him safe, wandering those dangerous streets. While in the hospital, he realized something. Flesh eating monsters and murderous cultists? What's so scary about that? He must know that his Lord is mightier.

Eventually, Gabriel came across the sound of... music. Bravely, he approached the source of the music, and rang the door bell.

[Assistant]
Ding-Dong! rang the bell. Jumping up in her seat, she turned to the doors. A young boy stood by the door, carrying a large bag covered in blood. The boy looked unarmed, and rang the doorbell of all things. He likey didn't mean any harm. Maybe he wanted to trade? There wasn't a whole lot of stuff in the building, but she was sure that she could come up with something.

Walking gingerly to the door, she opened it ever so slightly. "H-Hello. Come inside, it's safe in here." she waited a brief second before slowly opening the door and gesturing to towards the inside. She'd usually be quite fine with a situation like this. Just a boy who's come to visit and say hello. But, for all Monica knew, he was some sort of monster in disguise. "That's... an awful lot of blood there... are you hurt? Do you need medical attention of any kind?"


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24
The daughter of Commander Isaak Belikov of Ardany and a brothel whore. She ran away at 13, after being raped by her eldest brother. She learned how to defend herself, and now she's a warrior. Some who know her name might call her a Lady, almost a princess. Those who know only her reputation might call her a ruthless killer. She stalks the dark places of the earth for murderers and rapists, taking their lives in a sick sort of justice-driven rampage. Though no one knows her face, she's often called Death's Handmaid or the Fourth Devil. And more recently, the Wolf Maiden, due to the snarling wolf mask she wears when hunting.

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Aleksandra slept through the night, having the strangest drug-induced dreams. She believed she ate a two-inch-tall Aulfr at one point. He didn't taste very good. And then she was very badly sword-fighting the Oberjarl from the back of a blue camel. She lopped off his head and there was Tiny Aulfr, reprimanding her for being so magnificent. She was stealing all his glory, he told her.

She woke gratefully, determined to never have dreams like that again. She let herself adjust to the light in the room as she came to lucidity. As she woke, sensations came back to her. There was no more blessed numbness in her limbs. No, she felt every ache and injury with extreme clarity. She let out a growl as she shifted, hissing when Aulfr's arm locked tighter around her ribs. Of course he was holding her. He had to be holding her now, of all times.

She wouldn't be able to break his hold unless he woke up, so she did her best to make things less painful. She carefully shimmied up, pushing his arm until it was draped across her hips instead of her middle. She breathed in as deeply as she could and finally relaxed into the pillows, letting herself hold him back.

She wondered what ridiculous things she'd told him now. Unlike when she'd been drunk, she couldn't recall a single detail of what had happened the night prior. She supposed painkillers and alcohol weren't much different, so she'd probably just cuddled into him and giggled some nonsense about how strong he was. Nothing too embarrassing. At worst, she might have tried to tug his shirt off. She'd done that to a female companion of hers the last time she'd really gotten drunk. Thank the Saints it hadn't been a man. Her friend had just laughed it off and put her to bed.

[Assistant]
Aulfr jerked awake, slightly, confused for a moment, but then settled back down. He noticed Aleksandra at once- he stared at her, widely for a moment, before realizing that she probably didn't have a single clue what happened last night. He knew this because she gave him her usual stare, instead of the one that suggested she had said something that she'd probably find horrifying.

For some reason, this made him grin- an almost maniacal look on his normally stoic or primarily passive face. He smiled so widely that he remembered it had been YEARS since he had smiled, really. Not even with Aleksandra had he smiled so much- but now he was. Because she said he loves him, and that she's his, and she doesn't even know.

But he said nothing to her questioning look- just slipped away from her with a gentle care, giving her a amusement-laced "Medsman said to stay relatively well put 'till you stop feeling horrible."

He got up and walked around the room several times, picking up and setting down random objects, still grinning like a fool. And that was because, dammit, he was being a fool. He tried being mad at himself, but it didn't work. He ignored all attempts by Aleksandra to get what was on his mind out; at this point, she was probably terrified of what had happened the night before, to put such a grin on the infinitely stoic-or-pissed Aulfr. And eventually, he decided to tell her.

So he about-faced abruptly, walked over to her, and leaned down over the bed, looming over her, still grinning- a happy grin, surprisingly charming, disarming, relaxing, even. And he spoke.

"You told me some things. Oooh, you'd hate yourself if you remembered what you told me. Truly and honestly."

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Aleksandra had almost dozed off again by the time Aulfr woke up. She jolted awake in much the same way as him and gave him her usual blank stare at he looked up at her. But then that smile. That grin. It immediately put her on edge and she forced herself to sit up as Aulfr climbed out of bed. She leaned against a mound of pillows, struggling with the fact that Aulfr might have possibly gone mad in his sleep. He was just wandering aimlessly, touching everything, and grinning that stupid grin all the while.

And then he was leaning over her, and she was getting ready to swing at him, injured or no. But he was just gloating over whatever she'd said. If it made him act this way, she was frightened to know what it was. But the longer she looked at him, at the way his smile softened him and made him look younger, almost boyish, the more she wanted to smile back at him in much the same way. Her lips were actually twitching with the urge to do so.

Abruptly, she shook her head and forced herself to scowl. "Do you want me to punch you, Aulfr? Because it seems to me that's what you're telling me. You want me to punch you." She pitched her voice lower, impersonation the guttural Noxan accent. "'Oh please, Aleksandra. You've got one hell of an uppercut. Bruise my handsome, masculine jawline for me. Also I really need a shave and a bath, because I smell.'" She threw in the jibe about his scent just to be mean. In all honestly, he smelled much better than she did. She hadn't washed herself in a week.

Before he could take her too seriously, she reached up and threaded her fingers in his hair, tugging him close enough that she could kiss him. Maybe it was just the drug still in her system or something more, but she nipped his bottom lip gently before pulling away. She met his gaze with her piercing blue-grey eyes. "Now please, what did I say? It can't have been anything too out of the ordinary. What on earth could make you grin like that? Did I make a very funny joke about the Oberjarl?"

[Assistant]
Aulfr's grin grew impossibly wide, as his eyes practically glittered with amusement. Her little lip-bite did nothing more but improve on his already extraordinary mood, and he raised an eyebrow at the gesture. What was even more eyebrow-raised was her threat, insult, and then smooch all wrapped up into a minute.

"What did you say? Hmm. Well, you repeated that I was yours, several times, and that I must like you a lot, and that..."

His grin faded, replaced by a more serious, still plenty open Aulfr.

"That I worried over you, and that I didn't want you to die. Then you went on about how you thought you didn't care about me, see, because you never worried. And then on to you being proud of me... and knowing that I was strong. That I know when to be hard and when to be soft..."

At this point, he was dangerously emotional. He was an honest man; if he disliked someone, they knew it. If he wanted them dead, they were likely already dead. Et cetera. And he wasn't about to hide what someone told him, just because they didn't remember.

"You told me that I was gruff, but kind, and honorable. And then..."

He paused here, and stared at Aleksandra, really stared at her, serious and waiting for a response.

"You said, 'Maybe that's why I love you so much.' And if what you said was actually you, and not some hallucination, then you'd certainly believe that I'm being honest."

He gave her another grin- but this was more closed, apprehensive, nervous even.

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She was stunned into silence. She had no idea what to say to him. He was watching her so patiently, so nervously. She'd never seen him act this way, and she desperately wanted to tell him that yes, she did love him. But she just... she couldn't say it. She cared more for him than she'd ever cared for any other man. And in her own way, she did love him. She was still his minion, but she knew they were friends. More than friends, they were hesitantly courting each other.

But when fully aware of her own thoughts and actions, she knew she would never be able to say the words out loud. Not unless her brothers were dead. They hung over her like two black storm-clouds, full to bursting and ready to drench her in despair. She could never really love any man until they died by her hands. But she couldn't hurt Aulfr by telling him that! He was watching her so closely, his expression unguarded and almost happy, and she wanted to say it. Just those three words.

For once, she let Aulfr see the conflicted emotions on her face. Sadness, shame, frustration. She couldn't say it. She did hate herself for what she'd said while drugged. But only because it made Aulfr hope. Hope that he could be with someone, but she was just broken. No one deserved to be stuck with her.

She reached up and wrapped his arms around him, ignoring the pain as she held him close. She didn't kiss him. She merely ran her fingers through his hair and murmured into his ear the only words of consolation she could offer. "Ti si moĭ. Iskam da bŭda tvoya. No vse oshte ne," she said softly in her own language. Noxan was too thick for such words. Hopefully he would understand them, and realize that she wasn't simply turning him away. She was trying to promise him a future. She was simply too damaged for that at the moment.

[Assistant]
He switched from nervous to a wry smile. He mentally joked that he'll just get her drunk again; she'll be happy to snuggle then. But then again, she does need to build up her alcohol tolerance... it's no good if one can get all one' secrets if they just give one a small cup of alcohol. It'd be for her own good, and his own. He mentally laughed to himself; he'll enjoy trying to build up her tolerance.

But for now, he just stared down at the Ardanian, holding still as she moved close. He waited until she dropped back onto her pile of cushion, before taking his turn. He gently took her face in one of his hands, tilting it slightly for a better angle, and tenderly leaned in for a small kiss. By all means, he disregarded what she said; he had it in mind, but he was never one to let go of something he wanted. And right now, he wanted Aleksandra.

He kissed her again, and then a third time, before raising up slightly to stare at her.

Responding in his own rough Ardanian, "I am not going anywhere. It's my own castle anyhow. And you do, pretty much, belong to me."

He gave her a smile again- but it was his usual smile, a small wry one.

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A few days passed in a blur of throbbing pain and furious protests of, 'I don't need help to walk. No, it doesn't hurt. You're acting like my
anya.' Finally, on the fifth day after stumbling into Aulfr's rooms, her horrid temper got the best of the healer and he let her roam around with strict orders not to do any fighting. There would be a feast that night, so she doubted she'd be doing anything more strenuous than rolling her eyes.

As per usual, she dressed in much less extravagant colors than Aulfr and the foolish nobles. But maybe she was feeling a tad bored with her usual black and grey, because she picked a dress that was much more daring than the others. She'd been wasting money at that point, more to irritate Aulfr than for any other reason. But she had to admit, this dress would stun Aulfr's rivals and enemies. She told herself that was the reason she put it on, and not because she wanted Aulfr drooling over her.

It was decidedly more sensual than the other dresses she'd worn. Comprised almost entirely of deep green lace, and with a very low-cut back that would showcase her slender, athletic build as well as most of her scars. The bodice was stiff enough that it held up her generous bust but not so much so that it was hard to breathe, and it also bared her shoulders and collarbones. Mixed in with the skirts were playful white panels of lace that peeked out every so often. The ensemble deepened the grey in her eyes and made her look much less pale. All in all, she looked stunning.

By the time she finished with her usual light touch of cosmetics and she'd concealed her daggers, she looked as if she'd never been injured at all. She stepped up to Aulfr's side and glanced up at him, feeling unusually shy. He was escorting her into the dining hall for this feast, and it gave her the most moronic urge to giggle. Like she was a princess going to a ball, she thought. A ridiculous and dangerously political ball.


[System]
Age: 19

Fun facts:
Loves dueling practice and horse riding as pastimes.
A bit naive, but well-trained in most of the necessary skills of a prince.
Hates the taste of alcohol, but drinks in social settings out of embarrassment.
Nervous about his impending marriage, but also a bit excited.

Baroness Sabina of House Felwent

Age: 37

Fun Facts:
Advisor in most Realm matters to the upcoming Queen, appointed by the current rulers.
Widow of a Lord who was known for his unfaithfulness.
Not easily fooled, and experienced in trickery.

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PRINCE CRISPIN OF KENT

The door to the Dining hall opened slowly, its great weight preventing swift movement. As it opened, Emmanuelle was granted her first glimpse of the hall in its full, welcoming preparation. Chefs and their apprentices stood at the ready, waiting for the various nobles to be seated, so that they could serve proper portions to them. Cal was among them, grinning from ear to ear with pride at the smooth organization of the meal. He was more Crispin's manservant than anything else, but for this meal specifically he'd been given duties in relation to the vitally-important court function.

Crispin himself sat near the head of the table, in a cypress-and-gold seat, beside which sat a holly-and-silver chair for his betrothed. At the very head of the table, the aging queen sat in a silver throne, beside an empty golden one, for which a place had not been set. From there, less-descript seats were arranged, each with a small wooden placard to signify which noble was to sit there. Tureens of soup, wicker baskets of piping hot, crusty bread loaves, platters of pork or salmon, and delicate arrangements of candied flower petals or fruit slices covered the ancient table.

At the arrival of the Princess, Crispin rose from his seat rather formally and pulled the silver chair away from the table a bit to allow for her to sit. Once she neared, he softly guided her into her seat with one hand on the small of her back, applying gentle pressure; not enough to be rude, but certainly more contact than was strictly necessary. It wasn't a rude pressure either, more reassuring and perhaps a bit intimate, particularly with how low he placed his hand.

With everyone in their proper seats, The queen called for the meal to begin, and servants began slicing meats and serving up generous portions of the various dishes. The kitchen was renowned for serving up meals as large as they were delicious, and they lived up to their reputation spectacularly. Pewter chalices were filled with a light pear cider, the Queen's favorite, and once she had taken a delicate sip, everyone dug in with relish.

Crispin ate slowly, his attention distracted by the lovely young woman at his left. Despite all of the words they'd exchanged earlier, and despite the soft chatter throughout the room, he was somewhat hesitant to overstep his bounds in engaging the stunning young woman. He finally gathered up his courage and said, somewhat suddenly, "I'm terribly glad that you were able to arrive so quickly. As foolish as this might sound, I feel a bit as though I missed you in the time before we met. Does that make any sense? Perhaps it's foolish, I don't know, but that's the best way that I can put it, I think."

BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT

Sabina wasn't entirely sure how she felt. She was a woman who was usually quite firmly in control of her emotions, yet this banter with Peter was bringing back so many memories... Some of them painful, but some of them fond, inspiring feelings of longing within her. With a mental scowl, she banished that thought, denying herself the right to think that way. Peter had done so much to hurt her, and the Princess needed her to be a guiding influence, not some easily-seduced court plaything. She was the only thing standing between Peter and the royal couple, and it was up to her to keep the schemer from taking advantage of those in her charge.

"I know you, Peter." She didn't use the man's official title, a slip-up which wasn't typical of her. She swore to herself that she wouldn't make such a mistake again. No familiar terms with this snake... "You're right, I suppose. I had a time during which I was... far too familiar with you. I opened myself up to you, a mistake I will not make again. I have no doubt that you think that your interests fit with those of the Prince and Princess, but as you said yourself, you are the destructive type. I may not hold as much power as a man like you, but gods help me, I will die before I see our kingdoms run into the ground for your entertainment or profit."

With that, she turned away from him, striding towards the door, then suddenly yelped like a startled handmaiden as his strong palm struck her butt forcefully. She bit her lip in frustration at the reaction she'd let out, and hurried to her seat, a comfortable chair a few spots down from the royal pair. She sat gingerly, her bum stinging slightly despite the layers of her dress. How did he get to her so easily? He always knew the right thing to say to make her react, and despite her previous protestations, his forceful manner had her far more hot and bothered than she would admit. It was hard not to think back to the past, when the firm touch of his hands had been a familiar sensation. The baroness was so flustered by the swat that she didn't notice until it was too late that the placard beside hers displayed brazenly "Lord Peter of House Medici".

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Princess Emmanuelle of Navarre

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She was nervous about this midday meal as she had no idea how this was exactly going to go. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and just stared at herself after she had freshened up, even changed clothing, mere minutes ago but ended with a sigh from her reflection. Emmanuelle found it quite remarkable as Crispin still felt the same way about her after all this time as she still felt the same about him. With a slight huff escaping from her small, parted lips, she finally rose up from her seated position and stepped outside of her chambers now, eyes glanced at the guard that was to escort her to the dining area. "I'm ready." She managed to mutter as the guard told her that she looks exceptional and Crispin will adore her. That was exactly what she needed to hear and to hear it from someone she rarely even knows? It gave her the confidence to step forward and continue on towards the dining area.

When Emmanuelle neared towards the dining hall, the aroma of food crept at her nose and she closed her eyes, breathing it in and growing more hungrier with every single step. She finally turned the corner and stood in the doorway that lead in the dining hall, her eyes went towards Crispin as he stood and she could not help but blush and smile at his presence. After standing in the doorway for a few seconds, she waltzed over towards the chair that Crispin had pulled out for her as he even guided her towards her seat. His hand did not even make her gasp or react any type of way because she knew that he was being a gentleman.

"Thanks, Crispin." She muttered then turned her attention towards the Queen, her head nodded towards her out of respect. "My Queen." Her eyes then went around the table, seeing the Baroness and offered her a wave then gave Lord Peter a wave, as well. When the servants started to serve them, she was more than ready to go ahead and dig right on in but had to be more of a lady within this moment and time. She thanked the servant that had served them then turned as cider was poured into their chalices as she grabbed her knife and fork then started to eat.

Of course, even though she was eating, she could see Crispin constantly look at her out of her side eye and she looked back then quickly shied away from his glances, blushing. Whenever Crispin started speaking, her attention was fully turned onto him as she smiled at his words. "Not foolish, at all, my Prince and it does make sense." She said then reached over and placed her hand on top of his. "I have missed you dearly, Crispin and I am happy to be here in this moment and right now." Emmanuelle then rubbed his hand with her own before going back to eating now as her eyes wandered from person to person in the process.

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Lord Peter of House Medici

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Again, Lord Peter had Sabina wrapped around his finger, sort of or so he thought as he made his way towards the table and saw that he was to sit by the Baroness. That infamous smirk began to curve among the corner of his lips as he wiggled his little fingers towards her now. Whenever she came to sit down, Peter rose up and pulled her chair out for her then sat back down, bowing his head towards the Queen beside him now. "You know me all too well, Sabina." He managed to speak to her in a low whisper so that only she can hear him.

"You know me in more ways than just one." Peter spoke those words while rubbing his hand over her thigh underneath the table, sending a very noticeable wink her way. "If I was a changed man, would your feelings towards me be different or the same as they are now?" He questioned towards her then rose his head up towards the entrance of Emmanuelle. Upon her entrance, it gave Peter a little bit of time to reminisce and sort of reflection of a time where him and the Baroness, Sabina, were very, very close with one another and even had multiple intimate encounters. There were even times when they would meet in a nearby tavern just to see each other. Sabina could've been Peter's wife and much more now but at the time, she was more of a plaything for him and not marriage material but now, his feelings towards her have changed.

It was Emmanuelle's wave that brought him back to reality as he smiled towards her then turned his attention back towards Sabina with a slight sigh. "I have no clear intentions of running our kingdoms into the ground, Sabina. I have nothing but hopes that Crispin will be King and Emmanuelle will stand firmly beside him and become his Queen. I mean, look at them." His attention went over towards the Prince and Princess now then back towards Sabina. "They have an unbreakable bond and love. Not even I can come between that. No one can." Peter said as he picked up his fork and knife now and went to eat the delicious food before him.

Peter sighed as he chewed and could not help but start to reflect on what his life would be like if he did indeed marry Sabina many, many moons ago. But would he admit to her out loud? In this moment, not now as she has different feelings about him than she did before but Peter really only had himself to blame for that though.

"How are you enjoying the food, Baroness Sabina?" Peter asked towards her, which was genuine and honorable but of course, he could feel that she wasn't going to take it as such.

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The guard who had advised Princess Emmanuelle spoke the truth. Crispin did indeed adore the sight of her. She'd looked wonderful in traveling clothes, but in a more formal dining gown, she was absolutely radiant. It would be difficult to remain properly composed throughout the whole meal with her seated right at his elbow there.

It was remarkable how familiar Emmanuelle felt. Her presence beside him just felt... natural. From her subtle movements, to her light caress of his hand, just to let him know she was there; she fit into the space like she had been born to be beside him, which in a way, she had. It was a testament to how fortunate they had been. Many royal couples were forced into relationships that neither participant was interested in maintaining, simply because the political benefits were so great.

It was because he felt so comfortable in her presence that Crispin had the confidence to murmur under his breath, ideally in a voice that only the Princess could hear "I don't suppose it would be excusable for us to get out of here early. As pleasant as the food is, the company is a bit stale. Yourself excluded, of course. In fact, if it were my choice, we'd already have adjourned to my quarters, as scandalous as that would be, but then, I suppose we can't ignore propriety until we're actually crowned." He smiled cheekily, a gesture that came easily to him, and he winked to show that he was at least partly jesting. She likely had no idea how slightly that was, or how much he was wishing that he could run off into the woods with the enchanting young woman that very moment. "When we do get the chance to meet in my quarters, I'm afraid we'll also have some more serious matters to discuss. I'll do my utmost to keep it enjoyable for you, though."

BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT

Sabina made every effort not to reveal her indignation for all at the table to see. It was a challenge, but she just barely succeeded, a faint scowl slipping through her otherwise-impenetrable facade of competent, composed grace. "While you're right that I know you, better even than your myriad whores, that doesn't bode well for my favoring of you. I know you, Peter Medici. I know your scheming heart, your lustful spirit, and your need for control. I haven't forgotten how you treated me those years ago, nor how easily you have displayed your talents at manipulating anyone who got in your way." The noblewoman hadn't touched her food yet, though she'd already had her chalice refilled, and was partway through the second glass.

"Lord Peter, you've never been able to accept that some things are not yours to take. Everything must come so easily for you, hmm? Positions of power, the trust of noblemen; you're intelligent, and I've seen you take advantage of that. Goodness, you're attractive enough that it's likely little difficulty coercing little ladies into your bed. Well. I am not one of your ignorant noblemen, or your fawning sluts. You may have some things easily, but not me. I haven't forgiven you, Peter, and if I know you, little will pain you more than knowing that you could have had something, but failed. That something is me, and I swear on my dignity, you will never own me."

She sat back slightly, gesturing for the serving maid to bring her more cider. It wasn't easy, takin such a strong stance, against something she wanted. For she did want Peter. If he had really changed as much as he claimed, she would have wanted to fall into his arms at that very moment. He hadn't though. She couldn't let herself believe it, or she would be made weak by the one person she needed most to pay heed to. For her sake, and the sake of the royal couple, she had to stay strong.


[System]
Age: 36

Element: Fire

Appearance: Has shoulder-length black hair he keeps tied in either a pony tail or a bun, with a turquoise stud in his left ear. Wears a dark grey t-shirt with red shoulders, topped with an orange happi coat littered with black smiley faces. Polished off with black cargo shorts looped with a white belt and a belt buckle that changes nigh daily.

Personality: Elbritas is an… eccentric man. For the most part he's rather laid back and goofy, almost like an overgrown child. But when it comes time for him to teach his classes his one and only goal in that time period is to make sure all of his students are learning well and to help the ones that are struggling to understand or produce results. He knows that fire can be a fickle fiend, so he prepared an entire cabinet's worth of varying assisting tools that can help focus, or can conduct the element easier, or anything of the like.

History: He used to make regular trips back to the Academy after he graduated either for research or to simply take a break from everything. When he was 31 the old fire teacher was retiring Kano offered the position to him and he, quite simply, accepted. He enjoyed having a place to call home once more that left him open to really do whatever he wished so long as his students were progressing well. If ever a student asks what he did between graduating and teaching here he gives them a different answer every time. (Special ops to Russia, prisoner of war in Uganda, convenience store owner in Hokkaido, etc.)

Equipment: Elbritas wields a simple glaive, a black steel edge mounted on a long, sleek ash haft. The haft has some detailed carvings near the ends so as to not interfere with the grip, while at the same time adding a delicate beauty to it. On the opposite end of the haft there is a rounded metal ending for blunt impact damage should the need arise. In addition he also has a pouch attached to his belt at the hip full of sharpened wooden darts that he can ignite and throw with rather good accuracy.

Class Taught: Fire

Headmaster

Age: Unknown

Element: Fire/Blood

Personality: There is no predicting Headmaster, only Kano has a chance of knowing what he may do and why he may do it. For the most part he acts very kind and enthusiastically to the students and staff members, but if he sees someone breaking the rules it's going to be hell on earth for the poor soul who does it.

History: Headmaster's true name is lost to the annals of time, but he came to the valley he now calls home a long, long time ago. When he arrived there was nothing in the valley, but he saw promise. Working alongside Kano and another dear friend, they wielded their immense powers to form the school initially, and then through that, decided to construct the village many elementalists now call home. Their goal was to provide a safe place for young elementalists to learn and evolve their powers past what any stray skilled elementalist could teach them, and to create a community in which those searching for a safe place to live, free from prying eyes of judgmental people jealous or scared of their powers and sought to harm or incarcerate them because of the gift that they were born with.

Equipment: Nothing but a tome sealed with multiple chains that don't seem to have a lock, but that they were welded together on TOP of the book, presumably so that the only person that could possibly open it up and read it is the headmaster.

Class Taught: Headmaster

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Brunhilde

A tiny girl carrying at least half her weight in a large leather travel pack silently and quickly slid through the gates to the courtyard, looking rather dazed - with a hint of curiosity. Light very slightly bent in small spheres around her hands, which any experienced wind elementalist would be able to identify as tiny, violent cyclones of semi-stable compressed air. Tucked under her arm was a book the size of a library dictionary. The girl seemed to be skating across the ground - her feet hovering just an inch above it, lightly tapping the pavement with her toes to keep moving.

She stopped in the middle of the courtyard, standing firmly on the paving stones, and opened the book. She smiled, realizing that she had reached her destination. She could get settled in a room later - for now, judging by the position of the sun, she was probably slightly late to her first class, and she searched for a teacher of air. Preferably one who seemed competent. Meeting the other students could wait until later, as could getting her schedule in order.

The air smelled like people and power in all directions, and she felt that she had missed something very impressive. Further in one direction, the air smelled more energetic in a different way - as though it was being actively tampered with, and the motions of some trees caught her eye. Their leaves were swaying in the wind, counter to the other trees in the area. Two people appeared to be under one tree, and she assumed one of them was a teacher of Air elementalism. Not seeing other students in their direction, she breathed a sigh of relief - she wasn't quite as late as the sun indicated. As she skated towards the tree, she noticed one last, extremely subtle hint just before reaching who she assumed to be the teacher and two aides - a narrow trail of loosely rustling grass.

She felt that she would like these people.

"Hello. I'm Brunhilde, and I'm new around here. Is one of you a teacher?"

Light

[Assistant]
"Yes" After a moment of still silence the meditating man eventually replied. His deep, firm voice soft and rustic...

Yet he didn't move, didn't raise his head or acknowledge her presence, he simply replied.

Silenced followed, for another quiet moment that was all that was said.
The defiant wind-flow soon slowed and eventually died down.
Then the younger man with tattooed markings on his face stirred from his position sprawled out on the floor. His wide eyes roll from the sky to the newcomer, suddenly he sat upright, looking at the girl he spoke with a gentle smile.

"Brunhilde, that's an interesting name. What brings you here?"

"Avy" he says reaching out his hand in casual greeting. "And just how old are you?" he adds in with curiosity.

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Brunhilde's pen made a wild flurry of markings across the journal page it was opened to - detailed sketches, descriptions, feelings, sounds. A volume of information condensed into an image, with all relevant knowledge strewn across it in an extremely easy to understand manner. She seemed slightly unfocused as she wrote, hardly seeming to care at all about the older man's very short response, except for that it revealed a small sampling of his personality.

Many moments passed as she completed her initial reaction entry, and she flipped back to a much later page, where further notes were scrawled in relation to the current day. She had been doing this every hour of every day for years, and the practice combined with the subtle enhancements via wind manipulation that sped her pen made it quite obvious. Further page flipping occurred at Avarius's first question and she scanned the pages almost instantly - and her eyes lit up with a vague sense of sadness for a split second before her smile reappeared.

She looked up again, seemingly looking through Avarius, and responded.

"Education, mostly. I'm from up north, family sent me here so I could learn in a less hostile environment."

Brunhilde took Avarius's hand and gave a firm and friendly handshake. The whirlwind around her hand weakened as she did so, but Avarius could still feel a very heavy pressure from it regardless. Were he to look, he would notice, in very ornate red lettering upon a white spiral, the message 'Check the Journal' on the back of her hand.

At his last question, Brunhilde flipped the journal's pages backwards with a small puff of air, and a look of mild surprise crossed her face. "Seventeen, apparently."

[Assistant]
Avarius smiled, both amused and interested by the happenings before him. He watched intently, his curiosity ticking over silently in his head.
"Mostly?" he questions, pushing her answer further.

"Well then if you are ready to start you are going to need to free yourself of all your things first!" he gestures towards a nice spot near the tree. If Brunhilde tries to keep any 'non-necessary' items Avarius will give her a menacing glance but only push it once.

Avarius crosses his legs in front of himself and looks to Brunhilde with all his attention.
"alright then, can you please demonstrate to me all of your elemental skills?"
He watches without judgement giving the occasional nod of encouragement.

...

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"Enough." Spoke the monk, breaking his silence and interrupting Brunhilde's last display. He lifts his head, the glint of his eyes piecing the shadows cast by his hood.
"Atop the tower is your supplies for the class, you will need them for the first lesson."

Avarius raises a hand with his eyebrows as he tries to catch Brunhilde's attention to share a thought. First he nods agreeing to Vallen's statement.
"Sorry, I should have mentioned it before, as a first year student of 'Air' you may only take the stairs of the tower, use none of the other methods."
He looks up towards the tall tower soaring in the sky. Seriousness takes his face.
"That is one of the few rules I must be adamant about."

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"Mostly?"

The gears turned in Brunhilde's head, each click sending a jolt of information and understanding. She didn't need to refer to the journal (as much) for this one. "I also wanted to meet other people like myself. It's much easier to make new friends if people don't think you're a witch. Anyway, I'm pretty sure we're running a bit behind on schedule."

"Well then if you are ready to start you are going to need to free yourself of all your things first!"

Brunhilde placed her sack on the ground, happy to be rid of it for the time being. The stupid thing had at least a month's worth of supplies in it, courtesy of her parents, despite the fact that it was only a three day trip. She kept her journal and pen, as they were more or less a part of herself. If they didn't like it, oh well.

"alright then, can you please demonstrate to me all of your elemental skills?"

She nodded once, and first demonstrated on a loose page the degree of precision that she could attain with air manipulation by quickly and roughly sketching the tree behind them without touching the pen.

Her second display was simple hovering, three feet above the ground - completely motionless, as a further display of precision. In addendum, she created a fairly large and weak gust of wind that rustled the tree's leaves a fair bit.

"I've been working on this last one for... I think seven years or so. Maybe eight. I'm pretty sure I've hit a wall with it, though."

For the third and final display, she returned to her pack and pulled out an 8x8x2" oak panel, and aimed away from any people in the area. She tossed it high into the air, spinning it around its flat axis, and dropped into a forward stance, defensively holding her journal across her chest. As the panel dropped, she threw a single punch, striking it dead center. The sphere of air around her fist broke forwards on impact, sending a narrow spray of coarse sawdust and splinters out of the other side of the board. The piece of wood fell to the ground with a vaguely fist-shaped jagged hole in the middle and cracks running along the grain of the wood.

Before she could say anything further, she was interrupted by the older man. "Enough. Atop the tower is your supplies for the class, you will need them for the first lesson."

She stood at attention politely and nodded once.

"Sorry, I should have mentioned it before, as a first year student of 'Air' you may only take the stairs of the tower, use none of the other methods. That is one of the few rules I must be adamant about."

"Reasonable. I expect untrained students would have... 'accidents', were they to try anything faster. I'll be back shortly."

After writing their words in the journal, she retrieved her bag and stuffed the remains of the oak panel back into it, then made her way towards the tower. She spotted the base of the staircase and walked up very carefully. She wasn't used to heights, having never seen a tower in person before, so she was as careful as she possibly could be. Good god, this was a tall tower. The walk was a lot more exhausting than it should have been, owing to the forty-odd pounds of junk she carried with her.

At the top of the stairs, she came to the air elementalists' dormitories, reopened her journal, and searched for an empty bunk that appeared to be designated for first year students. Not many students were there, and there was nobody she felt such a strong urge to speak to that she would risk angering the older man near Avy. Dumping all of her unnecessary things on what she claimed as her own bed, she found that she had forgotten to ever throw away any of the beefstick wrappers she'd accrued over the past few days of traveling, and quickly stuffed them into a trash can. Sadly, the beefstick wrappers had made most of her things smell utterly delicious, and she marked in the journal that she would need to wash everything thoroughly.

She searched the dormitory for first-year students' supplies as the journal instructed her and found a single set, which she claimed and shoved into her bag. Not once did she bother examining what was in the supplies, as she trusted whoever had put the label on them. She hoped that there would be other students at the lesson when she returned, and made her way back down the stairs.

Light

[Assistant]
"Since you appear to be my only new student this year, we can realistically focus on any aspect you choose." He said, fingering one of his wooden darts. "That is, after you've got the basics down, of course. The first step towards mastery is respect." He said, letting flames slowly creep along his arm. He started to walk away towards his office, signaling for her to follow him. "Fire is quite possibly the element most reliant on your emotions. Should you let yourself get too full of rage, it will go out of control and hurt yourself and those you care for. Should you feel reluctance, your flame will sputter and die." He continued to speak as they walked together. They got to the door that said E. Kessinger with a fire symbol below it.

He pushed the door open, and walked into the room that had large windows along one wall to flood the room with light as the day broke. Along the far wall was a display case with multiple weapons on dispay. A set of black gauntlets etched with runes, a katana paired with its dark blue sheath, a large two-handed warhammer with spikes on either end, and a curved longsword that had a long chain hanging off the pommel. "Before you ask, no, I am not a collector. It's somewhat of a tradition for the fire teachers to leave a weapon of their choice, usually a duplicate they have made of their preferred weapon, on display in this office for the following teachers to appreciate and sometimes learn from." He pulled out a drawer and took out some paper and a pen should he need to take any notes on bringing supplies for future lessons. "So, any more questions before we begin?"


[System]
The Wrath of God

"In Hell's darkness, I will be His light.
 In doubt's bitterness, I will keep His Word.
 In War's rage, I will master its craft.
 In just retribution, I will give no quarter.
 In Armageddon's fire, I will have no fear.
 In death's embrace, I will have no remorse."
Nickname: Aquilina (personal nickname)
Age: Null
Race: Angel
Rank: Exoucia (Second Sphere, Third Order)

Personality:
Compared to the judicial, rational inquisition of Zaphiel, or the just righteousness of Achilles, Aquilina could be described as arbitrary, remorseless and (dare one say it to her directly) heartless. Often called on by Heaven to be the final arbitrator of God's wrath, Aquilina's bitterness from the millennia of conflict between Heaven and Hell has been hardened to the point where – while she will not pursue 'minor' sins – an 'in-betweener' who hurts or kills another, or otherwise enables the armies of Hell by their actions, will often be summarily executed. Thus, this Exoucia has a poor reputation as being a bit of a 'blunt instrument' when nuance would otherwise be needed – a 'fanatic', at worst.

If there was a beating heart of emotion or humanity beneath her breastplate, only man's Father in Heaven would know now ...

Biography:
The heaven-shattering fall of Lucifer, the once-Morning Star, and a third of Heaven's host was the crucible that forged Aquilina. Raised from the lowest choirs, Aquilina's new purpose from the LORD was not to grant authority to others over nations, or to record and retain knowledge, but to become the form that GOD's holy and righteous wrath would be embodied. To act where coercion, calls for repentance and the then-infant Zaphiel's Inquisition could not. To - if need be - charge into the depths of Hell and tear it apart.

Restrained by the LORD's mercy for humanity, the crucifixion and resurrection of the LORD's Son and the passing of years as GOD's Word spread across the world, Aquilina remained in the boundaries of Heaven, liaisoning and training with like-minded angels for the day when the final clash would be unleashed. The constant stream of information regarding her fallen brethrens' machinations with GOD's children, as well as the few moments where she had to go to Earth to enact the LORD's judgement, only hardened her heart further.

Now, with the final reckoning upon the world and with Lucifer and his lieutenants rampaging across the world, Aquilina's time has now come. The remorseful sinner will be brought back to GOD's mercy by those more knowable and able in this aspect. Aquilina, however, will show none...

Notable Skills:

Angel-At-Arms
While it is not normal for an exoucia to become directly involved in the fight against Hell - many instead acting as delegates of power and authority to those on Earth - Aquilina had dedicated herself to the cause to the point where, thus far, she is one of the few exceptions to the normal delegation of roles among the Choirs. She is expected to know combat maneuvering, swordsmanship and unarmed combat at a minimum, but has also taken on training in how to handle a lance (the latter has since supplanted the sword as her primary armament).

Daemonology
While this skill would imply that she is skilled in the nuances and summoning abilities of daemons, Aquilina cannot - and will not - willingly bring forth a minion of Hell. Instead, this skill represents the insight taught and ingrained in her of most of the spawn of Hell and how best to counteract them, whether it'd be a minor fallen angel, a Deadly Sin or one of Lucifer's lieutenants.

Knowledge of the Scriptures and Gospels
Of all the weapons and defenses in the 'arsenal' of those angels and mortals called to fight against Hell, none is as sharp as the LORD's own Word. As Christ embodied the Word and rebuked demons and Lucifer alike with the Word, so those angels who are called to war must rely on the Word to rebuke the enemy.

When tempted or attacked by the Enemy through words or concepts, Aquilina can rebuke the foe by drawing on the Scripture, often unbalancing or staying the foe from 'getting into her head'. However, this is not something that can be used flippantly – Aquilina must be as precise as possible with her recall of the Word, or the enemy will now have a new avenue of attack (her erring scriptural knowledge).

Abilities:

Angelic Physiology, Angelic Constitution (see Zaphiel)

Mortal Guise
Aquilina's true form is not known to mortal eyes and were she to appear to a man without a guise, the individual in question might die out of shock. Thus Aquilina adopts the form of an armoured human woman (winged while in flight or seeking to intimidate) in order to assure that accidental deaths are avoided and to be capable of interacting with the world - at least, until the hexes and bullets start flying.

"Deus Lo Vult"
Like her fellow angels, Aquilina has some command of ability from Heaven that can be utilised on the mortal plane. While not as powerful as, say a Seraph, and weaker in some miracles then others, Aquilina can pull off some feats that can only be described as miraculous to mortal eyes:

Angelic Flight
Just like it says on the tin. Aquilina is able to fly from points A to B, even down to within a second (if enough power is drawn on and she knows where she needs to go).

Blinding Flare
Drawn from the light that shines from Heaven, Aquilina can summon a flash of light that can clear away darkness or fog, and blind or even scorch her foes in a limited area. Cannot inflict fatal harm.

Visage of Heaven
Projecting the inner righteousness and power of her physical form and authority, Aquilina suddenly takes on a far more terrifying appearance to demons and sinful in-betweeners alike.

Hands of the Righteous
Even while divested of armaments, an angel can still be dangerous. Grappling with her foe's head, Aquilina can attempt to purge the possessed and demonic, exorcising demons and casting them back into Hell with a quickly-muttered rite. As a general rule, the more powerful the demon, the longer the time required and consequent lower chances of success.

Malleus Daemonicum
Should all other options fail, Aquilina will drawn on all her energy for one final, pure blow, whether it'd be in the form of lunging forward to plunge her sword into the heart of a Greater Demon, or slamming her lance into the ground and cause a shockwave. Whatever the form of this final act of defiance may take, the results are usually spectacular and - consequently - fatiguing, verging on near-fatal, for Aquilina.

Equipment:
Full plate/chainmail armour and cloak, holy lance, sword belt with "hand-and-a-half" longsword and scabbard.

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Gretchen Vradiskii Ufain
Downtown, Capitol City

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Her initial fighting spirit deflated by how cheerful the witch seemed to be, Gretchen sighed.

"Middle schooler, little lady, I have a name you know." She pulled out a wad of paper talismans stacked together, trying to see if she had brought enough. "Name's Gretchen Vradiskii Ufain. So the culprit is that ominous looking cloud in the middle of downtown huh? I got it, you can leave now. And I'm not a middle schooler! I'm already old enough to drink!"

She knew it was a futile gesture to even say that, seeing as the witch didn't seem intent on leaving her alone anytime soon, but at least she could say she tried. An event this large wouldn't go unnoticed; she wouldn't be surprised if some of those stuffy old organizations would suddenly come out of obscurity to fight off these demons and help seal them. Certainly seemed to have drawn a witch and a shrine maiden out.

Aiming carefully, she threw a two paper talismans into the fog, with nothing happening for a few seconds before the barrier activated, clearing another stretch of the road as she made her way deeper into downtown. It didn't matter if she had to purify every block of the city, she'd go up there and beat down whoever that was making this mess.

[Assistant]
Downtown, Capitol City

Balthazar only noticed the demon fog he himself had created AFTER his euphoric state of bliss had passed."Interesting" he spoke to himself while looking down at the city below. Mocking no one in particular, he apologized, "Pardon me, I didn't mean to cause such a scene." He then bellowed out three loud bursts of laughter. "HA HA HA!"

The dark lord was pleased as he surveyed the field. His minions were causing massive amounts of destruction all across the city. More angels were entering the fray. Some magical humans were putting in a valiant effort as well. And the battle against the eggs? Well that sure was a strange sight. His platoon squashed egg after egg, only for them to be revived by the fog as well and continue fighting. It was an endless cycle that was quite amusing, comical even. Once the novelty of it wore off though, he turned his sights elsewhere.

His next words were amplified through demonic magic, so that everyone in the city could here, but the message itself was clearly intended for the army of angels that was obviously planning their counter attack off in the distance. "Oh no. It seems I have accidentally crop dusted the entire city and made the air quite repulsive to the pristine noses of angels! Is that why you are so far away? I'm so embarrassed! Hahaha! Or is it... that you are afraid? HAHAHA! It could be both I suppose... I tell you what! I'll remove the fog if you will come and play! How does that sound!?"

True to his word, the fog began to recede away from the edges of the city. But of course, there was a catch; things are never that simple. Before half of the fog lifted into the sky, the other half of it poured directly into the nostrils of every demon in his army. (He of course made sure to pull the stuff out of the Bad Eggs as well, leaving them no more powerful than they were to start with.) This produced maddening results. His minor demons rampaged across the city with powers they had never before dreamed of having. The middle tier demons held on to their sanity, if only just, and set their eyes on more challenging prospects. The top tier demons reveled in their ever increasing powers, but they stayed waiting close to heart of Downtown, upon their master's telepathic orders.

Balthazar watched in great interest, wondering if he had been too aggressive in his actions. Would his newly empowered army destroy the opposition too early?

[User]
Above Downtown, the Capital City

Balthazar would soon get his answer.

Whereas the demons chattered and rampaged throughout the city's CBD, and humans and angels alike sought to try and grapple with the demonic hordes, a meteorite-like fireball fell from the heavens and away from Achilles' rendevous. At the center of the flickering flames, a pair of baleful eyes stared out at the destruction below them. They saw the destruction being wreaked on GOD's creation, the suffering being inflicted on the LORD's children, heard the foul laughter coming from the airborne lieutenant of Hell's army and the bearer of those eyes felt only one thing: hatred.

Just as the falling flare seemed to be less then a kilometer above the ground, the light cleared and the now-revealed angel adjusted her posture. White-feathered wings flared from a spine encased in polished metal armour and the angel let out a cry of wrath as - still falling just above the speed of sound - she slammed sabatons-first onto the pavement. Unknown to her, she had landed well in front of the two in-betweener travelers who, even now, were beginning to make their way deeper into the city.

Rising from the crater she had just punched into cracked and ruined cement, Aquilina unslung and readied a gleaming, double-edged glaive in a gauntleted hand. Her eyes and voice were focused on the distant (but e'er present) Balthazar and its minions.

"The fires of Hell will die out this day, fallen spawn of Hell!" she called out in challenge. "The Hammer of Demons comes for you!"