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Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier

Weapons:
* Basket Hilted Broadsword
* Imperial Dagger
* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)
* Aged Pistol

Physical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt.

Mental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this.

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A conviction wracked Cyrdic, and an anger of fiery proportions filled his very soul. It was stark contrast to Camilla's reaction to the prophetic echoes of what had once been an encased Gunter. The sight of his friend Karl, now hideously mutated. His smile impossibly wide, with teeth not unlike the Skaven, glinting in the moonlight. It drove him to a state he couldn't quite control, so full of emotion and rage at their quest having come to naught, and Gunter as well...

His mind was filled with an unearthly howl that drowned out any whisperings the Chaotic energies within the Tomb might use, and even to Camilla's eyes, she would see a glow of silver along the fuller of his blade. "By Ulric and Sigmar..." he said, as Camilla dispatched the last of the Skaven. His voice did not have any magical enhancement, but the sheer determination nearly matched Theodric's pronouncement in weight. "I will tear the corruption off of you, if I have to use my own two hands."

Karl giggled impishly, his cloaked form wriggling within as if his body was that of a snake, or he had acquired new limbs. Either was possible, Cyrdic realized. If he wasn't so angry and encouraged to wrath by his sentient, Ulrican blade, he would have felt a sudden disgust at the thought. But instead it only fueled him. Thaddeus croaked a breath, blood spurting out of his mouth. But somehow Cyrdic knew he would live.

"You think you can save this one's body?" the former Gunter asked rhetorically, his voice a deep booming. The pits of black within his visor suddenly glowed, and two bronze irises appeared before fading away once more. "Your dead Gods will not aid you. Even with your sword, you cannot kill me. Neither shall I kill you. You are fated to die fighting one greater than I. But I can rend your soul and present you before the followers of the Blood God to do as he wills..."

"But not your little pet," Karl slithered, moving with a paradox of sluggishness accompanied with preternatural speed, gliding over dead ratmen towards Camilla. Her pistol trained upon him. "Oh, she is far too good looking for you, Cyrdic. Does she tire of you as you fear? Perhaps I could have a taste before the he who thirsts consumes her..."

Cyrdic slashed his blade across Karl's path. Almost effortlessly, Karl dodged the blow with a dance, though he backed away from Camilla. "Stubborn as usual I see," the figure mocked, a forked tongue slithering out into the light to lick scarred, broken lips. "When will you realize your souls do not belong to you."

"Karl," Cyrdic said, shaking. "I'm sorry..."

As Karl laughed, Cyrdic lunged at him with a ferocious leap. Karl widened his smile, opening his robed sleeves to reveal where he once had hands, they were now fingers of bladed ivory. Cyrdic missed with his first swipe, and with his next thrust as well. Theodric himself strode forward, hefting his runic blade. It looked as if Theodric would flank Cyrdic and kill him. However, a loud crack sounded from behind Cyrdic, the bullet of Camilla's pistol rang out and struck Karl. Though no normal bullet could kill him, it staggered him, giving Cyrdic the time to lop off his old friend's head. He hoped by his patron Gods that Karl's soul was now saved.

Cyrdic spun, meeting Theodric in a guard, blocking the hellmetal blade with his Urlican sword. Both blades glowed in a contest of strength, one God against another. "Feel your fate crashing upon you, mortal." Theodric/Gunter laughed. "Upon the throne of Skulls, you shall be sacrificed."

Cyrdic exchanged blows with Theodric. He sidestepped a swing that would have ripped him in half. He had fought Chaos Chosen before, but even now he was still in awe at their speed in such impregnable armor. The mercenary backpedaled in a feint, then suddenly leaped and crashed his blade down onto Theodric, who blocked it without a second thought and shot his metallic fist out. Cyrdic barely gave way with a twist of his body. If he hadn't dodged, even his granite musculature would have been knocked away like so much chaff. Cyrdic did not stop however, meeting Theodric's blade again, knocking it wide and take a swing at his midsection. He managed it, but could not trade it with a similar blow and did not press with strength, so as to dodge the riposte. Theodric's blade tore off Cyrdic's armor like so much paper, leaving a gash along his abdomen. Cyrdic would not stop. He-

"Upon the throne of Skulls, you shall be sacrificed."

Sigmar's Hammer. "Camilla!" He cried, and began to press the attack. Left, up, feinting low and attacking from the left once more. His stamina enhanced by his sword. "The throne! Hack at its wooden frame! Destroy it!"

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Camilla dropped the smoking pistol and tried to dash across the chamber. The feat was easier said then done however. The floor was slick with blood an spilled intestines from the slain skaven and she nearly lost her footing when her foot came down on a severed head. Unsure how she would damage the throne she thrust her rapier back into its scabbard and tried to pick up the halberd of a slain storm vermin. The course wood twisted in her hands as she tried to pull it free. The blade was pinned beneath the body of another skaven and it took all her strength to yank the thing clear. It was heavy and unbalanced by she took a few more steps towards the throne.

With a contemptuous flick of his wrist the brazen armored chaos warrior sent a triple headed whip of queasy light flashing towards her. With a scream she tossed the halberd and tried to leap aside but it was too late. The whip curled around her waist with a snap and lifted her into the air as though the was a straw doll. The energy coiled around her like a living thing constricting and tightening with each passing moment. Her leather armor smoked and charred although the thing gave of no heat. Desperately she reached for her second dueling pistol but just as her hand brushed the but one of the whip fingers coiled around her wrist like an iron manacle.

Theodric laughed his mad laugh as Cydric redoubled his attack. Rune encrusted blade flicking the Ulrician sword aside with almost mocking easy. Pain burned from Camilla's wrist and midsectoin as she tried to reach the pistol inspite of her bindings. It was useless. Fear and terror filled her and she began to thrash uselessly against the arcane bonds, knowing that anything she did would be too late.

With a roar like a mortally wounded bear, Thaddeus crashed across the room. Blood covered his mangled face and neck and his veins stood out like cables against his iron hard musculature. He lifted the massive greatsword above his head and bought it down like a giant driving a fencepost. The heavy Riekland steel smashed into one of the purplish crystals. The world exploded in a flash of light so bright that Camila could clearly see the outline of the Justicar even though her eyes were squeezed shut. Thing grew confusing for a moment and she found herself laying against a wall of the chamber. Dust rained from an open sky and her ears rang like Election bells.

Theodric was screaming in agony. One side of his helmet had been dished in as though struck by a warhammer and a single bronze eye blazed balefully from the undamaged portion. Of Von Eikenhausen there was no sign, though Camilla supposed the Justicar might be lying amidst the pile of bodies. The Chaos champion drove Cydric back, his pain had given him he fury of desperation and it was all the Ostlander could do to avoid being disemboweled. It was clear Cydric couldnt last much longer.

Camilla tried to rise but found her muscles wouldn't obey her with much more than spastic twitching. The remaining purple stone still blazed forth its hateful light. With shaking fingers she pulled her remaining dueling pistol free of her belt. It was a miracle the weapons was still their given the force of the blast. It would be a further miracle if the thing still worked. Shakily, she raised the weapon towards the throne. Half of it was crumpled and warped, the sconce that held the first crystal wide and gaping as hell.

"Ranald, aid of beggars, whores and theives," she mumbled, her hand shaking so much she was worried she would shake the priming powder from the frizzon. Theodric's head snapped around as though alerted by the prayer his copper eye blazing with hate and his wrist pulling back, flashing with light. Camilla pulled the trigger and the pistol barked, filling the air with noise and powder smoke.

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Cyrdic's blade slammed against the hellmetal sword in a parry, and shoved it to the side with all of his immense strength. He then grabbed the black iron arm of Theodric with his free arm, gripping it in his cable-like muscles in an attempt to disarm the Chaos champion. The servant of Tzeentch pulled his own free fist back, a guantlet with embedded spikes for tearing through armor. It was aimed straight for Cyrdic's exposed face, and the Ostland man knew he was about to die.

Crack.

Cyrdic was certain that was the sound of his skull breaking, but after a moment he realized the crushing blow hadn't come. It had been the crack of a pistol shot... He opened his eyes, and saw the Chaos warrior's visor filling with an ethereal, purplish light that held as much madness as the previous visions he and Camilla had seen. Even the seams in his black plate began to glow, and Cyrdic let go of the Chosen. He stumbled back, bleeding and wheezing.

Theodric cried out in a bellow of inhuman suffering. Within moments, Theodric was gripped by an unseen force, his form taut and rigid. Slowly, he was dragged back toward the throne, his form growing softer, almost transparent. The Chosen tried to halt the force, but his body was inexorably drawn to the throne.

You have not killed me. The Changer of Ways is my master, and holds my fate. Your souls will belong to those whom he has allied with. This world will be consumed by Hellfire.

The pronouncement dropped atop Cyrdic's sensibilities like an anvil, breaking the last of his resolve. "Cyrdic!" he heard Camilla cough, getting to her feet. The ex-sergeant fell to his knees, catching himself on his hands. Camilla practically skidded to him and wrapped her arms around him as best as her bruised form could. Before them, Theodric's armor was now encased upon the throne, and a whisper followed.

"They come."


[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

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Yvonne took a glance around as Sparky left cover and traded some shots. Oh boy, a barrier? That ain't looking good. With how Aaron being completely and utterly eclipsed by his brother in every single way possible, it's easy to forget that he's not actually a complete waste of oxygen and had House Delving's extensive resource to improve himself with. The barrier looked simple, but for such things it didn't need to be complicated.

The boss returned to cover soon after. There's the order to move, Yvonne didn't question and sprint toward the directed pillar, keeping her stance low in a zig-zag to minimize chance to hit. Were the enemies reloading? Probably. Would she make it easy for them to shoot at her? Hell nah.

[Assistant]
Henri could barely peek above the rim of the ledge from his current position.

He could see Delving and his men taking shelter inside the glowing dome-like barrier he was projecting from his sword. He was using some kind of gaudy looking claymore. The men under his wing were all wearing metal breastplates, but inside the barrier, they were beyond his reach. One of them appeared to be having a hard time breathing, and another was leveling his musket to fire at the group cross the waterway.

If the swing with the hook earlier had been indication, the barrier is what had arrested his prior attempt to smack Delving in the back of his damn head. Cowardly prig was cowering behind that glowing curtain like a smug little bastard. Well, There was more than one way to deal with somebody like him--- Like trapping him over here, and forcing his pansy ass to get his hands dirty himself to get loose. And he knew JUST the way to make him do it.

Timidly and very slowly, he rose from the water enough to hang over the side of the canal ledge, first the left side, to get access to the iron covering his hip and torso on that side. The heating would make a bright light, and that is unfortunate, but it may also distract Delving's goons for a moment. The heat conduction through his body would begin to boil the water still surrounding his right arm and right leg, still submerged where he was clinging to the side of the canal. This was risky shit, but it was necessary.

Work was slow and difficult, due to trying to equalize the draw of material from that side of his body to avoid having a total and complete hole in the reinforcement, and due to the heat losses from partial submersion, but he commenced work on construction of a melon or large pumpkin sized "sphereoid", with a complex dimpled and form-stiffened surface from the sacrificed metal.

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Aaoron counted that it had been ten minutes of grueling stalemate. Stalemate, the word itself felt exaggerated. Those imbeciles barely held their ground; they were helpless, desperately hiding behind the pillar like a cornered rat.

Even then, he thought about an alternative plan. Something his brother had taught him but he kept forgetting. But that day in the office had given him a valuable lesson, to always come prepared, and be introspective. And that had served him well today. That elven woman was no ordinary archer and the amount of destruction she could dish out in a single spell was staggering. But again, he had come prepared, this protection spell will not fail him. This was his signature, one that he had honed over the years. While his father always had a bias toward the old adage that the best defense is the good defense, his brother had told him everyone was born with different gifts, and he should just be himself and improve what he was good at.

In the middle of his self-admiring, the constable saw something was steaming in the murky water below. He stepped forward to peer at it and found that pesky tutor hanging for dear life on the rim not far from him and his men. He was holding a glowing metal sphere. Whatever it was, it revealed his figure rather clearly

"You! Sailor," he commanded, and the best shooter in the group responded. He lowered his musket, and Aaron only needed to point at the hanging nuisance below. "Put one between his eyes! The rest of you stay on your targets"

And he fired.

Henri's head jerked backward, indicating a bullet hitting its mark. Smiling, Aaron expected the tutor to slip down and lost in the filthy stream, but he was not dead yet. He glanced at them with one eye missing and full of vengeance.

"So, my brother was correct." He gripped his sword tightly and with his left hand, spread some of the light onto his breastplate. His heart raced, but not in fear. Anticipation! He was ready to pay back the humiliation he suffered that afternoon. "Come here if you dare, you renegade!"

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"I think not, Lord Constable Dickweed. So far, I count about 5 shots. How many do you have left? Why don't you drop that shiny little dome you are cowering behind, and come join me for a swim? Surely, one more piece of shit could not possibly pollute the river further."

Henri smiled viciously in the warm amber glow of the metal sphere, and continued his work. He positively SEETHED inside, thinking he had unintentionally tipped off the investigation to this sniveling little dog of a man, who cowered like a frightened puppy, practically wetting himself in his brother's presence. His opinion of who's head he would like to liberate from their shoulders changed identity. He would very much like to make this little shit squeal like the pig he was. To think, this little oaf of a man was one of the "Geniuses" behind the abduction of his ward, the erstwhile prince he had grown so fond of for his pluck and wit.

"Or are you afraid that you might get grime and dirt underneath those perfectly manicured little nails of yours? Clearly, never seen an honest day's work in their lives--Oh-- Or perhaps, since you're so salty, that you might melt? Hmm? Funny, how little rats like you always come for the cheese, isn't it Lord Delving? What's the matter, your big brother too busy to do his own dirty work today? Or does he not know where you are right now? Quite the pity."

He dunked the sphere into the water, where it hissed and sizzled, then filled it most of the way full with the fouled river water, then heated only the top part to seal it closed.

"I even went so far as to make you a little present. SOME of us pay attention when we read things in the library, and got promoted to the royal court on MERIT, instead of who their daddy fucked. Oh, I am quite sure you paid a lot of money for that gaudy little pig-sticker you have, but I MADE my shell-- ALL. BY. MY. SELF. Now, I feel I must part company, Lord Dipshit. I have a tunnel to collapse."

Henri then spread his core into the metal of the sphere, then willed it to soar into the air and nestle into the masonry above, seeking a stony overhang to tuck it behind, before slipping back into the water with a sploosh, leaving just his hand exposed through the water.

He began heating the canister.

He rather hoped delving would become so furious that he would drop the barrier and storm at him-- He'd pull that little prig into the drink with him and drown him right then and there.

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[GM Post]

"Wh-what'dya mean ther' lady! We know nuffin' bout no hunting ground, ain't that right Ingmar?" The first man stammered very suspiciously as his eyes darted to the exit of the room behind Matilda, before back to the orc knight.

"Very much so! It's against the law, yennow? We're all law abiding citizens 'ere! Long live the king and all, aye!" The second man nodded a tad too vigorously, already inching backward so that he's a bit further to Matilda compared to the first.

If the situation wasn't so urgent, these two probably could've make some hilarious comical duo.

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Despite the wrinkles on his face becoming more apparent, Aaron remained unflinching. Sure his pride was bruised from the south and from the west. Coward, crooked, traitor. Some were warranted and some were not, he didn't care, he swallowed them all whole because this tactic was his own tactic, and he knew its strength and weakness.

His decision to hold the line seemed to pay off when he saw four of his men arrive from the northwest tunnel. That elf peeked from her cover to shoot at the regrouping soldier but his sergeant's shield deflected the arrow and thus allowed his part to safely enter the barrier.

Deep down, Aaron was relieved it wasn't an explosive one.

"So what now?" He shouted. "What now you dipshit! I will have you all buried! And you can hide or face your judgment! Go on and make my day! Useless piece of filth! Do your worst!"

"Oh, you bet I will! I even went so far as to make you a little present." Barked the inhuman tutor mockingly, still hanging on the edge of the floor. "SOME of us pay attention when we read things in the library, and got promoted to the royal court on MERIT, instead of who their daddy fucked. Oh, I am quite sure you paid a lot of money for that gaudy little pig-sticker you have, but I MADE my shell-- ALL. BY. MY. SELF. Now, I feel I must part company, Lord Dipshit. I have a tunnel to collapse."

Looking up, Aaron glanced at the red, spherical metal things hovering near the ceiling closer to the entrance, right above their head. How that thing could have gotten there and since when?

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He had his barrier.

Still focused on the lingering danger, the navy shooter reloaded and aimed his weapon at Henri, but the Royal Tutor let go of his grip and splooshed back into the water with one hand still erected at the surface.

Aaron watched how that metal sphere glows brighter, but then, another unexpected thing came; a fletched shaft with a glowing tip flew from the south and hit the sphere.

Violent explosion shook that tunnel, shattering the wooden frame that supports the middle entrance and its surrounding masonry. Pieces of concrete and other debris started to fall from the collapsing ceiling, filling the passage until it was completely shut. But it wasn't all. A splash of warm and rancid mud befell them, the barrier might have eased up the temperature, but it was still crap, and he was full of it, now inside out and Aaron was wide awake when that humiliation occurred.

The constable coughed, swiping blood and a handful of black mud from his nose. The barrier remained undaunted however, in fact, it glowed even brighter... only for a few moments after. That instant strengthening had cost him a great deal of energy and imposed a heavy strain on his body.

When the barrier began to shrink, Aaron knew he was in deep trouble. A bit too late for that, really.

"Men! Retreat now!"

It was the sentence he never imagined he would say.


[System]
Username: Demon Shinobi
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Japan (Though she is half Japanese and Half Italian)
Role: Storm Guardian Candidate
Flame: Storm

Weapon/Fighting Style: Asuka utilizes a whip coupled with fluid, quick movements in battle. IN truth this was a weapon she was taught to use by her father, who used a chain sword.
Box weapons:
1) Catena Frusta di Tempesta (Chain Whip of the Storm) - With a grip resembling that of a sword and a 2 yard long chain topped with a kunai like blade at the end, this is the perfect weapon to accentuate her skill with a whip. This chain whip channels and can be engulfed in the Storm Flame at the user's will.
2) Volpe a Nove Code di Tempesta (Nine-Tailed Fox of the Storm) - A small black nine tailed fox, with white tipped tails matching it's white paws. It is incredibly fast. It can fire small balls from its tails made of condensed storm flames. It can coat it's paws in storm flames while running. And it can coat it's fangs and saliva in the flames when biting. All at the beck and call of it's master.
Appearance:
As she stands now, Asuka is a fairly well developed young girl. She stands at about 5'4" with lovely skin and a lovelier figure for her age.

In ten years not much has changed. She has grown taller, standing at about 5'8" and has grown more in the bust and hip areas, though no male (or occasional female) would care about that right? Overall, she had some what larger more accentuated curves than she had as a child.

Personality: Asuke is typically level headed and easy to get along with. Ever intelligent and kind, one might think Asuka is picture of perfection. She does not feel this way. She works hard and strives to be better when necessary. However, she is not oblivious to her looks, and figure and uses it to her advantage when possible. She can be manipulative, a bit of a flirt and somewhat teasing. But that is more so because she finds it fun and humorous. She can be a bit odd and random in her behavior, but she picks her moments. There is a time to play, a time to be serious, a time to fight, etc. etc. Still even with her confidence and somewhat flirty attitude, she is quite innocent can be made to blush if she isn't the one teasing, but the one being teased. Asuka is simply Asuka.

History: Asuka's mother was Japanese and her father Italian. How did they meet? Well her mother was the mayor of Namimori at one point. She was beautiful, responsible, fearless, and much more. She was practically leading the charge against the local thugs and yakuza. Of course, this lead to many wanting her dead. She thought it didn't matter, but others weren't so reckless.

Thus, her father was hired. A bodyguard for hire at the time, his strength was renowned. Even to those yakuza he was not only recognized, but respected for his skill and ability. This was no small feat. His presence brought along much more peace of mind. Even to her mother, though it wouldn't be admitted, at first. Still, as time went on and the two spent more time together, they would eventually fall in love. That love would blossom into the birth of a child.

After that, Asuka's mother resigned. With a baby on the way she couldn't afford to risk her life. And neither could her father. They settled in Namimori since he hadn't had a permanent of his own due to his constant travelling. Without her continuing her work there was no need to further pursue harming her or her future child. Besides nobody wished to cause more problems with Asuka's father.

She grew up normally. Of course, up until she was ten. Then he father began to make her exercise, work a bit a bit more and train so she could be able to defend herself in the case that he wasn't around. He gave her a weapon similar to his. A whip. It could suffice. She learned fairly quickly. Now she'd 15. Her parents are off travelling with full confidence that she can handle herself. She can too. Though not many know, she can fight fairly well. She can take care of herself and does quite well in school. She strive to maintain a good position like her mother did, and still does.

Other: The following are added information.

Hobbies: Asuka's hobbies include reading Manga, watching anime, studying, training, and cooking. She also enjoys the occasional online game and the very rare eroge. But that's a secret.

Likes: Asuka likes having fun, hanging out, making new friends and occasionally a good brawl if it can add a little excitement to her life. However, more than anything, she likes cute things, even if she denies it.

Dislikes: Asuka dislikes jerks and rude people, though can put up with them if she is close to them. She also dislikes killjoys and boredom. She isn't one to take well to being teased, as hypocritical as that sounds. And she doesn't like people messing with or insulting the things or people she cares about.

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Yuki had her eyes downcast the entire trip towards the shrine, she had to ignore Luca's words for now and continue with her assigned task, that is what it meant to be a professional after all. As they reached the shrine Yuki allowed her hand to part from Luca's for a moment, and as she did so the lanterns around the shrine burst into a ghostly purple flame before dying down into a normal warm glow. Her eyes darted towards the tiny being that jumped from the top of the shrine and onto Luca, her leg twitching ever so slightly as if in resistance to a natural reflex to kick the little thing!

"Your questions will be answered soon enough, Luca Yuuki. The rest should be arriving shortly right Miss Volkov~?"

Yuki's gaze glared towards the shrine itself, a figure that was hidden within the shadows finally started to move "Seems that way. As exspected they noticed the signal as well, this should be fun~" Coming forward Shi's tail swayedfrom side to side happliy, her ears even perking up at the sound of people approaching. Yuki and Shi stared at each other for a good few moments [b] [color=fff79a]"It is good you had fun dear sister~"[/b][/color] Though the air seemed tense for a moment Shi relaxed "I do hope you got something for me on your date, after all- WHOA!" Suddenly Shi was forced to duck to avoid a flying round house kick from Yuki.

"What has got you so mad?!"

Shi exsclaimed as she raised her hand to block Yuki's follow up kick, the two locked in a power struggle. "You interrupted my date with Luca..." Shi gritted her fannged teeth, riasing her other fist and bumping the top of Yuki's head "Don't attack your own sister out of such a stupid reason! Jeez... We have a job to finish, come on." *Thwack* "Uuuuuu...." Yuki was squating down rubbing her head from the pain of sisterly punishment but seemed to have been calmed by the mention of the job. Speaking of which Shi made sure to bow before the new arrivals

"Welcome, you all have such good manners to answer our call right away. I am Shiso Volkov"

[Assistant]
Samael | Shrine

As Sam arrived at the shrine, there were people there already. He had heard mention of the Vongola too, so this was most certainly the meeting spot. In his arms were large bags of food, he set it down and took out one of the small plastic boxes and began to eat as he spoke.

"Ah, Vongola business, am I right?", he asked.

"So, who'll I be killing today? Or is it protection? Do I need to steal something? Questions", he began. A jovial smile upon his face as he said all that, eating as he did.

"But really, have you guys tried the yakisoba? It's incredible, and the takoyaki, I found this stand that sold them with these mayonnaise cores, and they are absolutely delightful".

[User]
Upon his arrival at the shrine, a familiar, stubborn voice screams at Ren from behind him. The sudden killing intent surprised the young heir, with a quick movement of his feet, he side steps to his right to evade the attempt at grabbing him. The green haired boy was more of a nuisance than he had originally thought, perhaps getting rid of him was a wise choice. Before the hidden tanto in his dark yukata could strike at the pest with his left hand, other strangers-- ones he had previously seen, arrived at the venue, including the young Vongola boss candidate.

Seeing as there would be too many unwanted witnesses, the raven haired boy lowered his short sword and averted his gaze to the side. "............ Very well. If you wish to be enlightened, stay. But I cannot assure your safety for whatever judgment they may bring upon with your interferance..." After what needed to be spoken, the yakuza heir kept his lips sealed in silence for what was about to transpire.

A baby? No. He was no ordinary baby.... Being in the underground world for quite a time, he had caught a rumor of the seven powerful infants of the mafia world, their trademark being a pacifier hanging from their neck. Ren had been skeptical of such rumor until this moment, when one of them was in front of his eyes, in the flesh. The boy could somehow feel from the movements of the baby upon revealing himself that he indeed was no ordinary human. To be fair, a baby capable of pulling such a stunt would evidently be classified as abnormal.

From the tone of their voices, the figures who had appeared were not hostile towards his protection target or him. After establishing that they were involved with the Vongola, the Kanesada heir lowered himself on his knee, hand on his chest with a slight bow of his head. "Kanesada, Rentarou of the Varia, reporting for duty.... Though Ren is preferrable. I deeply apologize but an outsider has... followed my footsteps." The boy lifts his head to shift his eyes to the obnoxious boy to point him out to the two authority figures.

[Assistant]
It was Naoki's time to shine this leap of faith could help him catch a potential thug and with a single moment he face planted "To..much..pain" He lay there sore on his stomach and then brought his head up to see the man he chased looking at him. At that moment all of Naoki's self-pride was gone, so it was only logical to do the following he looked directly at the man who he heard name was Ren and stuck his tongue out. Naoki stood up feeling confused and forgot about Ten shortly after, as he seen a baby wearing an orange cloak with a red pacifier/dummy. He leaped to his feet and walked up to the cute infant.

"Hi name's Naoki how do you know Mr.Target? What's your name?" he didn't know why he asked the baby the questions and he didn't even know he was speaking to the great Fong. He reached out his hand stupidly to shake the babies hand, problem being he didn't know the difference of talking to a baby rather then
His potential target, adults, or people his age.

[User]
Asuka had gotten to the shrine as the group was forming. It seemed this hadn't been a simple prank. Not even in the slightest. She smiled. That was good. But now she had some questions to ask. As she made her way into the group she placed a hand on Ren's head as she passed him by. "Good to see you again Mr. Kasenada." She said calming herself as she messed up his hair a bit. "Though it is curious to think that a simple feline lover such as yourself would be here." The same could be said for anyone else, including her, but she was mostly teasing him because of who he was. Especially after her thoughts were confirmed by his introduction of himself. Though she'd no idea was Varia was.

"Now. Miss Volkov. Could I assume you share some relation with..." She stopped in her tracks, just near Shiso. What was that she had seen? She turned her head to glance as the baby with the red pacifier around his neck. She looked back at Shiso and then again at the baby. Her heart thumped. A-A baby... It's... It's... She tried to steal herself as she looked back to Shiso. However, she could not contain herself. She lunged grabbing the child, pulling him away from the young green haired boy. "So cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute~" She spoke in a cheerful sing song voice as she nuzzled the baby, holding him close to her. "Do you have a name?" She asked him. She couldn't help it. It was adorable. Like a plushie.

Surely she should have been more serious given the situation. She knew at least that much. But how? How could she stand firm and resilient when faced with this level of adorableness?! How could anybody for that matter?! She didn't care. She could listen and hug the small infant. Though this was a rare moment, especially for those who knew her personally, and engaged her during the school year or when she was usually fulfilling her more professional role and being her normal self.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: early-mid twenties
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall and lanky, fair-skinned, dark-haired, with striking copper eyes.
Dresses casually in a fleece-lined leather coat, a simple cotton shirt, and dark blue jeans.

Personality: As a default, he's quiet and doesn't like being the center of attention. If he is, his first reaction is to pass the proverbial buck to someone else so he can back off and listen. If he can't do that, he usually gives short answers to simple questions, or stream-of-consciousness rambling if it's something more complicated he has to work through. Morally speaking, his driving principles tend to be "Live and let live," and "Always pay your debts." That is to say, he doesn't start a quarrel if he can help it, but if he's caught up in one, he'll work to end it, one way or the other.
Despite Taylor's interpersonal awkwardness, he possesses a strong moral character, often stepping in to keep others out of danger. Upon learning of the cracks appearing in the worlds, he had set off on his own to investigate the phenomenon and learn what he could do to end the damage before it spread too far.

Bio: His origins are difficult to trace, even for him, as he's drifted from world to world for a while now. He often plies trade as an investigator or a gun for hire, depending on who's asking for what.

Powers: Enchantment -- Taylor's preferred use of magic is used to bolster himself in a fight, either by channeling elemental powers to bolster his physical prowess, or infusing bullets with those same powers.
Family: "My family thinks me dead. Let's leave it at that."
Friends: Not knowing his new compatriots, he's not exactly friendly, but he should be easy enough to get along with.
Sentimental Attachment: --
Gear: One pair of semiautomatic pistols, enchanted to reconstruct bullets in its chamber after firing. Each one is loaded with a magazine of normal bullets, specially built to take in his on-the-fly enchantments. He also carries pre-enchanted magazines, one for each of the four classical elements.
One pair of knives, prepared with a recall enchantment to return them to his hand in the event he's disarmed or throws them.
Leather jacket, enchanted on the outside with defensive arcane script that lessens the impact of most blows, and on the inner lining with a special short-range teleportation spell.
Tactical harness, prepared with magic to bolster his strength.
Shirt inscribed with a regenerative incantation to more rapidly heal any wounds he suffers.

Other: Extremely familiar with other worlds.

[User]
Fiona

Fiona Watched Ming lunched one attack after another while calling out the names of all her attacks she may not know exactly what each attack did but the names gave her rough idea of what to exactly.Fiona cut her wrist creating a blood barrier all around her turning her blood acidic melting the mini blades. Just then Mings shield flew past her and bonced back in her direction she jumped back as the floor become larva and landed on Mings shield as soon as she did she screamed as electricity ran though her body she quality covered herself in blood armor enchanted with a magic barrier protecting her from the heat and electricity. Fiona leaned back on the shield turning it to face the sun as she held on to the now vertical shield using Mings shield to block the supernova and fire blast the force of these attacks sent her and the shield flying back.

Fiona got back up and threw Mings shield back to her as she healed her wounds 'you where actually trying to kill me there. During a sparing match no less your almost as brutal as i am but calling out your moves will probably bite you in your ass sooner or later in this world."

[Assistant]
Things had started simply enough. Taylor had gone out to survey an isolated fracture out in the desert, having made camp on a ridge overlooking the site the previous evening. If anyone was going to figure out where they came from and how to close them, he absolutely needed to take a closer look. He went over his gear as he hiked into the crater, and as he got on the same level as the glowing fissure, he thought he heard a voice call his name. Which wasn't likely, as he hadn't seen another soul crazy enough to venture this far out into the desert, let alone this close to one of the cracks.

Then, Taylor felt the spell take hold. His first thought was that the fissure was pulling him in, but then the scenery shifted well before he reached the edge. He'd gone from the parched red crater, to a verdant walled courtyard, suddenly in the company of four other souls with him in the summoning circle, and two more outside it, an ogress and a... halfling of some sort? Leading him to presume one of them to be the caster responsible. Listening to his fellow summoned converse, some of them acted like they were part of some sort of game, leading the man in black to sigh in annoyance. The ogre outside the circle seemed to share his sentiment, suggesting to her comrade that she test him and the others in combat. Taylor didn't like that prospect, so he took a cautious step back, reaching for one of his pistols holstered under his coat, prepared to move if he were attacked.

To his relief, the draconic scion and the warrior maiden, both who believed this a game, followed by the inumimi, had leaped in to do battle with the ogress, giving him a chance to retreat towards the wall to re-inventory his gear in case he'd lost something in the summoning. "Weapons, mags: check. Runes, gems: double check," he muttered. Satisfied all his trouble kit was still with him, he turned his attention to the melee unfolding before him, impressed with the power on display.

As the battle began to lull, Taylor saw the halfling call everyone's attention and begin to offer explanation as to just what was going on. So she's investigating the fractures, too, he mused, the explanation putting him at ease that this wasn't some sort of sadist's game. "It all seems straightforward enough. No questions from me, Julia of Azroh," he answered as he made his way back towards the center of the courtyard.

[User]
Fiona

Just as Julia finished talking she saw another chosen try to sneak back to the group with all the excitement she had almost forgot there was another candidate she pointed to Taylor

"hay toothpick you really think you can just hide and avoid fighting and sneak back without me noticing? Get ready its your turn to face me don't worry i won't break you."

[Assistant]
Bahamut

Bahamut listened to the NPC and smiled, he looked at his fame and influence statuses and saw that it raised slightly. Then as expected, a name appeared on the screen. "Fiona" with her social status towards him. It was slightly raised, meaning that she considered him an ally instead of an enemy. They weren't close friends yet but that could easily change. He watched everyone else perform their trials and took in their abilities and what they could do. It was when Grace asked him a question that he started to pay attention again. "I'm no NPC. I am Bahamut, a Dragonborn Arcane Shifter class so I focus on magic that summons or transforms me or the items and objects around me. I can also heal, cook as well as craft weapons and armour for us." After answering her question on his build he turned to Ming and watched her fight. As expected she didn't hold back and could have easily killed Fiona. It is then that Julia spoke.

Julia gave the name of the world they were in and explained that they had been chosen. What was strange, however, was that Julia mentioned strange cracks that were appearing everywhere in all universes and realities. He remembered very clearly that he had seen several while spending time outside as well as on the news. They were too much for the government to cover up. Then Julia said that this was not a game and it was all real. Even saying she wasn't an NPC. That was very aware for an NPC and they weren't talking how a normal NPC should. Some things weren't adding up. Bahamut took notice of the fact that he couldn't leave until the mission was done. He went to his setting to check his log out capability, and as expected there wasn't one. This wasn't normal either. It was at that moment at Julia's came on his screen. She immediately saw him as a good and trusted friend and ally. The fame and influence bar was almost maxed already. Julia had summoned them and completely trusted them. She had no doubt that they could help. "Some things aren't adding up here. I do have some questions. Why were we chosen specifically? What made us so special? How did you know we were the perfect team? Do we know what are causing these cracks to appear yet? If not could we use the Library of Knowledge?" He asked a few simple questions to try and gain more information. If this was a game then it was going to be needed for the quest and if not, well then it was still needed either way. It would just mean it was much more serious. Either way, they needed to know these things. While he waited for answers he turned to the other person and slowly gave a nod of encouragement.

[User]
Library of Knowledge -- Courtyard

As the ogress Fiona called Taylor out, he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, and giggled nervously. "Eheheh... Could we... I dunno, not? I don't... I don't fight friendlies," he suggested. But by force of habit, he touched the places he'd concealed his weapons, ensuring they were ready for a quick draw in case she insisted. Somehow he doubted that Fiona was going to take "no" for an answer. "Or at the very least, can't it wait until your friend's brought everyone up to speed?" Mentally, he started running through what he'd seen during her bouts with the with Grace, Bahamut, and Ming.

[Assistant]
Fiona

Fiona listened to Taylor and had a good chuckle.
"Your first mistake was assuming I am friendly." Fiona passed for a moment and looked at everyone who was summoned before continuing.

"Julia summoned you here because she saw something in you that convinced her you could help us save all our worlds. Countless lives rest in our hands and you've been summoned to a world where demons dragons and so many different types of monster exist. THOSE CREATURES ARE WEAK AND FRIENDLY COMPARED TO WHAT WILL BE HUNTING US. Make no mistake if you agree to help us you will be putting your lives on the line and if you are not strong enough to handle the kinds of enemies we will face you could end up getting someone killed. At best you lot are useful pawns that can help us prevent the death of all live in existence at worse your dead weight. And I for one would like to know which before we run into trouble and if you can't keep up with me while I am holding back then you will be next to useless out in a real fight."

When Fiona finished her rant she pulled out her club. "Julia get ready to heal that cowardly little shit just in case I accidentally break him."

"Just so you know I can steal the powers and abilities of anything I eat and an ogres diet is mostly bugs animals and other monsters but I guess i don't mind changing things up every more and then. Im fact I'm kinda in the mood for a fat free chicken wing."

With that Fiona began to morph her body she grew an extra pair of arms a scaly bat like wings and snake like fangs. Fiona took flight heading right for Taylor while letting out a super sonic screech that would burst the ear drums of any normal human leaving them dazed and in agony. Fiona then shot out venom out of her moth aiming for his eyes hoping to blind him. After that Fiona shot out spider webs out of her wrist attempting to tie him up and pull him towards her. Fiona was hoping with the sonic scream and the venom shot he would be unable to evade her attacks but if he did she would simply adjust her aim. If successful she would punch him in the head just hard enough to knock out any human as if her used her full strength her fist would go though his skull.

[User]
Courtyard -- Library of Knowledge

Someone really didn't like Taylor's attempt to defer the bout. He was intimately familiar with this kind of rant, vaguely recalling giving a similar one in the past. As Fiona went on, he slipped a pair of earplugs into his ears, and reached for his gun, expecting to face the first strike when his guard seemed down. Then she started to transform, and he froze with his hand on the pistol's grip.

Okay, these earplugs are trash, Taylor grumbled internally as the ogress launched into the air and unleashed her mighty scream. Despite his complaint, the earplugs did their job, and the shrill shout was merely painful instead of utterly debilitating. He went down to the ground, but quickly came back up, drawing one of his pistols and letting fly a couple shots, deafening in their own right, aiming to punch a hole in one of her new wings. Momentum was enough to carry her through his initial assault, so he got up and moving as she spat out her venom, and while he managed to evade the caustic spit, he found his foot ensnared by the webbing she'd shot right afterward. With his free hand, he drew one of his knives, cutting through the spider web and got to his feet before Fiona could reel him in. "Ignite," he intoned through clenched teeth, and arcane script all over his outfit flared into a furious crimson as he raised his gun and pointed it at the ogre. "I know. This isn't my first time."


[System]
Gender: male
Age: 15
Parents: nightcrawler (dad)
Powers: able to control shadows and darkness to devastating effect. he can't always keep control over them, and any loss of concentration could instantly turn the shadows against himself.

* creating weapons
* flight(shadow wings)
* creating a pocket dimension

Bio: never speaks

[User]
A Moose
Brenner firmly shook her hand. "Hi. I'm Strange. Oh, wait that sounded wrong. I'm not weird or like that just, um, you know. Ugh that's my name. Brenner Strange." He considered adding 'Sorcerer-Supreme-in-Traing' on the end, but that was just a bit arrogant. He slid his fingers underneath the strap of his satchel nervously. 'Get it together, Bren.' He thought. "So, you like the flying, eh? Not as cool as a Goddam spaceship though!" He was about to take off, and do a bit of aerobatics, when he said. "This is usually the point where I'd show off, but, the cloak is glitchng out."
"I'm not just a cloak, Doc!" Whispered a quiet voice in Brenner's head. His cloak gave a slight tug upwards. He lifted it up, over his head, and slung it over his shoulder. "Sorry 'bout that little interlude. So, how on Earth did you get a spaceship?"

[Assistant] Tryla scratched the back of her head and smiled, chuckling a little. "Well, it ain't actually mine. It's my dad's ship. I've been saving up to buy my own though! I know most of what there is to know about space travel, not to mention the fact that my dad has been teaching me how to fly." she said, before chuckling again. She had the tendency to start rambling when she got a turn to talk. "If you don't mind me askin', what exactly do you mean by glitchin' out?"

[User]
Phoebe

Hurrying as she was, she didn't see the normal streak that accompanied Ryan's movements in speed. She steadied herself against him, and smiled. "Good." She couldn't help herself, and she reached up to sooth his hair back into place, "Gotta make the introductory speech, tell the new students what they have to do. And I want to see if Katherine's here too"

Phoebe had to finish up her enrollment too. She was cutting back some of the super classes, and starting her degree in business management, finding it a fascinating course. The fact that the academy offered the chance to do such degrees was, in her mind, beneficial to all students.

She smiled again, "I've missed everyone. Come on, I'll tell the new students what they have to do, and then we can go get breakfast or something"

With the graduation of Johnathon, Phoebe had volunteered to do the introduction thing.

Kaliinda
@pkken

Kalinda entered the school once more, emerging from the shadows. She was somewhat reluctant to return to the school, but knew she still needed more control over her empathetic abilities. She was steadily gaining control, but with the...strengthening of her empathy, it was getting hard to maintain control. Touch seemed quite...powerful over her.

She know wore a full skin suit, covering her from neck to feet, gloves over her hands. She knew the outfit was a little bit...revealing. So she wore shorts and a t-shirt.

She kept herself removed from the other students, but still she found that their emotions were over welming.

One girl appeared completely overwhelmed, utterly really, and she sighed, following the powerful emotions. Someone else was there, and Kalinda wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "Excuse me? Do you need help?"

Harry

Harry found a place were he could watch the going ons of the academy, the students gathering, and the buildings. Although it, Harry was sure to avoid eye contact, despite his glasses. He noticed a boy on a bench, who appeared quite displeased about being here. "If you don't want to be here, why are you?"

[Assistant]
Brenner mindlessly held up the cloak. "The poor little thing hasn't been right for a while, not since I was 14. I'm 20 now and getting by but he seems to be getting worse. It's like a computer virus that I can't get rid of. I asked dad, but he didn't know either. How to get rid of the 'glitches I mean." He did air quotes as he said glitches. The truth was Brenner knew full well what it was. It was that man from years ago, the one he lost the scrolls to. He had been trying to find the traveller ever scince, but he had just disappeared off the face of the Earth. Nobody else knew about the man, just Brenner. He put the clock over his head again. He slowly levitated into the air. "Let's see if this works, eh?" He started gaining speed, and before he knew it he was flying around the school building. He gently somersaulted to the ground. When he landed his cloak tugged him downwards, and he fell to the ground. He luaghed and extended his and towards Tryla. "Give us a hand would you?"
A Moose

[User] Tryla grabbed hold of Brenner's hand and pulled him to his feet. "You seemed to be doing pretty well until you landed. I can barely get off the ground. I tend think of flying as three-dimensional rollerblading." She said.

[Assistant]
Brenner nodded slowly. "I hope I was doing well. Very well. Truth is I can't fly with this cloak." He unclasped his cloak, from what looked like a strange eyeball-shaped clasp, but it was a real eye. "Hands off the eye, doc! Hands off!" Whispered Aggamoto in his head. He dropped the cloak to the ground and tried to lift off. "See? Nothing. I'm still learning to use to cloak though." He picked it up and was about to re-clasp the cloak around he when he held it out to Tryla. "Care for a ride? Not as cool as your dad's spaceship though, so you'll have to take me for a ride when you get your own. Spaceship, I mean."
A Moose

[User] Tryla looked at the cloak, before looking back at Brenner's face. "Thanks, but no thanks. When it comes to flying without a ship, I'm not very good." she said. To demonstrate, she activated her phasing ability and floated a few feet into the air. She wasn't doing too terribly until she got about five feet off the ground. At that time, she began spinning and flipping uncontrollable in midair. She wasn't exactly screaming, but more yelping. After a while of spinning and flipping, she finally unactivated her phasing ability and fell to the ground on her back, making a thud. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her head. "So yeah..." she said, before standing up.

[Assistant]
Brenner smiled, but he looked a bit sad. "Awww! Spoilsport!" He chuckled quitely, brushing off his Corduroy sweater. "Yeah, I'm sure if you pit me in front of a spaceship, and told me to drive it, it would break in 20 secconds. Point 5!" He tied the cloak around a strap on his satchel and shoved his hands in his jeans, absent-mindedly. "Huh, well I suppose we'ed better go find out what we're supposed to be doing, eh?" He looked around, trying to find anybody who could help them, he spotted two students who looked younger than him, but like they had been here for longer. "Well," he said casually walking over and flashing a handsome smile at Tryla, "They look like veterans." He walked over to them, and coughed politely. "Hey, lovebirds." He joked, "I'm new here and I just wondered if you two have any idea where I'm supposed to be going."
A Moose @Caits@Avanhelsing

[User]
Tryla followed Brenner to the two people, not completely sure what they had to do either. "Sorry if we interupted something, but we're new here and have no idea what the hell we're supposed to do. You guys look like you've been here for a while; mind telling us how this place works?" she said

@Avanhelsing@Erklings25

[Assistant]
A Moose@Erklings25@Caits
Ryan smiled at her as she fixed his hair. "I would be screwed with out you." He said eyes lighting up about the idea of breakfast. "Ooh... Thank sounds..." He said before he was cut off by the pair coming up to the pair. He was just about to whisper something sweet until they showed up. "Well. I'm Ryan Allen. The Flash's kid. Been here about a year or so. So you need to register and then you'll get your dorms. Oh. I never asked your names." He asked figuring that Phoebe could introduce herself.

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Cole looked at the other man and sighed. "It was either here or Blackgate. I figured that I was better suited for this place then prison." He said with a smile on his face. "I'm Cole."

[User]
phoebe
A Moose@Erklings25@Avanhelsing
Interrupted, Pheobe studied the two students approaching them and gave a friendly smile "Phoebe" Phoebe never really knew what last name to go by, so she left it at that, besides, the way rumors flew people would know who she was soon enough l "I'll be introducing you all shortly, in fact. Registering can be a little bit tricky, but it's fun too"

She shifted, taking out a headset and adjusting it, stepping aside. "Attention everyone! New students, welcome! Old students, well, let's survive another year! I'm Phoebe, new guys! And I'll be helping you enrol today! Behind me, in the main lobby, several computers are set up! You simple register and choose classes. Some classes are compulsory and will automatically be registered, these are power development and gym! The rest are up to you! We're all familiar with touch screens, but if you need a hand I'll be around, or someone else will be! You can register in a dorm room as well, depending on how many people there are you may have to pair up! Well, get started!"

She stepped back to Ryan and the two new students

---

"You could still go to prison, you know" Harry said matter of factly, "why was blackgate an option?" He asked, curious. "I'm Harry."

[Assistant]
Tryla smirked at them. "Flash's kid, eh? You as fast as your daddy? I'm Tryla, by the way. Tryla Qui-" she was cut off as Phoebe told the rest of the students what was going on. Afterwards, Tryla nodded in understanding.

@Avanhelsing@Erklings25

[User] Lance heard the directions "I think I better get going, I'll see you around" Lance waved goodbye . Lance began walking towards registration. He wondered who his roommate would be. Maybe they could become a superhero duo in the future, or his arch nemesis. He laughed at the idea, Lance made his way past the main lobby, "well doesn't matter I'm gonna make a name for myself, something I could be proud of" Lance smirked clenching his fist, his ring began to glow green. He walked into like and registered his classes. He wondered what electives he should choose.

[Assistant]
@pkken

Distracted, Maisie collided into someone. They looked young, so she presumed a student.
"It's fine," she gets out, her shaking hands hiding behind her back. Someone else approached and Maisie felt closed in.
"I do, actually," she looks to the girl. "I need to find your admissions office, or more specifically any faculty by the name of Ms. Fox." She unlocks her hands from behind herself, holding up a white slip of paper. Her hand felt a little more steady now, but she was no better.

Maisie was surprised two people already had approached her, she hadn't anticipated what coming to a school like this would entail. If she was sent here because of her animal oriented powers, did that mean everyone else who came to this school had the same issue? Or were theres different? The little drift in thought made her relax. She was supposed to be safest here, as the letter had said. Maisie just didn't know what to expect, or what to watch out for, since she couldn't remember what she was running from. Everything had to be kept on the outside.

Looking between the two of them,she lowers her arm, hoping either had a direction to send her. But quickly the boy was running off.
"Uh, see ya."

[User]
Brenner had remained silent the entire time, listening to Phoebe's 'instructions.' He gave a quick grin afterwards. "Brenner. Brenner Strange. Doctor Strange's lad. So you're The Flash's boy, huh?" He asked Ryan. "Don't tell me you're as fast as your old man? I would love to see a guy faster than him!" He chuckled and turn his attention to the main office. "Well I suppose we should be off. Nice meeting you, et cetera. Ciao!" He waved and then walked towards the main lobby, holding open the door for Tryla. "After you!"
A Moose @Caits @Avanhelsing

[Assistant]
Tryla gave a small wave to the people who had helped them, saying, "See you around, guys," before following Brenner. When he held the door open for her, she smirked. "Why thanks, stranger. Get it? Stranger? Cause your last name is Strange?" She said, laughing a little. She then walked through the open door and gazed at the computers. "Hmmmmmm....where to sit...." she pondered, scanning the room.

@Caits@Avanhelsing

[User]
Katherin knew where she had to go. She had signed up for classes at the end of last year so she was all set. She finished her breakfast and looked around. There were as many new students this year as there had been last year. She remember how nervous and excited she had been for her first year here. She would try to meet and make friends with some of the new kids. There was no telling who might be a future alia.

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Zack didn't bother with breakfast. Both he and Griffin were two nervous. Insisted they sat in a tree in the court yard and watched the other students. Normally he would be out there meeting people. Zack loved meeting new people. But neither he or his brother were ready to deal trying to blend in. It wasn't something that came easily to either of them. Besides it was almost time for first period.

[Assistant] Cameron wasn't much the type to meet knew people. He skipped breakfast, instead deciding to lounge around outside. He didn't trust anyone here.


[System]
Alias: Adrian Romano
Age: 26
Appearance: A tall man, completely covered in bandages, wearing a heavily worn trench coat and an old hat. His physical appearance varies, but if one looks close enough, they might see something squirm under the bandages.

Para Category: Alpha, threat level 3

Rumours have begun swirling in the back streets of Marlon, of a mysterious vigilante hellbent on revenge. A bandaged man in an old trench coat, prowling the alleyways to fight injustice. His hatred for the Lorne corporation is only matched by the ferocity of the rats he commands as they tear the flesh of his foes. Those who know of his existence often speculate on his identity. A man burned by a chemical accident, a parahuman disfigured by his own powers, and more theories thrown to the wind. In peeling back the bandages, one finds the truth - a mass of rats in the shape of a man, hiding the gnawed bones of whom they once were.

The Ratman began his life as Adrian Romano, proud son of Claudius and Rachel Romano, and brother to a number of siblings. His parents were high level managers in the Lorne corporation who had worked their way up from nothing, and Adrian's older brother also worked there. Adrian followed suit and sped up the ranks, hoping to use his position for good. Sadly, his rapid rise had attracted jealousy, and there were those already plotting his downfall.

Stabbed in the back by someone he trusted, Adrian was taken through the back streets of Marlon to die. They threw him into a pit, leaving him with nothing but the clothes on his back and a bullet in his head. Barely alive and in shock, Adrian weakly called for help, but his call attracted a swarm of hungry rats instead. Only a miracle would have saved him, and funnily enough, one came. The energy wave came from the tower, imbuing various people with special powers. This did nothing to dissuade the ravenous rats, however, and Adrian was promptly eaten. As they ate, however, they were slowly coming under Adrian's influence. The more they ate, the more they became like him. When they had gnawed him down to the bone, he was reborn. His will had been transferred to them, and there was no going back.

It took some time to get used to being a swarm of rats, but that allowed him time to get used to his environment. He became familiar with the lowest rung of society, making him lose more faith in the Lorne corporation. The shock at his situation had given way to anger, and now he planned against the corporation which ignored the plight of the poor and who had, in some ways, facilitated the betrayal.

When the Lorne corporation began their sweep, he was ready. Hiding their identity, Adrian and his swarm of rats became the Ratman, fighting the Lorne corporation and the corrupt government as best they can, carving their legend into the back alley streets of Marlon.
Blood ties
The Ratman's sole power. His flesh and blood act as a conduit for his will. By ingesting parts of his body, a part of Adrian's consciousness is transferred and the recipient becomes a part of him, allowing the effect to proliferate. The effects of this power are affected by certain factors, however. The mind control is strongest from Adrian himself, but takes a back seat to stronger wills. A secondary host exhibits weaker powers, but the effects are stronger if the secondary host infects another host similar to itself. This way, the rats of Ratman can create other rats for the mass. There is a limit, however, as if there are too many minds to control, some will resist the effects.

Those under the effects function as a hivemind of sorts, many minds making one whole.

Strengths:

* Infiltration and surveilance
The small size of Adrian's rats allow for discreet infiltration, and they can pass information around the hivemind.
* Survival
As long as one rat survives, the pack can be remade. In an emergency the entire mass scatters in different directions, maximising survival chances.
* Knowledge of the Lorne corporation
As an ex-employee of the corporation, he knows of some secrets. Though they have most likely scrubbed his credentials from the system, he knows other ways to enter the headquarters.

Weaknesses:

* Strength of many
The strength of the Ratman is the strength of numbers. In situations where they are outnumbered, Adrian doesn't have many options. Thus, he prefers avoiding large engagements where he can't just pick off targets one at a time.
* Human contact
The Ratman is a group of rats in a trench coat. While he can communicate through language, it's obvious that he's at the very least a parahuman. This makes communicating with non-parahumans difficult.
* Hunger
In order to ensure their survival, every member of the pack needs to eat. Finding food for a large pack of rats every day is a task in and of itself.

It was a calm, moonlit night. The bandaged man walked the back streets of Marlon as he usually did, traversing the maze of concrete with measured ease. Rats accompanied his every step, skittering to and fro, exploring every unturned rock and dustbin in their path. Suddenly, the he stopped dead in his tracks, prompting the other rats to follow suit. They looked at him with curiosity as, in a hundred little voices, the Ratman sighed. As the bandaged man turned to stare at the moon, the other rats turned to the sky as well. He wanted nothing more than to simply stand there, staring at the beauty of the world. It was something he wished for everyone, in some ways. But not tonight. He had snagged something on his information network, which meant he had work to do.

It was a quiet night, which meant that he could hear it pretty soon. Grunts, thwacks, and occasional sobs. The bandaged man turned the corner and found what he was looking for. In the alleyway, a man relentlessly pounded a scantily clad woman with his fists. Judging from the man's clothes, he was from Marlon's upper crust. The woman was likely a sex worker of some sort. The bandaged man didn't know their story, and he didn't care. The bandaged man knew him as a government official, and it was time to pay his respects.

His shadow loomed over the pair, and the squeeking of rats heralded his arrival. The man turned, his face twisted in anger melting into horror as it beheld the bandaged man.
"Y-You!"
"Me." The Ratman rasped.
The man was angry, but his voice was tinted with fear. So they had heard of him up there. Good.

He stepped forward with measured ease, slowly closing the distance between them. The government man scrambled through his pockets and withdrew a gun.
"Back off! Now!" He barked.
The bandaged man stopped stopped. A hundred voices spoke in unison.
"Don't bother. You'll only put more holes in my coat." He said.
The government man opened fire. The bandaged man's flesh shifted under his coat. Blood splattered from the holes that formed in his chest. The man grinned, but his triumph melted into confusion, as the being in front of him stood right where he was. His expression once again turned to fear, as the bandaged man brushed off the blood and took another step forward. The government man gritted his teeth and took aim, shooting at the bandaged man's head. 2 shots landed, and the bandages unfurled. The bandaged man put a hand to his face.
"Y-you see that? Get the hell out of here, freak!" The man yelled with renewed bravado.
"My, my. Look at what you've done to us." The bandaged man replied calmly.
He rose to his feet and 2 bloodied rats scurried out of his hand. His head bluged and shifted under the now bloody bandages.

The bandaged man took step forward.
"S-Stop!"
And another.
"I mean it this time!"
And another.

The government man turned his gun towards the woman.
"Take another step and I'll blow her brains out!" He yelled.
But it was too late for him. Rats swooped down onto the flustered man from the rooftops, biting down on his gun hand. The government man screamed. The rats at his feet scurried into his clothes, biting and scratching wherever they could.

It was over quickly. The bandaged man surveyed his handiwork. The only thing left was bones and clothes, the rest had been eaten by the rats. The woman had run off in the mean time, but he didn't mind. There was only one thing left to do now. He issued a command and a wave of rats picked up the remains.

The night was transitioning to day. In an hour the sun would rise, and the citizens of Marlon would begin their day. But there was no rest for the police, especially not with parahumans running amok. The donut shop was a popular place for them to relax, as it was open 24 hours a day. In other words, it was the perfect place to send a message to the right people.

A policeman sat outside the store with a box of donuts on his lap. He was the only one to see it happen. A mass of rats dropped from the rooftop, scattering as they hit the ground. The cop jumped up and drew his gun, but they were gone as fast as they appeared, taking some donuts for the ride. Left on the scene was the skeleton. The policeman scrambled to the car and yelled a report through his radio. He had served for a while, he knew what he was dealing with. The Ratman's eyes watched as the policeman howled his name with fury, dozens of pairs of tiny little eyes, watching from the shadows. As the sirens drew closer, they turned away and disappeared into the night.

[User]
William scoffed. "Okay, fine but I'm going to grab a drink on the way there at the very least." He started walking towards the door before realising he wasn't entirely sure where they were going. "Is someone going to lead the way?" He stood to the side of the door in order to let someone else go before them. He turned to the floating lady whose brother owned the clinic they were supposedly going too.

"So what's your deal, I understand Taylors reasoning for helping us out, but what are you after?" There was something unsettling about her, something he didn't quite trust. Maybe it was her abilities were an unknown to him, he understood that Taylor somehow absorbed energy which it could then redistribute. Whereas this lady? She could fly and create balls of light, what exactly she could do was an unknown and he didn't like unknowns. Never had, and didn't now. Especially these days when there was a mysterious figure sticking its nose in their lives. He had to be careful so that they knew what was going on.

[Assistant]
Darkspire let out a sigh. "My deal is that I need to find those who are against Lorne." Her masked face held a spark of anger. "As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. They will be stepping up in their attacks and with my only ally being able to only keep oversight on things, I need more." She drifted over to the doorway and floated past William. "If you must know who I am, the name is Darkspire, sister of one of the best men to have ever graced this city, Thoth." Her face darkened. "Due to the circumstances we were never able to recover his body, as I took off after his killer and it was gone when I returned, Lorne's minions surrounding the area. Their official stance is whatever he had was contagious, even after death."

She led them out of the building, her orbs drawing close to her. She palmed one, observing it ripple in her hand. "See, whatever their actions lead to my brother's death, for trying to help save lives, his dream. And for the that, I'll do whatever it takes to get him back and allow me to keep this life I've built." She looked to the pyrokinetic. "The Tower broke apart my family. Killed my child and brother. There is very little I wouldn't do to make Lorne suffer for what they have done. Then after that, well, I'll finish another doctorate on Spatial Theory. I am one of the brightest in my field. Literally."

[User]
Taylor supposed this would be the best it would get in terms of cooperation from William. At the very least, he did not seem to be so stubborn as to try to fight Taylor over it...not that he would have been able to do much to resist it. He was physically weak at the moment, and his abilities, if he was even in a state to use them, would only serve to strengthen Taylor. It was concerned that he might hurt himself trying to move around on his own, but for now, it was not going to stop him. It would just have to keep a few close eyes on him.

While it was late at night at the moment, Taylor moved cautiously as they followed Darkspire. The two of them might have been able to move inconspicuously down the street, if Darkspire stopped creating orbs of light, but Taylor certainly could not. Taylor was not only an obvious para, but would likely terrify anyone who saw it. They needed a way for Taylor to hide while they moved, but for now, it just hoped they were not seen.

[Assistant]
"Here." The Ratman said suddenly, from a rooftop.
He dropped a sheet onto the creature, Taylor. It was less of a sheet and more of a tarp - a thick rough green affair, not that comfortable but good enough at hiding for now. At the very least, it was better than nothing.

The Ratman jumped down, joining the group as they walked.
"My net hasn't picked up anything going our way just yet, but we don't need to help them find us. He said. "I hope this clinic of yours is... discreet.


[System]
Handsome Youth Zhou Yu
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
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[User]
"Oh Heavens!" Zhou Yu cried out when the blade of light sliced open a pipe and then exploded in confetti. Looking down, he noticed Bondi puddling. "Some strange liquid seems to have come out of this tube," Zhou Yu said off-handedly while he read the cryptic note that had come with the confetti. Zhou started when Bruno made another attempt at the glass, and was glad to see Benny succeed in calming the hulking undead axeman.

"A 'space' 'station', you say. Like a sort of...castle in the Heavens? It's massive! And it would seem our metal house and those chariot things earlier are all headed towards it. But if it is a castle, then there is sure to be nobility, and as a man of rank, you should let me handle interactions when they come to greet us. If they are men of honor, they will treat us with hospitality, maybe even answer some of our questions."

[Assistant]
While her face was permanently grinning, Benny's posture showed her relief when Bruno settled down.

"That's right, big guy," she said, patting his arm assuredly. "Save it for the Storm Soldiers, or Starship Troopers, or whatever they're called."

She then turned to see what Zhou was shouting about, then looked down at the floor.

"Okay, my memory's fuzzy on some stuff, but I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to do that."

She glanced up at Zhou, ignoring the strange splotch on the ground for a moment.

"Er...yeah, we'll go with that," she said, nodding to his understanding of the space station.

She went silent for a moment. Sure, she was blanking a bit on the proper term for the white-armored soldiers, but Darth Vader was pretty well-known in her world, and that he probably wouldn't be too kind to passengers of the Millennium Falcon.

"Uh...sure," she said, more than happy to let him do the talking, "but our mission is to rescue the princess, so...best to be on guard."

Movement caught her eye socket from below, and Benny looked down to the puddle, which was gathering back into itself and gaining shape.

"Oh, don't tell me this is a Flubber crossover too!"

[User]
The Millennium Falcon drew ever closer to the space station Death Star, now closing the gap between itself and the large rectangular opening the crew was being drawn toward. Their movement became noticeably slower, more precise, as they entered what could only be described as a dock for space ships. Out the window the four could make out two kinds of people. The first looked more dangerous, covered completely head to toe in some kind of semi-reflective white armor, holding black metal rifles. The second, far less numerous, appeared to be normal people wearing officers uniforms of a dark green and naval caps. Their chest had various colored pins over the heart-side of their breast, presumably to denote some kind of importance like rank. The green-clad officers gave orders to the white-armored grunts, and a squad of the soldiers gathered together, rifles at the ready.

The ship would only be moving for another ten second or so before it came to a complete stop. After that...

@Stern Algorithm@AwesomeZero5@Stekkmen

[Assistant]
It was time.

The time for war has arrived.
When Bruno saw the people, several connections were made in his head. Were these connections logical? Based on reasonable assumptions? Probably not. But he saw what anyone would be able to recognize as an army, and they had forced him to come to their sphere of doom. There was only ONE solution for this. And it involved, most predominately, the blade of his axe. He stood from his seat and gripped his axe. There was a sense of clarity in his mind. He walked past his comrades, over the strange slime thing, and walked determinedly to his destiny.

Due to the shape of the ship, he quickly ended up back where he started. This didn't seem to wane his determination though, as he continued to walk forward, holding his axe. He made a second pass after a short while.

Meanwhile, Bruno was thinking about how much larger the ship was than he originally thought.

[User]
Bondi slowly but surely had pulled itself back together from the puddle on the floor. It was now a more round form of slime that was tilting itself this way and that in order to test its balance. The skull that was on top of its 'head' would seem to likely move and lean about with it and it takes a few moments to seemingly readjust itself. Before turning to look at the rest of the crew or the rest of those that were upon the ship rather excitedly. It was doubtful that they would notice such an expression of excitement at this type of odd 'game' if it weren't for the fact that Bondi was practically bouncing up and down.

It remained rather oblivious to the people outside the ship at the moment. It had barely had the time to look at the crew members on board rather than those who were outside of the ship. "Hiii!" Bondi would practically shout but was mostly interrupted by Bruno walking over or past it, carrying an axe. Did they need to chop down a tree for fire wood? Bondi pondered, and thought about how it would rather avoid the fire with a bit of a shiver flowing through out its gel like form.

[Assistant] Zhou Yu looked out the window as the Falcon got sucked into the Death Star. He scrutinized the Imperial Forces, looking for potential weaknesses of personality or discipline that he could exploit. Bruno suddenly got up in arms and paced out of the control room. "Whoa there, big man, let's not be too hasty," Zhou Yu said, but Bruno simply marched away, only to return again and again. Out of curiosity, Zhou Yu followed Bruno around the circular interior of the Falcon only to return to the control room. "It appears that our axeman isn't very bright," Zhou Yu declared to Benny. It wasn't really much of an issue, sometimes, a dumb general was more useful than a smart one. "By the way, you did a terrific job getting this house to settle down inside this...castle," he added, assuming Benny had successfully steered the Falcon into the hangar. He went back around the interior again and saw what could potentially be an exit. he was starting to get the sense that everything in this 'world' worked by way of 'buttons', and looked for one to press that might open the door to the outside.

[User]
Benny let Bruno go, more intrigued with the slime thing that she assumed came from Zhou's lightsaber. It formed into a ball and bounced and jiggled. Weird, but she should expect this from the God of Chaos, shouldn't she? It made a noise as Bruno stepped over it, though the axeman's heavy footfall diminished a lot of it.

As Zhou left to follow Bruno, she got out of her seat. The slimy thing shivered. She crouched down to better be at its level.

"...What are you?"

Benny carefully reached one long, bony finger to poke it. Might as well be her; if it was toxic, she had nothing to worry about, and since it hadn't melted through the floor and "wore" a skull, she assumed it wasn't acidic.

When Zhou came back, she looked up, just gave him her permanent grin.

"Took you this long to notice?" she said, cheerfully, regarding Bruno.

She hesitated as he gave her credit for the landing.

We'll go with that, she thought, and not that this thing's stuck on autopilot.

"Lucky bone," she said with a shrug. "Never leave home without it."

[Assistant]
Bondi seemed to have fully pulled itself together for the moment so that was somewhat relieving to itself. Otherwise it might not be able to jump as high as it wanted when it wanted to do so. On the other hand it was somewhat disappointed to a lesser degree that very few had noticed it until Benny had approached it.

It seemed the skeleton lady had crouched down to face it. "Bondi la vie!" The slime would say excitedly and begin bouncing a little or rather seeming to jiggle up and down in an upbeat response to the attention and question.

As Benny reached out toward Bondi it tried to understand a bit further of what she was doing. "You're it!" the creature shouted in the sudden false realization, or perhaps simply to drag her into the game. Bondi would quickly react by morphing and shaping its body to curve away from the bony finger, before trying to make its quick get away if successful! Letting out a chuckle, and a smile, if an absence of goop below the jaw area counted as a smile that is!

[User]
While Bruno seemed to be content wandering aimlessly pretending he had a goal in mind, while Benny and Bondi were playing with one another, Zhou was not so dissuaded from approaching their task head on. He looked the soldiers over through the viewing glass, sizing up the, what did Benny call them again? Starship Troopers? She didn't seem too certain of the name herself, but Zhou's tactically trained mind could look these soldiers over for as much as could be revealed through that all-encompassing armor. They were well trained, highly disciplined forces to be sure. Such could be gleaned from body language alone. Beyond that, it was difficult to tell, since their armor meant that not a single bit of the human inside was visible. The officers, however, were another sort, far easier to read. Also highly disciplined, but unlike the troopers they had a more... Arrogant feel about them. Pompous, even. The kind of air you felt around those that believed them to be your superior in every way and had no quarrel with letting you know through all the little things they'd say and do.

Upon reaching the interior of the ship and looking for an exit, the Chinese legend quickly located something. Was it what he wanted? Perhaps. It was certainly a button, and it was positioned near what appeared to be a potential opening in the wall. Before this theory could be tested, however, there was a knock. Aha, so it was a door!

"This is Lieutenant Quary of the Galactic Imperial Naval Forces. You are an unauthorized craft in restricted space. Prepare to peacefully relinquish yourselves into my custody so that we can perform a full security sweep of your ship and confiscate it."

@LePouvantail@Stern Algorithm@Stekkmen

[Assistant]
Zhou Yu assessed the troops and officers, seeing discipline in the former, and arrogance in the latter. Both could be manipulated if one played their cards right.

As he searched for a door, he found a button, glancing back towards the control room and casually noting Benny playing with Bondi. "It speaks," Zhou Yu thought, surprised that he no longer felt surprised that a green blob could communicate better than a dead axeman.

When lieutenant Quary made his demands, Zhou Yu introduced himself by shouting through the door, "I am Grand General Zhou Yu of the Kingdom of Wu. We are preparing to relinquish ourselves peacefully into your custody. I do however request to be greeted by someone of my equivalent rank as per custom. If someone cannot be found, then the closest thing you have to nobility will suffice. I am preparing to open the door now." Zhou Yu pressed the button and prayed to the gods that it was the control to the door.