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Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: The highly handsome blonde is as aristocratic as his name suggests, possessing skin so fair that not even the most powerful of moisturisers could bring about such a trait in other people. His locks are smooth and flowing, a testament to the remarkable care that he takes in grooming himself. At a height of six Aargau fuß (equivalent to exactly one metre and eighty centimetres in the system of the cheese-loving French), Liudolf is a man with a lean, yet muscular frame, hiding rippling abdominals underneath his cherished clothing. Very rarely does he adorn anything but his gentlemanly dress uniform, which has been modified slightly to fit any situation.

Personality: A man with the noblest of all demeanours, the son of the House of Tegerfelden is truly a gentleman, his sense of noblesse oblige driving him to act in a manner that truly befits his station. Just and kind, he will always lend a hand if enquired, always seeking to evoke the best in all beings. His voice is a powerful one, booming with gravitas, charisma and beauty that could be comparable to the mighty Morgan Freeman. Honour is important to him, and if it were to be tarnished, he will do all that is necessary to regain it and once again be the aristocrat that is the face of his family. He is also an powerfully perceptive person, constantly alerting all to the situation at hand.

Biography: In the days of yore, the House of Tegerfelden was a minor family within the great Frankish Empire, its members proud vassals of the mighty Carolus Magnus, the Germanic ruler who united all of western Europe (excepting the land of the Spaniards) under one domain. It was to this family that Hubertus Nepomuk Friedrich Josephine Christian Liudolf Wettin von Tegerfelden was born, the second son of the second son of the family head at the time. His future from his youth seemed truly bright and full of potential, and he was raised alongside his brothers, sisters and cousins in the family manor, learning the true essence of nobility and becoming one of the many heirs of the Aargau School of Unorthodox and Highly Heretical Fencing. School however, was his most passionate love, and Liudolf spent numerous years in institutes of knowledge obtaining the wisdom required to engage in occupations following graduation. So it was truly unfortunate that at the ripe young age of seventeen years, two months and a day (on the 29th of February), the young man lost his life in a tragic accident.

Death Scenario: He pulled a Christopher Reeve except he died instead of becoming a cripple.

Phobias: Rhinelanders; Loss of Honour; Elephants

Skills: As a student of the Aargau School of Unorthodox and Highly Heretical Fencing, young Liudolf is quite skilled in the usage of bladed weaponry, and through his noble abilities, is a charismatic speech-maker, and also wise and sharp in the ways of knowledge.

Power: Blue Blood

Theme Song: Auferstanden aus Ruinen

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Oh good. More pain, more annoyance. The girl's skateboard knocked into his legs, causing untold amounts (probably not much) of damage. Victor sighed, for more than one reason.

The first was pain. He was sure all the physical contact would at the very least leave a bruise. Well, that might be too optimistic of him. Secondly, the girl was kind of dumb. That much was obvious, anyway. It wasn't like everyone knew the word clairvoyant, but there were at least a few things to keep in mind.

They were in hell. 30 people were split up into pairs on either side of a carpet with a knife in between. Some abyssal demon said that he shouldn't have to explain anything. It was pretty obvious that it was a battle to the death. The fact that the girl had believed they didn't have to fight proved that she was at least gullible.

Victor muttered quietly in a low voice as he got up to a sitting position.
"Gramps, give me everything you got on what just happened." Victor said.

"If I do that, you'll just get out of this, wouldn't you?" His grandpa said nonchalantly.

"If you don't tell me, you'll be in a whole lot of trouble." Victor muttered, getting to his feet. "I'm sure grandma would love to hear of your… exploits."

His grandpa visibly shuddered.

"Fine." His grandpa said. "Just this onc-"

"Do it fast, or I'm dead." Victor hissed. "Again."

He'd muttered to his grandpa just quiet enough for the girl not to here, but it would doubtlessly look like he was talking to himself if she was looking at him. That wouldn't convince her that he wasn't crazy, but maybe he was. He wouldn't really lose much if she did, though, so it would be probably be fine. Maybe.

"Ahem." Victor coughed, on his feet.
In truth, he was buying time as his grandpa told him the details.

"Before you fell asleep, a white haired guy threw a shark at a girl. Demon guy explained that you all have powers." His grandpa said quickly.
"Clairvoyance is…" Victor said, pausing for dramatic effect (and time).
"Then demon guy said something about a test… I don't remember, I wasn't really paying attention." His grandpa continued.
"Let's just say I can see… stuff." vaguely.
"Then you all got split up into pairs. Gotta say, there's a lot of interesting ones, kehehe…" His grandpa said weirdly.
Get your mind out of the damn gutter, old man. Victor thought, but he didn't say it out loud.
"You see, I was asleep, but I could hear stuff. See stuff." Victor added quickly.
"Hoo, yes. Wonderful pairings. Power clashes. Those two will be done soon. This batch is turning out well…" His grandpa chortled.
Just shut up! Victor thought.
He had already found out everything he needed to know.

Victor coughed again, setting out the facts in his head.
"My power is clairvoyance." Victor lied. "To see stuff, and hear stuff, I can't normally see."
He sounded confident, more structured. Hopefully, this would convince the girl that he was telling the truth. Because in all honesty, he had no idea what his power was at all.

"So I know stuff, like how demon guy said that he shouldn't have to explain anything." Victor said convincingly.  "A lot of people thought that meant that they had to kill each other to pass the test…"
As Victor said that, a person on some other carpet nearby fell off and smashed into the ground below. His body bloomed into raspberry jam below.
"But look at it this way…" Victor said quickly, to keep the girl's attention. "He never actually said that killing the other person would mean you pass, right?"

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Pain suddenly erupted from his mouth, and he fell onto the ground, clutching his nose. Though he was in pain, his body was still wracked with laughs as he rolled around on the floor. Luckily for him he'd bent down slightly so he'd only been hit in the nose, but he still couldn't stop laughing. (Yeah, I got nothing to say so I may as well stop.)

There was no way he could take this seriously, the girl was probably the funniest thing he'd ever seen!

"Ha!- Ow, Ha!- Ow," He said as he spazzed out on the ground. "Uh- ha! ha, ha-!" Blood was filling up his nose now and he couldn't breathe. He got up to his knees, breathing hard. He pressed his fingers to his nose and blew hard, blood squirting all over his clothes.

He sobered up a bit, and sat down wearily. "Oh god," he said, finally calming down some what, "You're the funniest person I've ever seen."

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"You're the funniest person I've ever seen."

Poppy was a trembling ball of rage. She knew she was short but for fucks sake! She wasn't a god damn Oompa Loompa!! She was breathing quickly her blood boiling in her ears. She was ready to tear this jerk limb from mother fucking limb.

She clinched and unclenched her fist feeling the sting of her knuckle where it had made contact with his pretty colorless face, which now had a shocking splash of vivid red on it. The pain sent chills of pleasure up her spine. The ecstasy distracted her from her rage enough that she could grit out the question that was needling her. Glaring daggers at him she growled between clenched teeth, "What. The . Fuck. Is. So. Funny?".

 She tried to look menacing while trying not to think about the sad fact that even with him sitting on the ground she was barely standing a head and a half taller than him.(I think thats right? )

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Marianne listened to what the smart man had to say. In all honesty, Marianne had tuned out most of what he was talking about. She didn't hear what clear voy ants were. She just had a dumbfounded look on her face. Suddenly, the boy had said something very sharp and quickly. Marianne realized that she should be listening to what the man had said. He said something about not killing each other.

"Eh? Killin'? Whaddya mean killin'? I thought we were wreslin'" She said, her voice in a very confused tone.

She looked around her; the other students were trying to make oreilles de crisse out of each other. It was a huge shock for the confused Marianne.

"EH? Why are they trynna kill each otha?" She yelled out, panicking. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't prepared for this. She stood up and began to run a round the arena.

"We gotta help 'em not kill each otha!" She said, smashing her right hand into her left palm. She looked outside of their arena, her back facing towards the sleeping edge-filled man. She began to formulate a plan (an overstatement) using what little of her knowledge she had.

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"That would be a favourable outcome," admitted the noble young man, brushing a few strands of his flaxen blonde hair away from his eyes. "However, I am uncertain to whether or not our gracious hosts would accept it."

They had been brought to this dangerous arena under the intention that they would combat each other. No, the gleaming blade of the beautiful knife near him was testament to the true purpose. They were to commit an act of murder here in the depths of the underworld, and though it was a truly terrifying prospect for young Liudolf, he could not see any other option that the powerful demonic forces likely responsible for their situation would entertain. It was not the way of his family to lower themselves to such baser instincts, to become killers in a strange test that would seemingly decide their fates in this Hell. But what other logical choice was there?

His opponent appeared to be giving up in the face of such a choice.

But what was his decision? In what manner would the young Tegerfelden scion act?

Could he kill the other for the purposes of this test?

He did not know.

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Victor didn't really know what to think of this situation. He had a plan all drawn out in his head, but he hadn't taken into account just how stupid the girl was. There wasn't a kinder way to say it. She was super stupid, and he didn't know how that made him feel.

On one hand, he was glad that she was dumb. As it turned out, she was making him not have to fight by herself. On the other hand, the carefully planned plan, that would've been a master stroke of improvisational strategy, became largely unnecessary. And he honestly didn't know what to think about it. Should he be rejoicing that he didn't have to bother, or cursing because he did bother and ended up doing something pointless?

Victor sat down and sighed, tired and confused. For one, he just wanted to go back to sleep. He wished he hadn't stolen whatever it was from the girl, because if he didn't, he wouldn't have to deal with this. Maybe if he didn't steal stuff, he wouldn't be in this mess.

Unfortunately, whatever happened, it happened. Now he was here, and he had to deal with it any way he could.

"You know, we're too far away to do anything." Victor said idly.

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"I'm certain our otherworldly hosts will accept the outcome of this fight graciously." Elren said, alluding to both his intentions, and his opponents usage of the word. The boy glanced at Laiss for a moment - perhaps he could see his true colours?

From the centre of the arena, Elren's blade sat far behind the ill-intentioned boy. It would be a chore to retrieve it if the first stage of his plan went well, but what was a small dash to the edge of the arena versus life and death? He eagerly and cautiously awaited for his opponent to approach him so that he could execute his plan, but noticed that his opponent hadn't made a move yet. Perhaps he was having doubts regarding the act of killing? Similar to the doubts that Elren had regarding the fight, albeit for different, less honourable reasons. Still, Elren attempted to urge the other contender to step closer.

"Well, I can't just stand here forever, and we're probably not going to be leaving until we've had a...clear winner." The white-haired boy shrugged.

"We may as well end this quickly."

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"I suppose we will," said the Tegerfelden scion regretfully, carefully reaching for the dagger beside him.

It was a well-balanced weapon, he noted, hefting it up to feel its weight. Though he was far more experienced with longer weapons (such as longswords or rapiers), the blade that had been assigned to him by the hosts felt comfortable within his right hand, the velvety black leather providing him with a strong grip. Fascination for the tool immediately boiled up within his soul, and he yearned to give it a few experimental swings to understand the dagger better. Yet he controlled himself; this was a weapon that he would use for only purpose - to kill. It was not an instrument of honourable combat like the epées of his mortal life. It was a tool of murderer, and to relish in its usage felt quite ... well ... immoral to Liudolf.

Some would say that he was overcomplicating the issue, but in his heart, the young noble felt rather at odds with the barbaric purposes that this beautiful weapon would be subject to.

It was true that his opponent was unlikely to be in a deceased state permanently, but the expectations of the mortal world were rather difficult to disassociate from his new life.

"Let us begin then," murmured Liudolf solemnly, his slow steps resounding against stone as he approached his opponent, dagger pointed forwards.


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Age: 23
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance:
In-Depth Appearance: Emma's red-blonde hair always has a few flyaway strands, slightly messy even when tied back. She has expressive brown eyes, and usually has a smile on her face. Her figure is petite at 5'2", and well-toned from her athletic activities.
Personality: An ecology graduate, Emma loves travelling from place to place, learning whatever there is to learn. Full of energy, she isn't one to sit still for too long and is always up for trying new activities. She's friendly and chatty, sometimes not realising when she's being a bit too full-on for someone's liking.
Hobbies: Exploring, studying nature, taking photos, swimming
Extra:

[User] The large dragon had finally turned his's attention to the group and asked everyone to follow him. Eun-mi brushed herself off as she rose, taking note that everyone else seemed to already be comfortable around the dragon, even though she was quite intimidated by its large size. Darthun grunted and nudged her leg, urging her to follow the dragon. She had heard him mention something about apartments. The thought of moving from her current house to something a lot smaller wasn't appealing. "How am I supposed to work in an apartment? Last time I checked most places don't allow blowtorches..." She pouted, drawing herself into her own mind. Her brain buzzed with questions, and instinctively she reached into her pocket. Her fingers brushed against the ring she had made earlier, it's cool surface bringing a familiar sense of normalcy even through the chaos of today. A second later she pulled out a small notebook, and flipped through the pages. Each page was covered in notes and sketches. She briefly glanced at these until she found a clean page and began to scribble quickly on it. Darthun looked at her curiously as she worked. Eun-mi was absorbed in her work, and it brought a small amount of amusement to the young dragon whenever she would accidentally bump into a wall or another person. With a brief flap of his wings, he rose and attempted to land on her shoulder to see what she was doing. Instead, Eun-mi dropped like a brick. "Darthun, no! Ack!" The sketchbook toppled out of her hands as she crashed to the floor for the...third? time today. The page was now halfway covered in writing. Questions such as, 'Where is the dragon castle located?', 'How are dragons reality and not myth?', and 'Ask about art equipment being set up in apartment' were scratched haphazardly on the page. Darthun gave a shriek as Eun-mi shoved him off her and grabbed the book. She muttered a swear at her dragon and flipped back to her page to continue scribbling, oblivious to the world.

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Ronnie

At the sound of a squeal and a crash, Ronnie turned her head in sync with the double-headed dragon at her side. Raising a brow, she scoffed as she straightened back into a standing position. She seriously couldn't believe they let people like her join the club. With a shake of her head, she ran a hand through her hair and turned her attention once more to dragon. She tilted her head and studied the creature's wing span. It definitely would not be a very good flier. But, that was minor. She had a freaking dragon. The girl gave a small laugh as she trailed both hands over the heads of her new pet. "This is totally unreal..."

Turning back once more to face the crowd, she rolled her eyes at the group of people who started to surround the injured woman. As she was watching, she could have sworn she saw her brother out of the corner of her eye. Ronnie looked over and shook her head. Of course he was he here. She couldn't do a single thing by herself. Well, it actually made a bit of sense the twins were both here. Same DNA and all that jazz. Made sense to have the same freaky dragon language ability.

She decided she was getting rather bored just standing and waiting for something to happen now. Looking towards her dragon, she smirked. "Come on, you two. Let's go meet the clan." Walking over to the group of people, her eyebrow quirked at the Asian woman. With a shake of her head, Ronnie folded her arms across her chest, well aware that Pyre and Jax stood just behind her, each head at her side. She looked at the others in the group, studying their dragons as well. She could tell there were some duplicates, but so far her pet surpassed them all.

That was, until the largest dragon in the room started to speak to one of the other girls. Ronnie tilted her head to the side and looked the girl over. She really wasn't that much to look at. And what was with the birds? Vile creatures. Soon they were instructed to follow the dragon to their new apartments. As they started to walk, she made sure to be within earshot of Vivii. She spoke to her dragon as she smirked towards the girl. "Easy now, boys. Wouldn't want to bump into the special little dragon."

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Vince

As he continued to stare at his dragon, he failed to realize that his bum was still sitting in a puddle of water. The dragon made a clicking noise and nudged Vince with his nose, his eyes going to the water. Vince raised a brow and looked down before chuckling. "Well. Hope they have some luggage here for me." After a quick pat on his pet's head, he pulled himself to his feet and tried to assess the situation. His entire backside was soaked through.

Another chuckle escaped his throat. "At least it's only water. Could have been worse." At that time, he heard a squeal come from the back corner of the room. Raising a brow, he looked over in time to see a young woman holding her hand and several other people coming to help her. He sighed and looked back at his dragon. [color]"Let's go see what all the fuss is about, shall we?"[/color]

The duo made their way over just in time to hear that the woman's dragon had nipped her. It made sense, as the creature's were wild and newborns. First instinct for any baby would be to nip. But, the woman seemed to be in good hands with the group around her. Introductions were soon made and he looked every person over. He could tell they were from all different walks of life. The thought fascinated him.

Vince cleared his throat and looked over at another girl who had not joined their group. He watched as two finches circled her head before finding a resting place on her shoulder. Giving a small grin, he studied her. She definitely seemed interesting enough to him. He returned his focus to the group and nodded slightly. "I'm Vince. This is Lotan." Affectionately placing his head on the dragon's head, he grinned at the small purr of approval.

The crowd soon started to disperse as the dragon announced their room assignments. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head towards Lotan before following the pack out of the cave. He could hear the snarky tone from his sister and rolled his eyes. It was going to be just grand when her personality started to clash with everyone else.

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When the larger dragon walked by and instructed everyone to follow him Nate looked around at all the other people one last time. It seemed he was going to have to get to know these people as they would be living in the same vicinity of him. Already he knew which ones he preferred over the others though, Eun-mi being one he preferred. She seemed cool and not too rude or sarcastic, that girl with the double headed dragon on the other hand...with her sarcastic remark towards the blonde whom he didn't know the name of yet either...well let's just say she was already not in his good books.

Xalanth seemed to sense that Nate didn't like the girl and his scaled skin started to spark again. "Calm down Xalanth, it's okay. Sometimes you have to tolerate people, even ones who you don't think have the best personalities." At his human's words and gentle touch the storm dragon calmed down but still gave the girl a glare.

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Allan watched as everyone followed the big dragon and stuck close to Nate as he too started to follow. There was more people for him to get used to now and he really did not like that. However, getting to know all the dragons would be cool. Despite the duplicates they all had their own personalities, just as humans did, even just as rats did, but he felt that (unlike humans) he could get along with the dragons. Speaking of rats, he notices that a blonde girl with a 4 winged dragon had pet birds with her which made him miss his children that he left with his friend. If he knew he could bring pets he would've brought his rats, he wouldn't even need a cage for them besides to eat, sleep, and use the washroom in! He had trained his rats to sit on his shoulders as he walked and was really proud of that. With a sigh he pets Soreth when she catches up (who idk if I said was a guy or not but she's gonna be a girl dragon). Allan supposed that a dragon was enough, it was definitely amazing to know they were real but he really just missed his pets right now.

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Storm

Storm had a hand placed on his chin, lost in thought. It goes without saying that everything that has happened, up to this point, has been amazing and there were surely more surprises to come. Regardless, things seemed pretty strange. He juggled a few questions and ideas in the back of his mind and formulated a basic theory. Simply based off books and movies, things don't just happen to 'special people' without there being a catch, like something being wrong with the world. All that 'Every yin has its yang' mumbo jumbo.

Storm snapped back to reality, when Xyalor began tugging at his shirt. He flashed the crystal dragon a smile and rubbed the top of his head "I suppose the truth will come to light, soon enough. Till then I should just enjoy the ride, right?". He would then give a quick scan of the room. People were starting to gather by the Asian girl he passed at the door. It appears as if she had been injured, but after a quick assessment of the situation, Storm determined that she would be alright. She had enough people aiding her, it sat on the verge of babying her more than helping. "Helping a friend in need is fine, but she won't make it very far if she has to rely on others to come to her rescue all the time" he predicted, thinking about the theory he had cooked up in his head.

Storm soon realized that everybody was introducing themselves, while he remained a stranger. It would have to wait. He heard the large dragon speaking to one of the girls, distanced from the others. The dragon, first, mentioned her having bonded with a special dragon. His words made Storm laugh, though not out of spite. He, jokingly, nudged Xyalor "Looks like the teacher pinned his favorite student. We have some, friendly, competition on our hands... Let's show 'em what we're made of!". Storm throw a fist out in front of Xyalor, for a fist bump, but the gesture obviously did not register. Xyalor sat there with a blank expression. Storm chuckled and gently bumped the center of Xyalor's chest.

The large dragon then instructed the group to follow him to their rooms. Storm ran towards the others, with Xyalor at his side. "The brochure didn't say we'd have to run so much. Is this summer camp or the militaries basic training?" he joked

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Following the large adult dragon out of the incubation chambers, Jo watched the others I retracting with their dragons and couldn't help but smile at hwr own. Bane let out a small chirp and jumped from his perch on Jo's shoulder, shook out his wings, and landed rather clumsily on ground in front of Jo's feet. "It seems as though you have a way to go, little one."

Bane have her a disapproving look and then turned to face the front and kept walking. He wasn't too much of a talker yet, given to more looks and gestures than words, but Jo was confident that he would come out of his shell eventually. Bane swayed back and forth slightly as he walked, trying to mimic the larger adult dragon leading them.

They were led to a series of apartments from the looks of them. Jo's heart sank as she realized that she didn't have a thing from home with her. Bane looked over his shoulder and grumbled deep in throat, sensing her unease. She reached down and softly a mossy patch on the back of his head between his two large horns.

As they walked, Jo took a few moments to watch the other baby dragons as they followed the doctor. She couldn't help but grin at their antics. Bane, on the other hand, did not find her lack of affection amusing and swung his tail around. The force caught her in the shins and caused her to stumble forward a step before regaining her balance. She narrowed her eyes at the forest dragon, who shrugged it off and scratched his chin with his rear foot. "Dragons. Drama king," she muttered and nudged her hatchling with her foot. Idly she wondered who she would be rooming with and if they would get along well.

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Emma
Nova

Emma rushed after Dr Nidhogg and the others, Maia scampering along by her side. The baby dragon kept leaping into the air. Her wings weren't yet big enough to allow her to properly fly, but it turned out she could already glide short distances. The leaves that covered her body rustled as she moved, claws clicking against the stone floor.

This was all so much to take in. Dragons... Emma stared around at the many different types. One had two heads, one had sparking scales, and another had two sets of feathered wings... She'd have to reassess everything she thought she knew about animals.

As Eun-mi picked herself up again, Emma caught up with her and Darthun. "Doesn't know his own strength, does he?" Her comment came out sounding breathless. She'd certainly get a lot of exercise during her stay here, just from following Dr Nidhogg around.

At Emma's feet, Maia huffed at the lack of attention, smoke curling from her nostrils. Forest dragons could breathe fire? That wasn't something Emma had expected. Was that something most dragons could do, then? This was just one of the many questions she'd have for Dr Nidhogg in the morning.

Play, Maia whined, jumping up again. Now, instead of thinking she was a kitten, she seemed to think she was a puppy. Emma giggled, leaned down and tickled the dragon, who rolled onto her side with a contented chirp.

Both stood up, realising how far they'd fallen behind. Emma had to run even faster, messy wisps of hair flying all around her face. Maia bounded along next to her. Before long, a set of apartments came into view. Emma wondered how she'd sleep. She'd be like a child on Christmas Eve. What would the next day bring?


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Sphera Ettorque

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Fun fact: In Latin, his name literally means "Ball and Chain"

Nickname/Alias
Chains

Age
16 1/2

Gender
Male

Race
Demon weapon

Appearance
Sphera is a rather short and meek individual, not surpassing 5'3" or 110 pounds. He has dark curly hair and ghostly pale skin, making his sharp orange eyes stand out all the more. He still wears his bedraggled jail uniform, since technically he is still a prisoner, as well as a magic-infused chain around his neck. If Sphera attempts to escape, it will burn extremely hot temperatures. Sphera does not wear shoes and mostly appears as if he had just crawled out of bed.

Personality
Despite what would be expected of a convict, Sphera is actually quite mild in personality. He's usually tuned out and not really paying attention, which can get him a punch in the arm from his meister from time to time, but he's really not a scary guy. Sphera tends to keep to himself and doesn't really talk much, only truly trusting his meister for most things. He can be shy and timid, often avoiding eye contact if possible.
In battle, however, Sphera becomes a completely different person. His eyes turn wild and he gets a strange grin on his face. The thrill of battle sets him off into a madman, who simply loves destruction. This can be accounted to his past, however, and Sphera often feels quite bad about it later.

Likes
Sphera is a huge sucker for chocolate, and will be very happy if anyone gives him any. He enjoys watching people, though he avoids actually interacting with them. He finds people interesting, and likes to see what they do. Sphera also is quite attached to his meister, though he won't admit it openly.

Dislikes
He absolutely hates green vegetables, and getting him to eat any is about the difficulty of pulling a tooth without anesthesia and proper tools. Sphera doesn't like to be left alone, but at the same time dislikes being crowded. He doesn't like loud noises or anything really startling.

Fears
Sphera is desperately afraid of the dark. Even a dark night will send the poor thing into a panic-driven hyperventilation attack. Putting him into pure darkness will leave him paralyzed with terror, so he cannot speak or move.
He is also afraid of crowds, but if someone he trusts is nearby him he does not get so frightened.

Backstory
Sphera's parents were a sad couple in a small town not far off from the academy. They had tried for years to have children, but never succeeded. Desperate, the couple turned to the dark magics and searched for the aid of a witch.
The witch would grant their request and make them fertile, on the account that their first born would belong to her. The couple were scared but out of options, and were forced to agree to her terms.
Eight months later, a beautiful baby boy was born from the couple, known in town as "the baby with orange eyes." It was not long before the witch had found out of their success, and demanded the child.
Though the couple had tried to hide little Sphera, the witch destroyed their home and carried off the crying infant to the dismay of his parents.
Sphera was raised by the witch to be her weapon, he was a sad and emotionless catalyst of destruction that she had turned him into. A meister from the academy came and destroyed the witch, sending poor Sphera off to jail for aiding her.
Then, his meister appeared. Someone who couldn't resonate with any of the weapons at the academy, Jackson went to the jails and immediately found Sphera as a perfect match. Death allowed this, on the condition that Sphera must wear the chain around his neck in case the part inside of him twisted by the witch would come out and try to make him turn on the academy. Sphera agreed willingly and happily.

Partner Name
Jackson Leander Maximilian Bishop Whitehall, the III

Weapon Form and Description
A slow but devastating weapon, Sphera is a spiked ball and chain demon weapon.

The ball meets up to his meister's hip, and the chain is meters long. Though he cannot attack fast, the blows can cave in brick walls and absolutely destroy the battlefield (and hopefully the enemies with it.) His meister must be someone who thinks ahead clearly, is very accurate and physical capable to wield him correctly.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
His abilities aren't quite well known, but it is clear to see he is quite used to being on the front lines of a fight. Sphera also knows how to cook, but otherwise he was not taught in basic things such as how to ride a bike or swim.

Soul Resonance
Known as "Thunder Break", the soul resonance turns the weapon's form into a slightly larger ball with multiple longer spikes. The biggest transformation in being that the weapon becomes completely consumed in crackling electricity, especially around the ball. When it strikes, a loud clap similar to a thunder clap rings out.
Ball reference

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September 14th, Death City, Nevada

It was September in Death City, but judging on how hot it was, you would think it was July or August. The heat baked the streets of Death City, and the students trapped inside the classrooms of the Death Weapon Meister Academy felt like they were locked inside an oven.

The EAT class was assembled inside one of these classrooms, where Professor Franken Stein was performing yet another dissection. They were a favorite of the peculiar teacher, especially when performed on rare creatures like the one strapped to the table in front of him, but not all of the students shared his enthusiasm. In fact, basically none of them did. Stein pushed his foot against the ground, and the swivel chair rolled across the room over to the blackboard.

"Now, we will be beginning the dissection of the South African Gagu. As you can see, I will be making a single long slice down here. we will then investigate the innards of this creature and see how it works. I look forward to finding out how this rare creature ticks before it unfortunately goes extinct. Now..." Stein swirled back over to his table, and reached for the scalpel when-

Brring brring!

Saved by the bell.

Stein sighed. "Very well then. Class dismissed. Tomorrow, then, old friend." He glanced at the bird, which gave a terrified squeak.

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Gabby leaped from her chair as soon as the bell went off. "Finally! We're free!" she cried joyfully as she quickly exited the building. She walked out the doors, looking down the many steps that lead to freedom. They were never fun to brave, even assisted by gravity while heading down, but Gabby looked forward to taking the rest of the day off. She cracked her neck. As a member of the EAT class, she was no longer forced to wear a school uniform, and as such she had opted to wear a crimson crop top and a pair of olive green short shorts, as well as a pair of leather brown boots, good for kicking the crap out of people.

She felt like drinking a coffee. As she took her first step down the stairs of the DWMA, she reached for her pocket to check for bills and found none.

She gulped. Had she used up all of her weekly DWMA allowance? If she had, that meant she had to...work at a cafe. She quickly looked around, desperately, for her partner, anybody, to bail her out.

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Jackson gave a slight under-his-breath sigh of relief as the bell rang, their signal to get out. Jackson saw several students rush out of the classroom as soon as possible, to which he gave a slight headshake to. He was no fan of Stein's dissections, but he felt it was disrespectful to rush out so quickly.

He stood up. Today he was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of standard blue jeans, as well as a black fedora, gently perched on his head. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he stood and walked over to his weapon partner, giving him a slight nudge. He knew how little he payed attention to Stein, and with the heat, Jackson was worried that he might have fallen asleep.

"Hello? You awake?" he said with a slight laugh, gently elbowing Sphera in the back.

[Assistant]
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Zander sighed as he watched his partner reach her hand into her pocket, only for a panicked expression to appear on her face as she started staring in all directions.

"Alright, I know that look." He said, reaching into his pockets and pulling out about twenty dollars, holding it out to the red-haired girl. "Hey Gabby, here. This should be enough for, what, two days of coffee? I don't know, I'd never waste money on something that tastes like that anyway, but you do you, I guess. I can't give you anymore though, unless you're fine with not eating for the rest of the week."

Still, despite his aversion to coffee, he was still gonna follow her to the cafe anyway, just to make sure no fights broke out. He could still remember the last time after all, seeing it every time he closed his eyes.

So much screaming...

"So how long are we gonna be out anyway?" He asked. "Because I'm eager to just lie on the couch and recharge for tomorrow, you know?"

[User]
The time always seemed to tick away ever so slowly in this class, didn't it? The professor's voice has become an inaudible blur in his hearing, sounding muffled through a sheet of cotton and blended with the sighs and disgust of his peers. Sphera lightly nibbled the end of his pencil's eraser, staring out absent mindedly to the hot day outside. The one thing he could say about his prison getup— it was quite cool.

With his cheek pressed firmly into his pale palm, all of the surrounding noise of the classroom was completely set on mute and ignored, unluckily this included the bell. Sphera's piercing orange eyes began to let the top eyelids slide down and curtain his vision, happy to fall into his little dream world until he was poked in the back.

Sphera gave a silent jolt awake, turning his head slowly to gaze up at Jackson with parted lips. It took a moment for his lullabied brain to process the words, closing his mouth and giving a little nod in response. The quiet weapon got up from his seat and gently pushed it in against the table, glancing back at his meister. He hesitated, before almost whispering in his usually hushed raspy voice. "Are we going to the mission board again today?" The dark haired boy played with his fraying sleeve out of nervous habit. He was getting better, at least. Before he couldn't barely look anyone in the face, but now Jackson had the honor of receiving the occasional glance of eye contact. It was a work in progress, no doubt about that.

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[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.

Relations: TBD

Power:

[User]
When other people began arriving, Sophia was not concerned in the slightest about her attire, lack thereof, or their reactions to it. This was her house, it was the weekend, she could wear whatever, and however much, she wanted. Was it rude? Yes, probably. But if she was being forced to suffer wearing pants for a week, then the rest of them could suffer her wanting to be as comfortable as possible. Besides, they were just breasts, she didn't see what the big deal was. And hers were pretty nice looking, if she did say so herself, so what was to complain about?

The first person to arrive was Hal; she didn't remember much about him. He only seemed mildly surprised by the situation, and based off his comment he had probably already gotten eyeful of either her mother or aunt. That in itself made her snicker a little: if seeing his best friend naked was enough to drive Ricky up the wall, then seeing almost the rest of her family would probably send him straight through the roof. She probably have to hang onto him just to keep him grounded. Assuming his poor head didn't explode first.

At any rate, Hal was more interested in what he himself was wearing, and the gauntlet was certainly pretty weird-looking. Sophia was far from being an engineer, but she still couldn't figure out how he would have gotten it on in the first place. It didn't look like it could have been anymore snug if it had been cast around his arm.

The next person to arrive was Mina: that set Sophia's mind buzzing. Yay, now she wasn't going to be the only girl at the boyfest! It was good. She also remembered that Mina was the girl who she had seen drawing outside the classroom after the test, and she'd been really good. Like, REALLY good. All thoughts of hanging on to Ricky went out the window, because she wanted a front row seat to whatever this girl was going to make next. Mina was... quiet, didn't really say anything, though seeing the look on her face was pretty funny.

About a minute into the conversation (that she wasn't really paying attention to), the snooty kid Alden arrived. He... apparently didn't notice her at all. Well, he did, he looked straight at her, and straight at her chest, but he didn't say anything about it. What, her breasts weren't good enough to even mention? Hal had at least been nice enough to offer a comment!

Eyes flicking from person to person, Sophia made her decision. She pushed herself up, crawled over beside Mina, and latched herself onto the girl's arm. As hilarious as it would have been to see what awkward expressions she could get out of Alden or Hal (though with how chill he was being she was starting doubt that second option), fascination with the girl won out.

She was just getting comfortable, relaxed and smiling brightly as though the pair had been life long friends, when Blake arrived, and gave the most hilarious reaction yet. Before he covered his eyes, she thought they were literally going to pop out of his head. In response, she dug her phone out of her pocket. "I'M NOT, STUPID. THIS IS MY HOUSE AND IT'S THE WEEKEND. WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? ARE YOU GOING TO BE BLIND THE WHOLE TIME?"

@Great Sogeking

[Assistant]
Saturday March 23rd, 2016

Richard sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed tight for a moment when Blake came in and lost his mind over Sophias bare breasts.

"Seriously, dude, you're not going to convince her so better just save your breath." He opened his eyes and swayed slightly when he was suddenly assaulted by an entirely different view of the world.

Each person and item around him was washed out in gray scale with lines radiating out from them. The larger the object the more lines, like a moving topographical map.

He blinked and his vision suddenly returned to normal. "Son of a motherless goat," he muttered. "This is really getting annoying. Does anyone have any clue what the hell happened to us? Last thing I remember was picking up trash in the park."

[User]
"Why yes, as a matter of fact," He placed his helmet over his face and strapped it in, giving himself the dumbest mask in existence. "I think I will." Gee what a prude. You'd think most guys his age would be happy to see a girl naked in any way.

…This act of courtesy was starting to backfire on him right away. It was incredibly stuffy inside his helmet, especially since he was just wearing it. Still, it was a little too late to back out from this big, dumb gesture. May as well see how long he can last with this thing on him.

He looked in the direction of Richard's voice at his question and answered, "Uhhh… Ship!" He pat his fist in his hand, "We went up in a UFO last night. That ring any bells for anyone?"

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"Right. Big, scary sky-thing. With lots of things for poking." Hal went to rub his chin with his right hand, and as soon as he made contact, he realized the gauntlet was gone. "It's... gone? Well, that's not unsettling. Gone as quick as it came, I suppose." He began to feel light-headed, and leaned gently upon nearby furniture. "So... do we think, maybe it was aliens? And, more important question: Can I punch the aliens? For sport, of course."

Hal looked to the others, hoping they might have something to add. In the meantime, however, he became slightly lost in his own daydreaming. What was going on? Did aliens really do all this? Will I really get to punch evil space aliens? I hope I get to punch evil space aliens. Just like the movies! Mmm... popcorn...

[User]
Saturday, March 23rd, 2016

When Mina stepped into the basement, the first thing she saw was the naked torso belonging to Sophia.
"What the f-," she whispered. She shook her head. Nope, this can't be happening. It has to do something with the clone thing. It has to!

She quietly sat down on the couch. Mina turned around when Blake blurted out the fact that Sophia is half naked. WHAT?? SHE'S ACTUALLY NAKED? Well, I can't say anything now... I'll just make a fool out of myself. Mina continued to sit on the couch.

Mina shook her head when Hal "broke the ice". This is going to be very boring. She sat back on the couch. It took her a good 3 minutes to realize that Sophia was suspiciously staring at her with a mysterious grin on her face. What is she going to do now?

When Alden walked into the room, her heart skipped a beat. He wasn't his perfect self, but that just made him more attractive, in Mina's opinion. He asked for everyone to catch him up. Mina decided that was definitely not going to be her, for she knew nothing about what was happening.

As soon as she felt warm skin touch her arm, Mina flinched. She slowly turned her head, to see Sophia holding onto her arm. At first, she was taken by surprise. Why was she acting so...friendly?  A few seconds after, however, Mina decided that this was better, as now she didn't have to pretend to not look at Sophia's naked breasts. Mina awkwardly leaned into Sophia, so it would be more comfortable for both of them. This would take some time getting used to.

Mina cringed when Sophia blasted out what she wanted to say on her phone. Her phone was extremely close to her sensitive ear.

She stayed quiet while the rest of the group exchanged their thoughts and ideas. When Hal mentioned punching aliens, Mina answered, "Why for sport? Do it as a hobby. No one's stopping you."

[Assistant]
Saturday March 23rd, 2016

"Okay, weird gauntlet, floating, anyone else have anything weird to report?" Richard asked before he suddenly blinked and turned to look at Blake.

"Wait... did you say space ship? And seriously, take the helmet off, she doesn't care who sees her, you're lucky we got her to put pants on."

He rubbed his eyes again with his hands. "Look, I don't have any memory at all after picking up trash in the park. Sophia days she remembers a big room, now you two," he waved a hand at Hal and Blake, "are talking UFOs. Seriously what the hell is going on here? And can anyone think of a common link in all this? Cause my head is starting to hurt."

[User]
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK ALIENS WANT TO BE PUNCHED? OR THAT THEY WON'T PUNCH BACK HARDER?" Sophia typed out into her phone. Cocking her head, she thought for a moment. "OR THAT THEY'RE BAD ALIENS? MAYBE THEY'RE GOOD ALIENS WHO JUST WANTED TO GIVE US STUFF." She smirked. "OR YOU'RE JUST PARANOID. I CAN GO ON IF YOU LIKE. AND WHY'S PUNCHING THEM THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF?"

Everything was just getting better and better. She felt Mina (she was pretty sure that she had heard the name somewhere) lean into her, and Sophia turned and perched her head on the other girl's shoulder, humming contentedly. The acceptance made her ecstatic, though she take care to keep an eye on Mina's expression. It wouldn't do to scare her off and lose another cuddlebuddy.

When Ricky asked his question, Sophia pursed her lips. Something was nagging at her about this whole situation. "QUESTION. WHERE DID TIC-TAC GO LAST NIGHT?"

@Ally610@TychosFullmeta@Great Sogeking@Inertia

[Assistant]
"Uuuuuugh… Alright, fine…" Blake groaned and finally popped his helmet off his face. As much as he enjoyed the air he still felt uncomfortable being around someone just… showing it all. He wasn't sure he'd be able to come to terms with the idea of someone having no shame here. Getting back on topic, though, he considered the question Richard just posed. Common link, common link…

"Okay, okay, so… Picking trash up. That's right. Then we see the UFO… Then I'm pretty sure that room was in the UFO…"

Blake tapped his chin while he tried to remember the next bit after that. Fighting? Yes, he's pretty sure there was fighting. Then… A light? Something… It must have ended at that point, he's sure. He looked in Sophia's direction at her question, then immediately directed his gaze up specifically at her face and asked, "Tic-Tac? Who's that?"

[User]
Saturday March 23rd, 2016

Anything weird to report... "I saw a clone of myself," Mina said, putting her hand up. The hand that wasn't captured by Sophia, that is.

Sophia's hum made Mina shiver. It had been so long since...anything like this happened. She desperately tried to keep a poker face.

UFO, huh? I've never heard of a UFO giving you powers before... Mina remembered the sudden pain she had in a room.

"A room! That's right. I remember a sharp pain."

Mina waited for Sophia to explain who Tic-Tac was. She suddenly felt tired, so she leaned back into the couch, slightly pulling away from Sophia. From time to time, Mina stole glances of Alden.

@Inertia

[Assistant]
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This entire situation was whimsical- bordering a farce. It feels as if they didn't really care what happened that night seeing as they veered off topic alot. This is getting nowhere he thought, staightening his slack posture and breathing deeply. It was obvious that everyone's (atleast everyone present) recollection of that night was haze at best. Alden only remembered how blurry and light-headed he got when he stepped into the ship, seeing a dark figure in a half-dazed state before completely passing it.

Alden caught Mina glancing at him a few times, and the even fewer times they both made simultaneous eye contact he brightly smiled at her in return, an odd girl indeed, "Alright, back to the issue at hand." he said, keeping his smile, although struggling slightly, "... Weird to report... Ah, I can now manipulate water." as soon as those words escaped his mouth he looked at a glass of water on the table before lifting it up and making the water travel then coil around his finger.

"The fact remains, we got powers- for entirely unknown reasons, after getting 'abducted' by that saucer." his words came out succint and a tad hoarse, he was still a bit tired, and he did try to rush here and all- even forgoing some of his 'daily rituals' to do so.

[User]
Saturday March 23rd, 2016

"Clones and now water manipulation," Richard muttered, studying through spiraling swirls of water around Alden's hand. "That's definitely interesting, and Tic-tac is what she calls Omega, the new teacher..."

Richard trailed off, blinking a few times in suprise, then again to clear away the weird distortion appeared in his vision again. He couldn't figure out what it was, but he thought he'd figured out how it was triggered at least.

"Om," he muttered. "He was the only other person that was there, and my mom said he dropped me off at my house last night. We gotta find him." He paused and looked around at the rest of them. "Anyone got any ideas how to do that?"

[Assistant]
Hal thought briefly about the predicament of locating a substitute teacher. Teachers, unfortunately, do not live at school, and the directory likely wouldn't have the brand-new sub in its listings.

"When was the last time someone got a phone book? Alden, you look like someone who buys stationary by the pound, where do you think we'd get a copy of a recent phone book?" Hal asked, rather openly. As if on cue, a golden book appeared in front of Hal, which to his dismay, had no writing upon its pages, but did effectively illustrate his prey. "Well... I guess the good news is that I can do that, whatever that is, exactly."


[System]
The Tiger : Harry Harimau

Race: Malaysian Chinese
Height of 188 cm, weighing at 80 kg, and sporting a blonde hair look due to his quirk. Preferring to wear a normal t-shirt or plain black collar shirt. will follow the fashion trend but coming off incredibly gaudy
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Civilian Data

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Age

15

Ancestry

Malaysian Chinese descent.
Hero Data

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Epithet

The Tiger : Harry Harimau

Personal History

Backstory of Lou Fu Yeng Hong:

Born in Malaysia before moving to Singapore, his father possessed a tiger mutation quirk as well as having a minor regeneration from his mother's side, Yeng Hong is a person who loves nothing more than dishing out justice to those who break the law or getting cocky over it. This attitude landed him in several arguments and fights at times though those were quickly settled due to his strength.

Despite the few altercations, he managed to get through the academics and got onto the heroic track due to both his upbringing of parents telling that he should use his power to help others like how his own father was a former military soldier and an active policeman in the Malaysian police force of Kuala Lumpur. The other being that he also loves finding, chasing, and capturing criminals down. Perhaps it was part of the quirk that he inherited but there was nothing more exciting than the thrill of the hunt.

At the age of ten, his parents moved to Singapore due to his mother getting a better job offer there as a consultant for hero support equipment. His father is still stationed in Kuala Lumpur as a policeman but often drops to Singapore for a visit. It was a rougher life for Yeng Hong, since Singapore being calmer also meant there was less of a chance to chase down petty criminals and it was akin to being locked up. Any rough attitude of his or unauthorized use of his quirk was also a sure way to get things troublesome with the authorities.

Seeing that being a hero is basically a glamorous policeman with both extra pay, fame, and most of all, able to exercise his quirk to its fullest, there was nothing better he could ask for. So as much as he disliked the academics, he gritted his teeth, studied, and got decent enough marks. All that's left was passing the practical test which will allow him to go into the academy.

Characterization

An impulsive, brash person, Yeng hong is also a person who stands by justice, a good chase and at times, capable of patience.
Competencies

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Quirk Type

Mutation type

Spring Tiger: Does anything a tiger do and beyond.

Inheriting the same quirk from his father, The Amur Tiger, it gives Yeng Hong a large size and musclemass. Claws from his fingers, enhanced sensory particularly smell, hearing and the capability to see in the night. His jaws and teeth are also much stronger that he can bite objects hard enough to hold or crush it in place. It also gave him a tail that he can used like a fifth limb. This comes with some cat instinct such as wanting to chase down preys, moving objects and at times, laser pointers.

A more unusual inheritance from his mother's quirk, spring chicken, is known mainly because it gives the user a healthier body and able to keep it at peak health for a while. This has mixed with his father quirk, giving him a slight regeneration and able to heal himself much faster.

Other Talents & Attributes

Tracking, hiding, and a capable brawler.

[User]
Mizo Aberashi

Being sapped of her speed from moving at nearly 140 mph to a screaming halt, Mizo was a little wobbly standing behind Mei, but she had a surprisingly respectful smile on her face. Mizo got beat by a quirk that allowed her opponent to drain momentum, and she caught Mizo just in time before she got blown through like a cannon. Mizo had her black and white helmet under one arm, which matched the color scheme of her entire tactical armor set. She looked dizzy as she stood among the rest of her friends, oddly upbeat for someone who got folded like a lawn chair before she could do anything. Was she laughing? "Oh yeah, that was wild alright, that girl has an awesome quirk! Woah- Hah, I could've beat her if I was a little quicker, no trouble though. I'll get her next time!" Mizo had an aggressive and prideful energy to her, she didn't take defeat lightly, but she was also pretty confident in herself, so she took solace in knowing there was a damn good quirk out there to match her own. She was the tallest among them and stood behind Mei like a shaky pillar of dignity and positivity in the face of defeat. "Zeal's agency? Sounds good to me."

Mizo never picked an internship, but Mei's father was the best of the best, so she wasn't about to refuse a chance to intern under Zeal himself.

[Assistant]
Aurora looked forward; zoned out into her own world of thought, void of the world around herself. She snapped out of the train of thoughts turning to Mei as she listened nodding before looking away "T-Thankyou. You both did great as well."She studdered allowing her natural shyness to show messing with a strand of snow-white hair as her pastel blue eyes looked away to the side and towards the ground. Aurora was never one for interactions. If it hadn't been for the support and training she got from this school and the mass amount of people that she calls family that taught her some self-defense and ways to think during battle while using the horrible combat quirk she was born with. She might not have done as well as she did. she was thankful that the changes she had set for her costume really came in handy and the fact it was hard to really know what her unique quirk did.

She calmed herself down mentally before looking back at Mei listening to her extend an invite for a possible internship with her family's agency "S-Sure, I was probably just going to intern with the local police to better train on the use of my quirks and learn ways of using them; however, I would be a fool not to accept an invitation like that." she added allowing her voice to soften a bit.

[User]
Enishi

The Tiger : Harry Harimau

Seeing the two top heroes in the SEA region had him grinning ear to ear even as he looked back upon the previous months. One of the two representatives of Eirei and considered nearly the top student in his school.

Got to remain humble, can't let it get to my head. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, or Harry, giggled inwardly. His chest puffing out a lot more and ears facing forward, tail moving back and forth gently. Being the second tallest in the group but still, one of the broader one of them, it was hard to miss his body cues.

"Naturally, it's only something I can achieve." Yeng Hong said with a grin and pointed a finger to himself. Being at the top for once in something he excelled in left him a swimmingly good mood.

After all, his tiger quirk had given him both strength, speed, and agility. He didn't even need weapons since his claws can serve as one if needed.

Mei asking him to join their agency for the internship had him stroke his chin.

Joining the top agency in all of SEA region was fine and dandy but so was the additional work. However, it did give him a chance to be based back in Malaysia again, and be with his dad for a while.

That and being able to be with three girls? He can put up with a little work.

"Of course, being in the top agency and heroes? I definitely wouldn't mind, besides, I can also show you all some good food spots." Yeng Hong brushed his hair backwards confidently. "Still, you sure your dad wouldn't mind? I mean, he's gonna take on an additional two interns when he got two of you already."

His hand lazily waved to both Mei and Aurora.

[Assistant]
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Zeal Hero Agency Internship Commence!Okio, Singapore
May 7
Class 1-B

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 Zeal overheard the conversation that his daughter was having with her friends. He watched the Sports Festival and wasn't pleased with the performance they demonstrated, nonetheless he wanted them and wasted no time announcing that the entire 1-B will is granted internships at the Zeal Hero Agency.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE WE ARE GOING TO MALAYSIA IN A FEW MINUTES! YOUR HOMEROOM TEACHER TALIA IS NO EXCEPTION!" Zeal cannot help but flex his authority passionately, his wife has already bought the entire class plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. This whole thing was a surprise to the students but it was planned from behind the scenes as the Principal permitted Zeal to take Talia's class with him to Malaysia.

Mei could feel nothing but awkwardness from her lively father. She was certainly happy but to be so grandiose and chewing the scenery just like that really would warrant her jealousy from people and other worldly expectations and peer pressure.

To add fire, Zeal chose five students that would directly intern by his side.

"Mei — Do better than your classmates, intern along side me, my daughter. Lou Fu Yeng Hong, this is perfect, I worked along side with your father over the years and he'd be happy to see you because I'm working on a case with him right now. Mizo Aberashi, your quirk reminds me of All Might and I'm taking you in, Aurora Yashia, your parents must've been proud seeing your non-combat quirk grant you first place in the Sports Festival, I'm taking you in and your parents will be working along side me. As for the fifth student, let's see..." Mei sighed from being embarrassed.

"Told ya, he'd bring us. I would have been totally find with this, if he just held back his excitement!" She said to her friends.

"Your honors Talia, anything you need to say to your class?" Zeal asked Talia.@Restalaan@BlackMaiden@Blizz@Angry Bubbles

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The shock of the class flying off with the number one hero didn't reach Jun's face. Though his cool gaze gleamed with excitement. For the most part, he had stood alone, humiliated by the last minute decision his father had forced on him. The elder man's baritone, frigid and calculated voice echoed in his head. 'Lose, Jun. I know how much you want to win but trust me, you'll be better off this way.' he had told him in the locker room.

'This was why,' he thought with a smirk. 'You sly old man, how in the world... Wait, it could have been Tsukino. She does have the ability to gaze the future sometimes.

Jun strode up as Zeal begun to, one by one, mention the students. If he could just see the man work; that's all. Just watch him, he'd be leagues ahead of most Heroes already. He directed his voice, rattled by adolescence yet cool enough, towards Zeal. "Choose me, Sir. You won't find a stronger hero attending this school than me. I'm not bragging, just speaking facts."

[Assistant]
Penrose

"Hm, only to do their best when they're in a foreign country..." A tall proper looking woman dressed in black with daggers strapped to her sides and white hair walked behind the number one hero. The sound of her boots clacking against the floor announced her presence. This was the number two hero, and class 1B's teacher. Penrose. Her quirk was a mess for most to handle, but her students no doubt knew that better than most. Her quirk involved hyper realistic illusions and sensory manipulation, once you're caught, you're subjected to whatever she makes you see.

"It's as Zeal says, you should all strive to better your skill as heroes. You are my students, so I will be coming with you on this trip, after all, someone has to keep Zeal in check." she joked. Penrose was eye level with Mizo, yet the two of them physically were very different, while Mizo was built like a tank with legs, Penrose was a lot more spindly and spry. She was a very mobile type of person. "Aurora, you've come very far for someone with a quirk such as yours, you should be proud." She told Aurora, knowing how strange and annoying her quirk was for the girl. She watched her struggle and suffer a lot but she never gave up.

"As for the rest of you, keep improving and one day you'll all be great heroes."

[User]
The Tiger : Harry Harimau

Enishi

"Wait, we're going now?" Lou Fu wanted to protest that they barely packed anything but the enthusiasm of the top hero swept it away as his class was caught in it. Deciding to just better follow the flow, he threw his hand to the sides with a shrug.

Ah well, I got my clothes in Malaysia so it ain't a problem anyway.

When Zeal addressed him, that snapped him to attention and more so when he heard his father being mentioned. Zeal pointing that he's working with him on a case and was willing to take him just sealed the deal.

"Alright! Just point me and I'll kick all the villain's ass! Haha!" He gave a thumbs up to that and grinned though he felt the high pressure. The top hero is one thing but the thought of disappointing his father made him burned with a passion.

"If it helps, I do appreciate it." He ribbed Mei gently with a prob of his elbow.

Turning to Jun and thinking on his words, Lou Fu felt a little cheeky at the proclamation of being the strongest though.

"Stronger? You sure about that?" Lou Fu raised and flexed his arm lightly, the school uniform stretching to near limits before he stopped. Only Mizo could claim to be stronger than him, and that was still dependant on other factors. He didn't become the top representative of the class after all.

Hearing Penrose came in took his mind off as she said she'll be joining in for the trip. Telling them to do their best had him nodding to that. "Of course, teach."


[System]
Age: 312, was bitten at 24

Gender: Male

Appearance/Looks:

Standing at a height of 5'6" feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with mellow features, dark eyes, and even darker curls that fall to his chin. These traits, however, tend to be overshadowed quite easily by his rather...interesting choice in wardrobe. Despite being male, and identifying as such, the researcher is almost always found donning a skirt and heels. As Madison leans naturally on the more androgynous side of the spectrum, it doesn't take much use of makeup for him to become nearly indistinguishable from a woman. This hobby of his can easily confuse most people- especially if one has not been informed of his gender otherwise.
Has a passion for wearing colorful, flowing dresses, and will wear a variety of wide-brimmed hats and gloves during the day.

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[User]
An apologetic smile lit Madison's features in response to Stefany's shock. It wasn't too surprising- after all, if you were of the belief you were talking to an everyday (if not a bit odd) human, you wouldn't expect them to have done more than their lifetime would usually allow. After a moment of consideration, he opened his mouth a bit, allowing Stefany to see inside.

Only a few seconds after, his fangs slipped into view.

"Vampire," he said, with the same air of casualness as if he was bringing up his research. "I hope that doesn't bother you too badly, miss Raterfell." Even in this day and age, it wasn't uncommon to find people who were strongly anti-vampire. Anti-supernatural, even. Madison pursed his lips a moment, then released, running a thumb along the rim of his cup.

"Veterinarians are a very respectable profession. Do you happen to have any pets yourself?" He paused upon noticing Stefany's discomfort.

"Ah, my apologies. Would you rather I call you Stefany instead?"

[Assistant]
Sara walked slowly, singing her song to the forest. She already felt rejuvenated, the often drab sensation of being among humans for extended periods of time was dulled to a bearable minimum. Not that Nik hated humans. Not any more, at least. There was a time, the samovila remembered, but that time had gone and she'd learned to distinguish between the humans deserving of her friendship and grace, and those that were not. Sara loved her human friends. Like Joyce. Humans were fascinating, intricate creatures that more often than not didn't know themselves very well. Which was why, in Nik's opinion, they fought amongst each other so much.

 Of course self-improvement and soul-searching was something that even vilas did. Otherwise Nik would still be in the throes of blind rage, directed at the humans who butchered the forests and killed trees indiscriminately. Sara always tried to search within herself first for answers and solutions to problems. Immortal as she was she knew that personal growth was indispensable, if she were to survive eternity with her mind intact.

 As Sara was walking and singing, tending to the forest's needs, she felt a strong pull towards something. Or maybe someone. She wasn't sure. But she felt helpless to obey the urge and answered the call. Slowly she followed the strand of essence she felt drawn to. She was so in tune with nature, the forest and its inhabitants, her voice soring high and far, that she didn't even register the increased pain and burning in her wrist.

 Nik kept following the mysterious call, her pulse quickening and her heart beginning to hammer excitedly in her chest. Her nostrils flared and her song became slow, husky and almost sensual. She didn't notice the change, nor did she pay any mind to her now throbbing and aching wrist. She was so focused on the ethereal presence that was like nothing she'd ever felt in any of the planet's forests, that she'd tuned out almost everything else.

 Suddenly she stopped, eyes wild, chest rising fast in labored breaths, and her singing came to a gradual whispering stop. The sensations in her wrist made themselves known with a vengeance. Sara raised it and stared at the tattoo, glowing wildly and pulsing with a constant, almost crippling pain. Nik had no idea what it meant. It had never done this before, and nothing in her research explained these sensations. She looked at the appendage as if it was not hers, but a foreign entity. And then she felt it again. The presence. Dizzyingly stronger than before. She felt lightheaded, stumbled a bit and stretched out a hand to the nearest tree for support.

 As soon as her palm made contact with the bark of the tree her being was filled with it. The elusive, mysterious presence. She gasped, or moaned, or both. She placed her other palm on the tree and this time did moan. I've never felt a connection like that with a tree before. It's almost as if it's... Nik looked slowly up, eyes searching for something that should not have been there. When her gaze fell on the woman, tucked between the branches of the tree, she inhaled sharply.

 "Who..." She stumbled back, unable to finish her question. The situation so surreal even her supernatural brain had problems dealing with it.

[User]
Vampire? VAMPIRE? VAMPIRE?!
Her soulmate was a blood sucking straight dude dressed in girl's clothing.
She knew her parents would accept him of course, but the problem was her

She listened to everything he said numbly after that, nodding every few moments.
The world turned blurry in front of her eyes. She'd been studying too much again. Plus all of this shock.
Was she going to pass out?
Please don't pass out. She muttered to herself, eyes scrambling to find something concrete to focus on.

She passed out.

[Assistant]
Interaction with: @ihinka

It was as if a wave of rough pleasure hit her when the women beneath her touched the tree. She hadn't even noticed what was going on. She hadn't processed what it would mean if the woman got closer to the tree or even touched it. She hadn't considered that she would look upwards, spot Aaliyah. She had been too deep in her mind, staring.

The wave went up her arm and through her body, she felt it in her veins, her tattoo burnt on her skin, it could of very well left a burnt-flesh mark on her body, that's how it felt. But something distracted her from all of that. It was the sounds coming from the woman, who either felt pleasure or pain - Aaliyah wasn't too sure. She didn't know what to make of the sounds and actions that were happening. But she knew her fascination with the woman was deeper than simple curiosity. It was much more than that.

The woman once more wondered if this woman was aware of her Eredh. Where did she come from? Was she the last rest of Eredh this earth once had? Maybe... Aaliyah wanted to find out. She felt a hard drive to get to know all the secrets this creature carried within her.

And then she looked up and spotted her. Aaliyah's heart should have frozen, her facade should have dropped in shock. But she felt weirdly calm. She knew it was only because A) she sat in a tree, her territory and B) the fact that she simply had way too many questions about the woman and this whole situation to feel frightened or intimidated right now. Those feelings would probably hit her later on.

She looked down at the woman with curious brown eyes. "Hello", Aaliyah said gently. "Did you just feel that?" She didn't even consider the question weird or personal. She thought they had shared a strange experience and was rather eager to find out what it meant. She expected the stranger to feel the same way about dealing with the situation. How else would one approach something like this?

She lowered herself a little more to get a closer look at the woman but she stayed on the branch, in safe distance. Then she decided to sit on it, legs hanging from each side and her back leaning against the tree trunk.

"That was strange, huh?" Her voice showed enthusiasm, as if this encounter with whatever just happened was just a strange tv show mystery to be solved. Her lips were curled into a bright smile.

[Very sorry for bad reply. I'm sick times two and it was written on my phone (phone written replies always suck when fron me), so don't rip my head off please, @ihinka.]

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So sorry for the long delay >.< @KahleenCuthald

Nik stumbled back, her wings vanishing into nothingness. Had the woman seen them? Had she exposed herself to a stranger? The situation was so absurd it was almost laughable. Her wrist was burning like a bitch, the pulse there pounding a mile a minute so dissonant to her own and yet, somehow in harmony with it, in sync. The woman was speaking to her, sitting in the tree. In this day and age the situation was ludicrous. But Sara was transported back to the old days when samovilas frolicked in the woods, sitting among the branches, singing and laughing, combing their long hair.

This woman was not a vila! Of that Nik was positive. She'd never felt such connection to a vila. And Sara knew the presence she'd felt drawn to and that had exploded in her essence when she'd touched the tree was this woman with brown eyes, sitting in the tree, looking down at her with curiosity, talking to her. Talking! Shit! Answer her, you dolt!

"I..." Nik stammered bewildered her voice wasn't obeying her command. She cleared her throat, stepped closer to the tree and looked up at the woman. "Hello. What... I mean... Yeah... Did you...?" Jesus, you sound like a stammering schoolgirl. Try making complete sentences so you don't chase her off. "Sorry, I'm sorry, it's just so... strange, yes. I... I'm Kosara Nikolov, I work as a ranger in the park. I was..." Her voice fell through. "Camping." She finished lamely. After what had happened both women knew well enough she wasn't simply camping. She approached the tree even more and placed her palm there, this time expecting the connection and prepared for the transfer of essences. Still she had to breath in sharply. The sensation was as dizzying as before. More so even! "I won't harm you if you wanted to get down from there, but if it makes you feel safe I understand." Her blue eyes locking with the stranger's brown ones. Almost pleading.

She stepped back. One. Two steps and sat on the ground Turkish style. A soft smile graced her lips. "This is so crazy. I'm not sure what's happening right now, but I don't feel threatened or weird. I feel... " She paused, pondering. "Right." She finished, her smile widening, igniting her blue eyes. "Will you tell me your name?" She asked almost shyly.

[Assistant]
Interaction with: @ihinka

Aaliyah didn't let anything on her facial expression show if she haf seen these wings before the woman haf hid them from her or not. She didn't think it was important. Instead she listened to her cute stuttering with curious eyes and a soft smile on her lips.

She found it incredibly adorable that it took her a while to form a real sentence. Now that was something she hadn't been familiar with. She stuttered a while and then told her her name. Kosara.... She hadn't heard that name before. Which was strange since she thought she had heard about any name by now.

The woman decided to touch the tree again and the sensation was just as strong. She felt it on her skin as intense tingles and in her veins as a pleasuring fire. Her arm felt like hot steel was being pressed against it and she hissed in pain. Her vision blurred for a second.

Then the stranger moved back, sat down and asked her if she would come down from her tree's position. She knew better thank to believe that a sweet, stuttering voice meant peace or weakness. She knew that this woman was powerful. She had felt it. Powerful enough to take her down if she wasn't careful. Nevertheless she found her body moving without consent of her mind. And a second later she had dropped off the branch and landed on her feet smoothly on the floor.

"I'm down", she said. "I'm Aaliyah." She wasn't sure how much she could really trust this woman, but she knew that her body had already decided that she would have to trust her. No consent of her mind being asked. Aaliyah hadn't ever felt like her body was a force on its own, not caring for her mind's decisions and danger warnings.

This woman had already made so much different, and she had only just met her. Aaliyah wasn't sure yet if she liked the way it made her act.

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Perhaps revealing his nature so soon had been a bad move.

Eyes wide, Madison rushed over to catch Stefany before she could hit the ground, the quiet sound of her pulse drumming in his ears. "Miss Raterfell?" He asked. "Stefany?" Unconscious. She had fainted. Lips sealed into a tight, pressed line, Madison gently lifted Stefany into the nearby booth, pillowing his jacket beneath her legs. Several heads had turned in their direction after the fall, but no one had come over as of yet.

This certainly hadn't been what he was expecting upon meeting his soulmate.

Fingers moving deftly, Madison lifted his purse, drew the phone, and held it, staring anxiously down at Stefany. Perhaps it was just something minor, and his reaction had been a bit much, but if not...He ran his thumb against the screen, waiting to see if she would stir. If not, he'd call. That was that.


[System]
Birthday:
August 23'rd, 2008

Appearance:

Online Alias:
Spectre

Online Join Date:
September 12'th, 2029

Online Appearance as a Mechnic:

Note: Image can be clicked for a link to higher resolution.

Level:
33

Class:
Main - Sabre Soldier
Sub - Rogue
*Has yet to decide whether he wants to have Technician or Rider for his third class at level 50

Personality In-Game:
Outwardly Friendly, Clever, Thoughtful, and Manipulative in order to get ahead

Personality Out-of-Game:
Serious, Careful, Reserved, Blunt, and Distrusting – often misinterpreted as being a bit of a jerk

Ambitions:
After high school, James followed in his father's footsteps, chasing a degree in Aerospace Engineering. Unlike his long-term girlfriend Sasha, he had no desire to leave London. Travel for him didn't go out it went up. He always wanted a pilot's license, but with schooling there was no time to get into school for it. Besides, Engineering fascinated him and maths was so natural for him that there was no question when it came time to pick. His postgraduate studies are being conducted at the Imperial College of London, but he only takes them part-time and in small loads. He's in no hurry to receive his Master's Degree because his father was able to get him a job at the same company where he works. Even still, experience weighs far more heavily than just a sum of classes and a slip of paper. James now works full-time for the company headquartered in London, taking most of his classes at-distance and as 'independent study.' Apart from this, he spends most of his time in the world of Endless Realms, occupying himself recreationally with the relatively new world of VR. He found his own flat in Canterbury after graduation for a fair price, considering he gets paid more than the average bachelor's graduate.

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"I know, mom," James said, rolling his eyes for the millionth time as he was lectured about manners and girls. "You act like she's just some random girl... I'm not gonna hurt her," He said confidently as she adjusted a tie around his neck. It felt like it took ages for him to peel away from her while she worked to continuously 'fix' his dress clothes. Finally, the door was closing behind him and he had no doubt his mother would be watching him until he disappeared from view. He had a type of dark dress jacket over a white shirt and dress pants. It required a lot of argument to keep his mom from following him to Sasha's place. Despite the number of times that his mom looked him over, James still felt the need to do so again upon reaching the girl's door, clearing his throat and trying to keep his heart from racing as he reached up and knocked. When it was answered, he smiled brightly, "H-" He started before Sasha's mother cut in, wanting pictures and the like before the girl swept him away from the door and what, to a child, was a potentially dangerous scenario: embarrassing pictures of them before their first dance. Ugh.

As they reached a safe distance away, he started to laugh, shaking his head. "Thanks for saving me," He teased as she released his hand and he took a moment to catch his breath, taking her pace in the walk. All things considered, he was just glad he didn't fall over and humiliate himself in their escape as he finally got to see her dress and she complimented him on how he looked. He shrugged as though it was an outfit that had been thrown together at the last minute, "Your dress looks, uh... Cute," He stammered sincerely, blushing slightly. "We can stay as late as you like, I've not got a curfew," He said proudly, "As long as I don't wake my parents up if they're asleep." Cigarettes and alcohol filled the air, but it was the norm for most places in London. He lightly took her hand as they approached, a few older students asked for their tickets and they showed them before being let inside. The music could be heard from beyond the front doors, but James wasn't quite so familiar with it. It wasn't in his favorite genre so it typically fell off of his radar. He glanced down at his watch and wow was she right, they had all night, which was good simply because he felt like it would take him that long to get over his nerves.

After entering the gym, he looked around, scanning over the faces of everybody. He could see Matt with Aisha and even Alex, who seemed to be having a relatively good time. Honestly, James almost felt bad for asking her after him and still getting the date. Matt didn't quite see them, James figured, so they took their own walk out to the floor, James' most dreaded moment of the night. He tried to look at other people around him... Would he really have to look that stupid? Oh geeze this was going to be a trainwreck. It wouldn't take long before Matt*did*spot them, took his girlfriend's hand, and nearly ran James over. "Oi, little brother, good to see you finally came," He said and James flinched, half-expecting to get an embarrassing ruffle of his hair. Nothing happened though as his brother smiled down, wrapping an arm around Aisha, "C'mon, we'll show you two lovebirds how to have fun!" He said excitedly as the couple took the Freshmen under their wings and showed them around the dance floor and James quickly realized that nerves were something entirely created in his head.

As the night moved on, it seemed as though a lot of people were getting tired and the entire rhythm of the room changed at the turn of a song. Something slow... soft... James looked around in fear as he saw what felt like a million different options flood the room. They could have left minutes ago, and now it was too late. He looked back to Sasha, rather unsure what to do, wondering if Matt would come to their rescue a second time. There was no such luck, he and Aisha were buried in one another's arms, not to mention she had stopped him before he could help them, mentioning that it was their job to work it out. Matt simply sighed, giving her his tired, teasing line,*"C'est la vie."*The girl would roll her eyes as she always did, call him a jackass, and start the dance.

"U-uh..." James couldn't bring himself to look at her, "Sorry... What do you think?" He asked, almost afraid of the answer. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't keep himself from walking on eggshells for fear of hurting whatever they had before the dance. If worse came to worst, they could always just... annul the night, right? Easy fix. Then they would always know it didn't work out, if she didn't want to. It wasn't like it would actually ruin them. He silently, and every so slightly, shook his head,*Don't be a pessimistic idiot,*He scolded himself, finally looking her way, smiling. Even if he had wanted to, there was no way he could keep himself from doing it.

[Assistant]
The dance was just as she thought it would be, no surprises there.

Sasha had spotted a few of her friends and made small talk with them. She and James were soon approached by Matt and his lovely date. Sasha was happy to meet the girl, Aisha. Things went by alright, Sasha had nothing to complain about. Well, James did seem rather high strung, wound up tight about the issue of a dance. She didn't think he needed to be so nervous, after all, emotions could be infections. If he was uneasy, she would get uneasy as well. But if they relaxed and kept enjoying themselves with the food and chatter, then it would be easier to let the drama of the rest of the world slid off their shoulders. She had spotted Alex but hadn't gotten the chance to speak with him. She did feel bad about turning him down but with James being the other option, as her new boyfriend, she didn't feel too bad.

As the mood took a slight turn from hyped and bubbly, Sasha noticed a few people heading off, holding hands as they left the building. It seemed the new tone of the night was sparking a lot of mushy romance. She and James had yet to really kiss each other, they had only been together a short time as boyfriend and girlfriend. They didn't want to rush things but now, at the moment, it seemed like they had a chance to make the actual transition from one thing to another. Some people were snogging by the snack table while many of the chaperons were calling it a night. The dance had about a half an hour left but she wasn't sure if she really wanted it to end so soon. She had fun and she hoped James could say the same too.

"Ah." She looked over when James regained his power of speech and turned to her, asking what she thought they should do. "Ohh." She looked back at the dance floor which was only home to a few couples at this point. Sasha held her breath and decided they could carry on with their little date but that it didn't have to be where everyone or anyone could see. Our of the corner of her eye, she spotted Alex heading off in a group. Somehow she felt a little less in the spotlight now, even so, it seemed James was still nervous. "Why don't we head off and go somewhere else?" She suggested. They could walk around, meddle and loiter as all the kids did. She and James headed off and she was hoping that a chance in scenery would do them some good, well James some good.

Despite being away from their peers, Sasha did still feel a little nervous but she saw it as a good thing.

"I've got a massive craving for ice cream." She gushed as the cool air hit them as they left the campus. "Like if I don't some soon, I might go mad and try climbing a tree. Can you imagine? In this dress? My mum would kill me an' all for ice cream." Sasha laughed a little as they walked, her face still a little red. Ice cream was a great way to cheer people up and she wanted something sweet and cool. "I wonder there's any frozen custard around here." She said aloud. She spotted a petrol station up ahead and decided they'd have some good cheap ice cream for sale. "Come on." Sasha grabbed James' hand and hurried to the stop light and waited for it to turn before she jogged across the street. They got their ice cream treats and both paid for themselves since they both wanted to pay for each other, and couldn't budge on the matter. Once they got back out on the street, they were back to wandering again.

The girl had picked a chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich, plain but yummy. She did her best to not make a mess but when it became too much of a hassle, she threw out half of it and wiped herself off with a napkin. Everything was changing for them, she liked it though. Sure, it was new and scary but it wasn't like they needed to be afraid of each other. "You know when I first met you, I thought were totally mental, like, someone who would be so tough to get to know but I was wrong about you." Sasha smiled. "I'm glad I was, not so glad you beamed me with a football but...you know things sorted themselves out." Sasha shrugged a little as they walked back towards their neighborhood. Checking her phone, she saw it was 9:24 so they didn't need to rush home by any means.

The two ended up wandering back to the rock that James had showed her the day everything changed. She took a seat on the edge and looked around. While things were changing, it was hard to consider that in a few years, they'd be in Matt and Aisha's shoes. Would they still be together? Sasha wasn't sure, that was a peculiar thing to consider but she'd like to believe that no matter what happened, they'd still be mates. She pulled out her phone and picked out a song, the slowest one she had anyway, which was tough since she loved peppy songs. It was a really old one by Vance Joy called Riptide. It was cute and kind of made her think of James. "Come on, we skipped out on that last dance but I still want one last one." Sasha grinned and jumped down, holding her hand out to the boy. If they didn't want to make fools of themselves in front of strangers at a stuffy dance, they should at least be able to do it by themselves.

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He was relieved when she suggested that they leave the dance. It felt so strange being surrounded by so many people, it felt too exposed, seeing as they had only recently become more than friends - it was all new to them. At the mention of ice cream, he laughed and nodded, "Yeah, that sounds really good, come to think of it," He agreed, more confident than he had been before, now that they were outside and more relaxed. He had chosen a basic Drumstick cone with chocolate shavings on top, which he quickly found running down his hand and dangerously close to his sleeve. However, he fought on, catching each melted drip and quickly devouring the cold refreshment, leaving part of the cone for the rubbish bin. It felt so much more fun now that there wasn't any pressure from the dance, he could just feel the next one being more effortless and enjoyable. Despite her not letting him pay for her ice cream, he found their compromise to be fair enough for now. He couldn't help but laugh as the ice cream in her sandwich would press from every side whenever she took a bite and she had to give up on it halfway through. He was nearly done when she pitched it, so he did the same with his, making sure to clean up his hand before wiping it off.

He smiled slightly, "Yeah, my football skill could use a bit of tweaking, but I don't think it could have happened any other way..." He pointed out, laughing, "Then again,*I'm*not the one who got hit with the ball." It really was funny how things worked, James hadn't even realized how their wandering about took them back past their homes and toward the rock where he had asked to be her boyfriend. It was also the night that she had become a big sister, so the location had quickly become someplace very special. Somehow it felt like the one place where everything could just be true, where nothing would have to change. Consistency was nice, especially during times like this. As she pulled out her phone and started playing a song, he nodded, "Sure, I'd love to."

It was easy to ignore feeling silly around Sasha, because she wasn't afraid of doing it too. Not to mention, nobody else was watching, it was so much easier, seeing as he had no idea what to do. He took her hand when she offered it over and hopped off the rock himself, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. It wasn't exactly a slow song, but it was sweet. It was so much less nerve-racking when they were secluded. Tentatively, he placed his free hand on her hip, his heart starting to beat more quickly as he took a step closer, meeting her gaze. "I had fun tonight," He said brightly, "I'm really glad we decided to go together, Sasha." Their hands disconnected as he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling more natural after the song had been going for a bit. As the chorus began to repeat for the song to pan out, he looked down slightly to her, tilting his head and leaning forward. He tried his best to quell the part of him that actually understood the situation, wanting nothing more than to calmly handle what he hoped would be his first kiss.

He brought a hand up to her cheek, pushing her short hair back as their lips met. A few moments later, he pulled away, blushing hotly, blinking in surprise at himself. "Wow..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as the song ended. Part of him knew that it was okay, but another part was worried she would be mad or that he had moved too quickly, assuming she would accept the kiss. To break the silence, he smiled slightly, "So... Was that okay?" He asked with a small laugh, wanting nothing more than to keep the air from becoming too awkward.