[System]
Rank (If applicable): Unggoy Ultra

Species: Unggoy

Appearance: Grikgar
Grik stands 5'8" a little taller than the average Unggoy and weighs 275 lbs. he has a bit more muscle mass packed onto him than others. Wearing the typical white combat harness with the unusual forked tank signifying his rise through the ranks of special operations. Normally he will always be wearing his helmet as it does have a built in speaker so others can hear him better.

Skills: Given his advanced training, Grik is an Explosives and Artillery Expert both with human and covenant ordnance but prefers covenant. He even has an exceptional understanding with disarming explosives and is a great linguist. Being able to understand all of the covenant languages as well as speak most. Even going as far to learn a few human languages and Huragok sign language. Aside from that Grik is a natural born climber and is adept at repairing most equipment.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Main Weapon - T-58 LAAW, Fuel Rod Cannon
Secondary Weapons - Dual T-54D DEP, Plasma Pistol's
Back Up weapon - ODST Combat Knife
Primary Explosives - 4x Type-1 Antipersonnel grenade, Plasma Grenade
Secondary Explosives - 4x Covenant Plasma Charge.
Equipment - Unggoy Ultra Combat Harness with helmet, Active Camouflage, Light Personal Shield (Experimental).

Background: Grikgar was picked up at a young age and put straight into military service. Born on high charity in 2545 he almost immediately was put in a leadership position due to him not fleeing from combat during training like many others of his kind. This trait was picked up on by the Sangheili that were training his batch of hatching's. Because of his unwillingness to flee and being rather fascinated with all things that went Boom, he was given additional training. Unggoy don't have last names or at least didn't in the covenant, instead he took the last name from the ship he was tasked out to, Seeker.

The Seeker of Truth or just "the Seeker" is a CAS-class assault carrier and flagship for the Fleet of Particular Justice. To him it was an honorable position one he took great pride in. he soon found himself in multiple conflicts through multiple worlds in their purge of the humans. Showing again and again how well he could use his skills as an effective Unggoy leader verses small groups of armed humans military or otherwise.

With a rather high success rate and low mortality rate for his squads he was yet again promoted and given more training. Grik would use what free time he had to talk and learn from the other races that would listen to him, even going as far as learning human languages to better understand their music he enjoyed so much. Soon he found himself receiving training to join up with the special operations Unggoy only a few months before the Fleet would hit their next target, Reach.

The battle for Reach was long and bloody the casualty rate for his squad was rather high giving him the chance for promotions. In return he was able to show his superiors his ability with the fuel rod cannon and the explosives training he received to great effect. Being able to take out emplacements and fortified structures with well-placed shots and explosives with little oversight or orders to do so. Showing once again his fearlessness and proficiency with artillery weapons.

After the battle of reach and his continued service aboard "The Seeker" led him to the most glorious moment of his short life. The ability to gaze upon instillation 04. He didn't see much combat wise during that fight, his team always seemed to be sent to retrieve something but never really engaged in combat other than against the sentinels of the ring. His team was still on "The Seeker of Truth" when the ship master ordered the retreat from the ring and subsequently survived the destruction of the ring, only hearing rumors of monsters and demons from the badly shaken crew members that returned.

Grikgar returned with the ship to High Charity and his team was ultimately transferred to "The Reverence" a CPV-class heavy destroyer. The Unggoy participated in many smaller strike missions aboard the destroyer. Then everything began to change, political upheaval and a civil war that spanned the entire covenant. After that some of the Sangheili that he had fought alongside in many battles had been killed, he joined alongside them to fight with them.

After the end of the war Grikgar was tired, he was almost ten years old now. Most Unggoy would barely make it past their 5th birthday. Still, it would seem that his dedication and loyalty would pay off in the end. The new hierarchy of the swords of Sanghelios hand picked him among only a handful of other Unggoy to receive the rank of Ultra with one Unggoy by the name of Stolt given the rank of Ranger and put in command of Sangheili Rangers. Grikgar is unsure why he was given this rank and why he was eventually sent to a human / covenant team. Politics was never his strong suit, he's just doing what he is told.

[User]
Yalu 'Suumko

Practice with one of his new Spartan teammates was just what Yalu needed. Ryker did not go easy on him, and even for a sangheili like himself it was a challenge staying ahead of where the shorter-armed human would strike next. He gathered Ryker had plenty of experience going for a quick kill rather than preserving himself for fighting in prolonged melees like Yalu was. While he was not sure how much Ryker had to learn from him, Yalu had plenty to learn from the humans.

Teaming up for firefight simulations was far more even between the two of them. Yalu struggled with Ryker's battlefield slang -- as he had been with most human warriors he had encountered -- though the two of them fought with surprisingly little friction between them.

After roughly an hour and a half, Yalu withdrew to study the files for their upcoming mission. The physical activity had sharpened his mind for the reading. Sequestered in his cabin, he got through plenty of dossiers before being summoned to the hanger.

---

Everything was double-checked on Yalu's harness. His loadout gave him the tools he needed to fight on the move or dug in. Everything else was left to fate, as always.

"Reporting for duty." Yalu addressed Major Robinson with human formalities. He fought with great willpower not to gawk at the colossal wheeled vehicle.

Before the end of the war, Yalu had a low view of human technology. However, he grew to admire the size and sophistication of their ground vehicles knowing they were largely without plasma power and boosted gravity propulsion.

Yalu gestured to their 'Mammoth'. "With permission to ask, how many crew are required to operate that?"

[Assistant]
Major Robinson

---

"A small squad of marines will be accompanying you to operate the Mammoth, so you will not have to dedicate any of your own number to the task." The Major answered to Yalu. "Remember, once you are through the shell into the interior of Sarcophagus, you will be out of contact with the Thunder, or any other outside support. You will be facing a long drive through rough terrain, dangerous creatures, and potentially hostile forerunner constructs. If you make any long range broadcasts once inside, the rebels may detect it, so do not contact us until you have located the insurrectionist base of operations. Once you have, you may call us in to deal with the Brute ships; we will have a battle group ready to handle them. However, the Brutes are your secondary objective. If you have to let them escape to find the rebels, then so be it."

The Major turned her attention to Aviza, then gestured to the nearest Pelican. "If there are no further questions, you and your team may embark, Spartan."

[User]
Spartan Lucas Ryker

Lucas found his time training with the Sangheili major to be incredibly informative, both in terms of how to deal with enemy assassins and how well he could learn to fight alongside a new team mate. As it stood, it seemed working with that spec ops team while part of Regis had helped him somewhat prepare for the differences and similarities in their fighting style. However, eventually his partner found he had done enough for the day and left the SPARTAN-IV to train with his wrist mounted dagger for awhile longer until he decided to take a nap.

---

When Lucas had arrived at the briefing, he had his sidearm on his right hip, his DMR across his back and two silenced SMGs he'd picked out for this mission specifically in the small of his back. During his days as a black ops agent for ONI, the ODST's caseless silenced version had served him and his team well both upon infiltration and upon exfiltration post-mission. He saw no reason the weapon wouldn't do him some good now, especially given the covert nature of it all. Alongside that was his twin modified energy daggers and his standard issue combat knives along with a pair of fragmentation grenades for when things inevitably went loud. While the Major went over everything, including their new mobile base for the duration of the mission, Ryker took it upon himself to give it a more thorough look over while recording the briefing so he could dissect the spook's words later. Never trust ONI and you'll find you live a lot longer... Words his team's first leader had spoken shortly before ONI had fired him and moved him to a civilian job as a security contractor that the former black ops operative had taken to heart.

Major Yalu'Suumko asked a valid question as Lucas went over the ammunition stockpiles and the Major quickly made it clear that they wouldn't need to concern themselves with operating and guarding the vehicle themselves, but that didn't mean that Ryker wouldn't worry about it anyways. Marines are good, but if these are Remnant we're dealing with, Marines are outclassed in more ways than one. Guess we don't have a choice though... With no one else speaking up, it fell to Aviza to give the all clear to load up and move out. While he couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be SOP for every mission that took them ground side, he didn't think the question needed to be asked just yet, as it would be answered over the next few months quickly enough. "Ready when you are, Fire Team Leader."

[Assistant]
Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery //

Grikgar had learned several new things on human etiquette and was quite fascinated by it. Next time he would remember to eat in an appropriate manner around the other humans. The others did not seem to be too fond of his antics thus far, the Unggoy was aware of this but didn't let it show. Picking up his helmet and wiping off the rest of his food he followed the Spartan Ben around the ship.

The next stop was the holodeck, a training simulation computer. It wasn't something he was used too, Grikgar was far more interested in watching some of the other humans in the area do what they were doing while the others trained. Always curious to the stories and lives of the humans, he was not afraid to ask any of them about their life stories. They varied so vividly that it was always interesting to learn more even if it was fake.

The Spartan he had been following earlier came and got him at about the same time a notification for mission start popped up in his helmet. Grik was able to grab the crate with his gear in it on their way to the meeting. Once he arrived and began seeing the images of the construct on several nearby screens as well as the others that had begun to get there gear ready he knew that the mission was about to start. At least he did feel lucky, yet again he found himself starring at another relic.

The Unggoy straightened his posture, with a deep breath he sighed opening the container. He listened as the major spoke while he affixed his weapons to him. The smooth silent way he got his gear together said he was used to it. Plasma pistols checked and placed on his thighs, plasma grenades on one side of his belt and plasma charges with extra ammo on the other. He was very careful and practiced as he checked his gear, the hiss of an extra can of methane to top his main tank off, his cloaking device making him disappear for a moment then come back, and finally a small flash of his energy shield coming online.

Looking up for a moment to see the mammoth as the major gestured to it only for him to quickly return to prepping his gear. The final two things the Unggoy prepped was checking the blade of his ODST combat knife and securing it to his left shoulder. Then picking up the rather large and bulky fuel rod gun, checking it carefully for damage or foul play, then loading a cluster of ammunition into it taking care to keep the safety on.

Grikgar closed the crate but kept it close to him he would need to take it with him onto the mammoth just in case. He stood quietly cradling his cannon in his arms it was almost as if his personality changed. Going from a childlike aloof Unggoy to a serious battle hardened elite. He knew what was expected of him and now that their mission was starting it was time to be professional, it was time to show why he had the rank of Ultra. "Grikgar is ready for combat mission Commander."


[System]
Sex: F
Age: 18
House: A Dumpster Behind Dark Magician House

Appearance: Here

Duel Disk: A bootleg Duel Coat-style setup, it consists of a groin-mounted Solid Vision projector and a small arm that holds the duel disk oriented horizontally, like a small waist-height table. It somewhat resembles a lower-tech version of Jakob's crotch-mounted cyberdisk from 5ds.

Personality: Marina possesses unshakable confidence and an ego approximately the size of Jupiter. She is self-satisfied and utterly convinced of her superiority on a level surpassed only by the likes of Kaiba himself, and considers most other humans to be lesser lifeforms. This would all be a lot more understandable if she wasn't a filthy hobo who smells like raw sewage, but as it is she just comes off as delusional. That being said, Marina is also a person who firmly believes that anything truly worth doing should be done with one's own two hands, and her work ethic is genuinely impressive.

History: Marina hails from the Ukraine, a hotly-contested radioactive hellhole of a country plagued by tentacle-faced subhumans and physics-disrupting anomalies, as everyone knows. What's less well known is that almost all conflicts in Ukraine are decided by Duel Monsters, as bullets and first-aid supplies must be reserved for purging the terrifying mutants that lurk in the marshes and forests of the region. Marina herself was the daughter of local seamstress and town bicycle Nadiya Kohut, an excellent duelist and shrewd negotiator who ensured they had a decent, if humble, life. As a kid, Marina and the other local children would spend Sunday mornings watching cheap, badly dubbed foreign cartoons, young Marina's favorite being an obscure magical girl series localized as Extremely Pretty Child Olga, which taught little girls that anyone could be a princess if they tried hard enough.

Long story short, Marina took this to heart a little too hard and somehow got it into her head that, as long as she acted like a princess, people would at some point start treating her like one. Eventually, people got tired of putting up with her bullshit and exiled her. After years of long, harsh trials, repeating deportaions, and many a duel, Marina ended up getting shipped to Saotome Duel Institute so nobody had to put up with her anymore. They wouldn't pay for room and board, though, so Marina sleeps in a dumpster behind the dorms, proud ruler of her cardboard kingdom.

Wish: To be absolute monarch of the world, or at the very least the Ukraine.

Violet Duston
Level 1 DARK Fiend Effect Monster
0/1000
Cannot be used as a Fusion, Synchro, or Xyz Material for a Summon. While this card is face-up on the field, it cannot be Tributed. When this card on the field is destroyed: Search your deck or graveyard for a trap card. Set that card on your side of the field. You can only control 1 face-up "Violet Duston".

Solar Legacy: Duston Cloud
Level 1 DARK Fiend Effect Monster
????/1000
Cannot be used as a Fusion, Synchro, or Xyz Material for a Summon. While this card is face-up on the field, it cannot be Tributed. This card cannot be Normal Summoned or Set. This card can only be special summoned by sending 1 "Duston" monster you control to the graveyard, or by the effect of "House Duston". While this card is on the field: Your opponent can only control as many monsters as you have "Duston" monsters on your side of the field. This card gains 500 attack for each Fiend-type monster on the field. When this card is destroyed: Special summon 1 "Duston" monster from your hand or graveyard.

Duston Collector
Continuous Spell
Shuffle all "Duston" monsters in your Graveyard into the Deck; Special Summon 1 "House Duston" from your Deck and equip it with this card. While this card is face-up on the field, you cannot Summon any monsters except "Duston" monsters. When this card leaves the field; you can add 1 "Starduston" from your Deck or Graveyard to your hand.

Monsters
House Duston x3
White Duston x3
Blue Duston x2
Red Duston x2
Yellow Duston x2
Green Duston x2
Violet Duston* x2
Starduston x2
Solar Legacy Duston Cloud* x1
Stygian Security x2
Masked Chopper x1
Battle Fader x2
Chaos Necromancer x1
Doom Donuts x1

Spells
Magicalized Duston Mop x2
Duston Collector* x2
Mystic Box x2
Wave-Motion Cannon x1
Harpie's Feather Duster x1
Gryphon's Feather Duster x1
Opti-Camoflage Armor x1
Enemy Controller x2
Forbidden Lance x1
My Body As A Shield x1
One For One x2
United We Stand x1
Monster Reborn x1
Solidarity x1

Traps
Duston Roller x3
Anti-Spell Fragrance x1
Fuh-Rin-Ka-Zan x2
Dark Smog x1
Widespread Dud x1
Just Desserts x2
Ceasefire x2
Scrap Iron Scarecrow x1
Spatial Collapse x1
Give and Take x2
Solemn Judgement x1

[User]
Matt Ronwell

Matt nodded as Ayami explained as he assumed she would. Before she got far enough to explain more specifically Aya once again excitedly spoke up showing him an example of one of the cards. Matt looked at the card but before he could get very far someone named Cooler barged in. And was barged right out as Aya burst into a tirade over whatever he was saying. What a funny girl, he felt hanging around her would be quite fun if she was always like this. Matt laughed quietly to himself, "Seriously Cooler? Do you have a sister named Hotter?" He said it casually with only a whisper of mocking in his tone, but it was certainly loud enough for Cooler to hear. Matt looked back at the card and continued reading before speaking again, ignoring the presence of Cooler now. "So if all Kajius are like this what do you do if your opponent doesn't play any monsters?"

[Assistant]
Dokurorider Heisei was not prepared for the reveal of that butterfly with bullet wings. His motorcycle was knocked back as he crashed onto the roadway in an explosion. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway had some expression under his helmet. But that was between him and the Devil. "At least I know what that faced down was. And he does not know mine...Plus..."

"...Despite the unfortunate of that accident, it is not enough to keep Heisei down. I shall use his special ability and banish Dokurorider from the graveyard in order to revive Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned."

But there was no more room in Hell, as Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned revved his engines and rode out of the explosion. Following him was a spectral version of Dokurorider. Heisei extended out his right arm, while Dokurorider stuck out his left arm. They fist bumped as Dokurorider faded off into the aether.

He pointed at the biker to note that it was now his turn.

[User]
"Hm. So you survived Bram's counterattack. Very well. It is my turn. Draw." his duel runner dispensed another card, which he swiped from the deck. He looked at it for a brief moment before putting it in his hand. Four speed counters, four cards in hand. Though he had picked up some speed near the beginning of the duel, he had sacrificed quite a bit of it for an extra card. Though it did not appear as such, the biker had a few tricks up his sleeve; the two Phantom Knight cards which could activate from the grave. It was not time yet, however.

"Let's go then. Bram. Finish what you started. Attack his other facedown!"

The vampire flaunted its new pair of wings. It soared into the air, spinning twice before diving, sword first at the Ghoulish Rider's monster.

[Assistant]
"Oh what was that you wanted to do?" The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell remarked.

"YOU ARE IN THE COURT OF THE ABSOLUTE SOVEREIGN OF THE DAMNED! AS LONG AS HE IS ON THE FIELD YOU CANNOT MESS WITH HIS SERVANTS!" Fyodor gestured towards Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned.

The aura surrounding Dokurider Heisei glowed as it forcefully manuevered the knight into battling with him once again.

[User]
"What!?"" the biker shouted as Dokurorider Heisei made its way toward Bram. Bram's sword clashed against the front wheel of Dokurorider's ride, and in a single explosion, the both of them were destroyed.

And returning out of the explosion was Dokurorider Heisei carrying Dokurorider's Mechanic by his collar. The skeletal mechanic was rattling as Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned just stared at him for a moment. He used his other hand to pat the Mechanic's shoulder before throwing him off into the sky with a distinctive twinkle.

"I'm sure you know the Absolute Sovereign of the Damned's rule is eternal by now."

The biker grimaced. "Hmph. I'll set two cards and end my turn." he groaned, slapping the two cards onto his board. They materialized in front of him before vanishing. "Your move."

[Assistant]
Now at seven speed counters, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell drew his next card. He glanced towards the field his opponent had set before him. While the metaphorical roadway was free of imaginary traffic, there were still potential hazards to be found in the Spell & Trap Zone.

Fyodor paused for a moment before preparing for his turn.

"What is a man if not a miserable pile of secrets?" The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell mused. "I'll reveal a secret for you. And in doing so..." Fyodor said as he showed the Speed Spell - High Speed Crash. His Duel Runner reduced in speed as he used four of his seven speed tokens to activate one of Speed World 2's effects.

800 damage would be coming to the other rider's life-points.

"Now then, I showed one of my secrets. It is time to destroy one of yours. I activate Speed Spell - High Speed Crash! I shall send my face down monster to the graveyard to send the rightmost card in your Spell & Trap Zone to the grave in exchange!

The face down monster card went on a collision course to strike the face down in a glorious vehicular accident.

[User] "Hm. Not so fast!" the biker interrupted. The card targeted for destruction was flipped face-up, revealing the card. "I chain in response to High Speed Crash, my quick-play speed-spell card Book of Moon! By paying two speed counters it allows me to target one of your monsters," the Biker clenched his fist at Dokurorider Heisei, "and flip it face down!" Once again, the biker lost speed.

[Assistant]
@The book of bad juju@Thecrash20

"Going into a battle with prior knowledge is definitely preferred over going without and responding after being affected," Carnel responded to Matt's earlier question. "It's even worse in the case of Kaijus." Before he could respond further, Aya began to explain on her own. Truth be told, Carnel only knew of the Kaijus by the traits they shared, but none of the actual monsters themselves, so seeing one of the cards was some good information to find.

Then, chaos ensued as someone who called himself Cooler interjected himself into the conversation, resulting in a small clash with Aya. Carnel raised both hands between everyone to try to keep the fight from escalating. "Now now, let's not have such hostility between ourselves already," Carnel said ever so politely. "There'll be plenty of time for that on the Duel field, after all." Turning to Cooler, Carnel's polite expression turned into one of confidence as he continued, "As for you, I hope your words are more than just bark, otherwise I'd be disappointed."

[User]
As Carnel mentioned a duel-field, there seemed to be a different atmosphere and the color of the area around the bus did indeed change. Had anyone noticed, the bus was in fact going faster, having sped up since it started up again after the motorist had thrown his brick. The bus was inside the Speed World, and fast approaching were the two bikers, monsters and all.

Mr. O'Dell honked his horn twice, signalling for the two to get out of the way. After which, the mysterious biker pulled off to the side of the road, duel runner still on, trailing along the side of the bus.

Along either side, their monsters could be seen- or at least those of the Ghoulish Rider- the only one of the two with a monster on the board.

[Assistant]
Marina folded her arms and braced herself for Berserker Soul's impact. Her legs quivered as her Duel Coat's feedback system sent a feeling like hot needles up and down her torso. A sure sign that the duelist in question had been brought below zero life points. She spat into the grass, then looked sideways at Fuubi.

"I suppose truly savoring a match with royalty was too much for a child such as you to handle, yes?"

Marina gave Fuubi a look of pity as she placed her grubby, well-used cards back into the deck, her Duel Coat closing up as it shut down. This poor child had clearly never known what true victory felt like. Both he and his deck were rough, unpolished... But there was potential, perhaps.

"Do not worry; as a future ruler, the great Marina Viktoriya Kohut will accomodate you. Hear me, foolish one! When next we meet, I and my favored subjects shall crush you utterly and without hesitation. Then, and only then, I shall teach you true showmanship. You are understanding?"

Without waiting for an answer, Marina began to strut off towards the next unsuspecting student- then stopped, for a thought had occured to her.

"A word of advice, young one! If this is all your deck can do, you will not survive for long, da? Polish yourself, and perhaps you become a great man."

With that, Marina left.

Doctor


[System]
ALIAS('s): Darsby
STATUS: Living
SPECIES: Human?
GENDER: Male?
AGE: ???
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: ???
BUILD: Lean-Lanky-Thin
RANK: ???
OCCUPATION: ???

BASIC PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's attenuated, pale, entirely covered in various ebony tribal tattoos up to and including the neck, numerous lengthy blade-born scars, and holds lean muscle in quantity's just thick enough to not look emaciated. His hair and eyes are generally a somewhat luminescent rose pink, the X scar just above his right eye is of the same color. Said scar is the only piece of tissue with such an oddity. Darsby's scars cut through his numerous tattoos as if having occurred after getting ink-work done.

BASIC PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: He's most easily related to an apathetic college student during finals week who's will to live was lost after discovering their GPA is ruined due to failed exams.

BASIC ABILITY DESCRIPTION: He can hide his presence with alien cigarettes and teleport objects from one place to another, I guess? Maybe he can sense strange magics?

BASIC HISTORY DESCRIPTION: Unidscovered

PICTURE:

[User]
"W-well, all we have are fragments..-" Dan scratched at the back of his head, squinting his eyes before releasing a sigh to indicate his joy at Anora not focusing solely on him anymore. "-We b-believe that Pahn bound the original elements of this planet to separate, human forms some-... uh, l-like six or seven billion of your, uh, 'years' ago? That would be your ancestor." Dan pointed this way and that to indicate time and figures, his eyes wandering as easily as his mind all the while.

"Anyways!-" Dan continued as if his first point was hardly anything to think about once spoken. "That quenz-er-necklace, uhm, I mean, pendant? Yeah, yeah that. That should feed you some sensory information for your mind to translate. I guess, 'Ahshia' it is?" Dan clearly didn't understand the word 'Asia,' nor did he know how to speak it. Regrettably, it was the only word he had yet spoken with confidence. He gestured towards his two companions and then to Anora with bright eyes saying things like, 'yes, onward friends!' in quiet bodily directives.

By this time, it may be possible that Anora would find the protein bar she'd left on her lap to be gone. Should she look for it, she may eventually find that someone who wasn't previously eating next to her now has herself quite the aggressive snack. Ahllasta had grabbed the food as if it were second nature to her with such slight that only Darsby had noticed the action, and, thought it better to say nothing of it.

Ahllasta was upset and mumbling between bites. Shortly after Dan had clumsily said the word 'Ahshia,' Ahllasta would only grow more annoyed. She seemed to hate something about this man; perhaps it was the organization he worked for, perhaps it was all his own doing. Regardless, she'd vent her frustration into the buttons of the center console with food-stained fingers, mashing this and denting that while muttering something about her being the only actual wizard here. Eventually, the car sputtered and shifted its shape whilst Anora clearly said "Ahshia, I'll take you to bloody ahshia. All you clueless, inbred, good-for-nothing-" And her voice would again trail off into quiet curses whilst both hands turned white-knuckled atop the steering wheel.

The black car they'd first found themselves in had begun to shift and mold along it's exterior into something of a flighty creature. The inner cabin retained it's shape and feeling whilst two, massive wings of the feathery sort sprouted their long figures from either side of the car. Two flaps later and they were sailing above the freeway, another two and they were in the clouds. Their velocity was supernatural; what else is to be expected of current affairs. No momentum or g-force could be felt within, only the faint whistling of the wind.

Darsby had calmed himself quite a bit since being in the presence of Dan. He was now gazing longingly into the outer world, clouds and long hilly landscapes birthed some sense of romantic poetry into his face and shoulders. He looked like he was either getting ready to burst into song or settle back into his seat with some profound statement about the size of everything.

Dan, feeling the rather 'cool' sort after pushing Ahllasta into her raging action to transform their transport, settled back into his seat. He eventually made a not so profound observation about the size of everything.

"I guess we're the big four, knocking on Pahn's door, eh?" Dan gently slapped the seat near Darsby instead of hitting the man's shoulder, deciding that entering someone else's personal space was still only too much for him in his moment of sudden confidence. He let out a few strangled sounds from the abyss of his semi-smiling open mouth before looking frantically for affirmation, tightly crossing his arms, and looking out the window in a way meant to mirror Darsby's eccentric habit of gazing upon creation.

Ahllasta and Darsby gave the man no more room than he asked for, attending to their own emotions as previously prescribed. Dan seemed to be the only one jittery and anxious enough to respond to anything Anora might say. He must not be the sort who has many friends.

[Assistant]
Anora's mouth dropped open at being a descendant of someone with an element bound to them. Unlike Dan who switched topics as if he had just told her that her great-great-grandfather was an ice cream man, she only half heard his next words, consumed with the first thought.
 "Asia," she corrected him absently. She held a hand in front of her, summoning a couple minuscule clouds of her mist around her fingers. The glittering substance swirled with an almost eager playfulness, ever ready to do her bidding.
 Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of what element could possibly look like her powers. As far as she could tell, it wasn't exactly an element, per say, she controlled, but some sort of energy. But then, that's exactly what some elements were, wasn't it? Energy?
 Her eyes widened and she inhaled as a thought struck her. There were more than your four classic base elements, after all. Especially depending on what culture you asked.
 She quickly turned back in her seat, heart beating quicker with the anticipation of at long last knowing what, exactly, she could do.
 The typical gentle glow of her eyes faded as she released her powers and opened her mouth to confirm her suspicion. But Ahllasta reaching to press the buttons on the center console gave her pause and made her heart jump for an entirely different reason.
 Worry at what Ahllasta had done pushed her excitement aside. Noticing the woman had taken her energy bar, Anora glanced quickly between the wrapped food and where she had sat it.
 She frowned and opened her mouth to give an annoyed, yet surprised "Hey!" but the woman's irate mutterings made her shut her mouth. The last thing she needed was to further irritate Ahllasta. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what, exactly, made Ahllasta hate Dan—or his organization—and Darsby so ardently. And not for the first time. But she didn't have time to dwell on that, or the minor theft.
 Anora gasped and turned fully forward when the car began to sputter and change, its exterior stretching in a way no normal, human-made car could stretch. Her breath caught in her throat. She tightly gripped the edge of her seat near her legs as the car began to rise into the air with a couple downward strokes from the feathered—feathered!—wings that had sprouted from the car.
 "Holy Valkeries!" Anora breathed
 Once the initial shock wore off, she quickly pulled part of the seatbelt over her head for more maneuverability and practically pressed her nose against the window. She had her hand on the crank for the window, but thought better of opening it; what of the world she could still make out below blew by with impossible speed. And she rather liked her head and hands where they were.
 She exhaled heavily as a grin spread over her face. They were flying. In a car. With wings.
 "This thing would make the Weasley's jealous!" She ran her fingers through her bangs. The desire to lean out the window and touch the inky feathers made her fingers itch. "This is amazing! What'd you do, turn a Pegasus into a car, or vice versa?"
 Dan's voice reminded her of his presence.
 "Huh?" she turned again to look at the back seat. Her gaze paused on Darsby, the easier of the two within her sight. He looked the most comfortable with the situation than he had since she met him.
 This… is normal to them, she reminded herself. Flying cars, spidery monsters, magic—all of it was just another day for them. On the other hand, adrenaline and the thrill of adventure and meeting the bizarre buzzed through her, only adding more emotions to her already over-clogged brain. Her stomach did a few excited flips. The whole situation was crazy—completely insane—but she couldn't help but enjoy it. Some of it, at least.
 She eyed Dan worriedly at the noises he made. Her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out if he was trying to laugh, clear his throat, or if was about to burst into flames or something else to add to her ever-growing List of Weird.
 "Okay," she breathed as he mimicked Darsby and looked out his window. She turned fully to get as good a look at him as she could. "Backing up, here. My powers. They're… am I controlling aether? Or is there another element I'm missing?"

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Dan perked up, his dim features being set alight at Anora offering him time to ask a question. He was skittish, small, noted as a monster, yet he looked honestly overjoyed when another person noticed him enough to ask anything. He contained his excitement like any school child might: clenched hands, a gingerly chewed lower lip, and upwardly shrugging shoulders to surround ember eyes. Those eyes, inhumanely grey yet entirely rife with some profound joy at the aspect of socialization. That aspect, at least that, was vibrantly human about our alien man, Dan.

"Ah! Y-yes! You-you have quite the power to you!-" He watched the static in her hand with quizzical fascination, marveling at whatever traits he'd observed there. "-W-well, you s-see, by our records, at the start of The Olympus-s Era, there were about six individuals made b-by Pan. Th-they procreat-ted to make a sort of, s-sort of blend of elements in their many ch-children." Dan nodded with an anxious shake or two. Whatever lay outside the window was nothing like the talk he was having with Anora here, the knowledge and speech are flagrantly stimulating to him. He didn't seem to favor Anora in any light most grown men would, with distance and hesitant measurement. Dan jumped at the opportunity to speak like a tired child alone in the corner of a kindergarten classroom, too scared to talk first but undoubtedly happy to learn and teach as any young human would be. Do all 'monsters' not have any friends to talk to? What kind of Embassy Rep is this?

Darsby continued to look out the window, his traveled eyes absorbing more than most humans do in a lifetime. Whatever it was he looked at had drawn him into some distant land of thought. He was a man in another world by the remote air to him.

Ahllasta continued to grumble and munch vigorously at the food between her fingers. Heated air rasps from her lungs in small spurts of protest. She appears to be relaxing into the seat, both shoulders sitting square on the leather above a faintly slouching waist. Her complaints only continued as Dan carried on in his usual way, his presence and manner keeping her aggravated. She didn't look unused to this state of pestered being.

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Far, far away in a damaged farmstead there lay an incapacitated agent and a continuously ringing phone. On the other ened waits a directore of sorts who'll likely only spend another ring or two of his time before finding solutions to problems far bigger than his widest estimations.


[System]
"Desire...? Wish...? Dream...? I don't... understand those things..."
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Nationality: Brazilian
Alteration: Pandemic Nightmare
Agni's Alteration allows him to manipulate nightmares. With it, he can allow them to exist in reality and use them as attacks. The best representation of those powers comes in form of summoning. For an example, Agni can summon illusionary wolves to attack his foes and depending on how he uses them, those nightmares can gradually become more powerful. He's also able to summon Cerberus, the Great Beast of Hades, as his familiar and summon spirit whenever he desires to. Agni's power allows him to create the Nightmare Dimension, which allows him to summon nightmares at a faster rate, while also changing from his human form to his Paradox Form.
Downsides:
1. Loss of Emotions: Thanks to his Alteration, Agni lost all ways of showing the emotion he's currently feeling. His voice is rather cold-sounding and his face never seems to change from its normal. In a way or another, he's almost as a menreiki, except he has no masks to use in order to substitute the fact his facial expression will remain the same.
2. Light Resistance = Weak: Agni's Alteration is Dark-element based, so Light elemental attacks inflict far more damage to him.
3. Nightmare Dimension's Strength: Once the Nightmare Dimension is active, Agni is able to summon nightmares at a faster rate. However, all of his attacks will have a -50% strength to compensate for the +50% casting rate.
Rarity: Unique
Preferred Classes: Math, English, Philosophy, Psychology.
Personality: With or without his emotions, Agni is very silent, though that doesn't mean he won't engage in conversations. He's rather used to loneliness, so he feels no sort of problem being left behind by others. However, he fully enjoys the company of the people he likes. Agni can be rather blunt and speak his honest opinion about others, which could hurt them without the intention to. He loves to study and is a bookworm.
Main Theme: 死～shi～
Pre-Battle/Special Dialogue Theme: The Piano for Agni ver. 2
Battle Theme: Aqua -0.2 Ver-
Battle Theme (Nightmare Dimension): The Executioner

* Haunted Hound: summons an nightmare wolf to pursue and attack the enemy.
* Condemned's Scream: releases a soundwave that paralyzes enemies.
* Chains of Misery: summons a black chain that pursues foes.
* A Destiny No One Wished: summons small dark orbs that surround the enemy and shoots it with a barrage of dark beams.

[User]
Gabriel

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"Not this stupid bi-"

Gabriel's thoughts on Reina was once again interrupted as the students gathered were once again called to board the buses to the school. Just narrowly avoiding exploding on the insufferable Singaporean, she huffed and turned away from her just as another loud bang echoed out. She was less surprised this time, but wow Temper's super-speed thing was loud.

Well, at least she thought it was super-speed. It was either that or teleporting.

She followed Henry's swarm of wasps to the back of the bus, where Temper had reserved them seats. Guess that meant they were friends now? They were certainly the strangest friends she's had, but she wasn't complaining. They were pretty cool so far - better than chatterbox that she was tempted to sock twice already.

"Goddamn she talks a lot," grumbled Gabriel. "She could at least freakin' keep it down." Shaking her head, she plucked another insect from the box, inspecting it. Worm this time, wasn't sure about the species though. Oh well, down the hatch it goes.

"So, anyway, name's Gabriel. Wasn't able to give it a while ago, but there you go. Nice to meethca guys."

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@Duoya

[Assistant]
Interacting with: Reina Fuyoeru (@Indra) and Lea Boscán (@Frettzo)

"Mind if we join you two? Oh! Did you know that fiction are often based on legends and such legends are truths?"

And when he finally thought he could get to read in tranquility, someone else comes to speak. Different from the conversation with Aaron, this sounded more like a long monologue... especially because this girl seemed to speak what seemed so obvious. Of course Agni knew that most stories derived from fiction and some of them based on real facts. He liked to read books, after all. "I know. This, for an example, is based on the myth of Jack the Ripper. It's a nice story." He said, not looking at her at all. Also, "two" who? He wondered if she hadn't noticed that he and Aaron weren't talking anymore, since he was on the second row, listening to music.

"Based on your facial-muscular pattern and body language... I have calculated that you are in a thought of an unfulfilled expectation, allow me to fill you up and excite every hormone in your body."

Agni wasn't even paying too much attention to what she had just said, since she spoke in a tone which he constantly ignored, as it did sound very... wrong. As he kept reading, however, the girl took the book from his hands and began to page it all by herself, at a quick rate. It was a little fast, so much that she had reached the ending. In circumstances like this, how would a normal human be? Angry, bothered... but he just kept his stone cold face while getting up and taking the book back.

"Your basis is off the mark. I don't have any sort of expectation unfulfilled... rather, I don't have any expectation anymore. Also, if you want to read my book, ask for it. I don't like when people are forceful on me, through actions and words. Lastly, keep your perverted talk about hormones to yourself. Not everyone's comfortable with it." Agni said, while sitting back at his chair.

Then, she presented herself and her leaf friend. "... I'm Agni Blackheart. I don't mind if you sit here, but..." As he spoke, two pairs of eyes appeared near him and a growling soon could be heard. Those eyes, dark red and glimmering like a ruby, belonged to Agni's nightmare wolf familiars, which were one of the main ways he had to defend himself. "It seems like those guys are already aware of you two and they don't like you. We can talk later if you want, but you should go back to your seat before they bite you." Agni warned them.

[User]
@Indra @Frettzo
 Charles would raise his head from his game when he heard the growls and turn towards the back of the bus where the others was gathered. He'd sigh at this "can you three keep it down?" he'd ask the three, they was in a minibus so they was all fairly close together even with their choices of seats. He'd shake his head at them 'we are all part of a small class best not to be fighting each other' he thought to himself since he didn't like getting super involved but didn't like what seemed to be a fight about to go down. He'd turn back to his games after he said his peace and leans back in his seat as he plays it.

 Charles would look over to the person in the seats across from him and think for a second before saving and putting away that game and he would scoot over to edge of the seat so he could reach over to tap Aaron's shoulder to try and get his attention, if he manages to he'd pull out two 3DS systems out of his inventory "hey man, name's charles... want to battle?" he asks Aaron as he pulls out two copies of the smash bros games taking out the old games in the 3DS' and putting the smash bros in them.

[Assistant]
turned to see Charles handing him a console. "My name's Aaron and sure why not, it'll kill time, right?" Aaron took the console off of Charles, smiling as he did. He looked at Charles closely, trying to analyse him, it was clear that he was a gamer, he had to be after having two consoles in his bag, but what was more? He was clearly not the perfect picture of an extrovert, though he'd only seen two so far who had been. Was Charles a good gamer? A bad one who just enjoyed it for the game? These thoughts swam around Aaron's mind getting lost in themselves and tangled up. For the first time in a while, he decided he'd play a game just to enjoy it. He locked in Pit and he was ready to play.

@Duoya@Genni@MagusDream@TheHangedMan@Indra@Frettzo
Callum turned around "Okay kids, we'll be setting off now, so take your seats." With that Callum started the engine and begin to slowly move off, doing a three point turn so he could head back the way he'd appeared from.

[User]
The minibus pulls up in front of the school.

"Okay kids, we're here, time to get out." After Callum helped everyone off of the bus he locked the doors. He lead them to the doors, he turned to face them all. "This will be where you get taught for the next few years." He flung open the doors, light pouring out it had an almost blinding glow to it. Callum turned to see the light, covering his eyes, the light turned off with the sound of a switch. Bailee walked out "I got you again, you never expect it." She began to laugh.

After the two had sorted everything out, they began to show the group out into the courtyard, with the school building behind them, a fountain in the centre and their dorm rooms across from them. Callum gave everyone a key car, "Okay so your card has your dorm number on, each room as three beds, two singles and one bunk. Each room also has a map to it, we'll meet you all in the cantine, which is at the front of the school building, at seven o'clock for your evening meal. You're first class is not until tomorrow morning, which you'll need to report here, before going to it, at nine o'clock." With that the two caretakers walked back towards the school building.

[Assistant]
Charles would chuckle at Aaron nodding "that's for certain, along with being enjoyable playing with another" he says as he locks in as random with slight grin. As the bus ride drove on he would battle Aaron as much as he was willing winning about 45% of the time, though some games he was clearly just playing around while the times he won he had actually played seriously. Always picking random so he just played with what ever character he got each game. When they reached the destination he took back the game "Your a good opponent" he would tell Aaron as he thought of his inventory to pull it up and put the systems away. He'd follow the others out of the bus and listened to the two teachers as he guessed they was, though the light trick was nice it also was annoying.

 Charles would look at the Key card he was handed "Dorm 2 huh.." He'd mumble to himself, when it seemed the introduction was over Charles would look at the map to see here his dorm was then head there. Swiping the card to enter then instead of picking a bed he would start setting up his systems at the t.v., he sets up all the newer system, he has the older ones as well but he decides to only set those up when he needs to. Also setting up a connector so he could plug all them into the t.v. at once, having a PlayStation 4, Xbox one, and a Switch all set up in moments. Then he'd think about where to set up his computer chuckling to himself wondering which bed he should also take.

[User]
Gabriel

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"Aye, thanks for the lift."

Gabriel waved to Henry and Temper. She'd see them later, hopefully. For now it was time to set down some roots. Also, she really wanted to take a nap. She was already dozing off during the bus ride, and right now she was yawning like every ten seconds.

"A'ight. Dorm one, room 201..."

It didn't take her too long to find it, and from the looks of it, she was the first one there. Great, that meant she could call dibs on the bed!

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@Duoya

[Assistant]
CS Link

Location: School bus --> Dorm 2, room 302
With eyelids drooping Temper let the rest of the crowd file off the bus ahead of her before finally lifting herself out of her seat. The long journey from home was really beginning to weigh heavily on her and the young girl was a little confused when told dinner would be at seven, especially since her wrist watch already showed the time as well passed nine.

After a moment Temper slapped herself on the forehead before reaching into her satchel, pulling out her alarm clock. With a grin she saw there was quite a while to wait before the meal and so instead of slipping into thinking time she instead lined up to fetch her luggage from the bus storage compartment along with the rest of the students.

When she finally had her bags Temper made her way upto her room, but as she opened the door she saw a young man crouched in front of the TV fiddling with a selection of game consoles and other peripheral equipment.

"Oh, sorry," She quickly said, shifting her bags on her shoulder as she backed out and checked the room number, doing a double take as she realised that this was the right room after all. Stepping back inside Temper made her way over to the bed closest to the window a little nervously, dumping her luggage on it as she eyed up her roommate.

"Err," she muttered, unsure of what to say next, "So... looks like we're sharing the room, huh?" Temper wished she could just slip out for a while, but this was one of those occasions where pausing time just wouldn't help.

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Charles would jump when a girl walked in and very much seem nervous when she went out and came back in dropping stuff on a bed. "uh.. I guess so.." he replies to her, he would be even more nervous realizing he is now sharing a room with a girl. He knew he had to get over this but it wouldn't be so easy. So in his nervous he'd reach out into his inventory to pull out a slim jim and eats some of it, to try and calm down.

 Though it would probably be strange the fact she doesn't see any bags on him and he pulled a snack out of thin air. After calming down some he'd scratch side of his head "so... um.... what is your name?" he asks her, "I'm Charles gamer extraordinaire" he says half jokingly to try and lighten the mood.

[Assistant] Agni, after listening to all of the explanation, went directly to his room. Room 301. I suppose this is it., he thought. The door was inscribed with the number, but it could be a prank. It wouldn't bother him, but he went inside anyway, seeing that no one was inside it yet. "So, I'll be sharing rooms. I wonder who it is. No one generally shares a room with me because of my state, but whatever. It's not as if this place was normal in the first place.", he spoke. Agni picked one of the beds, it being the most far to the door and began to organize his things.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Minus the cig.
Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose.
Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally.

As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered.
Strengths: * Is quite agile.
* Learns quickly.
* Efficient when dealing with menial tasks.

Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit.
* Occasionally forgetful.
* Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions.

Demons:
 Main Squad:
 Kobold
Weapon: A metal pole.
Other: N/A

[User]
As the adrenaline wore off, Daisuke felt his entire body aching from the beating he had just taken. Even if it was only one hit, that Kobold or whatever it was called had done to him in one hit what most people could only accomplish in a no-holds barred fistfight. It was scary, of course- he had escaped death twice over the course of less than half an hour, and he was pretty sure most people would be scared out of their minds right now...

But why wasn't he? That incident should, by all means, have scarred any other person for life and turned them into a blubbering mess. Why was he still standing, alive? As he looked around, though, he was met with a disgusting sight.

Dead bodies. Lots of dead bodies, all crushed by debris or wounded to the point of fatality- not a single living person among them. Was this entire section of Akiba completely destroyed or something...?

Not wishing to see the dead and dying bodies and the pools of blood of the newly deceased, Daisuke carefully made his way around the area, using his pole as a support of sorts to check for any shaky areas as well as to keep himself upright. There was no telling when another fight like the one he had just found himself in, and with his body in the shape that it was in it was only a matter of time before things got any worse.

It just so happened, though, that he heard the sound of someone... Or something making its way towards the debris behind him. Carefully turning around, Daisuke readied himself for another fight and readied his pole before seeing that it was simply another person walking towards him. What a relief that isn't wasn't another one of those monstrously strong demons like the Kobold he had only barely managed to defeat. Though the appearance of the man instilled a sense of natural fear and intimidation in him, he wasn't apt to go picking fights with people... Especially not in a time of crisis such as this one. But maybe he had some information that could shed some light on the situation.

"Is... Is there something that you need from me?" Daisuke asked, a tinge of worry in his voice as he tried to steady himself among the debris and stand up a bit straighter... Albeit with little success.

[Assistant]
~Keiko Yamada~

Kaiko walked calmly through the street, stopping only briefly to dust off a smudge off of her coat. She had to admit, even for her the destruction she was looking at in Akiba was a bit...much. She may not have cared so much for other people usually, but she couldn't find a word too describe how she felt about the current state of things. Conflicted? Yes, that would do. She was conflicted. Certainly she held no notion of actually feeling bad about those who were unfortunate enough to...die in such a way from the earthquakes - she passed by several dead people currently and didn't even seemed fazed by it.

Uneasy though? Yes, she felt uneasy. About what, she couldn't say, but she hadn't felt so uneasy in quite the some time. She had so many questions, and so very little answers. First of all, was that 'Cortensia' app that had suddenly appeared on her phone. Though she had no solid proof, that definitely had something to do with all of this. That pest of a Pixie, saving her life...maybe even the earth quakes. Second, was the Pixie. Just what was that? She knew it was a creature from western mythology - a playful little trickster spirit that like causing mischief. Was the Cortensia app being snarky or something? Sending a creature like that to her, who was undoubtedly a bit on the mischief maker side?

She shook her head. She wouldn't find answers just by thinking about it. Maybe that little Pixie could give her some more answers? She had said she didn't really know much, but Keiko got the distinct impression the little troublemaker wasn't entirely being truthful. Perhaps it wouldn't be best to summon her again though - no telling if she would be helpful or harmful in this situation, best thing she could do was try and find someone else and get a handle on things. Surely, there was someone else in Akiba that was alive.

With that mind set, she set out, running by a few people who seemed a little worse for wear. She tried to get some information out of them, but most seemed a bit too occupied with something else. Getting someones attention, was proving to be increasingly difficult. Soon, she found herself in a rather isolated part of Akiba - it looked like most people had cleared out of here, leaving only the dead and debris from the earthquake behind. She wasn't getting anywhere fast...with a sigh, she looked for a place to sit.

It took her a bit to find a relatively clean place to sit, but eventually she decided to make a little seat for herself atop a pile of debris. Taking out her phone, she opened the Cortensia App.

"Alright...let's see what you can do." She quietly commented. The app opened with little trouble - it seemed simple enough to use. There were several buttons, although there were quite a few grayed out - namely one named fusion. However, she was more focused on the one named 'demon summoning'. Demons? Was that what the pixie was? Was that little pest a demon? She thought demons were supposed to be horrible abominations...not that...Pixie thing.

"Hrm...What else?" She commented, not pressing the button for now. She had a good idea on what it could do, and she wasn't in the mood for messing with that pest. Instead, she opted to look into the one labeled 'shop'. She could...buy other 'demons'? There were more of those things? She opened the store, and began perusing the goods there. She was surprised to see things - food, water, even...weapons. She would have tried to purchase one, but it seemed she didn't have enough 'Macca' - whatever the hell that was. With a sigh, she continued browsing the functions of the app, still with more questions than answers at the moment.

[User]
"Hey brat! I saw you fighting with that thing, I must say that I'm quite impressed" said Gentaro with a stern tone that matched his serious looking face.
He raised his cellphone and showed him the pic of his Cortensia app and the Angel within it.

"Which leads me to ask, had you been through this shit before? and do you have any idea of what's this thing?" Asked in a way that almost seemed to be a threat.

I'm probably wasting my time, this brat seems to be scared to the core... Thought while furrowing his brow even more.

[Assistant]
Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today.

As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing.

Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.

[User]
~Keiko Yamada~

"Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely.

"Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?"

The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting.

"...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side.

"Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"

[Assistant]
Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris.

"I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life.

"On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?"

Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure...

"Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."


[System]
Age: 20? He isn't sure.

Race: Super Mutant

Sex: Male (?)

Skills: Construction, hand to hand/close range combat, basic first aid, cooking skills (oddly), able chess player

Personality: Guarded, loner, distrusting of most,  fearless in the face of danger, if someone can make friends with him, there is almost blind loyalty, to the point of taking offense to those who attack those he cares about.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Rook is a monster among men, standing at 8 foot 9 inches tall, he is rather intimidating. This is further compounded by the fact he wears hand made armor, welded steel plates, barbed wire wrapped bracers, and a helmet that covers most of his face, he looks closer to the knights of old, Pre-war holo tapes.

His weapon is out that era as well. He carries a hand made pike. Plate steel welded to a steel pipe that is filled with cement and wrapped with leather. Given his size and power, it's a wonder any dare to challenge him. His only ranged weapon is almost comical. A simple, well worn 10mm pistol, and no, he is far from a good shot. He saves it for if he cannot reach something at all.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Mercenary

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: One of the first FEV experiments by the Institute, Rook used to be a normal person. He doesn't recall where he was from, his name, or anything of that nature. He knew he enjoyed playing chess however, and has scattered memories of playing that with an old woman in blue.

When he was made, he was deemed a failure because of his refusal to take orders. They sent a corsair to end his life. This... did not go as planned, as Rook ripped his arms off and proceeded to beat the synth to death with them. He was eventually subdued, shot in the head, and dumped in the sewers.

The Institute, with all the power of their minds, had not realized just how resilient a Super Mutant could be. He awoke in the sewers, and fought his way free once more. He spent time healing, and learning more about his abilities.

His hide out was eventually attacked by Raiders. At first he planned to simply flee, but when he saw the slaves, the people being pushed around, he felt he had to do something. In the world's worst game of Hide and Seek, Rook made himself known. His massive physical strength made it easy to kill the first two, and acquire a weapon. A simple, elegant, deadly machete.

By the end of it, the raiders had been slain, and he opened the door to free the people... and they freaked out. He tried to explain his side, that he was not here to hurt them, but they remained unconvinced. When they escaped, they kept looking at him like he was a monster.

He went through the raiders items, cobbled together crude armor, collected the weapons, and set off, calling himself Rook. It just seemed to fit. He spent years slowly working up a reputation among the wastelanders, who never seemed to trust him, and he grew to hate that.

His most recent job had him guarding a caravan to Salem. The town was growing, and he didn't sign back on. Perhaps he could start a new here.

[User]
Eliza Weaver
 S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon

 Eliza was still physically and mentally exhausted and with the effects of the stimpak starting to kick in she felt even groggier. Although she had found a small comfort in the fact that her leg had already started to feel better, it was being able to lay in Shelby's bed, her body melting into her sheets. She'd wanted to experience this moment since they departed from each other.

 "I'm feeling really hot Shelby, so unless you have something extremely light for me to wear I think I'll just stick with this blanket." Eliza cracked a little smirk as she pulled her top off and threw it alongside Shelby's bed, exposing her breasts but Eliza didn't seem to care. At this point she was too hot to care, and as much as she wanted to sleep with Shelby she wasn't going to be able to if she couldn't cool down for at least a little bit.

Eliza barely reacted to the sound of Waylon yelling up the stairs to Shelby. Even with the sounds of him coming up the stairs with a supposed guest she didn't make an effort to cover her exposed chest. Eliza didn't like to wear clothes, a trait she'd carried since she was young. So if she was going to be living with Shelby and Waylon than he was going to see them sooner rather than later. It was at the sight of their company that Eliza second guessed her decision and pulled the blanket up just enough to cover herself. "I'm sorry, I'm still really out of it." Eliza's face was starting to blush, and she just wished she could hide her face in Shelby's arms like an embarrassed child. "Thank you for taking care of my horse. We've been through alot together. I take it you're familiar with them?"

[Assistant]
Steve cooper-The Non-overcoating- Road into town/evening

"…the hell is going on, Steve?"

"Just some raider punks who thought they could extort the town, this one attempted to beg for mercy but he know the town's location and that the wall isn't finished.... not worth the risk." Steve stated as he holstered his 50. Deagle pistol

Would have just gathered up some more raiders and attacked the town again...

Steve then turned to face overcoat except today she wasn't wearing it... "You're not" Steve stated as he checked out non-overcoat, somewhat muscular she was thinner than steve had expected, perhaps due to her suffering from malnourishment at somepoint? Her... assets were also larger than fly girl's but not as big as Celeste. "Wearing your overcoat."

"Guess I'll have to come up with a new nickname for you then Non-overcoat." Steve chuckled on as he winked at Lorelei.

Before Steve could say anything else an man around Steve's age with greying and hair and perhaps an trader of some sorts judging by the multiple pockets on his clothes ran up to see what was happening, "Hey! What is it, partner? Bandits? Mutants? 'claws, God forbid?"

You'd think we just be standing here if it was deathclaw's?

"Just some raider scouts... Rook pretty much deracinated them single handily but this is the second time hostile forces have attacked the town today, next time we may be not be lucky enough for it to foolishly poorly armed Punks."

"But I have idea, we got raider corpses here and atom cultists over there." Steve said as he pointed to the dead atom cultist "we pick up their bodies and dump them on main road... make it look like they though each other."

Bending down Steve picked up one of the raider's rifle and examined the gun's barrel... for an raider's weapon it was in decent condition "with any luck they will blame each other for the attack and whilst they are busy getting revenge we can finish off the town wall."

I can use this...

"Should also build some traps and turrets to guard us and any blinds pots we have until the wall is finished and then once built save us from having to man all of the wall 24-7."

should atleast have one person on the gate though.

[User]
Ace Makovich – Diner – Nightfall

"Or, street lights would just make us a nice, bright, blaring target to the rest of the Commonwealth." Frieda blew smoke out the side of her mouth. "Sorry. I'm...not very fond of super mutants, docile or otherwise." She stooped to lean towards Ace. "How do we know he's not building this wall to lock us in until such time his more violent 'friends' appear, and wouldn't you know it, for some reason the gate just opened right up for them, but not for us to escape?"

"Well Frieda, can't expect us to live in darkness and fear forever. That's why a good town defense will be necessary. Rook seems on the up and up, plus, in all my experience I've never seen a mutie think ahead that far. Besides he was asking help with gate since he didn't really have an idea for it. I on the other hand have quite a few and will design it…though I could be plotting with him to lock you all in and save myself." Ace winked at her and laughed.

Frieda sighed. "I know Brandy thinks highly of him, for...some reason...and I owe that girl a lot. She let me move in, and all. She's just so sweet. I don't want her to get hurt."

"Look Brandy can be like that. She won't get hurt if I have anything to say about it… besides I'm not saying I trust him completely. I just want Salem to be a safe place, where one can feel secure but at the same time feel free, not boxed in like Diamond city or Starlight city for that matter; all tall buildings and so many people living in a small space."

"Anyways." She turned to Rick. "You didn't answer my earlier question, but my offer still stands. Are you staying somewhere, and do you want me to walk you home? Either way, I'm heading off to get something to eat, see if I can't find Brandy, see what she's been up to, today." Frieda pushed the scissors she was still holding back into Arthur's hands. "I'll be properly armed tomorrow, I promise. If you've got another couple hours in you, come by the diner for a drink."

Rick looked at Frieda and shook his head no and pointed toward Mary's house, "Mary was gracious enough to offer me a place to spend the night, I can figure out the long term stuff later. Home's right there so no escort necessary miss. But much obliged on your offer."

"Oh Frieda, if you're looking for Brandy, after we finished she said she was going over to the inn. Who knows why…" Ace replied as he turned to make his way back to bar, he addressed Rick, "Come on new boy, first drink on the house, if you can handle it."

[Assistant]
Rook - Road Way, near the Wall/Inn

Well, that was all quickly wrapped up, wasn't it? Rook seemed to relax a bit and they started talking about making it look like a fight was staged. This was something that he was not really sure about, but he planned on helping if it could aid the town over all. He looked out over the landscape for a moment and then back to the others.

"Looks clear right now. Have to find good place to make it look like fight happened then. Rook will get back to wall. If anyone knows how to weld, bring welding things with you. Rook founds lots of metal and wants to get this up quickly. Faster wall is set up, faster town is able to defend itself from bigger threats.."

Adam had arrived as well, asking about Deathclaws or what happened. Steve answered before Rook could, and oddly gave him the credit that was due. That was something he was not used to. Rook smiled a bit and then looked back to the beach where he had the docked up barge. Ok, now he had to get to work. Rolling his shoulders, Rook walked the Inn once more, but instead of stopping at the door, he walked a little bit past it, to the ruined truck that was next to the sign. Stabbing his polearm into the ground, he opened the door.

Messing with the machine for a moment, he tore off the cover for the steering wheel. Using a small knife, he jammed it in where the 'key' went and got it to move one spot. He had seen this done a few times to help move off old cars. Pressing down on the left side pedal, he would force it to 'shift' as they had called it, moving it until he felt it slip slightly. Now it was 'neutral' as he had been told, and when he let go of the pedal, it was able to roll. Well, at least it was when he put a lot of force into it. Ancient, badly rusted parts had been forced to let go and move, and much like before, it took a bit to get it going, now he was going to get this down to the area for the gate. When he got it where it was going to rest, Rook shifted it, physically this time, onto it's side.

The first bit of wall was made on this end, now it was going to be up to the others to help him get it all set up. Hopefully others would arrive soon.


[System]
Species: One part spirit, one part machine, one part organic human matter. ... It's complicated.

Age: This time, he's 20.

Appearance: Oh boy.. Cledwynn is a complex figure. His lower half is an intricate little concept, his upper.. slightly less so. His upper half is completely ethereal, appearing transparent (only somewhat see-through) to the human eye. This upper half boasts a very strange body type, since though it looks average, it contains three long devil's tails stretching out from it in a triad just below his neck. This is usually covered up though- the tails will wrap around his neck like a choker, or around other body parts to simulate accessories. His hair is ethereal as well, and it appears to look mostly like slow-moving liquid or goo, with its length traveling to just below his upper backbone. The hair cannot cover up the aformentioned neck-tails, however- the tails are not ethereal. The transparent half of his body is still colored like a normal human's, however, and he wears clothes over this- a light blue turtleneck that's just a little too big for him, as well as a pastel purple scarf that's worn loosely around his neck.
And now his lower half.
Cledwynn's lower half, starting at the belly button, is completely mechanical. He has two legs like any other human, but they're fake, made from synthetic steel alloys to simulate real legs. They're well built to get the job done, though there are openings within each joint that allows one to see the intricacies and wiring within. In color, they appear as a worn grey. However, Cledwynn wears black sweatpants over them, possibly to match the "clothes are just a little too big but also kinda poofy" motif. He does not wear shoes, he needs his feet free for propulsion purposes.
Finally, if you were able to peer inside him (which required removing his upper clothing) one would see a beating human heart and a functioning brain. The devil's tails connect to his heart and are a primary source for his ethereal life- they must circulate blood where his (nonexistent) veins cannot, and he risks fading from existence if the tails cannot do this. They are also very sensitive and easily damaged or hurt. His brain and heart can only be seen, however, should he choose to make his form look less visible to the human eye.

Personality: Luckily he has his brain and heart. Cledwynn is a little reserved and tends to be regretful, especially when touching on his memories and curse. For a male, he tends to have a motherly aspect about him, and tends to settle disputes through activities that cause no physical harm, such as playing a fighting game or politely debating over a nice cup of whatever beverage the debatees prefer. However, he can also be rather dense, oblivious, and blunt about how he feels, even if he doesn't have all the information on a given situation. If, though, he has information, he can be very analytical and technical, and it shows in his work with machinery, which did not leave him as he traveled from person to person.

History: Cledwynn lived as many an unknown name. During his first birth he was named Cornelius Nasiade, and grew up as a very pompous and spoiled adult. During this time, he meddled with godly issues by pretending to be a god himself, thereby angering one of the many true gods of his timeline, who in turn inflicted him with not only death, but a curse as well. The Curse of Absent Reincarnation. Cornelius died at the hands of an angry god, but due to the curse, he was reincarnated as someone else unknown to the world. The curse, though he didn't know it yet, was on him eternally- and its purpose was to reincarnate him as someone insignificant every time he died, and have him placed in a random position within the universe with the intent that he would have to suffer the pain of death for eternity. He would also be forced to remember each person he once was, and each time that version of him died. As a sign of amusement, three devil's tails were placed just below his neck as a constant reminder of the curse. Often times he would be placed within something like a wall, or the Sun. Sometimes he'd be placed several meters underwater and die soon after, only to be placed in a desert afterwards. When, finally, he was placed in a somewhat stable living condition, he first consulted another god concerning the curse, and was given an ersatz black magic to fight it. This magic was intended to go directly to him, and it would counteract death and the curse, though he would have to live on as a spirit. Instead, he devoted all his time to creating something that would aid him, which, initially, was a mechanical body that could withstand death, thinking that if he imbued his heart, brain, and the black magic into it, that he could compromise its drawbacks and live forever. During this, though, he contracted an illness that stopped him from working, and decided to end the project early, donning the unfinished mechanical body as his legs. The illness killed him, but thanks to the aforementioned arcane arts, he was brought back as part machine, thanks to the mechanical legs, and part spirit, due to the magical essence in him. In this death, he was brought back in a random part deep within space. Now he lives as Cledwynn Magouloura, a tourist of the worlds, multiverses and stars.

How did you get here?: Quite literally was spawned into space, and found the Restaurant during exploration of the infinite starscape.

Brief description of the world your character came from: Cledwynn lived initially as Cornelius in a reality where regions feuded with one another over both political debates and preferences of which of the several hundred gods to follow.

[User]
"Hayo, sorry about that 'sandra', I haven't seen an immmortal being in ages. so what your 'story',
hehehe like my little pun. Hey, John could I have another whiskey and gin, oh and chilli chilli cheese burger" said Zig while thinking about the hitch hikers guide to the galaxy.

[Assistant]
John, the bartender, sighed as he served another drink in front of the dragon amoeba. "You know sometimes I have no idea why I keep letting you have this. Keep thinking I might regret it someday. Or you will." Did that sound like a threat? Maybe he would have made it sound like one, on the first time that the perpetually drunk amoeba was here. At this point, John was just tired. "I'll get you a cheeseburger if you take a table. I don't want you making a mess on my bar again."

The girl, at least, seems nice. He gave her a smile. "Ah, Earth! That beautiful blue-green planet where things keep happening. How is it in your version of Earth? Any invasions? Alien technology? Magic? State leaders making fool of themselves? And what in the universe is Chicken Invaders?"

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People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba
- 'Sandra', a teenage girl? (The Authoress)

Other people in the restaurant (NPCs/background):
"Only a couple of customers on the tables, mostly humans and humanoids, although there's also that group of Eeldritch horrors taking up a big table in a faraway corner, playing cards."

[User]
'...Our windows give excellent view of the End, wherever in the Restaurant you are.'

Cledwynn, the half-ghost construct abomination of the stars, read the words upon the panel of glass within his head. An excellent view of the End. The End of the Universe.

There had been stars for miles, and as time glazed over the mechaghost, each star began to look the same, much as how snowflakes, with exposure for years on end, would stop being vivid patterns resembling some old lady's crochet, and would start looking like no more than mere white dots against windows and roofs, combining with the rest of said dots and forming a bland mass of designs that, while intricate at a glance, became dull over time.

Space was no different. And neither was dying. But that was a different story for a different time, perhaps a different timeline and a different world.

If he could find one.

For now, though, his interest was thoroughly collected in spades like heaping pounds of trout flip-flapping against each other, all scooped up in a net the size of a junior mountain. From within, he could already see a few guests, monsters and humans alike. No spirits though.. perhaps, he wondered, there was a policy? 'No shoes, no shirt, no human body, no service'?

He laughed at the joke he told to no one in particular but himself as it resonated in his mind, and for a moment he had to think that no matter how absurd it sounded, it could have been true, even if by odds of 1% to a whopping 99%.

The metaspirit gave another look into the window, and despite having no lungs, he took a deep breath, deep enough to blow an unsuspecting pig's house down- if it were made of hay, at least- and placed a hand to the restaurant's door. He had the thought to barge in and make a dramatic entrance so that it would possibly hide the nervousness that was quickly building up, but he also knew that it could go badly.

Plus it just wasn't his style.

So, instead, he gently pushed the door open without a word.

From within, he could see others with greater detail, and somehow he could see the End of the Universe with much greater clarity.

Thus, as he took a seat for a moment, it was from that point on that he realized that this, this Restaurant of sorts, would certainly take him for a ride like any cordially casual-formal event should. He would of course have to actually talk to someone, or be talked to for that to happen, but he would get to that whenever it was time.

For now, he eyed the very innards of the Restaurant, and its patrons.

For now.

[Assistant] "Hi Cledwynn, how's it hanging."

[User]
The Authoress

 "It's...alright," said 'Sandra', seeming unsure of her own words even as she uttered them. As far as she could tell, the...dragon ameoba? That seemed to be the right phrase to describe Zig. The dragon ameoba seemed harmless enough, if not a little too drunk from the way he was acting. She raised an eyebrow at his comment, bafflement evident in her eyes. "An immortal? What are you talking about? I'm barely past sixteen."

 The Authoress could care less about another being knowing her true identity but he was starting to encroach on dangerous territory, from the pun he gave out. Well, no, calling it dangerous territory would be a little extreme but the Authoress liked taking extra precaution, especially when it came to protecting certain parts of her life from nosy telepaths. She supposed Erised could be considered one, if the younger girl wasn't already in the same situation as hers. She dismissed the thought from her mind.

 As she took another sip of her coffee, the Authoress put up a few more mental barriers, forming an immovable mental stronghold. Honestly, it was no surprise that the ameoba had gotten as much information as he did. She'd grown lax in her time alone, managing the balance in different dimensions, save for the instances Erised would pop up just to make her work difficult. Still, telepath or not, possessing nearly all the powers the multiverse had to offer made her far superior whenever she wanted to, so she had virtually nothing to worry about.

 Then again, stories with no problems were always dull.

 'Sandra' grinned at the barkeeper. "You don't know Chicken Invaders? It's a game, kinda like Space Invaders but with chickens! As the invaders! My little brother can never put it down. I just like the graphics." The dimension itself, however, held nothing of interest for the Authoress. She preferred stories with more complexity, thank you very much.

 "My Earth's pretty normal, actually. I mean, compared to the weird stuff I've seen in other 'Earth's, everything's really boring. The only 'magic' I've seen is my own power." Her expression turned thoughtful and she leaned forward with her elbows on the table. "I've been thinking about that. It's kind of weird that all my life, I'm ordinary, and then all of a sudden, I get this power. And that was last year! Maybe it means that there's something going on, some...magical thing that's happening to random people? Like in the cartoons, ya know?" She shrugged, leaning back.

 "But nothing else weird has happened. I've just been messing around, travelling to other worlds when I'm bored and getting back from almost dying just in time for dinner." Tapping her fingers on the side of her mug in idle rhythym, 'Sandra' frowned at the coffee swirling sleepily in it as though she was thinking hard about something. She looked back up at the bartender, hesitated, before finally continuing.

 "Well...something strange did happen today, though. All the worlds I've been to have always been alternate Earths, but I've never managed to travel to somewhere completely different. Like, in space." Her last two words were emphasised with a wave towards the windows. She paused. "What...happened to the Earth here?"

 Meanwhile, the Authoress was slightly regretting the fact that she wasn't herself right now. She could sense a nearby planet folding into itself and it would've been a spectacular sight to see if 'Sandra' wasn't purposely averting her gaze from the windows.

[Assistant]
"... Beg pardon?"

What did he just say? Wait a moment.. what WAS he? She? It. Whatever. The humble ghostagonist's devil's tails slumped before pointing at an angle towards the hulking, dragon-like creature thing that just called his name.

It actually really threw him for a loop. What if he was on a hit list via the god that cursed him, and this restaurant was just a big setup to lure him into a crowd of serial killers out to destroy him piece by piece, maybe for ransom or just the thrill of the kill-

He had to chuckle at this, and he did. His laugh came out as smooth as you would expect it to come from a half-spirit, and it was as shrill yet smooth as anyone could expect. The peculiar thing was that his voice wasn't the same way. He didn't sound demonic normally- perhaps he did that during his confused, somewhat panicked little chuckle to put forth intimidation? One as analytical as Cledwynn had to put forth all plans, as well as contingency plans, even the slightest of blueprints. The cranial ones, anyway. There were no true paper-made blueprints, no written thought processes, not even scrawls of crudely angled numbers scratched onto half-torn sheets of papyrus. Nothing like that. Just a man-ghost-bot and his brain. And his heart too, though it wasn't significant for thought.

Well, it was, but that was beside the point. He decided inwardly that he didn't need to think about that at the moment.

Instead, he shifted, turning his body towards that which had just greeted him.

"How is it that you know my name?"