[System]
"Aaaaaaaaaannnnnddd.....TORYAAAAAAAAA! Ha! Rank 4th in the world now! Success~!"
"Ney, ney, do you like cute things~? Perhaps that cat~? Maybe the doll~? Or....would~ you~ like~ me~?"
Gemstone
[Student]
[Micro-Macro]

Appearance:
Nickname/Alias: Scarlet Princess, Bloodied Empress, Crimson Vampire

Magic Name: N/A

Position: None

Faction: None

Seat Number: It`s suppose to be 24, but she`s known to hop/change seats

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Blood Type: O

Biography: Surprisngly, Kurenai had an unusually calm and normal past. Nobody died, no one was abused.

Being brought up in a high-class family, she was always taught proper etiquette and mannerism, and how those who were above the rest still needed equals to stand with, and had those words drilled daily into her mind. A normal routine of living her life, that was broken when she first accidentally used her power. She had fell and scrapped her knees once, and seeing the blood run down, she did not want to cause a mess. To her surprise, the blood accumulated in the air, not contacting anything else.

Keeping her power a secret, she tried practice with it as much as possible behind her family's back. Although when they finally found out, they had said she was above the rest, above the family. Sending her to Academy city, as try heard there was a place where people like Kurenai were, where she had equals to stand with.

However, the moment she was free from the constraints of the family, she immediately became extremely energetic, finally not required to keep herself in check and bundled down. She continued to practice using her power, along with the need to do something, to act whenever she finished a task at hand.

Personality: A usually cheerful and hyper girl, who enjoy to tease others ever so often. A somewhat social person, Kurenai has a habit of ignoring personal space and the like, causing many a boy(and a few girls) to become flustered as she incidentally pushes her ample chest against them. Of course, she does it deliberately.

Surprisingly, she's quite the gamer. It isn't unusual to see her sitting at an Internet cafe drinking coffee with one hand while mashing buttons on a portable device or the computer with the other. Mostly only seen whenever there isn't anyone to socialize with nearby. By her own explanation, it seems that she's always busy 'communicating', whether through online games, or with other people directly. No, this means she is not a hikkimori, she just needs to do something, as she doesn't do well with sitting still doing nothing.

Talking, listening, sleeping, eating, gaming, even work. She always needs to do something, anything. If not able to do anything, she will become really finicky, and start causing trouble.

Most likely due to her own power, she isn't fazed when seeing blood. Dissection? No problems. Although quite unusual, despite teasing others, when on the receiving end, she's quite vulnerable. She eats someone to play the Pocky game with her, it's perfectly fine. However, someone else initiating it on her, she's going to be flustered.

Likes:
-Teasing
-Playing
-Video Games
-Socializing
-Flirting
-Being occupied by any kind of task.
-Sweet snacks/drinks
Dislikes:
-Having nothing to do("So bored! Buuuuuh!")
-Dropping rank("What?! I'be been dropped to rank 7?!")
-Nothing to do
-Battery dying mid-battle("Noooooooooooo!")
-Absolutely nothing to do

Skills:
Video Games, she's actually on the leaderboards for just about every game possible. Her room is packed with multiple consoles.
Fast reflexes, built up from playing waaaaay to many fast paced games.
Creativity, which coincides with how she uses her ability.
Multitasking. Socializing, gaming, sleeping, fooling around, doing homework, she's extremely good at juggling tasks, and more often than not doing them simultaneously.
Biology, considering her ability, it's almost a given that she would study it.

Ability:
Level 4
Hemomancy, physical manipulation of blood, this is where she can utilize blood, as weapons, tools, or even hardening her blood inside her body to deal with blunt attacks, or keeping her blood flowing, seemingly floating through cuts as if the blood vessels were intact. As long as it is her blood, it can be used.

Special Ability: Bloody Domination - Even her opponent's blood can be used, as long as a drop of her own blood was mixed into it.

Signature Move: Reverse Vampirism - Bypassing the need to spill her opponent's blood to induce a drop of her own blood, she can make a small cut inside her mouth by stabbing with a blood needle from inside herself, creating fangs of blood. Afterwards, she simply bites someone, and injects the blood that form the fangs into her target. Now, she is able to use the blood inside her victim.

Disadvantages: To use her abilities on the offensive, she has to spill her blood. Even if going with the most conservative of uses requires her to still bleed even a drop. Self-injury is a must. Also, 'Reverse Vampirism' requires her to basically latch onto someone, vulnerable for the duration of her injecting her blood.

Using her blood has the risk of anemia, which rises in severity to the amount of blood lost. If she loses consciousness, the blood is no longer in control, and flows/moves normally. Which would be fatal if there was a large open wound.

Also, any abilities that affects someone through touch, can work by touching blood that is in contact with her. If she is standing in a puddle of blood, just touching the edge of that puddle is enough.

Theme Song(s):
"Kurenai here!"(Main)
"The bloodshed begins..."(Battle)

Extras:
Defensive Ranged
Defensive Melee
Offensive Melee

[User]
Noboyuki & Introducing.... Marcus

"H-Hey! D-Don't ignore me! I-I mean, didn't I, like, give you some kind of reason to be at least crept out! I mean, h-hey, I'm still here! Are you hearing me? Um, moshi moshi, Ria-san? Um, Tsurara-san?" Noboyuki went on trying to get everyone else's attention, but with no success. He decided after that to sulk over in a corner all by himself, since there wasn't anything else he could do to attract everyone else's attention.

Meanwhile, the bearded man that was Ria's hostage slowly came back to live. And the first thing in his face? A mocking smirk.

"Now, now, little esper shit," He spoke in a deep, hoarse voice, defiant as he had been all through last week. "You shouldn't be flashing at other people like that. Or ignore your other friends like that." He motioned with his head towards Noboyuki, who was still sulking. "If you monsters don't care for each other, who the hell is going to care for you? Damn sure no one is stupid enough to want a ticking bomb right on their living rooms." He smiled again, confident that he couldn't be killed. After all, he was the one that orchastrated the kidnapping of the bitch that was Nishikara Wendy.

"But, you know," Seemingly, having reflexed on his own ways, the man seemed to be a bit more ashamed than before, and week. Hell, he had been through hell the last week. Being able to talk back like that was nothing short of a miracle. The man indeed seemed to have inhumane resiliance, at the very least, against esper powers. Or just strong willpower to let him live through being frozen several times already, "I am not a fan of fucking being frozen like that, so I'll talk. The bitch ain't worth having my balls frozen every five minutes."

He took a deep breath. He knew it was damn outright betrayal what he was about to do, but the fire in his eyes never died down. "The girl is in the 7th district. Where else did you think a girl would be held in this city anyway, dumbass?" Marcus said to her, laughing at her for not thinking of it earlier. "And the serum? The serum will kill you in about 24 hours. If you use the least bit of your powers, though, you'll die right away. See that nasty looking speck of black climbing up your waist? That means your time in this world is running out. So you got no option but to not use your powers and let your other two friends handle this, miss frigid bitch." Marcus said to her, with a smile on his face all the while.

"And now that I've sold the boys out, fucking kill me already." Marcus said, showing the trio his neck. "There ain't no pride between men after one of them sells the others out. I am as good as dead anyway. Now, hurry! You, the ice bitch! Get an icicle through my throat already and we can both rot in hell for a while." HE laughed heartily at the prospect of his own death.

[Assistant]
Haruna Launcher package story arcs!

Three stories, one goal!

Rescue Wendy Arc
Synopsis(Participants are full here)
Nishikara Wendy is a student from kirigaoka Girls Academy, the younger sister of Nishikara Mei. Both are distant relatives to Hybrid Academy's, Nishikara Kei. It's been two weeks since she was missing however; Ria managed to get a lead on her whereabouts after taking hostage of one of the Skill-Out members, Marcus who have valuable information about Wendy's whereabouts. Her whereabouts leads to Mocha Dreams, Kirigaoka Girls, and District 7. However it seems like the Skill-Out aren't the only who wants a piece of the action, the Clowns who are like of a Skill-Out group are working with Skill-Out. To make things matters worse, the Akurans are also on the move and Ria is injected with a serum that makes her AIM fields go wild and face symptoms. It is up to her group to pull through safety.

The Black Mage, Haruna Arc
Synopsis(Open)
It might take a while but its been mandatory for the past three weeks. That's 11 hour shifts, by religious group of cults thus a tiring work by kidnapping Espers. Rumor has it that Espers are killed because of heresy and atrocious ways of thinking by cult. For they believe that these people are offering to revive a Black Mage, Haruna. Selected members of Judgement in every district are assigned to investigate the Nagatenjouki District. It is an undercover task as suspiciously believed that Nagatenjouki are linked with the disappearance of these people.

Unnatural Arc
Synopsis(Open)
It is believed that every night. Some people who are at District 21, the mountains have been disappearing. Based on reports, it is said that vampires are the cause of the disappearance.

With all the mysterious disappearance occurring at the three fronts. Could these events be connected? Will our heroes unravel the mysteries behind it?

A man from the shadows looks at a flat crystal HD like TV.

[User]
"S-say, you also possessed?" Kazeno jumped back at bit at the sight of the floating mass of pixels now hovering around the shrine maiden, "You sure you also don't need an exorcism?"

Chi Ni curiously peered over Kazeno's head, a ghostly WW2 helmet still remained on her own head for whatever reason. Kazeno could feel the air become tenser as Paragade questionably pecked at the bread from the girl.

_________________________

Anderson watched from his folding computer the chaos that ensued as he shouted actions and orders to his agents and strike teams. The Radio chatter streamed in as Anderson was more then capible enough to reponsd and control all of them.

"Team 5, cover Team 3's advance."
"Copy Anderson-sama."
"Keep your distance Team 2, don't get to mingled with the gangsters."
"Roger, will keep several feet back."
"Yukihara and Shingin here, we've captured the girl with Skill-Out, orders?"
"Yukihara and Shingin, direct the Skill-Out to the next location. Oswald, prepare to support our friends as they move in, the chopper gunner will be arrive shortly."
"About damn time, if Anti-Skill gets here now, we're fucked."
"Edelweiss, switch to your rocket launcher and take out the western wall of the building, Katyusha stay with Edelweiss incase something happens to her."

Anderson smiled as he looked towards Sakura who was now grilling something over a something on Yakiniku. It must be for Anderson and Amelia who was now lounging around in her PJs, reading questionably titled books on an e-reader. Sakura always had her own meat rare or even raw.
Soon, you'll be all better Sakura. Anderson thought as he watched her blow air on to a piece of chicken, You're cure will be soon. Then we can proceed with the Midnight Requiem.

[Assistant]
Sitting at a bench in the park, nearby the Nagatenjouki Acamdey, a girl could be found rapidly tapping away on a handheld device, a look of utter concentration, as she played using only her right hand. Her left hand was busy holding onto half piece of bread, while the other half was in her mouth.

Placing the bread in her mouth again, she lightly bit, before allowing the bread to be held in her mouth as she used her now free left hand to brush strands of her white hair from her eyes. However, just as she was about the grab the loaf once more, a fanfare-like sound emitted from the device, and the girl jumped up, with what would have been a yelp for joy, if not muffled by her occupied mouth.

Dropping back into her original seated position, her stance was now more calmer, with the device left on her lap, both hands holding her lunch, as she watched the screen.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Themesong: N/A

Class: 'Disabler' Shade

Rank: While his rank remains at a solid B, his combat level fluctuates from A to B, based on whether or not he is 'active.'

Appearance:

History:
Born as a only child into a family of martial artists, Taeion's fate had been decided very early in his life. His family ran a dojo which taught an assortment of different fighting styles. His parents were well aware of the threat of ExBeasts, but already held a deep dislike for the newly found 'Magi' of the world, they believed that martial arts would be just as useful - if not better. They decided that training their child in a fighting style would prove to be useful against fighting ExBeasts, more so than Magi themselves. However, they did not want to try to teach Taeion how to fight at too early of an age, as it would be difficult, and near-useless. Instead, they waited until he was at a suitable age to be trained in the arts of - of all things, Ninjutsu. Until that time came however, Taeion was free to do as he pleased, which was to simply rest, and do non-strenuous tasks. By the time he had reach the 'training age' of eight, his already la nature had been ingrained into his personality, and he constantly tried to refuse training, and simply rested around the house. This was a short-lived rebellious phase. His father was a man of discipline, and would not take Taeion's refusal whatsoever. Naturally, he did what any caring father would do, and would strike Taeion whenever he showed a hint of laziness when training.

Taeion can vividly recall his time training as times where he would find himself hurled into walls, kicked through windows, and thrown through ceilings.

Through intense training, discipline and beating, Taeion had learned many of the principles of Ninjutsu already. Including, but not limited to - unarmed combat, concealment, stealth and blade techniques. It was an outlandish fighting style, but at the same time effective in the eyes of his parents. Their views on magic extended to their teaching, and Taeion also learned many techniques which were developed specifically to be used against magic. He had become extremely disciplined when it came to combat, although this new-found focus only extended to combat, which he would approach with a deadly seriousness and concentration. Everything else was subject to his lax attitude and sometimes snarky remarks, much to the dismay of his mother. His father didn't really mind. He was a martial artist, not a counsellor.

Further down the line, Taeion's combat ability raised the idea of enrolling him into the Academy for Magic, Martial and Other arts. Which was decided fairly quickly. The AcadeMMO has served him well so far in some ways. He is able to apply his fighting style against ExBeasts, as they tended to use magical abilities, something which Taeion was taught to be accustomed to, and something which he was taught to counter. He frequently takes jobs which involve hunting ExBeasts due to the fact that he is able to do them alone, and has risen through the ranks quite quickly as a result. At the same time, he can sometimes proves to be quite the liability if he is given a task which isn't fighting, as he treats it like he would treat anything else: Lazily. He tends to drift from group to group because of this.

Statistics:
Taeion's combat style revolves around disabling an enemy in multiple ways before brutally attacking them. He aims to strike various body parts in ways that leave an enemy paralysed or unable to cast spells. Like most Shades, Taeion is meant to be inclined towards sneaking up on the enemy, but Taeion's lax disposition gets in the way of this, and he is often found lying down in plain sight. However, when he deems a situation worthy, he immediately gets up and attacks with brutal intent. Taeion is open to using various different weapons in order to fight an enemy, he may use a Tantō or Ninjato to make cuts at an enemy, but may soon switch to using shurikens if the enemy attempts to retreat.

* Level - 1
* HP - 10
* MP - 6
* Attack - 20
* Magic - 6
* Speed - 10
* Accuracy - 25
* Defense - 2
* Evasion - 18
* Resistance - 3

Spells/Skills:
<Mute [1]>
Taeion attempts to choke his target using a choke wire, preventing them from accessing their command incantations for a short time afterwards. Deals no damage. The command for this move is "Mute."

<Deft [1]>
Taeion moves extremely quickly to close the distance between him and a target. Increases evasion by 5, and travels a maximum of [0.5 x Spd] metres. The command for this move is "Deft."

<Tact [1]>
Taeion takes a stab at the target in an attempt to cripple the target, increasing attack by 5, interrupting spell incantations and temporarily paralysing a limb should it connect. The command for this move is "Tact."

[User]
Soka saw that the enemies around them were finally downed.

"Well I'm sure glad that's over," he said, walking toward the others. He agreed that they could use a better teamwork formation.

Soka was almost sure that there were more Exbeasts that would attack this same area again, but for the time being the area seemed clear.

He wanted to scout the rest of the area to see if there was anything else nearby, but decided to be quiet and let those with more experience decide. Briefly, he wondered how the other students were doing with the other D-Rank missions.

"Thanks again for helping me, Hayato. And good fighting, everyone."

Level - 1 -> 2

HP - 140
MP - 120
Attack - 8
Magic - 15
Speed - 12 > 19
Accuracy - 7
Defense - 7
Evasion - 17
Resistance - 8

[Assistant]
They finished the fight and Joe couldn't help but smile. This was definitely enjoyable. He might have been disadvantaged, the only one not using it's weakness but he still had fun. This only verified it for him, it was what he wanted to do. "I have no idea what you're talking about, my teamwork was great.", he gave a look towards Hazel and the summon guy, He remembered doing just fine with them, superb teamwork even. "I would like to continue but I got shook up a little while attacking, most of my opponents have been fast. So going back might be a wise decision."

Level - 1 > 2
HP - 100
MP - 40
Attack - 20 > 25
Magic - 5
Speed - 15
Accuracy - 15
Defense - 11 > 13
Evasion - 15
Resistance - 5

[User]
Blighted Woods
With everyone in agreement to go back, the party made their way through the woods the way they had come. Soon the research station was in sight again, and as they approached another scientist noticed them and ran over.

"You're back! Our equipment's not picking up any more Exbeasts, so great job!" he said, before pointing them towards a central bunker building. "Our telepad is in there; I'll go ahead and operate the Restoration function too!" He pulled a tablet from his coat pocket and began typing away, but before they headed towards the bunker Hayato raised a hand.

"I have a question, sir. What exactly is this station researching?"

"Ah!" said the scientist, excited that they had taken an interest. "Well, as you probably know Excaledvol hasn't been explored very much yet. But for the most part, the plants and water and overall geology are very similar, almost identical in some aspects, to Earth's! We're here to take samples of said geology and biology too, and study them. We've actually made some very interesting findings about some of the species here already."

"I see..." Hayato said. "But I don't suppose you see a lot of people, then? You haven't seen any AcadeMMO students besides us?"

"Not recently, no." said the scientist. Hayato's face suddenly perked up. "We do send the school requests for assistance every once in a while. But you're the first since the new semester only started yesterday, of course."

"Have...have you seen someone who looks a bit like me, except with a scar across his nose and a different hair style?" Hayato asked excitedly, leaning forward so that the scientist could see his features. The man raised an eyebrow, but looked at him closely for a moment with a hum of concentration.

"Mmm...No, I'm sorry. I can't say I have." Hayato was crestfallen.

"Ah...oh well, then. Thanks anyway. And let us know again if you need more help."

When the group stepped back onto the telepad, this time the magic runes and lights glowed green for a moment. Their HP and MP was restored in a flash, the healing magic spreading through them like warmth from a fireplace. Then, once the coordinates for the school were set, they disappeared. The scientist waved farewell, then went back to his studies.

Out in the woods, a boot crunched down on the remains of a Twig Blight, the hem of a cloak billowing around it.

"So this confirms it." said one voice, a male. "They're trying to use our own power against us. If we want those busybodies gone, we'll have to bring out something that kids like that can't handle."

Another voice responded from a small, purple sphere that floated in the air near the hooded figure. It was somewhat similar to the Sprites used by AcadeMMO, and its voice had the same mechanical twinge, though it was obviously female.

"Those children were inexperienced. No doubt they have stronger heroes available to them."

"True..." The hooded figure looked around at the remains of the Blights. "I suppose I'll have to do some thinking on this one..." With that, the figure turned and began to walk away, soon disappearing into the depths of the forest...
Fire Rat Extermination
The Fire Rat Taeion attacked only barely managed to leap out of the way, sliding when it landed on all fours in the oil. The other two, however, took aim and unleashed a dual Fireball spell at him. The oil all around instantly began to ignite, only adding to the growing power of the conflagration magic as the two projectiles rushed towards Taeion.

The dockworkers around him ran and dove for cover, the idea of a hose completely forgotten. The fire continued to spread over the docks, and the oil continued to ooze from now melting containers...if it got into the water, not only would the fire spread further, but it would be a major eco-hazard...

[Assistant]
Soka listened quietly while Hayato and the scientist talked for a few minutes. In the meantime, he looked around at the trees, plants and the nearby surrounding. He was still in awe of this new world and had so many questions.

When it was time to go back to the Academy, he nodded to the others as they went to the telepad. When no one was looking, he picked up a small tree branch that was on the ground. He placed the twig in his pocket and walked toward the telepad.

It had been an exciting first mission and he had learned a lot. Now he needed to focus on increasing his battle skills and maybe gaining a few allies.

While the telepad glowed with green energy, a look of determination and resolve focused on Soka's face. He thought about his goals for the rest of the week.

[User] Haruka smiled as the boy dropped down to the ground. He couldnt possibly steal anything from them now since he was bound. Haruka would have given the reward to the others anyway. It wasn't really needed for her to get something great out of it aslong as she got to train her skills some more. She called the command "Hide" and slowly went over to the beast its leg to cut it horizontal. She took a big jump back smoothly going over in two handstands before getting a good distance betweeN her and the bird.

[Assistant]
Hazel took note that she was called the 'Female Knight' by the summoner. They didn't all know each others name. Not exactly conducive to good teamwork. She would bring up the issue of putting names to faces in a few minutes, but for now the group returned to the laboratory they were protecting.

Hazel wasn't particularly attempting to eavesdrop on the conversation between Hayato and the scientist, but the D-Rank wasn't exactly being discreet about the matter that seemed to be personal. He's looking for someone. Family maybe? They're supposed to look like him, after all. Hazel wasn't at all opposed to prying into the boy's personal business, and planned to ask when they returned to the Academy.

As they made their return to AcadeMMO Hazel announced aloud to no one particular, "My name is Hazel, by the way."

[User]
When he heard about the Restoration function, John decided to undo the fusion despite his earlier decision."No point in risking this becoming permanent somehow." Immediately after splitting both the Cactus-Cat and Summoner felt exhausted as the stress of the unnatural changes to their bodies hit them.

The healing done by the telepad was great, not only did the scratches on John's arm disappear he also felt completely rested. After Hazel's introduction, he felt he couldn't remain unknown either. " I'm John and even though I haven't named him yet, this is my Summon a Cactus-Cat." He pointed at the feline Ex-Beast that was still around, since now it was time for John to keep up his end of the Contract.

[Assistant]
Taeion was once again able to avoid both of the oncoming fireballs, this time by quickly dashing backwards, the fireballs hitting the ground because of it. It seemed as though all the rats had poor aim. Taeion stood for a moment, silent. He was simply staring at the now paused Fire Rats, They too seemed to await his next action. He reached into his pocket once more, and pulled out two shuriken. Temporarily putting the ninjato back into his pocket, he concentrated. He held a single shuriken in each hand, with the intention to throw them. Taeion was by no means ambidextrous, although his training had definitely improved his motor functions in that regard.

At once, he threw the two shuriken towards to of the rats, he then quickly retrieved his ninjato, and activated his ability.

"Deft."

He charged at the third of the rats, the one which had first eluded him. His plan was to kill all three rodents at the same time, to prevent any further damage to the docks.


[System]
Class: Discipline Priest

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Gear:
weapon:

History: Witty, brash and carrying a world-weary sophistication about her, Alina is something of an anomaly in the eyes of the followers of the light. However, she has slowly risen to become a renowned Priest in the eyes of Stormwind...

Her early adolescent days were spent living in alley ways, stealing what she needed to survive from day to day in Stormwind. It was this lifestyle that led her to crossing paths with a Priest, only due to how she attempted to pickpocket him. It did not take the Priest long to sense Alina's affinity for the light, and offered to take her to the Church of the Holy Light so that she could gain a better understanding with the powers that were dormant inside her. However, her studies did not only consist of light, nor darkness, but rather, a mix. Her instructor understood that light cast shadows, and that darkness is defined by light. True discipline came from one's ability to balance these forces. And with this balanced teaching, Alina was able to grasp that the light is something that can be used effectively if she is doing what she believes is right, and so she doesn't act graceful despite being a priest.

However, Alina has an undeniable appreciation of the Church of the Holy Light, and though she may often question the teachings of them, her optimism combined with never-ending desire to prevent mass destruction makes her a valuable ally.

Why are you joining up with the Wardens: She wants to take action in the fight against the legion, and this was the perfect excuse to do so. She wants to use the teachings that she has learned and applied on several occasions for a greater good. Whether that is by afflicting minds or healing wounds, she has a vast arsenal of spells that she isn't afraid to use.

[User]
Alina wasn't entirely sure what the rogue's response pertained to, simply rolling her eyes and shrugging as she turned her attention to the wounded. Alchemy was not her forte, she much preferred to work with various cloths to create bags or clothing. She could not think of drinking some sort of concoction to heal you, believing it was a duty of the light or nature, not creations of Azeroth's inhabitants. And while she didn't particularly understand how they could brew something that started the healing process, it was far inferior to that of the light, or even something like a druid's power, or a shamans. Even a monk could channel their chi into soothing mists that healed those who were exposed to it, and it was far faster than that potion seemed to be.

Alchemy aside, Alina spotted an injured Night Elf guard, laying in pain with claw marks and wounds from what Alina assumed were the Legion's weapons. She would not be longer in this realm if help did not come, and so the Priestess slowly walked over to the dying Elf, placing her cowl back on as she got closer. Death was nothing new to her, but perhaps she try to stop it here, as she knew one of her jobs was to do so. As she knelt down to inspect the wounds, the Elf attempted to move to see the Priestess, but Alina simply shook her head no.
"Shhh... Be still. You fought valiantly, but your wounds are severe. I will do everything in my power to heal you, and so may Elune grant me the strength I need to do so." She watched as the Night Elf smiled, a glimmer of hope across her face with tears of gentle joy coming.
"T..Thank.. You..."

In truth, Alina knew her strength would not come from Elune, but from the Light she believed in. But she had studied the Moon Goddess, knowing fully well that the Kaldorei believed in her, so much so that it was hard to argue over how they had control over powers very similar to that of Alina herself. Perhaps the Light and Elune were not so different, but for now, those thoughts were shoved aside. Standing up, Alina began to feel the radiance of the Light surge within her, allowing herself to be the light that this elf believed in. Upon this elf she spoke a Power Word of Radiance, the light immediately transferring into the Elf. Alina did not hesitate next, this time sending holy light directly into the Elf.

It was a miracle to Alina that her spells actually began to work, watching as the light began to heal in a rapid manner the wounds that once plagued the dying Night Elf. Under her hood, Alina smiled, glad that another would start the slow process of recovery. The Night Elf's wounds were too severe to fully heal her, but it was enough to ensure she would not die. She would leave the rest of the healing up to another as she turned her attention to the group she had come here with.

She had no objections to heading towards their next destination, however a day of walking was less than ideal for her. But, she knew better than to question the wardens, even if she wanted to. Taking a deep breath, she nodded at them, slightly distancing herself from the others and waiting until they would finally depart.

[Assistant]
Sprinting over to the wounded temple guard who laid upon the ground, Nesalla managed to catch Thalion in the middle of attempting to steal the weapon from the guard who was bent over her wounded friend, desperately trying to tend to the severe wounds upon her body. "Stay your hand Thalion, or I will have to act upon your poor choice of judgment." As the Warden ran to the side of the wounded temple guard, she kept her right hand on the hilt of her own blade. When the rogue backed off, her hand moved quickly to the small backpack she had hidden under her armor. Taking a knee next to the wounded temple guard, she placed her backpack down upon the ground and quickly opened it, pulling out the same advanced first aid kit she had used a short while ago on Thalion. Glancing down into the bag, she gathered what supplies she would need to quickly tend to the temple guards wound, only managing to catch Thalion pour the flask of crimson liquid down the woman's throat.

"A fair trade indeed, your friend here is quite lucky to find such a generous Rogue." Nesalla let the two temple guards embrace each other for a while before gently pulling the wounded temple guard away from her friend gently, lightly laying her back down upon the stone ground beneath her. "Now rest guardian, and let me ensure your wounds are healing." The temple guard did as she was told, and let herself relax as much as she could. A few moments would pass by while Nesalla checked over the woman's wounds, not only impressed but thankful to see that the wounds were in fact healing at a rapid rate. Placing a hand upon the woman's neck, she checked her pulse and noted that it had returned to normal. "All your vitals check out, I will have the flight master send both you and your friend back to a safe zone upon the mainland of Azeroth very shortly. Until then, just let yourself rest."

It was at that moment that Nesalla heard Solares yell out that they were moving out. Quickly moving to her feet, she rushed forward in the direction of the flight master and gave her orders to send both of them to the mainland of Azeroth on one of her best griffins. The flight master insured her it would be done swiftly and to the letter, that was all Nesalla needed to know. "Solares, you said it will take us around a day of walking to reach Black Rook Hold. I think we should find a place to rest and regain our strength before heading out once more. We have wounded and I am sure some of us would like to at least get a couple hours of proper rest before heading out into the wilds once more." Solares nodded her head in agreement, "There is a druid ran inn not that far from where we currently are. I will permit four hours of rest and relaxation once we arrive, until then I want all of us moving." Without another word, the leader of their group started their walk towards the Druid ran Inn and Black Rook hold. Nesalla hung at the back of the group while they walked, keeping a close eye on all those in front of her as well as her soundings.

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"I am also fine by the way," replied Rina, passing by Solares at the front. Namely she had a colder look than before, as she soon walked alone. Obviously not liking something about them.

Starbreeze was currently boiling in her own mind. What were doing here, she would be likely more useful at the front fighting demons. Not playing around with her kin whom less accepted her.

She touched the slight wound on her right shoulder. It had dried up by now - Death Knight's didn't feel pain but they still bled. Well, nobody needed to care for Rina anyway since she was already considered dead by a few Wardens.

[Assistant]
Eantu looked over the survivors of the assault by the legion and then at his allies before mentally smacking himself. He was a paladin: Sworn to protect and defend others and he hadn't offered to heal anyone. All he had focused on was killing demons. Am I really so hate filled where the burning legion is concerned? Have I forgotten the oath I pledged when I became what I am?

He let out a sigh. It was better to start helping others later then to never do it at all. He turned to look at the Death Knight who had dried blood on her shoulder where she had been wounded. "Rina," He asked quietly. "I can attempt to heal your wound if you'll let me." He said carefully as he slowly approached her with his hands outstretched.

[User]
"I am Death Knight paladin," replied Rina, growling at his disunderstandment. "Might as well take a torch and cauterize it myself. It'll be less painful and torturing that way. Nor not reminding me, that I do not walk in the Light' path - like many have rubbed it in my face."

Rina sighed at that, ancient years of knowledge - and yet still they do not understand, that Death Knights aren't like many.

(Okay, one should know what Holy Light does to Death Knights in WC3)

[Assistant]
Alina kept a steady walk behind the Paladin and Death Knight, having done so so that she could keep an eye out on what she considered an abomination in its own right. The Light and the undead were always at ends, and while Alina herself had studied and learned several spells from the void, she often did not use them. To her, it was information, information needed to balance out the Light she used, and maybe even hurt those who were at odds with her. Unfortunately, she knew these spells would not to much, if anything to the Death Knight, knowing that the Light was a much more powerful tool against them and the legion alike.

So when Eantu told Rina that he could heal her, it almost made her scoff under her breath, and to a further extent under her hood. She expected a Draenei to know what the Light would do to the Death Knight. Sure, it would heal them, but it wouldn't feel like that. In the simplest terms she could think of, Alina compared it to burning them alive. A scorching feeling that you can't get rid of, and besides, it wasn't like that wound was going to hurt the Death Knight anyway. As she said, torching it would do less damage, seeing as Death Knight's don't feel regular pain.

Still, as much as she didn't want to, she couldn't have an ally be injured, not one who could be an unstoppable killing machine. They were deadly, she gave them that, but alas they were also the antithesis of what the Light stood for. Luckily for her, she wasn't going to use the Light.

"If I may be so bold, Death Knight, I could just as easily heal that wound," She told Rina, her hands becoming enveloped in spheres of darkness before continuing, "If you were a regular person, I wouldn't use this form of healing as it also inflicts pain, but, seeing as you don't feel pain and you can't be healed by the Light without burning from it, I'm willing to use the Shadows to mend you."

[User]
"If you think so, priest," replied Rina - she was atleast glad somebody understood her predicament.

Albeit the priest was giving her the same dirty look as others among the living did. Yet judging by her option to help, it proved to Rina that she was willing to work and not judge during their mission against the Legion.

"If you can help, that would be appreciated," she also added. A hint of warmth noted in her usually cold echo tone.

[Assistant]
"I didn't forget you Miss Rina! I just have to tend to the more seriously wounded first, then work my way down the line." said Nesalla from the back of the group. The Warden quickly made her way towards the Death Knight and now walked alongside her, keeping pace. At Alina's mention of using the shadows to mend Rina's injury, Nesalla remained by her side out of curiosity and care to see if such a technique would prove successful. "That is honestly a good idea, either it will work flawlessly and we will all learn something today or Miss Rina here will end up in extreme pain." Nesalla lightly nudged Rina in her left ribcage as a tease.

At the front of the group Solares remained silent and steadfast, leading her squad forward into the lush forest as the tranquil night slowly set upon the Broken Shores. It would not take much longer now for the group to arrived at the Druid ran Inn that was almost visible in the far distance.

[User]
How odd. Alina was expecting some sort of snarky or overly angered tone that most of these knights had whenever a priest offered them healing, but instead she found herself picking up a hint of warmth, something she would have never expected, from the death knight. It was certainly a different reaction that caught her off guard, but luckily she would have time to recover when a new voice approached the scene. This time it was one of the wardens they were traveling with, and she was most likely some sort of medic at that. After all, she wouldn't have mentioned tending to wounds if she wasn't, though her curiosity to see if Alina's shadow mend would actually work was rather normal. With the few times she had used it, it was often followed with some sort of lingering pain in the area despite being healed, one that often got her scolded for not using the Light, but she still used this technique on occasion anyway. After all, she found it proved useful when it came to torturing captured enemies that needed to be healed, as they wouldn't die, but would suffer as if the wound was still there for a short while.

So, knowing that a Death Knight shouldn't feel any pain, except if it is the Light, the antithesis should actually prove to be quite useful in healing her. After all, the pain would be nulled by how a Death Knight is just a walking corpse with thought processes, and if it didn't, then at least she was one step closer to not having to deal with them anymore. At least the pain, if it did occur, would be nothing compared to if she used the Light.

After everything was said and done, Alina simply nodded, allowing the power of the void to assist her this time. As the darkness coursed through her, she watched as her hands were entirely engulfed in shadow spheres, dark and prime to be casted. Aiming at Rina, she allowed these healing shadows to find their way to the wound in question, and only time would tell if it would hurt or not.


[System]
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Art by Merwild
Age: 24
School Year: 4th
Specialty/Apprenticeship: Combat
Magic Affinity: Hex
Magic Class: Hex with a side of Arcane
* Ryder focuses mostly on buffing himself with hexes and taking down his opponent the good old way of melee combat. He also dabbles in some arcane magic for the occasional shield and utility he might need. Though he's not particularly used to the much higher mana cost of arcane spells, which can become a bit of a problem when you also factor in his tendency to not be conservative with his mana in general. Good thing mana stones exist.
* Casting aide: Spear | Element: Fire

Home Country: Soria

Personality: Ryder is a calm and disciplined person, at home with falling in line with the chain of command and putting his pesky feelings and morals aside for the good of the mission. Or that's what he aspires to at least. He has a bit of an impulsive streak he aims to keep under wraps but nonetheless finds himself acting before thinking in the heat of the moment. After which he often resorts to second-guessing whatever rash actions he took and kicking himself over it, sometimes regardless of whether the consequences were good or bad.

Similarly, he has a habit of trying to keep his feelings in check in day-to-day life as well, wary of building connections with people even though he'd very much like to make some friends. Even though it may be a bit irrational in the current climate, Ryder has taken Soria's philosophy of the needs of the many too much to heart and is thus afraid of the looming possibility he'd have to put the collective above a possible individual friend. The uncertainty of whether he'd be able to do that is of course an added layer of scary. Everyone is expendable and it's easier if the expendables aren't important. Unfortunately or fortunately, Ryder's better at following his own advice when it comes to just himself.

Thus, Ryder can come off as slightly cold and stand-offish to many people as he tries to keep people at arm's length. However, he sees no gain in being downright hostile to people or making enemies so he's generally polite to most and open to lending a hand when needed. He's also rather averse to talking back to his superiors. In fact, he may or may not have developed a bit of a reputation as an ass-kisser or teacher's pet in some circles during his studies in Isunia.

There is one subject that tends to have greater success at making Ryder's discipline and defences around his emotions slip: Magic technology. Despite his choice not to pursue the craft himself, he's rather fascinated and excited by different magical gadgets, especially any he hasn't seen before. His first year in Isunia was therefore quite the journey of wonder and discovery. In general, Ryder's rather open to exploring new things and experiences if they catch his interest, he just tries not to be too obvious about it because enthusiasm is apparently a childish trait or whatever.

Notes:
* In addition to a flying stone, makes sure to have some mana stones rattling around in his pockets.
* A heathen who likes raisins in cookies.
* Has claustrophobia.

History: Born into a somewhat well-known and well-off military family, Ryder's path in life was always implicitly and explicitly influenced by the location of his birth. Growing up with tales of Soria's good old days and immediate role models in his family, most notably his older brother, the little rascal's sights were set on a military career from early on.

Despite being ten years Ryder's senior, Marcell didn't mind entertaining his baby brother and encouraging the occasional mischief when the strict disciplinary eyes of their household were away. As a child, Ryder wanted nothing more than to be just like his big brother. Marcell's departure for his responsibilities as an adult was thus rough for Ryder at first, but it also served as a great dose of motivation to catch up. Which he did do and then went beyond. He served his two years of mandatory military service and decided to take a chance at applying to Isunia before continuing his military career. Isunia was a milestone Marcell had also taken a shot at but wasn't accepted so of course he couldn't have been prouder when the little gremlin he calls his brother surpassed him in that regard.

Upon finding his affinity, Ryder's choice of class and later specialization was a no-brainer. It'd be a waste to go against what was in his very blood, right? He was content with following the path laid out in front of him. If he best serves the well-being of his people by putting his body through the wringer with close combat and hex-abuse, so be it.

Relationships:
Parents: Aidric and Farrow Drake
* On the surface level, Ryder and his father are on good terms. However, due to Aidric's domineering and strict nature, their relationship has never been particularly warm or close. Aidric can be rather demanding and not the most forthcoming with fatherly praise and Ryder would rather not disappoint him.
* Ryder's relationship with his mother is even more distant in nature. Farrow has always been more career oriented than a homemaker and probably wouldn't have had kids if it had been entirely her own choice. She agreed on one so she had even less patience with playing mother for the second unplanned one. They're cordial but overt displays or declarations of affection are not to be expected.

Brother: Marcell Drake
* The closest relationship Ryder has. Once Marcell was in his teens, he had a large hand in raising his little brother. Having grown up under the same strict roof with expectations, Marcell was happy to provide his brother what he had wished he'd had in his childhood: A safe place for frivolous play where messing up only nets you light teasing. They're still in frequent contact despite life and responsibilities having stolen a lot of their time and attention.
* Ryder nicknamed him Marcy as a child, which he was never fond of but let it slide nonetheless. He'll still let Ryder get away with teasing him by using it.

[User]
The 10 Masters of Isunia sat at a semicircular table staring at the images of eight students floating in front of them. It was the early hours of the morning; most students had long gone to bed.

"Are we all in agreement that it will be these eight?" Emmaline asked.

"I still think they are too young," Zayla said, "But they are the best of the volunteers."

"We've been over this a million times," Abindra replied wearily, "The other countries will be less suspicious of a group of students than they would a group of professionals."

"They are skilled enough," Sylvain said. "But not so skilled that we would have to worry about any one of them taking the stone for themselves."

"As long as Isac does his job properly."

"Excuse me! When have I EVER failed at this kind of work? These kinds of binding hexes are my specialty."

"That's enough! Are we all in agreement then?"

The Masters all nodded and Abindra waved her arm and the images disappeared.

"Then I'll summon them right away." Adrissa closed her eyes, sending out a telepathic summon to the students.

"Most of them will be asleep now. Shouldn't we go in person?"

"Not to worry. I made sure to make the message loud enough to wake them."

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Emrin had been working when the message came booming into her head. COME TO THE MASTERS' ROOM NOW. The shock caused her to knock over her third (or was it her fourth?) cup of coffee all over the notes she had been painstakingly making. Emrin swore loudly and cast a spell to dry the papers, but in her tired state, only succeeded in blowing them off her desk and scattering them about her room. Emrin sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. What time was it? Late. Or early, depending on how you saw it. She quickly gathered the ruined notes and stacked them in a messy pile on her desk. She'd have to wait until her return to deal with them.

Emrin entered the Masters' room and bowed politely, trying not to let her annoyance show on her face. Master Sylvain saw her disheveled state and grinned, "Another late night Emrin? I hope we didn't interrupt you." Master Sylvain was the only professor teaching Rune Theory at the university. He knew all of his students well.

"No worries, Master Sylvain. It wasn't important." She replied curtly.

"Take a seat," he said gesturing to seven chairs arranged in front of the Masters. "You're the first one here."

[Assistant]
Liah was sleeping quite soundly with her arms and legs wrapped around a large pillow, if one were in the room they could hear the soft mumble of her speaking in her sleep, along with an occasional cute snore. The snore wasn't her though. That was Rascal. Wedged in between Liah and her pillow.

Their peaceful rest was rudely interrupted by the yell in Liahs head, causing her to jolt awake and consequently… fall off her bed with a loud thud. A soft whine came up from the cold floor, and then nothing for a moment or two. Rascal, who was wide awake now… watched with its head on the pillow as he heard grunting, groaning and straining while a loud slap of a hand could be heard on the hard floor multiple times, as if liah was stretching for something while still on the floor. Then silence.

Another flurry of movement, Rascal watched as liah's legs shot straight up with pants on the end of her feet, groaning more as she reached up and pulled them down, tying them off once on. Before crawling to her knees and pulling herself up slowly. Her eyes still closed as she did. Now she was grumbling, irritated and uttering curses and whines under her breath as she searched her room looking for her warmest cloak. Tossing clothes all around her, some landing on Rascal as she did.

Finally finding it, she made her way to the door, slipping on her shoes while hopping, her grumbling now even louder. Rascal could hear now, "Why do they HAVE to..  She grumbled angrily as she pulled her final shoe on. "Couldn't they wait Just...  She said before opening the door and slamming it behind her.

Rascal let out a puff of breath before nuzzling under the pillow. Content that it didn't have to go with...

The door slammed open again "Oh no, if I can't sleep, you are not getting any."  She said to him as she pulled him out from under the pillow and into her arms. Then finally making her way to the masters room.

Opening the door with one eye open, as the lights were still too bright, she saw all the masters there, along with Emrin who was still standing. If she knew Emrin, it was most likely was already awake doing her research as usual...well, really she hadn't even gone to bed yet.

The masters and Emrin would have easily seen how Liah got dressed in the dark, with a pink tunic, tan pants, black shoes, and brown cloak. Her hair was a rats nest and hastily half way put up as she made her way from her room.

Rubbing her closed eye with her free hand slipping out from under her cloak she gave a short bow. Her annoyance was not as well hidden as Emrin. But it was under control enough she had stopped cursing well before she got to the masters door.

 "I just want to say, I'm innocent…of...whatever it is we were called here...for." Liah said cautiously. Clearly confused and still waking up.

[User]
It had taken Ryder some time of tossing and turning before sleep finally welcomed him that evening, so the sudden wake-up call wasn't exactly a pleasant surprise as he jolted awake. However, he only allowed himself a fleeting moment of annoyance and a single displeased grumble before prying himself up from his bed. Grabbing a collection of clothes from a chair where he had neatly folded them not too long ago, Ryder let his minder wander to the possible reasons for such a summon as he proceeded to quickly dress himself on autopilot. A mix of excitement, nerves, and dread coiled in his gut as he thought back on the mission application he had sent in. If that's what this is related to, then, well...

Focus.

Ryder cleared his throat, the sound piercing the quiet small space as he pulled on a jacket over his grey sleeveless shirt and brushed off a speck of dust or dirt that may or may not be truly there off one sleeve. Stopping to glance at himself in a mirror, he smoothed the few wrinkles from the front of his simple black pants even though it was mostly futile and straightened up the hem of his jacket. The core of his outfits tended to be dominated by practicality for a good tumbling around, accompanied with something discardable to keep him warm, but not too warm, and give him a semblance of formality. It was good enough for this sudden meeting as well. He'd be good to go if it wasn't for the persistent fog of sleep trying to cling to his mind. But for that, he had a remedy.

Running through the familiar calculations in his head, he placed a hex to boost his alertness on himself, forgoing a magic circle. He doubted he'd be needing that bit of wasted mana from the direct cast that night and he regretted nothing. This way he'd be ready to face whatever the masters had to throw at him without spending time guzzling down pots of coffee. So he had better not waste that saved time dillydallying around. Into his boots his feet went and he was out the door, jogging down the hall to make up for the time spent getting dressed.

Before entering the room, Ryder hurriedly ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it back and fix it in place the best he was able to without proper tools. Stepping onto the other side of the door, he acknowledged the masters with a bow before straightening his back, keeping his arms tucked behind himself as he awaited further instructions. Although, he did give the other apparently summoned students a glance from the corner of his eye, finding himself raising an eyebrow at the blue otter in one of the girls' grasp. From the looks of it, she had just grabbed whatever was within reach on her way out of her room, her beast included. He couldn't say he knew her or the other girl already present, which wasn't particularly surprising. But if he were to have anything to do with them in the near future as a result of this sudden meeting, he'd have to get to know them on a basic level at least. He furrowed his brows at that notion, redirecting his focus on the masters instead.

Getting to know people was dangerous.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Half-Saiyan

Fighting Style: None as of yet.

Abilities: None as of yet.

Appearance:

Biography: Born on Earth under a Human father and Saiyan mother, Kota was lucky to be born with a mix of the two races. Unfortunately, at a young age, his mother had ran out on both him and his father, preferring a life of a mercenary and warrior than a housewife. Due to this background, Kota was never taught how to fight at a young age. Instead, his father raised him to become a respected member of society, like most Humans. Ever since, he has only been to school, but lately has been flunking because of a feeling inside of him...the Saiyan's need for combat has driven him away from his schoolwork. Watching the legendary Mr. Satan and many other combatants in Tournaments has only fueled his desire for combat, the Saiyan side winning in his struggle. He now seeks a master to teach him martial arts...much to his fathers warnings.

[User]
Vanina looked up from her magazine with a surprised look in her eyes. "Oh, I'm up already?" She had hoped that she had more time to ingest more information about this planet and its inhabitants, and maybe even pick up on their fighting techniques to give an edge in the tournament. She thought back to the night before, waking up inside a crashed space pod with no chance of making it back. It was fortunate that the creatures living here weren't very threatening, not like the humongous giga beasts that roamed the surface of Vanassia. But when she learned of a fighting tournament offering local currency, it seemed like the best bet for survival.

The foreign woman rose to a standing position, walking up to her opponent who had already taken his position in the ring. The man was of average height with well-toned muscle covering his body, and seemed rather confused with what he was seeing. "Oi, is this some sort of joke? You think you can scare me with that costume?" Quite befuddled herself, Vanina scratched the back of her head with one set of arms and stretched with the other. "You mean my armor? This is no costume friend, it's some of the best equipment in the galaxy! Although I wouldn't expect primitives like yourself to know that." Realizing that all of Vanina's arms were in fact real, Gregory went bug eyed, taken aback by this bizarre display. Before he had time to come up with a witty rebuttal, the announcer started the match, and the two started to size the other up in a stare down.

Within the next moments each fighter had taken their stance. Gregory decided to make the first move, and delivered a flurry of punches. Vanina was able to juke and jive around some while also taking away the force of some by guarding with her arms. When an opening appeared the alien delivered a double right hook, one punch landing on Mr. Tim's jaw and the other on his chest. They would trade blows for a while, but for every hit Gregory would get in, Vanina would be able to double it. "It's a sloberknocker folks! Punch after punch! Blow for blow! And this strange woman in the ring seems to be pulling ahead!" Feeling in his gut that the match would end soon, Gregory lunged forward in a last ditch effort for victory, and fearing defeat, Vanina did the same. The two collided in a power struggle, and after a test of might, Mr. Tim fell to the ground stuck in a grapple hold. It only took around a minute of punches to the face for Gregory to tap out, signaling the announcer to call the match. "Winner, Vanina!" Satisfied with her victory, she gave a bow to the stands, and retreated back to her own seat, watching intently for the next round.

[Assistant]
Excitement grew in Jinshi's bowels as he peered at his surroundings in the prep room, although the contestant count was only 12 the stances and warm up techniques he observed some from some of them both surprised and amazed him. Jinshi's short bout of journeys leading to this place were quite clam and frankly boring, the Makyan felt a new burst of eagerness and excitement at the very prospect of battling some of those who graced his view now. To his right he spotted a giant of a man with a round stomach lifting weights bigger than some small adults, another contestant a women to his left struck the air with an unusual and swift technique Jinshi had never seen the likes of before.

Hearing a small crowd of cheers, Jinshi followed the source to a stone fighting ring, it's smooth grey surface complimented by the various ornament statues that decorated the facility hosting this small tournament. Finding a comfortable view point, Jinshi watched as the first fight went under way, as the crowd cheered Jinshi analysed every movement and technique used to the best of his ability hoping to see what he could learn. Although the match went for some time, it seemed clear to Jinshi who'd be the winner, the unusual looking person announced as Vanina not only had the advantage of an extra set of arms, it was clear she was trained in a unique technique to use them too! As the fight rolled on Jinshi only became more and more excited, he hoped his opponent is a strong one but most of all, he hoped to learn something that'd make him stronger, win or lose!

When the match came to an end the pale orange skinned Makyan cheered with the crowd from his position on the tall wall separating the preparation area for the fighters and the ring. Growing up Jinshi always loved watching the tournaments on T.V. but regardless of the fact that this wasn't near as big as the annual tournament, watching the event in person was an experience on a different level!

[User]
The announcer, awaking from his daze and tiredness, having watched and narrated the intense right, continued on with his work. "That was one beast of a lady folks! And trust me I know beasts, meet my in law!" he shouted into the mic. Hearing the sound of what seemed like a jet or something dashing around the arena, he put it off as just that, a jet.

"Alright! Next up!" shouted the announced stopping and looking down at his notes... "Er.. Seji! Versus! Kaptain Kaaaage!" the announcer shouted quite loudly, Hearing the last name. He seemed almost famous, though he'd never heard of any person. Regardless, the fight was about to begin!

Meanwhile, half of a kilometer from the arena, Dreyar had just finished doing quick sweeps around the around the arena, from the sky, before landing beside Mel and Manetta. "There's this weird chick with four arms, but everybody else looks normal I guess. I mean besides this one makyo I think I saw. The announce-" he would've continued speaking, had Mel not cut in with a loud "Shut it kid." then turning to Manetta. "Easy right? In and out grab the cash and whatnot?" she said, awaiting a response. The blue Namekian sat still, his eyes closed, as he felt up the people of the arenas powers. "Hem... It should be easy, perhaps slight amounts of retaliation.." Manetta said, beginning to walk to the edge of the arena, keeping from boosting his power at all, as it could possibly spook somebody within the arena.

"Yeah! Bustin heads! Gettin cash! This w-" once again, the boy was cut off by Mel, who was in the middle of wrapping her hand in cloth and chords. "Can you just shut the hell up for two seconds?" quite aggrevated by Dreyar's constant talking. "Fine.." he said.

[Assistant]
The fight amazed Kota more than anything. An alien with four arms, a brutal battle, and a climatic end! This was everything Kota could have hoped for! Looking around, he began to get a devilish idea in his mind. Walking out of the crowd, Kota would look for the Fighters waiting area, hoping to find a way in so that he could talk to the contestants. It was when he noticed some of the fighters leaving a building that he found the waiting area and sneaked inside.

The contestants caught his eyes with wonder, his eyes watching them with much respect and love. There, much to his joy, was the four armed lady that won the competition! Quickly, he approached her as calmly as he could, and poked her shoulder. "E-Excuse me? You are Vanina, correct? I'm a huge fan of you and your fight! It was awesome!" He said, smiling nervously. Honestly, this was his first time talking to a Tournament fighter, and he was filled with excitement and nervousness. His face began to glow a very light red hue, with a big goofy grin forming on his face, as he held his hands together in order to contain his joy.

[User] Vanina turned to the boy who had tapped her shoulder. He gave off a certain wonderlust that only a child could bare, and so it seemed rather unlikely that he was another contestant. She looked to him rather suspiciously, it could be a façade that Kota was putting on in order to seem unthreatening if he was in fact fighting, but this was all speculation at this point. At face value he appeared to genuinely be interested in Vanina and her bout. "A… fan? It was nothing really. Just a simple strategy to outlast your opponent and outperform. A battle of attrition as it were. I learned all about combat and fighting stratagem back home, and having not only the power, but also the intellect will give you an advantage that could push one to victory."

[Assistant]
Seji watched the events unfold around him, seemingly bored. He seemed deep in thought. He looked up once to see Vanina's ffight, but then looked down. He preoccupied with something or another, some seemingly important thing.

Soon, his own battle began, and he stepped into the ring. He casted a glance at the crowd. Not a lot of people.

Good. Crowds made him nervous. Never knew who might be watching.

Seji looked at his opponent. The man wore Sun Glasses, and was very well cut. He wore a pair of ridiculous basket ball shorts.

"You're about to get Kaged!" The man said, to the cheers of those watching.

"I rather think I won't."

The battle begun, and Seji waited as his foe approached. After a moment, Kage closed the gap and swung his fist. It bounced off of Kage, a bit of blue energy materializing to defend him, leaving the mage unharmed.

Kage threw more punches, undeterred, and Seji put a single hand forward.

"Zinthos," Seji finished.

Kage suddenly flew up, rapidly. Seji then yawned, took a step forward, and said a quick phrase. He raised his left hand, just as Kage fell. The man crashed into the shield, grunting in pain from the fall.

"Jotunka."

A burst of fire flew up, ejecting Kage into the sky again. Seji took a step back, maintaining the the shield above him.

The shield lanced out as Kage fell again, knocking the man upward and aeay. He seemed to fly, slamming into the grass outside the arena.

"Easy money." He shrugged and got off the battle arena, returning to the other fighters.

[User]
The announcer stood in awe at the man's ability to knock the other out of the ring without lifting a finger. "By God did y'see that folks? Looks like the only thing getting Kaged is his ego!" he said, a few claps and cheers from the small crowd.. "Ahem... Now then! For the next round! Daishin! Versus!" the announcer paused for a moment, looking around at the small crowd. "Fin 'The Tornado' Henderson!" he added on.

All the while, a certain team continued to walk. Mostly in silence, except for the occasional attempt at a sentence by Dreyar, only to be turned down by a loud "Can you not.", followed by a grunt from Manetta.

[Assistant] Android 12 looked over the contestants. There was the four-armed alien, the magician, the...er.....fan? A Makyan, and some random fighters to and fro. He quickly scanned the boy, the fact that he had a tail was unusual. Was he a.....? 12 searched his data banks. He might be a Saiyan. Well, in any case, he wasn't a fighter. He scanned the magician, and determined his strength wasn't in his fists or body. It was his magic. He might be able to counter that, and any energy that was used against him would be nice. Also, he had an advantage. He couldn't get tired. While his enemy was worn down, potentially from being drained, 12 would possibly be stronger than at the start. That would be nice.

[User]
This was by far the one of the odder 'lesser' tournaments Yoyo had ever been to. Going to these sort of events, or hustling idiots in street fights and bars, was the primary way she had been funding her travels about the world and keeping her belly full. While she was confident in her abilities to win lager more lucrative tourneys she was sort of trying to keep a low profile. Family wasn't exactly fond of the idea of her running off to be a wondering martial artist. They hadn't been super fond of the idea of her taking up the family martial arts to begin with. She didn't want to put her name out there, else her father or grandfather may show up to drag her home. Why they could continue to treat her with kid and not like the proper warrior she was.

Anyhow, back to her initial thought. The participant in this tourney were definitely not the normal fair by any stretch. Sure the occasional actual player or odd ball or two had been at the other competitions she had participated in. But for there to be this many odd balls, people showing signs of being above the average martial artist ( or the combination there of ) was highly unusually.

She may actually have to take these fights half seriously if she wanted to take home that prize cash. She really needed some zeni in her pocket, another she didn't want to spend the evening nickel and dimeing thugs in arm wrestling contests at a bar or back alley brawls. A wolfish green spread across her fetchers. Then again, it would be nice to have a challenge again. She began to take deep cleansing breaths and focus on the burning fire of the Ki inside of her. She had her own tricks up her sleeve. With an almost predatory smile, she turned bright eyes to the ring to observe the matches remaining before hers with intense interest.

[Assistant]
Aiden listened to her and stood there in silence. Was that really all it took? Just outlasting your opponent? It sounded almost too easy. Then again, he had never been in an actual fight before, so he had no room to really think like that. Either way, he was excited to talk to her. "Yeah, I'm a huge fan. Uhm...if you don't mind, I was wondering where you learned how to fight, hehe. I never really learned how and I've always been interested." He sounded nervous, obvious by the blush growing on his face. He was honestly embarrassed with telling her that he was weak, especially since she was a fighter.

Of course, he still paid attention to the fights, since they grabbed him so easily. In his mind, he began to wonder what kind of fighting he could practice. Would he be using quick and precise strikes or wide and powerful hits? His mind was beginning to go blank with wonder.


[System]
Universe: Ar Tonelico
Appearance:

Personality: Though she appears to be a cold person, Shurelia actually prefers to hide her emotions as a result of traumatic events in her past. This makes her serious and no-nonsense in her capacity as an administrator, though she longs for freedom and to have a normal life. Is a compulsive liar about her age and will never admit it even when confronted with the truth.

Powers/Skills: Coding - Shurelia has the ability to code in the various languages that the tower uses.

Grathmelding - A special science that she created which imbues items with supernatural powers (aka Magic). Even though she invented it, she hasn't had much experience actually using it herself.

Hymmnos - As a Reyvatiel, Shurelia is able to use her connection to the Tower to perform powerful magics in the form of spells. These can be used for offensive, defensive, and a whole host of other utilitarian purposes. She has a limited repertoire of songs, but it is theoretically possible to make more with assistance. Given her current location, she is unsure if this will even work.

Song magic works on a charge system. The longer you have to charge it up, the more powerful it gets. But there is a power cap to how far you can charge it up.

Exec_Suspend - Puts the entire Tower in standby mode, which is coincidentally how she wound up here.

Primal Word - Throws a ball of magic at the enemy

Ar Tonelico - The Tower itself fires a big honking laser beam at the enemy

Life Fill - Revives and heals the target if incapacitated.

Energy Fill - Provides elemental defense and increases elemental damage of those the spell is used on.

Blast Fill - Boosts attack power, defense, and agility

Full Cushion - Creates a defensive barrier to weaken enemy attacks

Medi Fill - Cures abnormal status afflictions

Sonic Shot - Fires a short burst of sound

Fire Shot - Follows the label

Ice Shot - Follows the label

Thunder shot - Again, follows the label

Gale shot - Fires a burst of wind
Brief Bio: Shurelia was the first Reyvatiel ever created, with her name coming from her adoptive father after his daughter died in a war. Early in her life she was installed with Parameno and Grathnode Crystals to connect her to the Tower so she could serve as Administrator, a very painful process. This was completed to some extent, however it could not be fully finished because a few years later the Grathnode Inferia Catastrophe took place, killing her father and leaving her in significant pain until it ended With him gone there was no one left who could finish the connections.

After the end pf the Catastrophe, Shurelia convinced the world to help her build the Silver Horn, a new Sound Science System, that she demanded never be used for warfare. She was made Controller and given command over the Reyvatiels who had built it. However soon after strange creatures began to attack people, and she showed the people how to make β-type Reyvateils to defeat the monsters. This succeeded, too well. The monsters were defeated, but to her horror people began to mass produce β-type Reyvateils for use in warfare, culminating in the creation of Mir, the most powerful Reyvatiel ever. Shurelia was removed as controller of the Silver Horn so Mir could be put in her place, which worked fine until Mir rebelled and tried to wipe out her creators.

The people turned to Shurelia for help and she agreed to do so, only for it to end up being a trap to do to her the same thing that had been done to Mir before she rebelled. Shurelia was rescued from this by Mir but at a tragic cost of life, and in turn she declared war on Mir. Together with the Teru Tribe, they were able to build the Crescent Chronicle, and with the help of the second most powerful β-type Reyvateil in the world, Lune, they were able to seal Mir away.

In the wake of it all, Shurelia banned the use of Sound Science, though she did invent a new system called Grathmelding to make up for it.

Eventually though Mir woke up, and resumed her plan to create a world for only Reyvatiels. Shurelia sent one of her most trusted knights, Lyner Barsett, to get the Purger Crystal so they could defeat the viruses that were trying to break through to Platina to free Mir. Lyner succeeded in this, and Mir was temporarily stopped. the next threat would come as Platina was taken over by Kyle Clancy, who almost released Mir. This tired Shurelia, and while she was weakened she was betrayed and taken over by Mir and one of her followers. Fortunately Lyner was able to separate the connection between them using an FFT Divider. However Mir's revival continued, and as a last resort Shurelia suspended operation of the tower, stopping Mir but also functionally killing herself too.

At least that was what she thought. Up until she awoke in a strange city she had never seen before....

Equipment: Linkage Armor - Serves as protection and allows Shurelia to communicate with the Tower, though obviously the Tower isn't here so that function is basically useless.

Others: Has absolutely no sense of direction. Fond of bunnies. Has an interesting ability to cook.

[User]
Rex Salazar
The people at the stand either seemed just as lost and confused as Rex was, or were too occupied with other more pressing matters to notice him. He stood where he was and continued to assess the situation, pondering over his earlier observation of the different individuals' wide diversity in equipment and dress styles. He was used to seeing people who didn't exactly look human, though. Some of them were even his friends. It looked like he was still on Earth, but he could not recall ever being at where he currently was. Could it be that they were on 'another Earth'?

A parallel universe! That was highly likely, and would explain how all these people looked so different from one another. He remembered witnessing a crossover from another universe once before. That was when he met that kid in the green jacket with that weird monster watch. Rex wondered if he had gotten thrown into this place too. Well, all these other people seem to have been anyway, or at least most of them.

His attention then shifted to a woman in traditional Japanese clothing who had just arrived. He immediately focused on her horns, his first thought being 'She's an EVO!', but then recalled how unsure he was of the current place, time, company, and... everything, really. This woman spoke as if she knew what was going on, and as some of the other individuals began asking about things he was sure everyone else wanted to know, Rex decided to carefully listen in, should she be responding anytime soon.

@Lmpkio @Raineh Daze @Flamelord @ACHTUNG @Tachi @Afro Samurai @VitaVitaAR @Rin

[Assistant]
— Square —

The Imass gazed around the square in front of him. The sheer variety of individuals dwarfed anything in his vast experience. With little exception it seemed that every person was from a vastly different culture, every one unfamiliar to him.

He was aware of the food, but that was almost not worth noticing. What did catch his attention was the mentioning of Champions.

"Is this a convergence? Power draws power. I fear that we might all have parts to play in the near future."

He mused to himself before turning to the trio he had found himself with. He knew little about any of the three.

"I think we might learn something about why we have been drawn here if we knew more of eachother. "

Daze@VitaVitaAR

[User]
In his years as a gangster, Gat had seen some seriously weird shit. Giant cloned killing machines, mass-produced by a rich french man to conquer a small city. A virtual reality where he took the form of a toilet seat with a laser canon. Breaking onto the movie set of that damn vampire show to kidnap the lead character... and that was just in the last couple of months. But, of all the ridiculous things he had seen, of all the ludicrous actions he had performed, surely this trumped them all.

As if he had walked into some kind of circus, a stunning assortment of weirdos and freaks appeared to have gathered around what appeared to be a food stand. A strange-looking guy kitted out in LARP gear with a serious skin condition. Dude looked almost dead. There was a strange lady with horns, and what looked like a couple of schoolgirls. A real bunch of weirdos, that was to be sure. And the dialogue.... damn, were they rehearsing the script of some b-movie or something? Speaking all ominous like that. Shit, what if he'd been transported into some kind of b-movie? Ugh, talk about a fate worse than death.

Nonetheless, it was true that Gat was now in a world he didn't quite understand. He'd been pulled from Steelport into this place through some strange means, and now he was surrounded by odd sights and people. Like a bad dream, if only this wasn't so real. Sighing, he walked towards the grouping, twirling his Shepherd handgun as he walked. Even if they were just a group of weirdos, people who dressed like that usually had something to say. Maybe they worked for some eccentric gang, or they were just crazy people. Either way, they seemed like the people to talk to in this place, if he wanted to get back home any time soon. Absentmindedly he wondered how long it would take to get home, even if he managed to get a hold of a jet in a place like this. Didn't look like anywhere he'd ever been before, so probably quite a while.

'Hey, hey, hey! I was just passing by, and it seems I'm a little bit lost." Smiling slightly he tossed his gun into the air before catching it again, although he refrained from pointing it at anyone yet. "So could any of you strange fellows point me towards Steelport? And maybe tell me how in the f*ck I got here?"

[Assistant]
Kino

Such an assortment of different individuals, a variety that Kino hadn't ever experienced before. Some of them she had already met, of course, but there were many others of all different shapes and sizes. One of them, the redhead with a spear and ponytail, was staring incredulously at Reinhardt, while a brunette who had almost seemed to crackle with electricity had now transitioned to focusing on the strange, horned woman who had approached.

"Did you make any sales while I was gone, Yu-chan?" she asked. After a moment's hesitation, the small girl behind the counter shook her head. The woman sighed, before her attention returned to the assembled figures.

"Yes, Champions," she began, "This would be the eighth time it's happened, if I'm not mistaken."

"Eighth time?" Kino asked, stepping forward.

"You were all brought here suddenly, weren't you?" the horned woman asked, "From entirely different places? And, to you, this city is abandoned, isn't it?"

She didn't wait for a response before continuing.

"Eight times prior, a set of individuals from across different universes were brought to this city," the horned woman continued, "I've lived here for long enough to see three of those eight times. Each time, it was because she was bored."

"Who the hell is 'she'?" asked the redheaded girl.

"The Viewer," responded the horned girl, "That's what she calls herself, at least, she's never told me her name. I haven't asked, because I already know she doesn't want to tell it."

The woman sat behind the stall.

"You are her latest set of champions. It won't be long before you can see this city's residents, and then she'll arrive to explain the rest."

She paused for a moment.

"... I'll tell you everything I know, though... if you buy some of my food."

@Raptra@Lmpkio@Raineh Daze@Flamelord@ACHTUNG@Tachi@Afro Samurai@thewizardguy

[User]
Looking around, it appeared that even more strange people had shown up to this gathering, such as the individual in armor, among other things. But she maintained her focus on the one here who promised answers, even if otherwise it seemed like there would be a lot to learn from conversing with the gathered individuals. That would wait for a later time, she supposed. Right now her own situation was the one that needed to be addressed.

Answers she did get. Apparently they had been summoned here by a specific individual and this was not the first time that this sort of thing had happened. Idly she wondered what had happened to the others, but didn't as. It was likely that they would learn about that soon enough. Either way, now they knew who the one responsible was. She would have said that the Viewer was Mir, but this didn't seem to fit how she operated. Mir would have been much more proactive in involving herself in what they were doing here, not playing some sort of remote spectator.

But it appeared that nothing else would be done if they did not buy from this lady. While annoying Shurelia decided that it was reasonable for her to care about her business first and foremost. She just hoped that they were willing to accept currency like hers, given that they were new arrivals in the city and all.

Then she remembered her specific problem that she had to deal with. She couldn't exactly eat while she was wearing her armor, and taking it off now would expose her to basically everyone here. Even if it seemed less likely that this was some trick by Mir after all, she didn't trust them enough to be willing to do so. She hadn't even shown herself to Lyner of all people, and he'd helped save the world.

But there was one thing she could do, so she moved towards the waiting stand as she accessed her inventory. "I have some Leaf to pay with if someone would like me to pay for them." If no one took her up on the offer then she would just provide compensation in the form of currency for what Kyouko had taken earlier. Well, assuming they were willing to take that kind of money anyways.


[System]
Age: 97
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: Mattias is a loner travelling the world to eliminate all hostile vampires from existence.
Backstory: In his life before leaving Alaska, Mattias found that he greatly disagreed with his pack's principles. That all vampires were the scum of the Earth, and that all humans were ruining the planet. He knew that vampires and humans were both capable of great evil, but he was also aware that where there was the capability to do wrong, was also the capability to do right. Mattias wanted to protect the innocent people still out there from harm, so he left his pack and began his travels.
Before all of this and during the Nightwars, Mattias was one of the few that refused to take up arms with Magnus against the humans, believing the former to be crazy and his plan absurd. He was ridiculed at the war's start for not conforming, and then resented at the war's end for being right. This only contributed to his self imposed exile from the pack.
Mattias often considered attempting to join Soldier, but deigned that tying himself to a set of rules might impede him somewhere along the line. He's still not certain if that is the right choice.
Personality: While Mattias has faith in human and vampire-kind, he is far from an idealist. He knows that people are inherently selfish, and that most vampires would sooner suck a human dry than attempt to coexist with them. He does however know that GOOD people are being made victims of violence every day.
Powers/Skills: Aside from the typical strengths and weaknesses of a werewolf, Mattias also possess greatly improved senses, being able to pick up the scent of a vampire and track it to the source from a significant distance away. He also boasts night vision and impressive hearing.
Equipment/Weapons: He's strong enough even in human form that he doesn't require much in the way of weaponry.
Themesong: Uhh… Eye of the Tiger? I actually think that might be somewhat accurate.

[User]
The pain for the most part finally left him, but the weakness it left behind was just as relentless in its memory. Mithias awoke to find himself properly bound in some kind of interrogation room that was eerily reminiscent of the ones Soldier used. His right arm had grown back, only to be shackled against the arm of the chair and rendered useless again. His body had healed enough to support vital functions, but he was weak. Looking down at himself, his shirt was still torn open in front, and vaguely, he recalled a young man attempting to save his life. Mimicking the thoughts of his most recent influence, Mithias regretted that his elegant suit had been completely destroyed.

A man, no, a vampire, sat across the table from him. He looked middle aged with brown hair and brown eyes, and his voice flickered between barely contained malice and the joy of a sadist's anticipated satisfaction. Mithias knew right away that, like most vampires, this one was another psycho. He couldn't recall much of what had happened, but he knew he had ended up in the wrong hands.

With dirty, blood encrusted and singed hair half hanging in his face, Mithias stared blankly at the vampire at first. Finally, the memory returned to him, and he spoke the name as it came to him, "Erickson." The Nightwars hadn't been that long ago, and Mithias had studied his enemies well. Deon Erickson hadn't been heard from for several decades. It appeared the slithering snake had survived.

"Do you know why I brought you here? Mithias."

Mithias briefly pulled up on his arms, realizing he was immobilized. He really was at his enemy's mercy, a very disconcerting predicament. Had he been someone else, he might have made a mocking speech about being here so that he could have his heart ripped out and watch it eaten before him as he died. ...But he really didn't have the energy for all that. Hunger panged him, and he focused back on Deon with disdain. There was a real good chance Erickson was going to end him. Mithias could only hope there was a some reason he hadn't done so already. Finally, the grey knight chose his answer. "Revenge. ... You want to kill me, slowly."

[Assistant]
Deon Erickson

It seemed it was taking time for Mithias to get use to being pinned the way he was. Truth be told, Deon would as well. The pressure in the room made it hard for any bodily function to work. Especially when your bodily functions were exposed for the world to see. Then Deon Erickson got the answer from his table buddy. "Revenge. ... You want to kill me, slowly." Erickson laughed at the remark. "Kill you? If I was going to kill you I'd..." He stopped to think about what he was going to say. "Wait no I would pretty much do this just to make you watch as I tore you apart. But no. That's not why you're here tonight." Deon stood up form his chair, though since the chair was apart of the floor it didn't move when he stood up. "No, at first I was going to bring you here to mindfuck you. Then send you back out into the world to cause some mayhem and distrust with the mortals." He paused, doing a small chuckle as he starts walking around the table. "But I couldn't. Which I find odd for many reasons. The first being, no one can totally block my ability, maybe resist it but no one can block it. Not even old bloods. Now granted I am smart enough to know not to do it to them because they can resist it and would get totally pissed off." He was now behind Mithias, continuing his speech. "I am guessing you have a gift that Soldier was unaware about. Which is good to know about now but that means I have to find a new way to cause panic within the ranks of Soldier. But no worries, I prepared for a situation like this. Though... they all involved you being dead."

Deon walked around to the opposite side of the table again, leaning on the back of the chair, looking Mithias dead in the eyes. "But I have other reasons to keep you alive now." He smiled, at his guest. "I know what you're thinking, I am some crazy psychopath that plans to end the world killing all mortals, well you're wrong. That would be the crazy thing known As Fergus O'Brian. But in about thirty or so minutes that won't matter. What does matter is that I don't feel the same way as our crazy friend. You see, I don't want to wipe out the mortals. I just want to put them back in their respective places as servants to their gods. The problem is the mortal to vampire ratio is not super good in our favor Mithias." He let go of the chair, getting close to the rebel vampire. "I do plan to limit their population again. To a more... manageable level. I just need you out of the picture to do that. You inspired too many vampires in the last war to join the wrong side. So now, I am going to let you sit in your cell to hear all about the new war well your mortal friends die. Then once the war is over you will be tried for treason. Then you will be killed very slowly and painfully. I can promise you that."

[User]
Awesome@BurningCold@The Grey Dust

The ambulance charged off, practically having to kick Lucan to the street to deny him a ride in the cabin. Thankfully, the other Soldier operatives were able to intervene and calm the freaked out youngster, nearly dragging him back and assuring him the vampire was in good hands. Promptly a caravan was begun, meeting up at the big city hospital shortly thereafter.

Elmhurst was a huge complex, their facilities top notch for the country. The ambulance had gone straight into the emergency entrance, but the rest were forced to park and filter through the main entrance. It was late afternoon, and the place was crawling with people walking in and out. The building maps were confusing, and even color coded hall markers failed to give any adequate sense of direction. Finally, they found the appropriate waiting room and their anxious vigil began.

Day turned into night, and the Soldier operatives had all left except one. Strangely, he wasn't the only one that had shown up concerned for the same patient. A metro-looking blonde in a suit was also present, gathering what information there was to be gathered. As the hour dragged on, the lady at the desk refused to give any solid answers, and it became clear that both of them had the same purpose for being there. They might as well talk.

[Assistant]
Katya flinched as she heard the shots fired outside the club, followed by sirens. fuck she thought to herself as the sirens grew louder. "EVERYONE BACK TO THE VAN. WE GOT A SHOOTER ON THE STREET" She yelled sprinting outside Ashley following real close behind. When they got to the van Sonja had already gotten into the drivers seat hearing the shots first being outside. A voice came over the radio in the Van. "Hunter Squad return to base immediately. Theres too much heat on your squad. The Merc and the Werewolf can continue to operate if they want to find out who shot up the civilians."

(OOC Sonja and Ashley are now Inactive being grounded in the SOLDIER base until SOLDIER can prove that they didnt shoot up the civilians.)

"Allison, you and Mattias are gonna have to find out who gunned down the civilians. We cant help out in the field until you can clear our names." She said into the radio to make sure they knew.

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Kate Porter & Liam Kelling | 2100 hrs | NYC USA
"Liam, you sure this guy will be able to help us." The short white haired woman said leaning against the wall outside The Cupid's Kiss. The man stood next to her took one final drag from his cigarette and quickly discarded it."From what I heard I'm sure he'll help us a little even if it is just with information." He said pulling his jacket forward a bit to make sure his .44 Revolver was still in its holster. The Woman beside him did the same. Their 'heavier' weapons had been left in a dead drop for them to go back for later. "Kate, whatever you do, Do not under any circumstance look him in the eyes." The man entered the club, his companion following closely behind. He made his way to the bar and ordered two light beers. He leaned over to the waitress behind the bar.

"Excuse me miss, is your boss in. I must speak with him, it is a matter of utmost urgency. Tell him a Mr Kelling and a Miss Porter are waiting for him at the bar." He said pulling down his hood, the woman next to him following suite.

[User]
The waitress smiled. "Sure thing," She said in a sultry voice, pressing a hidden button beneath the counter. "Mr. Cupid? There are some kids here that would like to meet with you. A Mr. Kelling and a Miss Porter." She giggled at the word kid. There came a single reply.

"Send them up."

Liam and Kate would feel a warm feeling run over them, somewhat easing any worries they may have. The waitress pointed at a flight of stairs across the room guarded by a rather big and rather angry looking bouncer. The bouncer nodded at the waitress. "Just go right up those stairs and take the third door on the left." Liam and Kate would comply, and the bouncer would step out of the way to allow them access. Once reaching the top of the stairs and going further down the hallway, the sounds from the floor below would slowly devolve into nothing more than a dull din. The third door on the left would already be open. Once entering, Liam and Kate would see Cupid sitting across from them at a lavish oaken desk full of scattered papers and old tomes written in foreign languages. "Please," He would say, gesturing to a pair of leather chairs, a rapturous smile on his face. "Be seated."

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Mattias wasted no time leaving the club, bolting out at speeds no human could possibly match. He struggled to maintain control as coarse hair began to erupt over his body, the night being the only thing concealing him from the eyes of passerby. The scent, the scent! Mattias stopped in the middle of an alleyway, lighting a cigarette. The canine like features plaguing his body would slowly fade away with each puff. There was no reason to panic anymore, the target was right here in the city.