[System]
Alias: Figment

Position: Student (Grade 11)

Abilities/powers:

Main power:
Subconscious matter manipulation- an ability only usable whilst asleep, this power allows the user to warp surrounding matter in a way so that it corresponds to the contents of the users dreams. For example, if the user has a dream that their purse came to life and tried eating people, then their purse would indeed do so. Likewise, if their dream involved their pillow turning into spiders and crawling everywhere, said transformation would happen. The manipulations can only last so long as the user is unconscious, and automatically returns to normal once they wake up.

Supporting/Minor abilities:
REM sleep control- Hastens or delays the REM sleep cycle, meaning that a person can dream right as they fall unconscious

Dream control- though not refined, this ability allows a user to lucidly dream and somewhat manipulate the contents of their dreams. The current level of skill for this character is at a stage in which they can wake themselves up from a potentially dangerous nightmare or somewhat control what things in their dreams do, but not choose what changes in their dreams (for example, if a fish turns into a mermaid, the person dreaming can propose to this new mermaid in the dream that they should watch TV or do something non destructive).

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 16/ July 12, 1983

General appearance: She's a puff. Her hair is a pitch black matted mess, and it's a question to ask if she keeps it brushed. It reaches a little bit lower than the middle of her back, and attempting to brush it will leave you with a broken brush and even more broken hopes. She looks constantly tired, and you'll notice the rings under her eyes before anything else about her. Her eyes themselves are an orangey-brown colour. She's roughly 5 foot 3, and will glare anyone down that comments on her height in any size, shape or form. She doesn't wear any makeup, leaving her scraggly hair and bagged eyes looking perpetually like she just woke up, or stayed up all night writing a ten page philosophy paper on human knowledge. Most of the time indoors you'll be able to catch her in PJ's, specifically pink ones with little white dragons scattered on them in a pattern and a pair of comfy, fluffy pink slippers. When she's required to look semi decent for going outside, her go to attire for any kind of weather is a baggy white sweater, black sweatpants, some black sneakers and a yellow purse that holds various snacks and plush toys. If it is far too hot out for the sweater (a fact she will rarely admit to), she switches to a white t shirt instead. She almost always has coffee on her, and the rare case she's without she's usually looking for more.

Additional Appearance/costume: Currently, she has no combat suit or costume. However, she will try passing off wearing pj's as a combat costume, simply because they're comfortable.

Personality: It is pretty easy to label Bonny as a mean or insensitive person, though she is far from. Her near constant exhaustion makes her rather snippy, and what she passes off as a playful comment or joke could be taken as an insult from how she presents it. She's rather sarcastic and almost always sounds tired, portraying a figure of someone that doesn't care about anything going on around them. Though she will rarely directly insult someone, she'll passive agressivley snip at them if they're behaving in a way she sees as inappropriate or annoying. She will make jokes in the most deadpan of voices so that the presentation itself is more entertaining than whatever she said. It's rather hard to legitimately anger her, though not so hard to irritate her. When angered or offended, she chooses silence and glares to get her anger across. When she isn't sassing someone for something they've said, she just sounds tired and is pretty chill and sociable. Might even smile and crack a non sassy joke and try to start up conversation. Though at first she can come off as slightly insensitive due to her easy to irritate temper and nearly boundless sass (not to mention she looks exhausted almost constantly), if you spend the time to get to know her you'll find that a lot of her passive joking isn't to offend or harm, and that she's a good friend who adores hugs and will try to cheer you up by distracting you from the problem. Very scared of needles and thunderstorms, and she wasn't heavily brought up into any religion.

Special Skills: She took theater in her old high school so she can sing and act, and she's rather good at baking from her grandmother teaching her.

Place of birth: Ontario, Canada.

Weapon(s) of choice: N/A

Medical information: Other than running on three to five hours of sleep a day and the amount of caffeine she consumes, Bonny is overall pretty healthy. Not a bodybuilder by far, but she does keep in relative shape. She does have asthma, however, so activity is limited to a degree.

Brief History: Bonny spent a large portion of her life in Canada with her parents, with her Grandmother living in the USA. Neither of her parents were mutants, but her grandmother on her mothers side was. Her parents didn't necessarily hate mutants (they had them in the family, after all), but they weren't the most supportive family when Bonnys powers came in. Especially not at first, when her dreams caused havoc in the house and nightmares became dangerous for them to live through. Pressured from putting up with rampant powers and slightly fearful for their safety, Bonnys parents sent them to her grandmother. She moved when she was 14, and although her grandmother was helpful and kind in helping Bonny learn basic control of her powers, the two both knew she'd have to learn them seriously in case they went haywire. So, when the letter arrived in the mail, both of them were excited for the chance for Bonny to go to the institute.

Relatives: She lives/lived with her grandmother, and she isn't in strong contact with her parents or many other people in her family. Her grandmother is her first go to place, and likewise her only go to place for family.

[User]
Professor McCoy watched as shawn, Titania, and the other students filed into his classroom. It was nice to see them all again, some for the second time that day. It was now his science class. Hank dealt more with chemistry and physics, while forge handled the mechanical sciences. He was fine with that. Forge definitely knew what he was doing, and it was for the best that they stuck to what they knew best when it take to teaching young men and women.

"Welcome, welcome." He greeted them as they came through his doors. "Who's ready to continue learning about the atmosphere?"

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"Anyoung haseyo." Doug Ramsey smiled at the young Heidi Williams as she entered his classroom. She was maybe the only person who could rival him in terms of language use and mastery. Her cognitive ability has his under an umbrella, but that wasn't to say it was a bad thing. As Heidi surely knew, knowing many languages became a curse when you could translate them instantly. Overhearing conversations in other languages what weren't meant for your ears. It was almost uncomfortable for Doug at times.

"As some of you may have guessed. Since our French lessons were surprisingly short, good job guys, we're going to be starting our second semester language a little early."

Doug was a little weird in the way he taught his class. He normally only focused on a specific language for only about a semester. He did teach Japanese and Chinese as extra classes after school hours due to the size and scale of the languages, but he wanted to make sure that he taught everyone a language well enough to get them started on it. Anything pass language 1 would be an extra class outside of his normal one.

"We're going to be starting Korean." Doug went on to explain. "As some of you know, Korea is divided in two, and we're accepted into the United Nations only eight years ago."

On each of the desks we're starters books on learning Korean. He let the class have some time to inspect them before he continued.

"Does anyone have any questions about this semester's language?"

"Yeah." A student up in the front of the class raised a small hand. "There's literally no practicality in learning Korean. Why are we learning a language we'll never use?"

Doug chuckled. Only being a few years older than his students made it hard for them to really respect him like the other teachers. "Why are you still here then, Tony?" He shot a question back. "You did your two years, that's all that's required of you." The young man did seem to like doing the bare minimum on class work, but go up and over on personal endeavors.

"For those of you training to become an x-man, learning languages will be helpful. As you all know, we protect the world from devastating threats. We can't stop them all, but with the planned outing and transparency of the mansion, we need to be able to talk to people."

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Lita Sormer was the teacher of Physical Geography. Everyone in the school knew her by name and voice alone. She was nice enough, the general consensus decided, but almost everyone knew that she was the one teacher no one would physically see.

Her class room was small and quaint, located down stairs in the basement. There was a teachers desk up at the front, as was the custom, little knick knacks on the edge to decorate the unused table, but Miss Sormer was never there.

Miss Sormer lived in the room right next to her classroom. Due to her mutation, or rather set of mutations, the class only saw her through a screen that also acted as the white board, which she could still write on using the mysterious experimental technologies of the future.

"Good morning, class." Miss Sormer was seated in an office chair in her room, smiling pleasantly at the class through the video camera. Many cameras in her classroom allowed her to be right behind every student, being there to help them out when they needed it. This was also a great method to keep students from cheating.

Or just cheating badly.

Her actual mutation was never discussed, but her body, thin as rails and a sickly white color, left room for a lot of speculation. She couldn't have been more than twenty two, with her young face and quiet voice, but she insisted that she was older than that.

The students only knew they they were never allowed to see her in person, and that only The Professor and Scott Summers were allowed in her room.

"I figured that with Mister Ramsey starting Korean, we could keep our theme of mapping out the geography of the greater Asia area. Everyone, please open your text books to page two-thirty four."

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"Hello! Why yes, I do have everything that you lead to catch up, it'll be on your desk right down there. We're doing a module on the computer right now, but you're free to sit out of it and go through the text book to catch yourself up. All of the things we have already done are marked by little sticky notes, so things should go easily."

Northstar, Jean-Paul Baeubier, had already been informed of Bonny and her power set. She could have made a great alpha flight agent back in the day.

"How.. how is Canada these days? Being here, I haven't had much time to get out more than a day or two."

It certainly wasn't a normal question for a student, but Jean-Paul would be lying if he said he didn't miss home. Someone who was just there would surely know what's what, especially a hip and cool and casual kid like Bonny here. "And, if you're ever feeling homesick, Miss Bonny, I'm right there next to you. Just stop by my room if you ever want to talk." He then shooed her off to go and grab her things.

"Okay everyone, you know the drill. Grab your things. We're off to the library to continue your computer projects. I hope everything is going as planned. If not, event better."

[Assistant]
Heidi looked a bit surprised as she heard the greeting. So, they were going to be learning Korean next. That was an interesting choice, to say the least. She picked up the starter book on Korean, and started to flick through it. Doug was making some good points. Being able to speak the language of a country you were on a mission for was a very useful thing.

She stopped reading. She had already gotten through half the book and had been silent for five minutes. She hadn't missed anything, and if anything had been expected of her, she would have noticed, but even so, this was hardly 'engaging with the class', though she didn't like doing that either. Still, Tony's question irked her a little bit, and she decided to act on this for once. She turned to him.

"Isn't learning the world's languages why we took this class?" she asked.

[User]
Everything was already organized for her. Perfect. She turned and cast a quick look to the book on what she assumed to be her desk before looking back to the teacher. "Thank you; I think I'll take the time to look everything over, so I can get a good idea of where I'm supposed to be with background knowledge". It was even sticky noted, just for her; she had to appreciate the time that must have taken.

 His question took her a little bit by surprise, but she answered regardless. "Well, at least where I'm from things were pretty peaceful. There's not really a lot of fighting that I've seen, and most of the mutant related groups aren't too close to me. A little boring, really, but in a good way." It was rather easy to assume he was from Canada as well, and the second part of his statement made her smile a little. Having someone to relate to on a matter like this wasn't something she was expecting, but it was reassuring. She managed to squeeze in a quick closing before being sent to her seat. "Of course. Thanks again for the notes!"

 She watched as the rest of the class was given their instructions, and once the cue was given to stand, she put down her bag, quickly took out a pencil and paper, grabbed the textbook, and followed the kids that were heading down to the library. Back home, students had to stay with teachers even if they were playing catchup- she didn't see why this would be different. She'd do the individual work in the library with the rest of the class.


[System]
Character Skeleton
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Booksexual Heterosexual

Physical Appearance: Zachary, a Caucasian, is slightly shorter than others his age, and he's a little bit chubbier too. He's got blue eyes and short bright brown hair, which he likes to cover with a red hunting cap (Go Holden! Catch in the Rye Like a Boss!). His preferred style of clothing is anything that's RED, and mostly casual short sleeve T-Shirts, plus jeans. He's got a small backpack (blue) that he always wears when he's outside, even when he's not going to school or the like.

Personality: Zachary is mostly quiet and asocial - he rarely makes any attempts to talk to people, and when conversation is made with him he often tries to end it as quickly as possible. He is capable of having friends, and indeed he does have people he trusts (though he's not in close contact with any of them currently), but he generally prefers isolation over the company of others.
Zachary enjoys reading fiction, from Neil Gaiman's darkly fantastical American Gods to Salinger's Catcher in the Rye to Roald Dahl's short story collection, and rarely bothers with anything else if he can get away with it. He likes to go outside to read when he can, and smell the fresh air as he flips the pages - and he does this with the knowledge that people can and probably will pester him.
When in danger, Zachary likes to confront his opponents head-on. He's not very good at it - the one time he was mugged, he tried to throw his bag at the man and steal his knife, but all he got for that was a concussion and no money. And no bag. And no phone. And no keys.
Yeah.

History: There's not much to say about Zachary; he was a normal, albeit introverted, boy for his whole life. He'd had a bit of a bullying problem in his grade and high school years, but it was never so bad that he was traumatized, and his attitude towards his tormentors was such that their relationship wasn't entirely negative.
His parents were never entirely happy with how he was, but they rarely knew what to do to help him, so he was largely left alone to read.
When he got into college - a very nice college mind, one that his parents might have pulled some strings to get him into - he took a Computer Science course and promptly flunked out on account of being too busy reading fiction. Now, he's living alone in a studio, on a meager monthly allowance from his parents and on his pay as a part-time dishwasher. He's also back in a community college, once more taking a Computer Science course and doing substantially better than before, even if he's a bit too preoccupied with his novels.

Zachary's always had some stomach problems - he gets stomach aches for apparently no reason, and sometimes he has trouble keeping food down even when he's not full. They've started getting worse, though. He thinks he saw blood when flushing the toilet.

Demon CS
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Soul Name: *Caeshun

Soul Meaning: That which is bound by Fate

Demon Class: Ghoul(above)

Magic Class: (Optional 85% of demons have one) **Illusion - this is how he'd get through the day without puking at his face in the mirror.

Appearance: Lovecraftian monster from hell. His tongue is hanging from his left hand and his right hand is covered with eyeballs that are missing from his face. His stomach, made of some jelly-like transparent substance, would store highly corrosive acid alongside his very much destroyed organs. He would absorb his food by placing it into his stomach and waiting for it to liquefy, then feel in very disturbing detail as it moves through his body and gives each and every part of him energy. His face would contain only a mouth, useful only for talking, and a myriad of pores with which he breathes the air around him and distributes paralyzing gas. At will, of course. Any semblance of his physical humanity would be stripped away, just like his skin that is only muscle now.
His legs would be fine, though. Perfectly human. His brain would be completely unchanged, too, so he'd be freaking the hell out about his eyes apparently being on his hand and his stomach apparently being the only way by which he could eat. And since he doesn't have the instincts that aid most beings like himself, he'd be flailing around with no clue what to do.

Other: He eats with his stomach, he speaks with the only large hole in his face (which is surrounded by a bunch of smaller holes for breathing), he tastes with his left hand, he sees with his right.
There is no way he isn't going to go insane.

[User]
Ashburn
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Lying down on the worn out sofa Ash felt his bones and joints gratefully relax. His breathing was still labored, but had evened out greatly. He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. His doctor, Dr. Christianson, swore up an down he didn't have asthma. Even after years of tests not a single doctor could figure out why he was having these problems, as every lab came back healthy.

"Well that was fun. I'm sorry to be a bother" Ash said with a weak chuckle, that quickly turned into a coughing fit. His burning lungs protested at the disturbance and he gave up on talking.

Before anything could be said in reply the break room door slammed open, hitting the metal remnants of a door stop hard. In came the beautiful, but frightening head chef.

"What the hell Ashburn?!" She shouted like a drill sergeant "If your going to die don't do it on my watch! That's twice this month!"

Mrs. Mabel, the head chef, was a very intimidating figure. She drove the staff like a marine corps, well most of the staff. For some reason she ignored the dish-washers and janitors, as evidenced by the poor sanitation of the place as a whole. Ash found her to be scary to say the least and made a habit out of ignoring her. For some reason she was the only leader figure he ever saw, the owners never stopped by and thus far a manager only showed up on Mrs. Mabel's rare off days. If it weren't for the generously tipping patrons he would have left long ago.

"Eric the only reason your ass isn't fried for being late is you actually did something. Those idiots were watching Ashburn like he was a f*cking carnival show." She fumed angrily "You both are going to stay here for now, if he falls out I need someone to recover him."

Grabbing an apron from the pegs next to the door she left in a huff she marched down the hall, heels clicking on the cheap tile, back to the kitchen. She had a busy dining area and she was h*ll bent on making sure everyone was served. Eyeing the kitchen staff she saw that the dishwasher was almost done with his dishes.

"Zack!" She shouted, shoving the apron into his still wet hands "Conrats you've been temporarily promoted. Get your ass out on the floor and take care of Ashburn's tables." She gestured with her thumb at the direction of the floor. "And don't f*ck up because I don't have time to fix it"

Storming to the cooking area of the kitchen she began directing the cooks in the same manner, much to the chagrin of the cooks, leaving Zack with an apron, still emblazoned with a cheap plastic name tag saying "Daisy".

[Assistant]
Mabel
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After getting the chefs and staff into shape Mabel stood at parade rest at the edge of the kitchen, taking a moment to reflect on current affairs. She had initially taken this job three years ago to take advantage of a rare opportunity, working at a place that caters primarily to demons. The owners, a sweet couple of ghoul class demons, had been only to happy to hire a fellow demon. Since demons were such a small and spread out group it had been very hard for them to hire any demons, much less one that was actually qualified to work in a kitchen. The human employees were very good at keeping silent about things, part of their briefing was that they did not ask questions of their patrons.

She couldn't help but sigh as she thought about three of her questionable employees. Ashburn, a perfect waiter by nature, had been an easy hire. His customers always left good reviews and even a few sensed what she did, that we was more than human. Despite his attempts to hide his failing health her Mabel's demon instincts could sense the soul inside of him. It was hard for her to stay mad at him, and she was honestly worried for his health, as well as the others.

Eric, another recent hire, was a more questionable hire. She had been concerned about his ability to wait tables, being as reserved as he was. Much less the fact that they had many clients that looked very frightening, wearing large cloaks and other articles to hide their forms. But she had been pleasantly surprised at the boy's adaptations thus far. Eager to please he had even more happy customers than those of the chatterbox Ashburn.

Yet another sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the last hire, and one that frankly wouldn't have been around this long if it weren't for her suspicions, Zack. The boy was a hard worker, she had to give him that. The kid seemed to eat dishes and spit them out clean, but even still he was not the best for customer service. Reserved to the point of hostility to others he seemed to be hell bent on ignoring the world outside of his sink. This was part of the reason she had sent him to the floor, to get him to open himself up a little. He had not shown any indications of poor health, unlike the Ashburn and Eric, but she knew her senses told her he was also a demon. She was worried about scaring him off, and as such had been a little nicer to him than others.

Though Mabel would never admit it she was a loss as to what she should do about the boys. Demon culture had very few rules, but one of the big ones was that the father of a demon child was obligated to help them transition. It was a sacred rite, and something held dear. Most demon fathers were actively engaged in their child's life as they grew up, with or without the human mother's involvement. It was uncommon for a father (or grandfather) to simply abandon their own children (grandchildren), especially since their rarity made them so prized.

Since demon females were infertile the men would have to mate with humans females to procreate, but even then it could take years for a child to actually form. Many men spent centuries trying with different women before a child was actually conceived. When one was born, especially a male, it was cause for great joy in the family. Mabel had no idea why these boys had not been contacted yet and it worried her greatly, especially the oldest of them (Ashburn).

She had no friends to confide with and she was worried that if she spread the word many fakes hoping to "adopt" them would show up, and she had no way to test who was the real father or grandfather. But time was clearly not on her side, some demons could make it to middle aged without a ceremony but it was obvious they were not part of this group. It was not unheard of for non-family to do the ceremony and guide a demon child into the demon world, but those were in cases where the father/grandfather had died or, rarely, disowned the child. And even then it was almost always a single child, not a group of three. And NEVER had it been someone from a different class of demon.

"This whole situation is just f*cked up" she muttered to herself angrily

[User]
Eric
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"You shouldn't talk for a few minutes." Eric said to Ash after getting his name tag on and sitting on the sofa across from him.

He jumped a little when Ms. Mabel came and and cut both of them a little deep but it pasted. Now all he could do is and wait with Ashburn until he got better. As he waited he leaned back on the couch and looked at the ceiling. He thought about what had got him to this point. He cam back to America to go to college but was only getting enough to pay tuition. His heath took a turn for the worst so his parents had to pay for his hospital bills. Eric felt bad enough asking them for money for college and health he would make his won spending money.

After weeks of looking for a job he found one here. Although he applied as a chief, he was grateful for Ms. Mabel form the waiter job. This job also helped with his shyness. If he did't want to lose this job he was going to have to talk to others. His first week on the job he had a lot of screw ups; serving the food to the wrong tables, mixing up orders in the kitchen, breaking a few dishes. It was tough but with a little guidance and some positive reinforcement (Mabel) he got his act in order.

Now he sat in front of Ashburn wondering if he was ok. Eric had seen him fall out once before, but not like this.

"Well if your feeling better maybe we should go save Zachary, before he breaks a plate and Ms. Mabel takes it out of our pay checks." Eric said to Ashburn in his heavy German accent. It always got heavy when he tried to be friendly.

[Assistant]
Zachary missed his hat. He really wished he was allowed to wear it at work, but apparently there were sanitary concerns. That may have been true (the thing hadn't been washed in a month, and he wasn't about to clean it now) but at least if he had that hat he could throw it to the ground in frustration. The plates were too fragile, and not his property.

"Yeah, alright!" A slew of descriptive expletives came to his throat, but Zach forced them down. No need to piss off the bosslady. He walked over to a nearby waiter that hadn't been left a coughing mess. "Okay, what the hell am I doing?"

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He didn't spill the drinks, at least.

The woman had been sitting on her chair, waiting with waning patience for a waiter to arrive with her food. Opposite her was a young boy - her son, presumably. They both had the same brown hair, at least, though he had seemed very preoccupied with his iPad and not at all impatient.

Then Zachary arrived, placed the drinks - two orange juices - on the table, and then somehow tripped on something. Food - fries, ketchup, Caesar salad and some weird pasta he didn't recognize - coated the woman, whose obvious impatience had turned into shock.

"Oh my God!" she'd said, standing up wide-eyed. "Oh my God!" Her son, who'd noticed his mother's predicament, seemed to be taking a video. He was trying - and failing - to contain his mirth. "Oh my God!" the woman repeated.

The rest of the restaurant seemed to have gone silent, watching the debacle in what was probably anticipation.

Zachary filled the air, in this almost-silence, with one word.

"Fuck."

The kid gave up any pretense of calm, bursting into full-blown laughter.


[System]
Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Personality:
Nathaniel appears at first to be a fairly average, if somewhat stoic individual. He's sensible and knowledgeable, and he has a lot of patience when dealing with the people around him. Combined with his politely friendly attitude, Nathaniel may seem like a very calm and collected person to people who don't know him. In reality however, Nathaniel tends to get flustered fairly easily, and doesn't perform so well in the event of non-duel-related confrontation. He acts much more relaxed and friendly around people he actually knows, and it really takes some work to get on his bad side. His composed exterior is also a front to hide some serious self-esteem issues due to an unfortunate incident in his past. In fact, just the mention of the words "Junior Disaster" can cause twitching and stuttering, and continuing to press this little pressure point can cause him to have a full-on nervous breakdown. At heart however, he is still an entertainer. Once you get him in front of a cheering crowd, his entire world lights up, and the previously composed and reserved Nathaniel turns into a grinning, shouting dorkperformer.

History:
Toronto, Ontario born and raised, Nathaniel is the only child of a happy family. Throughout his childhood, Nathaniel was all smiles, well-known among those around him for never ever giving up. Having taken up Duel Monsters at a very early age, Nathaniel was especially taken by the Entertainment Duels on TV. Duelists and monsters acting in tandem to bring joy to all who watched them; for Nathaniel, that was the coolest thing in the world, and he dreamed of going pro as an Entertainment Duelist himself. Unfortunately, Nathaniel wasn't very good at the game. In fact, he rarely won a duel, and never once in an actual contest setting. While it wore on him, he wasn't the type to let that stop him, and he continued to enter into numerous Junior Contests with his parents' full loving support.

Five years ago, he entered into the Toronto Junior Entertainment Contest. The preliminary round consisted of each contestant dueling three other random contestants, and judges would decide who moved on based on their performances. Nathaniel, already a crowd favorite at the time due to his cheerful personality and colorful performances, predictably lost his first two duels. Then came the third duel. Nathaniel drew his hand... and it was perfect. After his opponent set up some weak defenses, Nathaniel quickly swarmed the field. The duel was no longer a show to entertain, but a battle in which Nathaniel aimed to overwhelm his opponent as quickly as possible. The OTK he proceeded to deliver was so brutal that his opponent was left sobbing at the end of it. Nathaniel proudly looked to the audience, but no cheers met his ears. Even the judges exchanged no discussion, only wide-eyed stares as they looked on in shock. Realizing what he had done, Nathaniel soon began to bawl as well, and the two young contestants had to be escorted out of the arena. Needlessly to say, Nathaniel did not make it to the next round. This little event, which eventually ended up on Youtube, became known as the Toronto Junior Disaster, and it would continue to haunt Nathaniel to this very day.

Despite his parents' best attempts to cheer him up, Nathaniel didn't enter into any more contests after that. After dropping Duel Monsters for two years, Nathaniel suddenly picked it up again in middle school. He took out the Pendulum Monsters that had led him to his previous pyrrhic victory, and went back to regularly losing with his Main Deck monsters, and although he still won a duel every now and then, these victories were few and far in-between. At this time, he also began to look into applying to the Duel Tower, planning for this to be his one last hurrah in his history of Duel Monsters before he went back to Canada to study marketing or something. As he got on that plane, he felt finally ready to leave the Junior Disaster debacle behind him. After all, this was an institution in the middle of a desert. There is no way these people will have heard about Junior Disaster, right? ...Right?

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Performapals, of course. Bowhopper in particular looks super rad.

Chosen courses:
Action Dueling/Pendulum Summoning

Current Dorm:
Earth

Chosen Structure Deck:
Performance of the Ages

Custom Structure Deck List:
Monsters: 20
Fluffal Leo x1
Fluffal Mouse x3
Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x1
Kuriboh x1
Performapal Bowhopper x1
Performapal Elephammer x1
Performapal Friendonkey x2
Performapal Helpprincess x2
Performapal Thunderhino x1
Performapal Secondonkey x1
Performapal Spikeagle x1
Performapal Sword Fish x2
Performapal Whip Snake x1
Performapal Skeeter Skimmer x1
Swift Scarecrow x1

Spells: 10
Bubble Barrier x1
Burden of the Mighty x1
Ego Boost x1
Galaxy Cyclone x1
Hippo Carnival x1
Illusion Balloons x1
Night Beam x1
Scapegoat x1
Supply Squad x1
Swords of Revealing Light x1

Traps: 10
Counterforce x1
Damage Gate x1
Jar of Avarice x1
Negate Attack x1
Performapal Call x1
Performapal Pinch Helper x1
Performapal Revival x1
Pinpoint Guard x1
Seven Tools of the Bandit x1
Wall of Disruption x1

Current deck:
Monsters: 18
Beast King Barbaros x1
Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x1
Odd-Eyes Dragon x1
Performapal Bowhopper x1
Performapal Corn x1
Performapal Elephammer x1
Performapal Friendonkey x2
Performapal Helpprincess x2
Performapal Hip Hippo x1
Performapal Longphone Bull x1
Performapal Rain Goat x1
Performapal Sleight Hand Magician x1
Performapal Teeter Totter Hopper x1
Performapal Thunderhino x1
Performapal Uni x1
Performapal Whip Snake x1

Spells: 13
Back-Up Rider x1
Bubble Barrier x1
Ego Boost x1
Galaxy Cyclone x1
Illusion Balloons x1
Lightning Vortex x1
Mystical Space Typhoon x1
Performance Hurricane x2
Performapal Dramatic Theater x1
Scapegoat x1
Supply Squad x1
Swords of Revealing Light x1

Traps: 9
Chaos Burst x1
Dark Bribe x1
Performapal Call x1
Performapal Pinch Helper x1
Performapal Revival x1
Performapal Show Down x1
Pinpoint Guard x1
Raigeki Break x1
Threatening Roar x1

Collection:
Gene-Warped Warwolf x1
Blackwing
Blackwing - Harmattan the Dust x3

Buster Blader/Destruction Sword
Dragon Buster Destruction Sword x2
Robot Buster Destruction Sword x2
Wizard Buster Destruction Sword x3

Charmer/Familiar Possessed
Nefarious Archfiend Eater of Nefariousness x2

Edge-Imp/Fluffal/Frightfur
Fluffal Leo x1
Fluffal Mouse x3

Gaia
Gaia, the Mid-Knight Sun x1

Kuriboh
Kuriboh x1

Melodious
Aria the Melodious Diva x1
Score the Melodious Diva x2

Ninja
Twilight Ninja Nichirin, the Chunin x2
Twilight Ninja Shingetsu x1

Performapal
Performapal Rain Goat x2
Performapal Secondonkey x2
Performapal Skeeter Skimmer x1
Performapal Spikeagle x1

Shiranui
Shiranui Smith x1
Shiranui Spiritmaster x1

Superheavy Samurai
Superheavy Samurai Magnet x2
Superheavy Samurai Prepped Defense x1

Toon
Toon Buster Blader x1

Non-archetypes
Al-Lumi'raj x2
Dogu x1
Dragon Dowser x1
Giant Rat x1
Pitch-Black Warwolf x1
Archfiend
Archfiend Eccentrick x1

Dark Counterpart
Dark Doriado x1

Deskbot
Deskbot 007 x2
Deskbot 008 x4

Dinomist
Dinomist Ceratops x1
Dinomist Plesios x3
Dinomist Pteran x1

Magician
Dharma-Eye Magician x1
Stargazer Magician x1
Timegazer Magician x1

Performapal
Performapal Bit Bite Turtle x3
Performapal Drummerilla x1
Performapal Guitartle x1
Performapal King Bear x1
Performapal Momoncarpet x1
Performapal Monkeyboard x2
Performapal Parrotrio x1
Performapal Pendulum Sorcerer x1
Performapal Swingcobra x1
Performapal Trump Girl x1

Superheavy Samurai
Superheavy Samurai General Coral x3
Superheavy Samurai General Jade x1

Non-archetypes
Foucault's Cannon x1
Zany Zebra x1
Dracoslayer
Dinoster Power, the Mighty Dracoslayer x1

Goyo
Goyo Emperor x1
Goyo
Goyo Defender x1

Shiranui
Shiranui Samuraisaga x1

Superheavy Samurai
Superheavy Samurai Beast Kyubi x1

Non-archetypes
Cloudcastle x2
Non-archetypes
Pilgrim Reaper x1
Buster Blader/Destruction Sword
Destruction Swordsman Fusion x1
Karma of the Destruction Swordsman x3

Dinomist
Dinomic Powerload x3
Dinomist Charge x1

Dracoslayer/Dracoverlord
Draco Face-Off x2

Shiranui
Shiranui Style Synthesis x1

Speedroid
Hi-Speed Re-Level x1

Yang Zing
Yang Zing Prana x1

Non-archetypes
Book of Moon x1
Burden of the Mighty x2
Dracocension x1
Draw Muscle x1
Feast of the Wild LV5 x1
Hippo Carnival x3
Lucky Iron Axe x1
Night Beam x1
Pop-Up x1
Smile World x1
Battleguard
Battleguard Rage x2

Performapal
Performapal Pinch Helper x1

Yang Zing
Yang Zing Unleashed x1

Non-archetypes
Ceasefire x1
Counterforce x1
Damage Gate x1
Dragon's Bind x1
Draining Shield x1
Forbidden Apocrypha x1
Jar of Avarice x1
Negate Attack x1
Pendulum Reborn x1
Seven Tools of the Bandit x1
Wall of Disruption x2

Points:
61

[User]
Leander Xenovia

"Hmm...." Leander pondered about what Amelia had said, thinking back on what he had experienced. The attack he had received had certainly been painful. He closed his eyes and thought further, trying to remember as much as he could about the event. When the attack went through, was the attack really solid? Leander continued the train of thought for a while, but eventually sighed and let it fade away. There was no point needing to remember something like that, anyway.

Looking back at Amelia, Leander smiled and said, "Well, I'm glad to see that you're doing okay." There was a moment of silence from Leander as he was out of things to say, then Leander continued, "Hey, what do you want to do after lunch? Do you think we should-" Leander wanted to consider going over to the group, only to turn his head and see that the group was already breaking up. "Well, there goes that idea," Leander said. "Hmm.... wanna come to my dorm room?"

[Assistant]
Amelia Averyonna

Amelia had also spotted the group breaking up and had glanced at her watch to check the time. She realized it was time to return to their classes and stood up to leave, only to stop when Leander posed his next question, which involved inviting her to his room. Her face immediately gained a bit more color.
"Uh... S-sure." She said, her tone a bit embarrassed. She took a second to calm herself before continuing. "As long as you don't think we'll get in trouble, I'm okay with that. Let's just do it after class though, otherwise we will get in trouble. Meet you in the card shop after everything is done."

After agreeing upon a spot to meet with Leander, Amelia went to class, trying to focus, though her mind kept wondering. When they finally ended, she went to the meeting spot she agreed on meeting Leander at, taking a seat and relaxing. Once Leander arrived, she stood up and gave him a small smile in greeting, waiting for him to lead the way.

[User]
Nathaniel went over the options in his head. The first place he would check would be the guy's room, except that was completely off the table since they were barred entry as two Winds and an Earth. With a sigh, Nathaniel mentally kicked himself for his lack of foresight. There might be some other places they could look, and they could always ask some other Light Dormers if they saw the guy around. Still, finding one guy in a school was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Their time is limited. They better start working fast.

"I think we should split up. It's still the afternoon, but it's going to be curfew soon. We need to find this guy as soon as possible. If one of us finds him, we should call each other so that we can meet up where he is. Actually, I don't think I have you on my dial, Maisy." Nathaniel took out his D-Ceiver as he prepared to exchange contact information. "Are you two okay with that?"


[System]
Gender: Female
Character: Kirby
Personality: Cia is very upbeat she tries to find the positive perspectives in everything. She also loves cute things. Cia has been known however to get distracted by cute things, she also loves sweets. Cia in general is very distractable. But if it comes to protecting her friends she has laser focus.

Powers:
Copy: Anything she inhales she can copy so long as it has a very distinguishing feature or object to it.
Infinite pocket: She has a sort of pocket dimension in her mouth that allows her to carry an infinite amount of objects so long as they can fit in her mouth.
Float: She can inflate her body and float in the air after inhaling.
Inhale: Can suck up anything so long as it fits in her mouth.

Equipment:
Warp Star: Must be called but can be used to travel from place to place rather quickly.
Instant Goggle: Goggles that appear on her face whenever she goes underwater

[User]
Hayate continued to watch from a good distance away from the rest of the group, by this point he was probably the farthest from everyone whether or not he was safe was still in complete question. As he watched, a female slowly began to approach the group, He really couldn't tell what much more she was doing. He watched her intently until she began to do something. Obviously from where he was he couldn't tell what but regardless of what it was Hayate had a bad feeling about it.

It was at that point where a voice rang inside of Hayate's head. 'I'll be taking over for a bit.' the voice rang, before Hayate could react in any way control of the body had already disappeared and all Hayate could do was see what the body was seeing through the eyes.

「Mea Virga」 Negi put out his hand to the side, and in an instant a staff appeared in his hand, where it came from no one would be able to tell but it was obviously through the power of magic. Negi held the staff in his hand and began to whisper some words that Hayate could not make out as a language he knew.「Ras tel Ma Scir Magister, Flans Paries Aerialis」In that moment what seemed to be a wind like wall surrounded Negi, it took the full force of whatever the female had done obviously Negi was not harmed but right away Negi went and began chanting again.「Deflexio」This time, instead of casting a protection spell that could stop a ten ton truck, he casted a protection spell that was meant for basic protection, seeing as the third explosion was not as strong as the first two.「Phew that was a close one, ahaha made it just in time, thankfully.」Negi let out a small laugh as he pressed the bottom of his staff into the nonexistant ground.

[Assistant]
"And we have our first volunteer-!"

Cirka quickly flicked his sword into position to block the two shots. Though the shots didn't penetrate, the fae could here the wood splinter against the force of the bullets. His grip on the blade loosened, and he slowed himself down to readjust a little. Nero took no time to begin preparing another attacking, revving his sword. Suddenly, a vortex force grabbed his blade away from him. A snap of the head revealed that it was a pink thing that had stolen his blade. He wondered why in the hell something so cute had decided to support the villain. A robot came to back it up too, so he probably wasn't getting his sword back any time soon.

"Time to make another, then..." The boy muttered, as he held his hand open. Around it formed a pretty decently sized great sword, quite long and large. It was lighter than expected though, since it was made of ice and Cirka could control the density of his new blade. "Skill Card; Ice Sickle Sword!" He called out. With his new sword, he charged his opponent with renewed vigor. But then he couldn't see shit!

Thick smoke covered the area, masking everyone's movements and making Cirka cough and wheeze. It also felt kinda hot, and for obvious reasons Cirka was not a big fan of that. More smoke filled the area after another explosion. Cirka, sensing the danger in the situation, quickly wrapped himself in a frozen cocoon for protection. It wasn't as strong as usual though, because of the heat, and the young man hoped he could survive.

The last explosion hit. Heat pounded against his shell, and he had to direct all his energy to maintaining it. It felt like the warm summer sun burning him alive. Once it subsided, the ice blew away into a blizzard, pushing away the smoke and allowing Cirka to breath in fresh not air. He breathed in and out roughly due to exhaustion, and laid down. He had pretty much forgotten about his conflict with the demon hunter not more than a minute ago. Right now, he just wanted to lie down. Forever. Ugh.

[User]
She wasn't entirely sure what had happened after she told DT to protect the kirby. First, it seemed as though her idea to suck in their weapons didn't entirely go over so well. Kind of to be expected, he guessed. After all, it wasn't like sucking up a weapon from someone else was probably going to be easy in this situation. Well, it made sense anyways - she didn't entirely know why, but it did. Whatever.

What happened next though, was entirely unexpected. Another girl another one she didn't recognize decided it was a good idea to break it up through superior firepower. And well, he had to say that immediately made her ten times better then these morons. She couldn't exactly tell what had just happened, but first it seemed she blinded people. She was far enough away from the fighting to not be affected all that much, but he definitely felt the explosion that followed that.

She wasn't knocked off his feet, or injured that badly thankfully - he had a shield apparently. Which was cool. Like, really cool. He could just have anything that hit him just bounce off harmlessly enough. It probably had a damage limit, but it seemed to be able to take a pretty good beating. That was probably a good thing.

And then, the third came. She put a hand over his face to block any of the dirt or smoke from bothering him during the explosion. Whoever this girl was, he liked her. 'Blowin' stuff up was alright in his book, and no, that wasn't Gaige talking. Explosions were always fun. He found himself laughing a bit, actually, as the dust settled.

"Wow, now that was something." She laughed. "Explosions can make any day ten times better."

[Assistant]
As Cia inhaled the wooden sword Cia found herself covered in light for a moment then it seemed to break away as a sword appeared in her hand and a hat much like Links on her head. She was sword kirby. "Huh, this is cool!" Cia said with a smile as she waved the sword around a bit even slashing it a few times to test it out. She had the ability to copy which was one of the best parts of being kirby. And it even seemed like she had the full range of attacks in this form not just a single one like in Smash Brothers.

 However she didn't time to rest as the explosion's came. She was able to block any debree with her sword but as the last one came she was lifted off the ground and hurled towards the person who seemed to be Negi from Negima. She was surprisingly solid and as she was hurled at him. Her sword to the side though so it wouldn't hit him.

[User]
Leander was relieved when the blue-haired guy chose to stop fighting senselessly. Perhaps everyone could come to a peaceful settlement, after all. Unfortunately, that would prove to not be the case, as someone initiated another fight, and others joined in. Leander angrily shouted, "Scloopa!", his text bubble merely displaying a small variety of symbols indicating a swear word. Leander tried desperately to remember what spells he could use to break up this time of confusion and violence, but nothing he had was really meant for stopping conflict without involving killing. Run into the frey and create a stone barrier? Nah, that'd be risky, and possibly involve his own death as well. Fire a death laser? No, that's too lethal. The more Leander However, it seemed as though others had their own plans to stop fighting, as when Kirby started to suck in the others' weapons.

Leander started to go over to Kirby in the hopes of finding someone who could act peacefully. Then someone else, a girl with high tech weaponry and armor apparently, launched an attack of her own, firing an energy ball into the frey. Leander had no idea what it was, but he wasn't taking any chances. Leander summoned a single Shield element, then casted a self-shield, enveloping his body in a yellow aura that shielded him from incoming damage. The aura shield fazed out a moment later, and Leander prepared another one to shield himself from the second explosive orb. Casting the aura shield once more and boosting it to full, the blast from the second orb took out a chunk of the shield's charge, but otherwise Leander was fine.

That out of the way, Leander continued his short journey to Kirby, who was now next to someone else, who also looked like a mage. Hoping to find something useful and helpful out of them, he walked up to them and spoke in his usual mock-swedish language, which Leander had quickly realized was part of Magicka. His text bubble translated his words to, "We need to stop this senseless fighting and figure out what is going on. Also, do you have any spells that will let me speak English again?"

[Assistant]
Once Negi was in the clear of anything else he looked up to see a small pink ball with a green cloth hat and wooden sword come flying towards him, Right away Hayate's memories clicked in Negi's mind making Negi realize it was Kirby who was flying towards him. Immediately he opened up his arms and caught her, luckily she had also moved the sword out of the way, ensuring that neither of them would end up getting hurt. Once Kirby was safely within Negi's arms, he did a quick dust off before setting Kirby down onto the floor.「Phew safe」He gave a small smile as he knelt down next to her.

At the same time Negi heard a small ping kind of noise, something unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. Looking up he noticed a wizard in red robes standing before Kirby and himself. Next to the wizard's head there was a speech bubble translating what the wizard was trying to say. Negi read it in a rather quick manner and nodded to the first part of it. As for the second part, the wizard's inquiry, Negi closed his eyes to go into a brief moment of thought. He opened his eyes and nodded his head with assurance. Since it was a basic beginner spell he did not require any activation words for it, instead it just took a few seconds to cast onto the mage in red. Negi first put his hood down and then pointed the staff in his right hand at the wizard. Within a few seconds the end of the staff lit up with a small orb of light and the mage in front of him was enclosed in a magic circle. The outer ring of the circle began to fill with various magical symbols. Then after a bright flash, Negi gave a smile to the mage.「All done, you should be able to speak the language everyone else is using.」

[User]
While he wasn't seriously hurt by the explosions, the shock was enough to bring Dan back to his senses.  "I haven't lost control in years and this time it was worse than ever." Knowing himself well enough to realize that he would snap again he took the ring off. As soon as the jewelry left his finger Dan turned back into Jacks baseform, losing the wings, tentacles, jesterhat and sword but regaining his lost arm.

Now there was the question of what to do with the ring, if he just dropped it on the ground he would eventually fail to resist the urge to put it on again. He also didn't want to entrust the source of his power to any of the others because while they might be unable to use it, they could refuse to give it back if he ever needed it. So he just stared at it trying to think of something.

[Assistant]
Through his initial shots didn't connect with the intended target, it knocked the ice-fairy's weapon loose enough for it to be sucked up by some errant cyclonic vacuum. Must've been that Kirby thing. Undeterred, Alexander revved up the Red Queen, but as he did he witnessed the Cirno-guy call upon some other magic spell and summon a large blade of ice.

Despite his attempts to interfere, Alexander found his body held in place during the meantime. Of course- this was like a fighting game, where time temporarily froze while the enemy prepared their super move. This was going to be a close call, then-! Both sides, fire and ice, charged forward for the clash... and then, all too suddenly, an explosion rocked the area and filled the world around them with thick smoke, knocking off their attacks and ruining vision.

"Augh-! Dammit!" Alexander cried out in Nero's voice, his frustration evident. It only got worse as another similar explosion pounded out, throwing Nero off-balance and filling out any gaps in the smoke. "Who in the hell is doing that...!?" Alexander cried out, mostly to himself.

And then the third blast hit, stronger than before, and Nero's body was flung back several feet as a result. His yell of anguish with only interrupted when he hit the discernible material of the void's floor, subsiding into grunts and moans of pain as he rolled and crumpled to a stop. Well, that was something else. If they were looking to stop the fight, it seemed awful like they did it. And why was Alexander fighting, anyway? He wasn't so petty as to get mad over some guys fighting against one other, right? If anything, he had learned to stay out of engaged fights between others if he could truly help it. He must've gotten caught up in Nero's personality as well...

"Ugh... alright, okay, fine," Alexander groaned out, his tone pained but more 'normal' than it was when fighting as Nero, "So maybe I deserved that. Okay, that's fine- I can deal with that. I'll admit, something came over me, but that's no excuse, right?"

[User] Cia looked up at the negi that had caught her and put her down. "Thank you!" Cia said with a smile while waving her sword around. She noticed that the fighting had finally stopped. She took a deep breath for a moment before spitting out the sword and reverting back to normal kirby. There was no need for the sword anyways. She headed off towards the frost fairy once close enough she lifted her stubby little arm then hit him on the head with a light tap. "Bad fairy!" Cia said with a pouty face. "You shouldn't start fight people like that, it's rude!" Cia added still with the huffy look on her face. "Now, how did we get here?" Cia asked looking at him, she felt like he might no more than the others as he was up and awake first.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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[User]
As the seconds passed, Jacob glanced over his shoulder idly, waiting for someone to answer the executive suite door. There were no other people in the hallway, and he hadn't told any of the other members of the security team where he was going, so it was unlikely that word would get out that he was snooping behind Caspian's back. At least, not before he found out what was going on and could confront the king, himself. He didn't plan on hiding his actions forever, after all. Loyal to the crown, he only wanted to make sure that the ruler of Aspiria wasn't walking down a path he would regret later on.

The sound of a door handle turning jarred him from his thoughts, and he turned back to the suite, slightly surprised that someone was actually inside. Knocking had felt like a stretch, so he'd only tried it as a precaution, and for half a second the thought flitted through his mind that he could have been wrong about Caspian's involvement at the hotel. If someone else was staying in the executive suite anonymously, he could have just landed himself in legal trouble for hunting them down. His heart felt like it skipped a beat, but the worry was replaced in the next instant with shock when he saw who was on the other side of the door: the rebel girl he'd seen with the former prince before.

It seemed she had been laying low in the Sunset Veil all this time, which must have been why the soldiers around the city had never been able to find her, and she hadn't turned up on any of the cameras around the capital's borders. The pieces were all falling into place, especially when she carelessly gave away Caspian's involvement with her question. Now he had the evidence he'd needed to prove that his leader was the one who had been harboring this war criminal. The king of Aspiria was still behaving like an irresponsible teenager.

In a flash, the door was closing in his face as Iris tried to get away from him, but Jacob still had the reflexes of a trained soldier. He barred the opening with his boot and wrenched the door back open with a forearm, forcing his way into the room without asking for permission. Closing it again behind him, he stood with his body between the rebel and the exit, so she would have to go through him to escape. He also grabbed hold of her arm with his free hand to stop her from running further inside.

"Not so fast," he said sternly, eyes narrowed as he pulled her roughly toward himself. "You're going to tell me what's going on here."

[Assistant]
Feeling her heart race as the door wouldn't shut and the fact Jacob had blocked it with ease her instinct was telling her to run, to get far away from this security guard who would be able to take her straight back to that prison. The thought of it made her head spin because the memory of the questioning was still fresh in her mind, it had played its own part in her not being able to sleep at night. Remembering the pain of the truth drug, the cruel way the interrogator had dealt with her and then ending up in hospital. It was all coming back to her when she had tried to hard to forget it all.

The panic only increased when she had tried to move further back into the room only to be stopped before the thought had fully crossed her mind. Feeling his hand wrap around her arm felt like a death sentence and as much as that would be the easy way out, she knew she couldn't. Right now, she needed to stop Ethan and his plans to hurt Cas, Jacob wouldn't understand that, and neither would Cas and both would be for two separate reasons. Cas wouldn't see that she was trying to help him, and would no doubt say that he was safe, Jacob wouldn't believe her or simply use their security team to 'fix' the problem.

"N-No!" Trying to wriggle out of his grasp and put distance between them Iris could feel herself shake, her world crashing down before her. "Let me go!" Desperation sinking in as she held back a sob when he pulled her roughly towards him.

Iris fought against it, she kept struggling against his grasp not wanting to be held by him because he could just easily drag her away and back to that hell hole that kept her up at night. "Nothing is going on here. I just want to go home." Even if it wasn't the complete truth Jacob didn't need to know that, perhaps he would take pity on her and even escort her back to the districts which would make things easier on her.

"What is it you want to hear from me? That I'm not supposed to be here? That Cas could do so much better than me and wouldn't have to worry about keeping me hidden? I know I shouldn't be here, but I can't exactly walk out that door and stroll on down to the districts can I now?" Iris knew she was rambling on, part of it due to panic but she didn't know what else to say to him. It was now down to Jacob on what he was going to do with her because there was no way Cas had removed the warrant on her and it was clear the guard wasn't here to take her to the palace because he seemed surprised to see she was in here and demanded to know what was going on.

[User]
Even as he gripped Iris's arm to stop her from wriggling out of his hand, Jacob's mind was racing as he pieced together what was going on. He remembered that Caspian had taken an interest in this girl before any of them had known that she was a rebel, and even after she'd turned him over to her comrades, his infatuation hadn't seemed to die out. Apparently he was still so taken with her that he was willing to betray the trust of his military and his people in order to keep her around. If anyone else found out he was hiding a member of the Scourge under the soldiers' noses, there would be irreparable consequences.

So, even though he harbored some respect for the young king, he wasn't going to take this situation lightly. The more Iris fought against him, the tighter he held her arm, determined not to let her get away. It didn't matter to him that Caspian was interested in her. She was an enemy of the state and a threat to the monarchy. He was especially concerned about the influence she had over Atlas's son, since they were meeting in secret where she was the only voice in his ear. It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that she was planting seeds to turn him against his own kingdom or to convince him to do something he would regret. If either case was true, he wouldn't hesitate to drag her out of the suite and lock her in a prison cell no matter what his liege had to say about it.

When Iris began talking, the guard was slightly thrown by her claim of wanting to go home followed by a mention of how it wasn't possible for her to leave the capital. She didn't sound like someone who was very invested in whatever sort of arrangement she and King Caspian had brewed up. However, he wasn't going to simply take her word at face value. She was a fugitive who had just been found by someone who had every right to arrest her on the spot, so it could have been a desperate ploy to escape.

"Yes, you shouldn't be here," Jacob growled. He didn't care about her comment about being unable to leave, but he could at least acknowledge that she'd gotten one thing right. If she was going to be in the capital, then she should have been locked away where she couldn't do any more damage. But he wasn't just there to slap her on the wrist and walk away. "I want you to tell me exactly what's been going on between you and the king," he demanded roughly. "We can start with when this charade began. How long have you been hiding here?"

[Assistant]
Feeling constricted by the tightening grip on her arm it only worsened the panic she felt being caught red handed and she couldn't help but continue to struggle against him. Fears of being thrown back into prison kept creeping in and she knew this was the end of the road for her, she just wasn't sure on what part was now coming to an end. Acceptance to the end of her relationship with Cas was something she had come to terms with because she knew it was something that could never happen. That was something she knew would happen, but if she got herself thrown into prison now who would stop Ethan? Then it would the end to someone who she truly believed could make a change for the better.

"Do you really need me to spell that one out for you?" Hissing out her words as she still tried to free her arm from his grasp, "Let me go already! You're hurting me. I can't exactly go anywhere." Once more she tried to snatch her arm back grimacing because he had a vice like grip. "There is no charade, no big plan. No secret. You know full well what happened the night I disappeared, you figured it out. You confronted Cas about it, and he told you everything what more do you want to know?"

It was like word vomit because of the panic and fear she felt inside, rambling on when she didn't even know what to say to him. What use would it be to plead her case to him? There would be no sympathy, he wouldn't care what she had been through and all of it was down to the Capital. The massive divide between people, the previous monarchs who had been a part of causing the rift and all the hatred for them to create a rebellion for equal rights. None of it mattered, she was just another member of the scourge to him that was probably trying to stick her claws into the King to live a life of luxury. That's all anyone would see in her.

"I can't tell you how long I've been in this hotel room because all the days roll into one. I don't want to cause damage. I know I'm not good enough for him and that he would do so much better without me, but I'm still stuck here because the minute I leave is the minute I go back into a cell." Shaking her head, she looked away from Jacob and glanced towards the kitchen still stacked with untouched meals. Between the fear of her life and now the upset of admitting just how wrong she was for Cas she did her best to hide the emotions from her face, trying not to let herself get so worked up again and fall into a pit of emotion whilst he was here.

[User]
Of course Jacob already knew why Caspian had been hiding Iris away in the hotel. The Aspirian king was smitten with the girl he'd rescued from the woods. However, that didn't mean that was all there was to it. He was too cautious to assume Iris shared the same motive and that the two were just young and in love. She didn't strike him as a conniving criminal who was sidling up to the ruler in order to whisper lies into his ear, and she hadn't given him a reason to believe she wasn't telling the truth, but it was always safer to rule out the possibility, no matter how slim it was. Startling and threatening her, while cruel, was an effective way of getting her to slip up if something deeper was going on.

He knew he was being harsh though, so when she said that he was hurting her, he reluctantly loosened his grip on her arm. Admittedly, part of the reason why he had reacted the way he had was because he hadn't expected to see her on the other side of the door. For the last two or more weeks, he hadn't heard Caspian mention anything about Iris, so he had assumed that she had actually escaped back to the districts. In retrospect, he should have known better. He had seen how much the young king had grown to care about her, so he shouldn't have been surprised to discover that he was still holding onto her.

Truth be told, even though he had agreed to keep their involvement a secret for the sake of not aggravating Atlas nearly a month ago, he wasn't fond of the fact that Caspian was so absorbed with someone who had been involved in the rebellion. He had been hoping that the issue would resolve itself, but clearly that wasn't the case. Whether Iris was using him or they were genuinely only interested in each other as romantic partners, she could only bring the fledgling king trouble. Now that he knew they were still meeting in secret, he wasn't sure what to do, so he had reacted more aggressively than he probably should have.

As Iris went on about losing track of the days and not wanting to cause any trouble, Jacob had to admit that she wasn't acting like a person who had been caught in the middle of something devious. She looked beaten down and afraid of being sent back to the prison. He studied her in tense silence before following her gaze to the kitchen, where there were piles of uneaten food. The room looked more like a cage for a hostage than the secret meeting place for two people in love.

Calming from the initial outburst, the guard relinquished his hold on Iris's arm, though he continued to stand between her and the door. "If you don't want to be here anymore, then why did you and the king come up with such an elaborate plan to allow you to stay in the capital?" he interrogated her with a skeptical expression. "I was under the impression that you two claim to be in love. Have you changed your mind about him?"


[System]
Age: 29

Description: 65.media.tumblr.com/8b3a1ec3133c8d3d38..
Occupation: Nurse
Branch of government worked for: N/A
Location you were working in: Stillwater Vale Asylum

History: Nancy was the only child of two Navy officers. She moved around a lot and assumed she would join the Navy once she graduated high school. When she was 12, she was in a car wreck. Both of her parents died, and she was hospitalized with a fractured spine. Her grandfather became her legal guardian. It took a lot of physical therapy to get her to walk again, but she did manage it. It was clear, though, that this injury would keep her from ever joining the military. She was told they were struck by a drunk driver, but something inside Nancy made her believe she was being lied to, though she never had any proof.

In high school, a field trip to the hospital she was treated at made her realize she was interested in pursuing the medical field, and she began studying to go into nursing. Upon graduation from college with a Nursing degree, Nancy took on a job working at a VA Hospital. It was while working here that her grandfather died of a stroke. Reeling from grief and fed up with the system that made it impossible for veteran's to get help, Nancy began applying to different hospitals with military affiliation. A year after beginning her search of work, she was offered a position at Stillwater Vale Asylum, which she accepted immediately.

Personality: Nancy is an empathetic woman with the skill and disconnectedness that allows her to assess what a person needs and administer it- even if it's not what they want. She is still dealing with the grief of her grandfather's passing, and so comes across as sadder and wiser than she might otherwise. When not dealing with grief, Nancy enjoys singing to patients and playing checkers and chess. She finds her life to be very boring. Work takes up nearly all of her time.

Skills: Nancy is a skilled nurse. She is very empathetic- sometimes eerily so, picking up on invisible cues that lead her to assess people very accurately. She is draws, most often caricatures, and hangs them around her office. She sings to patients, but she isn't trained. Just an amateur that sounds halfway decent.

Likes: She loves playing chess and checkers, and can even boast that she's good at it (though she was never able to beat anyone who competed). Nancy enjoys talking to people and learning more about them, allowing herself to escape into the adventurous lives that military personnel got to live, something she wasn't able to do.

Dislikes: Nancy does not like deep water, and she refuses to drive a car. She prefers to take public transportation wherever she can, or walk. Nancy dislikes being lied to a great deal.

Extra: Her back injury is healed, but it did leave some damage. Every so often her back will seize up, and sometimes she cannot stand or walk for long periods of time. She tries to work through it, but often ends up having to take pain killers when it gets to be too unbearable, especially if she has to lift heavy objects.

Name: Dr. Shannon Elisia Brennan
Age: 39

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Occupation: Biochemist

Branch of government worked for: FDA

Location you were working in: Maryland/Washington D.C.

History: Dr. Brennan grew up in Ireland. She managed to attend medical school in Europe, but only barely since the Irish economy was so bad. She showed so much promise in her classes an in her work in a pharmaceutical company toward the end of her time at uni. The US government got in contact with her after finding out about her extreme skill as a biochemist and offered to finish off her schooling and pay off her current school debts. She refused to go to school in America citing the subpar educational standards, and convinced them to allow her to finish school where she was, pay off her debts, and accepted a job upon her graduation working with the FDA. She worked there for 18 years and met Dr. Greene during that time. She requested a transfer to Stillwater Vale Asylum after learning about the opportunities to observe and research new strides in the pharmaceutical field.

Personality: Dr. Brennan is a quietly observant woman with a smile almost permanently etched on her face. She enjoys pain- feeling it and making others feel it. She believes pain to be the most likely path to discovering additional senses, to altering how the human body might react to various pharmaceuticals based on the chemicals that naturally flood the body when it is in the thralls of agony.

Skills: Research, laboratory experiments, piano

Likes: Whiskey, dressing up, piano music, pushing people to their limits

Dislikes: Vodka, being doubted, being ignored

Extra: Dr. Brennan enjoys messing with patients. She will alter the prescriptions of patients just to see how it effects them. She watches the patients for signs of pain- mental, emotional, physical, whatever kind it is. The ones who stand out are always the ones she suggests to Dr. Greene.

[User] "Well if I was in your shoes, which would be uncomfortable because you wear a couple sizes smaller than me, I would have picked my ass over the good doc as well." Giving her a quick pat on the back as they made their way to the rec room. Even with his time here not being to long isolation was not a word he was unfamiliar with. However, he did owe Jo for saving his ass. Lord knows that another second more would have passed and the Doc would have asked Joshua to knock him out. "Now with such a great move back there you win a once in a life time prize. I owe you a huge favor whenever you see fit to cash it. One stipulation will be that it can't be a brand new car. Not in my current budget."He was pantomiming away as though he was hosting a game show. @unfallenangel

[Assistant]
Dr. Shannon Elisia Brennan

Dr. Brennan was sitting in her office, finishing up the day's paperwork. She put her signature on the last prescription order for sleeping pills for Sasha Belov. She smirked a little. They were really only sugar pills, the particular type she had written for. She filled the inventory of those pills herself. She just enjoyed seeing him struggle with the guards when he was supposed to be taking them. It was just about the only thing that got a rise out of the giant, and she was interested in seeing just how far she could push him. She had made a habit of removing the prescriptions for a few weeks at a time after each incident, but she had been putting him back on the rotation a day sooner each time. Pretty soon she would make a jump in the frequency. Only one week between each prescription. She would figure out more about him then, she was sure of it. She had wanted him as a test subject for a very long time now, but his steady demeanor took him out of the running. To be perfectly honest, she admired that about him in a way.

She grabbed the latest stack of prescription updates for the patients and made her way out, locking her office securely behind her.

"Good afternoon," She nodded to guards, nurses, and orderlies as she passed them in the halls, speaking in her lilting Irish accent.

She made her way to the infirmary and pulled one of the nurses aside, holding out the three stacks of papers held together by binder clips to him. "Evan, could you please make sure all of these updates make them into the prescription binders? One copy here, one in the pharmacy by the cafeteria and one in the main pharmacy on the first floor, please. I've got the copies I need in my office."

"Absolutely, Dr. Brennan." He took the stack of papers, set one on the main desk, and left for the pharmacies. She turned and saw the nurse lying on a bed with her arm slung over her eyes. She raised an eyebrow, but moved on to leave the infirmary. She wanted to stretch her legs before the meeting, and she took a leisurely stroll through the hallways. She peered into the rooms she passed, seeing nothing too interesting. Some were reading, some were sleeping, some were just staring, but most were empty. She found her way into the hallway of Sasha's room and looked in. He was working out. She was intrigued by the ones who did so.

Working out and exercising caused pain in the body, but eventually made the body stronger. It was part of the basis of the theories that fueled her work. Dr. Brennan watched him for a few moments, lost in thought as she pondered just what she could make this man capable of. She decided she would insist on a physical exam the next time he fought with the guards over his pills.

She knocked on Sasha's door. "Excuse me."

[User]
Sasha had used one of the door frames to do pull ups. It was hard to keep a good grip, and he would occasionally loose it and land on his feet. He would, however, go right back to it until the tips of his fingers had deep, purple indentations from the frame. Did it hurt? Of course it did. But Sasha was no stranger to pain, and small things like that hardly phased him anymore.

When he'd finished his last set, he started doing lunges. Legs were particularly hard to work out without the use of weights or equipment, so he would compensate by doing twice the amount of sets as he would have in an actual gym. It wasn't hard; he tended to just zone out when he exercised. It gave him something to do without having to focus too much, allowing him to think. He was positioned so that he could see the calendar he'd etched into the paint on the wall. No one seemed to have noticed his small act of vandalism yet; or maybe they just didn't give a shit. Even if they painted over it, he probably would just do it again. He was just a cantankerous asshole like that.

Sasha was halfway through his leg routine, and just starting to feel a bit of sweat, when someone knocked on the door. He paused, then straightened up. Sasha was sure that he'd heard the voice of that Irish doctor. Female, red haired, pretty attractive, spooky as hell. There was something about her that made him instinctively avoid her. He'd relied on his sense of character judgement for most of his career, and he could tell there was something off about that woman. She'd seemed nice at first; Sasha had even thought of her as one of the good ones. But then he'd happened to get a glance of her one day when he was struggling, yet again, with the guards over his lack of cooperation with his meds. She had been staring at the confrontation with this look in her eye. Sasha had seen a similar look in the eyes of people who placed bets at dog fighting rings. He got the sense that she got some kind of enjoyment out of the show.

Every now and then, he would see her give other patients that look. It would send a nasty chill up his spine. He didn't like playing gladiator any more than he liked playing lab rat.

After a moment of considering his options, which consisted only of A: open the door, or B: Stay in his room until she opened the door, he finally went to see what she wanted. Sasha strode over quietly and opened the door, staying behind the threshold. His cold, blue eyes stared down at the woman in question, his expression saying everything before he even opened his mouth.
"What do you want?"

[Assistant]
She looked up at him, her grey eyes taking on the small smile of her lips. He was ready to put up a fight. She liked that.

"You've been keeping yourself very fit in here. If you would be willing to come to the medical offices once a week for monitoring, I can be sure to give you use of a few other materials to work out with. We want to be sure the health of our patients is our utmost priority, and I just need to be sure you aren't putting undue stress on your system. If it interests you, that would include a stress test on a treadmill. I don't imagine you've been able to fit cardio in lately."

Her smile widened into one of her most alluring. She didn't need him to do this. But she did want him to do this. And she would get him to, eventually. It would be so much easier if she could get him to do it of his own accord to start out with.

[User]
Bullshit. That was bullshit and he knew it. Sasha prided himself on few things, but he could damn sure tell when someone was lying straight to his face. He was willing to bet that these 'medical offices' happened to be downstairs, too. In fact, he knew good and well that the people here could care less about his actual mental health because he'd been put here, specifically, to be made to disappear. Of that, Sasha was certain. He doubted anyone could convince him otherwise.

Part of him was very tempted to call the doc out on this right here and now. To put an end to this game they kept playing. But the more sensible part of him knew that revealing his suspicions would only speed up their need to get rid of him. He was nothing but a piece of meat to these people, but he'd rather rot than get eaten.

He met her eyes evenly, his face not revealing a single emotion. He kept that same, stony, slightly frowning, expression that seemed to be stuck in place.

"No thanks."

As per usual, he was short and blunt with his words. He offered no explanation for his decline, nor an apology. In fact, he was half tempted to just shut the door right then and there. He didn't owe this woman anything.

[Assistant]
She wanted him to do this. She had wanted him to choose to do it himself. Part of her had expected him to put up a fight, though, and she was thrilled to be right. He was one of the bigger challenges in the hospital. It would have been a little disappointing for him to make it so easy now.

If he wasn't going to do it himself, she would have to find a way to convince him. Or make him. The thought of making a man like this do anything got her fingers curling.

"Should you change your mind, just come by my office. I could even give you a look at the facilities you'd use if you do. The medical offices are right across the hall from me. Just the usual place where physicals are conducted. I promise, just a weekly test of your heart and blood pressure, and then you'll be back into the usual life." She looked him up and down. He was going to be perfect once she got her hands on him.

"Is there anything else you might be needing? I hope you're feeling alright. You look a little pale."