[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

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Sapphire Rode - The Shelter
Sapphire wanted to do something to help the animals she really did but at this point she didn't see the wisdom in letting them out. At least half of them were so heavily sedated that even if their cages were opened they'd more than likely continue to lie there. This reasoning was not shared by Abel however who after wiping a large amount of dog slobber from his face used the pointed end of his spear to shear the tops off most of the cages. With the ferocity of the swings Sapphire was shocked that he'd managed to avoid hitting any of the animals imprisoned here.

It was needlessly excessive but Sapphire understood why Abel wanted these creatures free. Each one of them was wild and used to open spaces and freedom. Otherwise sedation wouldn't have been necessary, domestic pets while perhaps not happy about being kept in a cage wouldn't cause enough of a fuss to warrant sedatives. Besides should they run into something more than they could handle the animals could serve as a distraction what with the chaos the wakeful ones were making.

Sapphire smiled slightly and unlocked a few of the cages allowing the animals that wanted to to run free. When Abel was finished his liberation mission he followed Sapphire's suggestion that they take a look at the lower levels. As they pushed through the doors to the stairwell a cold chill ran up Sapphire's spine. It wasn't anything specific just a very bad feeling that they were descending into something that did not welcome them. It was of course ridiculous, this was a Shelter for animals, whatever was in this place couldn't be more than they could handle and yet despite the fact that it was illogical Sapphire switched her semblance on just before they started down the stairs.

It was a good thing too as the area was littered with security cameras. As long as she didn't alter the environment in any significant way even electronic surveillance would be unable to detect her. Sapphire's footfall was near silent, in fact unless someone was listening for her specifically they'd more than likely miss it altogether and that was without her semblance active.

They encountered no resistance on the stairs or in the room below. This unsettled Sapphire far more than if the med lab had been full of Atlas Paladin Suits. The emptiness of the facility was far more threatening than any physical form could ever be.

Sapphire was about to do a thorough search of the room when they heard sounds. Sapphire didn't shrink away from the room. With her semblance active there was no reason to avoid detection as long as she remained inconspicuous. Abel on the other hand was another story. He slipped past her into the shadows whispering that she should turn invisible and follow the two people that had entered the room.

Sapphire smiled slightly, she'd never fully explained her semblance to her team. It seemed all of them were under the impression that her semblance was invisibility. Abel had advised her to use it without realizing that it was already on. He could only see her because he'd been there when she'd activated it and he was expecting her presence.

Sapphire walked out into the room staying a good distance behind the man and woman that had marched into the room but within earshot so that nothing of there conversation would be missed. From the little that Sapphire had gleaned so far they were planning something. Making History was very rarely a good thing. The Faunus wars had made history, the great criminals had made history, and the Grimm had made history. Whatever this woman was referring to Sapphire couldn't help but feel that it was not as good a thing as those two seemed to think.

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - The Shelter

Smiling, Shiro was pleased with himself. It seems his on-the-fly-lies had worked and the boy agreed to help them. Watching as the boy approached a hidden entrance that he hadn't noticed, he blinked and tilted his head in curiosity. "Pokey?.." He thought to himself, wondering what exactly the boy meant by that. Shrugging, he dismissed the seemingly meaningless words and crawled up to the door. Slipping out his Scroll, he took a snapshot of the hidden door and pocketed it shortly after. Unlocking the door, Shiro carefully slipped inside and propped the door open for Gren's hulking frame to pass through. When Gren had approached, Shiro had already noticed him and was surprised the bear faunus cub hadn't noticed him the same. Before entering the room entirely, he took a moment to take in the new surroundings. As his eyes scanned the cabinets, his gaze lingered on the refrigerator.

"This must be a kitchen or breakroom of some sort..."

Thinking about it, he hadn't really eaten before the start of the mission, had he? It would be terribly embarrassing if his grumbling stomach gave him away during a critical moment. But, he didn't have the time for a snack as he had to follow after the eager bear cub. Eyes snapping to a corner of the room, Shiro swiftly ducked behind the nearest object. "Gren! Camera!" he sharply whispered. Noticing the camera, Shiro took out his Scroll once more and took a picture of it. Fingers rapidly tapping away, he sent his second report to the others on team.

"From: Kuhaku Shiro
To: Abel Fulgurate, Gren Orchid, Sapphire Rode
Subject: Scout Report #2

Body: "The bear faunus cub agreed to assist us, Gren and I are following after him now. Keep an eye out for hidden entrances and security cameras. I'll be disabling cameras as I find them. I've attached two images."

Attachments: Illusory Wall.img, Security Camera.img"

Finishing, Shiro pocketed his Scroll and crawled under what he presumed to be the scope of the camera's sight. Standing and stretching himself, he grabbed the camera and ripped it from the wall. With his other hand, he tore every cable attached to it. Clumsily forcing the camera back into its place in the wall, he hoped that whoever may be monitoring it didn't notice his entry or the camera's sudden disconnection. Should someone decide to get a bite to eat, he also hoped that they wouldn't notice the slight damage to the inoperable camera. Looking to his left and right, he was alone in the room save for Gren following in after him. If the bear faunus cub had been in the room still, Shiro would've surely raised some alarms. Speaking of alarms, he wondered if the camera system was connected to some security system. He really hoped he hadn't tripped some silent/not-so-silent alarm.

An uneasy look on his face, another bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
"O-oh well, what's done is done.."
Looking to Gren, he turned and trotted down the stairs he had seen the cub and his lizard companion descend. The sounds his ears were detecting helped to instill a deep sense of dread within him. Something just didn't sit right with him about this place.
"What was the mission objective again?" He asked himself, second guessing his team's purpose here.

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Ciel Kuze - lost rabbit
"I dont think that will really work for an alibi." Ciel whispered as she continued to search for the back room. Though he was right as soon as the chaos ended they would spot them quickly like white on rice or some other bad comparison. Still it was proving hard to locate the back room none of these rooms seemed to be it and she was not going to be busting through every door looking for it. That would only invite more trouble to them. With a soft sigh she turned to look at her fellow teammate "you have any idea where they might hide a back room Luke? she asked softly as she quickly ducked to avoid being spotted by a guard rushing through on the opposite side of them.

[Assistant]
Outside the Dragon's Den

The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training.

Inside the Dragon's Den

The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.

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Jack Orpheus | Back Area

"Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.

[Assistant]
This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull.

"Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.


[System]
Basics
Alias: Trick
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alliance: Good
Power: Teleportation – Lexa can teleport herself and whatever she's holding to any location that she can see
Enhanced Healing – Lexa has enhanced durability and heals moderately fast (an injury that would normally take several days to heal instead takes several hours), though this has the side effect of injuries scarring more often than not

Physical Description

Image:

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 111 lbs
Hair: Long, deep red
Eyes: Amber
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Casual – baggy, loose fitting t-shirt and pants, with a pair of old sneakers.
Uniform – A black, lightly armored ensemble with gloves, a jacket, and a mask that covers the bottom half of her face. She also carries a katana, and dyes her hair black to help conceal her identity.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Quiet, aloof, thoughtful, self-blaming, sarcastic, couragious, just, secretly empathetic
Skills/Talents: Karate and aikido black belt, weapons training, parkour, fluent in French and Vietnamese, superior reflexes
Favorites/Likes: Her dog Frank, japanese candies, quiet nights
Most Hated/Dislikes: People who enjoy hurting others
Goals/Ambitions: To help as many people as she can
Strengths: Resourceful, driven, takes no shit
Weaknesses: Brooding, quick to blame herself, stand-offish
Fears: Watching someone die when she could've helped

Additional Notes: Her parents and little brother died in a house robbery gone wrong eight months ago. Now she lives in an apartment by herself with an old one-eyed dog she picked up from the pound named Frank. Never been kissed. Has a day job working at a bookstore.

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Lexa was crash landing in her tiny apartment in moments, agitated energy and frustration making her careless and clumsy. She tumbled to the ground with a grunt, legs tangling in the rumpled bedsheets she didn't account for. Frank the doberman just looked up, accustomed to her sudden appearances and disappearances. Lexa tore at the sheet wrapping around her feet, ripping it away at hurling it against the wall. It landed with an unsatisfying thump. Gritting her teeth, Lexa fisted her hands on the ground and got ready to push herself up –

Only for Frank to lumber over and plop himself down across her lap.

Lexa fell back at the weight across her body, barely catching herself on her elbows. Frank laid his head down on the floor, closing his eyes. The fire burning in Lexa's throat was doused suddenly, her old dog's influence bringing her back. With a tired sigh, she let herself fall back, laying flat on the floor of her apartment.

Stupid stupid she was so stupid. How could she not see it was him? He even used the same damn name. And she'd gotten drinks with him, she'd confided in her, like an idiot and then she'd let him get away. Well. She'd actually been the one to run from him. With a disgusted snort she threw her arms over her face, squeezing her eyes shut.

What a shit day. She'd murdered a guy. She'd failed to murder a different guy.

With a sigh she moved her arms and opened her eyes again. Lexa pushed herself back up onto her elbows and looked down at her dog. Good lord she was tired. She began the process of trying to scoot out from under Frank, scratching his head when he made sounds of displeasure. Eventually she was free. Lexa forced herself to her feet.

One shower later, she was no less tired, but at least she was clean. The cuts on her knuckles were already starting to heal. Lexa spent a long moment standing outside the shower, lost in thought. Then, coming to a decision, she pulled her black outfit from where she'd left it in the dryer. Soon enough Trick stood in her apartment, dyed black hair and all.

This was likely the opposite of what she needed. The city was halfway between hating her and being terrified of her. She was an unstable wreck. She was dangerous.

Trick grabbed her katana from where it leaned against the wall and tied the sheath to her belt. Then she disappeared.

It didn't take long for the sound of sirens to draw her attention as she moved through the city. She came upon a wide semi-circle of officers hiding behind the open doors of their cruisers, guns ready and aimed at some old warehouse. Apprehension built in Trick's chest. He was in there. She knew it. Fighting to keep her pulse low, she silently teleported inside through a foggy window and perched on one of the old rafters. She made her way through the building, following a trail of bodies until she found him. Her hand rested at her sword, her thumb pushing the hilt up at the rest of her fingers curled around the sheath.

Down below, Black Jack killed the man he'd been fighting last night. Another man, suited and poised, watched impassively. The officers outside shouted through a loudspeaker for Black Jack to give himself up. Trick's heart was in her throat, her muscles itching for some sort of release.

In the next moment Trick was behind the man, the edge of her sword pressed tightly against his throat.

Her eyes were sharp as she glared at Black Jack, amber flashing gold with anger. Her threat hung like a solid thing in the air between them: she'd steal his vengeance from him.

Trick honestly didn't know if she was bluffing or not.

While she watched Black Jack, her attention didn't waver from the man she held at sword-point. Her muscles were coiled and still, taught like a bowstring and ready to react. She wouldn't be caught unawares again.

[Assistant]
He stared with eyes wide beneath his mask. How had Trick found him so fast? It had to be the cops outside, they led her here. And now, she was going to take Shirley's life. She was going to take Jack's revenge from him, knowing full well that it was his purpose to kill this man. Trick said not a word, simply looked at Black Jack with a threatening expression. "Don't do this Trick. Don't make me hurt you." Black Jack's tone was dark. "I'll end you before you can scratch him."

"Trick, hm? You mean the vigilante? I heard she killed one of your own. Am I correct, Jack?" Shirley seemed unaffected by the fact that there was as word at his throat. "I don't appreciate you killing one of my experiments young woman." The man's eyes narrowed and his hands balled into fists. "Go ahead and try to kill me, child."

"I'd get out of there if I were you, Trick." Jack grinned but she couldn't see it beneath his mask.

A calm Shirley pushed the sword away from his throat and looked down. Now things would get good. Shirley's muscles began to bulge through his clothes, his hands and feet began to grow, his feet tearing through the leather of his shoes. He began to grow taller and a lot larger in size. A lot like the Incredible Hulk, only without the green. By the time the transformation was over a bulky beast stood in Shirley's place, his clothes mostly torn off but covering his vitals at least. The beast turned on his heels and struck Trick with great force, if she did not dodge she would be thrown back and slam into a wall.

Black Jack stood his ground, spinning his bloodied scimitars in hand, readying himself for the fight. "Ugh, you're ugly either way Shirley, I don't know why you insist on using that form, old man." He snickered, "Well I guess I know why." The young man raised his hand in front of him and gestured with his sword. "Bring it on you ugly ass piece of shit!!"

Shirley bolted toward Jack and swung a mighty, bulging arm at his head. Black Jack ducked with ease. Although more damage was done in Shirley's monstrous form, he wasn't the brightest in this state. Jack thrust his arm forward stabbing Shirley in the stomach. It was but a toothpick to him, doing little damage but still making him bleed. Jack rolled out of the way as the beast attempted to crush his head between his hands. "Ooo so close!" Black Jack joked as he popped up behind Shirley and stabbed him in the back. Shirley roared and turned quickly his hand shot out and grabbed Black Jack by his neck, lifting him off the ground.

"O-Oh you've been practicing I see." Black Jack stuttered, wheezing a little as Shirley joked him. "I DARE you to try and snap my neck. See what happens ass hat."

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Trick was getting really goddamn sick of Black Jack's arrogance. But before she could do more than narrow her eyes, the man she held at sword-point spoke. A freezing chill ran down her back, her hair standing up on her skin. This man… something was wrong with him. She felt tainted, somehow, even being this close to him. She felt like prey.

The man – Shirley – raised a hand and pushed the sword away from his throat, as calmly as you'd please. Trick's eyes widened. Her muscles were tense, straining against him, and he moved her like she was a doll. She could only watch in captivated horror as his body started to contort, muscles bulging and deforming, until he was a terrifying, hulking mask. He turned to her, a smile on his face, and raised his hands.

Trick was gone before the blow came.

She reappeared in the rafters, looking down at the battle. She didn't even know who she wanted to win. Black jack was dangerous and unstable, and she hated his guts, no question. But Shirley… there was something wrong with him. Something dark, and twisted, and sadistic. If Black Jack was a hurricane, Shirley was a meteor. Trick straightened up and sheathed her blade. No matter who won, there would only be destruction here. She needed to get the people outside to safety. In an instant she was gone, out a window and then flashing officers to safety on rooftops a block away, much to their shock and protests once they realized what was going on.

Without losing her momentum, she came back inside to find Shirley holding Black Jack up by the neck. She had to fight to not roll her eyes when she heard Black Jack – of course he'd be giving some bullshit boast.

Trick appeared midair right behind Black Jack, a hand outstretched to grab onto Shirley's. And then all three of them were gone. She teleported them thirty feet up, among the high wooden rafters. Trick was still airborne, releasing Shirley's enormous paw. And then she flashed away, stumbling into a landing on the ground. Sweat was beading on her forehead, her breath starting to come in pants. She'd been using her power more than usual – first with the large amount of police officers, and now with Black Jack and Shirley. Multiple passengers at once was taxing enough, but with how enormous Shirley was… And there was something just… off about him when she tried to teleport him. Like an extra weight, or a magnet holding him in reality, resisting her.

She looked up at him, now, gravity not yet caught up with his unsupported mass. His hand was still curled around Black Jack's throat. But a wooden rafter was piercing clean through the width of his wrist. For a second he hung there, suspended in the air, arm outstretched with a struggling Black Jack captured.

Then gravity finally started to pull him down. His body fell, his arm bending oddly to account for the angle of his wrist. The square shape of the hole made by it refused to let his arm turn with the movement without the wooden corners catching and tearing at the meat and bones in his wrist, and blood shot out from the wound. His arm caught his weight, refusing to let him fall any more, and the rafter began to splinter and buckle from the strain. Trick began to step back, weight on her toes.


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Soul Weapon:
Ignore the stand
Magic Element: Dark
Personality: Damien is very distant, due to the nature of his origins. He tends to stray away from people in general, almost afraid of the idea of friends. He's hesitant to talk except when he needs to, and seems to have a permanent glower on his face.

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Emi Sugihara
"Ugh... that idiot. Hey he's not doing too bad...wait.. What the... Did he just give up? EHHHHHHH?" And that was what went through Emi's head as the fight went on.

She slumped into the back of her seat and sighed. "I don't get that guy..." she muttered softly, feeling exhausted just from watching the fight. Then she remembered something and sat back up straight. "Wait... Do we have to fight next? Jeez..."

Though she had to admit, after watching Hisoka's fight, she was kind of pumped. She wanted to show off a little bit too... maybe... if her opponent didn't kill her first.

[Assistant] Arata laughed as Hisoka was launched into the wall. You deserved that. Too much talk and... well, you're still standing. I'll give you credit. Most may not be breathing after a blow like that. The fight wasn't very long, not that it was expected to be, but it ended abruptly. Hisoka... surrendered? But didn't he want this? Arata noticed Sakura's stance shift slightly, noting her fear. Of what, he wasn't sure. "Odd." Arata said, his thoughts trying to come up with a reason for Sakura's reaction.

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Kireina Tohsaka

Current Theme: If you leave

Kireina had her arms crossed as she watched the fight, trying to detect as much magic power and energy that she could. She could feel the heat that was for sure, but more of it was from the female student, she focused on her mostly. "This fight is as good as one for her, he stands no chance." Kireina said as she stood up from her seat, walking sideways to the exit of the arena. Once she walked outside she looked up at the blue sky, as if she were being embraced by the sky itself. She looked back towards the arena as she heard a massive crash, she calmly sighed as she looked towards the sky one last time. She waited a bit before walking back inside, seeing the both of them pointing their blades to each other, she was somewhat surprised for the 'hero' to have put her into this position.

Then he surrendered, Kireina was wanting to start laughing at his stupid mistake of fighting this girl, he should have just withdrew whenever he had the chance. Kireina stood at the entrance of the arena, crossing her arms in disgust at the sight below her. "How about this." Kireina said to herself as she brought one hand up in front of herself, closing her eyes.

"Change Environment... Ice!" Kireina whispered to herself as the entire arena turned to that of ice, except for the people so that they could see this scenery. There were some ice flowers scattered around the arena, she gave a glare to the rest of the students before walking out of the arena once again.

They should remember that. I will not allow myself to be forgotten.

[Assistant] Aki sat and watched the fight quietly he could feel the energy coming from each of them. It was a strong energy that was full of the need to fight. He was having a tough time not letting this energy control him. As the fight ended he felt a new feeling from the girl in the arena it seemed that of fear but he wasn't sure he would have to be weary that Hisoka guy if that was the case. Though it also made Aki want to learn more about the guy. Then the arena turned to ice. Aki looked around the group of new arrivals one of them could control ice but he didn't know which. Since his plane was late he seemed to have missed the commotion of people finding out each others powers. Looks like he had some catch up to do on all of them. He calmed his mind and used the energy left from the heated battle to project an energy that showed Aki could use his powers to find things out if needed.

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Saturday September 1st 2020 9:03AM Morning

Sakura noticed the arena change to ice as she scowled and raised her hand "Clear Enviroment Change!" She called out as the arena that was once covered in ice was reverted back to normal. Sakura then looked up as she tracked the source of the magic by putting her aura in her eyes "Kireina Tohsaka! Changing the arena when not in the match is against school rules! You wouldn't want to get in trouble on your first day here now?" Sakura said as she turned to face all of the new students "The next match up will be announced at 12 noon and will begin soon after! The opponent will be Crimson Beast Member #2, Saitama Tsukiyama! Please head to your houses and prepare in case you are the chosen fighter! Note you do not have to attend the match if you so choose to!" She called out as she began to make her way out.

[Assistant] "huh, oh it ended" Djura hadn't been paying attention to the match. He realized when the arena was turned to ice and was changed back a moment later and another student was reprimanded for it. After Sakura announced when the next match was meant to be and that they were to go to their houses until then He stood up and looked to Koken "Would you like to walk with me toward our house, or would you prefer we took the bus?" He held out a hand to help her up from her seat. @LizLegend

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While the fight was going on, Damien found himself shaking his head at Hisoka's arrogance. He reached into his pack grabbing that tattered leather binding, deciding to read, though keeping a small eye on the fight, paying attention to the abilities being displayed to gauge any weaknesses. Towards the end of the fight, Damien closed the book, putting it away before looking at the fight again, as the fight stalled with their weapons pointed at each other. He leaned forward in his seat curiously as Hisoka gave up. Raising a brow, he expected it to be a tactic, which would have been smarter than he thought Hisoka was capable of. Not that smart of a tactic, but smart enough. He was disappointed when he see's that Hisoka was serious. Chalk that up to two weaknesses: Arrogance, and lack of tactics.

His attention was diverted, when the arena started to freeze over. He turned towards Kireina with a calculated expression, before retuning his gaze on the arena, almost amused. He hoped the arena didn't change if he was the next person to fight, though he doubted that. He was, after all, an unknown. The teachers probably knew what his ability was, but the students didn't. And, that's how he wanted it. Not to mention even the teachers didn't know anything about him prior to the academy. If they did... that was not something worth thinking about now.

A voice cut the air as the girl Hisoka was fighting changed the arena back, and reprimanded Kireina. Damien mentally shrugged. He should've figured. They probably want the arena to be standard for these particular fights. He continued to listen as it was mentioned that the next fight would be later, and that everyone should prepare just in case. He shook his head, slinging his pack over his shoulder. He certainly wouldn't be preparing. He wouldn't need it. It wasn't the he, himself was arrogant, he just had no plans to use or even reveal his abilities before it became necessary. He would rely on his weapon only. Some might see it as a foolish move, but it paints him in a lower light to everyone. The more people underestimated him, the greater advantage. That and he was used to keeping his power secret, when most normal people feared, or hated him because of his power.

[Assistant]
At first Koken had every interest for where this fight was going to go, but the one thing that makes her lose that interest is a fight lacking action. In other words, a fight with too much talking. Annoyed with that, she pretty much spaced out for the majority of the battle. She would pay a little attention to where there actually was action just for the sake of observing, but her mind would tune out here and there. It would have been easier if the start of the match had a better attention getter; well, if heard right there was probably a little backstory. But most of it was just filled with...egotism. And that was when the interest flew away.

Koken's attention briefly returned to the fight just as it ended, with Hisoka forfeiting. '...Well that's the end of that match then!' Koken thought to herself in a rather cheery-like tone. In all honesty Koken was slightly surprised on Hisoka's forfeit. Only slightly, though. Strategically, it's probably a smart move. Actually, it's a smart move anywhere depending on the situation. It's probably what Koken should have expected, but Hisoka's arrogance blocked that perhaps. Before Koken knew it the arena became covered in ice, some ice flowers around as decorations as well. Probably Kireina's work, for whatever mood she was in. Koken simply blinked at the scenery, as if somewhat unamused. That's honestly not the case however. "...Wow. Nice." Koken managed to say in a half-monotone and half-sarcastic voice before the arena was put back to normal. Only half-sarcastic because it did look a little nice. That and Koken enjoyed feeling a chill every now and then; she might just be realizing this.

Koken's interest started to pique again when Sakura had mentioned there was going to be another fight later that day. The opponent, Saitama, versus to be revealed. Koken couldn't help but at least let a small smirk find its way to her face. Appalling how they're making new students fight when they literally just got there, yes, but-- actually, Koken shouldn't get too excited yet before thinking too much into it. And she knew that. So Koken saved the thinking for later. Meanwhile, everyone was to go to their houses. Looking to Djura who had asked her about her opinon of the method of transport, it took Koken no more than a few short seconds to come up with an answer. "I've no preference," Koken took the hand that Djura held out before standing up. Quite the gentleman, he was. Koken stretched out her arms from where she stood, "Bus, on foot, whatever suits you best."

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Kireina Tohsaka

Current Theme: Lonely Pilgrimage

Kireina took a look around at all of the faces of everybody in the arena, seeing their facial expressions on the sight they were seeing. Before Kireina could say anything, she heard a voice coming towards herself as turned towards it. She kept a normal and ice cold glare on her face as she heard the scolding, but she was annoyed yet again by the heroic duties these people must do. She breathed in before saying one last one thing to the lava hero. "Villains always get into trouble, you heroes are who I despise. Eventually, you will end up like me if you keep that up." Kireina said before she turned away, walking down the street towards her home. She remained having the same contract with Damien, and that was not to talk, or share any of our personal details with each other.

She looked behind her one last time, realizing that she had an ice trail behind where she was. She then clicked her fingers together as she closed her eyes, the ice breaking into small snowflakes and disappearing.

Trust me, you don't want to become a villain.

[Assistant]
Saturday September 1st 2020 9:00AM Morning

Hisoka went up to the stands where Emi was as he placed his hand on her shoulder "Come on we better get to our house. Sakura was nice enough to give us the address on her way out." Hisoka said as he handed Emi a piece of paper with '343 Aragoto Drive' written on it. Hisoka made his way up as Sakiura was walking through the stands giving everyone a piece of paper with their addresses on them. Hisoka was on his way out after giving the address to Emi "Emi seems to be that one person who I can tell the truth to. Hope she see's me in the same way. Aside from that Sakura seem's cool to talk to and i feel like that fight made us closer in a way. Maybe I'll talk to her when we start our first day of classes tomorrow." Hisoka thought to himself. Sakura finished giving everyone their addresses as she began to walk outside the arena into the girls locker room. Sakura got undressed and decided to go into the showers to cool her head after the fight. Thoughts of Hisoka ran through her mind as she pats her face to bring her back to reality. "Why can I not get him out of my mind?" Sakura thought to herself as she blushed brightly "Is it because I think I can help him with that...thing?" She added in her thoughts "Oh what am I saying? He'll forget about me by tonight!" She said out loud. Her eyes widen as she realizes she spoke aloud and flails about in embarrassment "I hope no one heard me before that?" She thought to herself.

[User] "Aye lass, let us walk together then" Djura turned to Sakura as she walked up and handed him the paper with their address on it "go raibh maith agat" he said to her before turning back to Koken and offering his arm. "Shall we?"

[Assistant] Aki stood up from his seat he looked around for his roommate but didn't see her. He shrugged his shoulders and went ahead and left for his room. He didn't want to be the next fighter be he also didn't want to go to the fight unprepared. As he walked Aki thought about how he should prepare. He decided to just stick with meditating. Since that will focus his mind for the battle.

[User] Damien got up from his seat and made his way, quickly detouring to grab the address paper from the girl... Sakura. Taking a quick look, he memorized the address playing it over in his head multiple times to be sure he remembered, he shoved the paper in his pocket before walking toward the street skipping the bus option completely. He preferred walking as it gave him time to think, not to mention he felt comfortable walking the streets, no matter how foreign they were to him. He would get lost, sure, but it would also give him time to see the city. With the next match being at noon, and the time being roughly 8-9ish in the morning, he had no means to tell time other than the sun in the sky, he felt he had enough time to spare from getting lost. It wasn't like he was going to prepare anyway. After all, what did he need to prepare for? If he was the next to fight, which he doubted, he wasn't going to use his abilities unless a teacher forced him to. Summoning and using his dagger would suffice. He thought all of this as he head in a direction he guessed was the correct direction to the house, but as he was taking a stab in the dark, he would have to wait and see.


[System]
Age: 19
Archon of... Lightning (Electricity)
Archon weapon: replenishable metallic coins; thin, heavy metal scales
Appearance: roughly 5'8" in stature, lean muscular build with scars from skirmishes with the other delinquents.

Personality: Chaotic-Good; INFJ; Quiet by nature since word alone gets one killed.

Bio: Born to impoverished blue-collar workers, Vanth lives from a smog ridden, industrial land with an laboring population. As a young child, he understood the purpose of behind the factories and the products they created having been forced to work in some. The products, the factories, the very lives of the working class would all end in the same result: death. Factory accident related death. product related death, death from overworking, death from starvation… it was all he ever saw. Be it in the dark alleys behind the sweatshops, in the assembly lines at his "job", or under the roof he was born beneath, death never truly remained out of sight or mind for long.
Vanth's outlook on the world was pretty dark indeed.
Overtime, he learned the way to survive in this cruel world of his was to pick choose wisely and to always protect those that he cared for and helped him. Take from the rich; give to the poor; no one is guaranteed a tomorrow.

Special gear or equipment: His infiltration kit: lock picking kit, WIP handheld computer, a crowbar.

[User]
This, my boy, is the temple, a place of great importance in your future

Fascinating Jacky mused as he inspected the room. A bead of sweat fell from his forehead on to his shoe, perhaps the rift walk had taken more out of him than he had expected. It was a strange feeling standing in the presence of others from different universes, an unprecedented encounter and scientific phenomena that his universe had not yet reached. He observed the people all around him, all humanoids apparently, even with the man of no eyes and mouth, they seemed to be of similar species. One of the other Archons appeared a bit annoyed she seemed to not find the boy who had greeted them, Ian's explanation as sufficient. Her distress was understandable, it did not make a lot of sense and was a bit hard to believe, but Jacky also had a good feeling that there wasn't much to be done about it. In fact, he was feeling a feeling he had not truly felt in a long time, a sense of direction.

Introduce yourself! Time to make some friends!

They all seemed visibly younger than him and even among inter-universal peers he still stood very tall above them. Perhaps his height was a feature of his planet. His knuckles melted back into a crystal as he stepped forward. With a polite bow he spoke, "I am Jackson, call me Jacky it is nice to meet you all." He slung his violin case over his shoulder and faced the door.

Oh! How well-mannered! Also be sure to tell Lupus I say hello.

"As Mr.Marcus said, perhaps this place holds the answers."

He wasn't one to talk and he had already felt as if he had spoken too much. He did not have a taste for idle conversation and was already ready to learn more about this 'destiny', as it was called by Draco. He began to walk into the temple, before he remembered, he spoke, "Draco sends his regards as well.", and without another word he turned and walked out of the room.

If this truly was what fate had decided for him than he would cling tight and ride along until it brought him to ruin.

[Assistant]
Watching from the point of which she arrived at the temple, Aella listened to this...Maddie, was it? Anyways... She listened to Maddie give her little speech. From the looks of it, most of the people in the room were humanoid at least, though she wasn't sure who or what the grey man was, but hey, who was she to judge. However, Maddie really was getting on her nerves, especially by calling her...Legolas? Who the hell was that anyways?

"Don't make enemies now, Aella," she heard Sagittarius say in her mind, "These are your new comrades. You'll have to be able to work with them."

'I won't', she thought before, sighing. Looking up at the group, she first said to Maddie, "Look I'm not entirely happy with this circumstance either, but lashing out will not help things. Let's just see where this goes. And it would really help your attitude if you called people by their names." She smiled sarcastically, before moving a bit closer. Her silvery-blue eyes glinted with a slight hidden threat behind them, as she didn't like to insulted like she was, "My name's Aella, got it? Not whatever the hell you called me. I suppose some weird Elven stereotype from your universe. We're supposed to be working together for now at least and if you give it the benefit of the doubt, you'll probably find the answers you're looking for. I'm pretty sure everyone in this room is on edge from having to leave their families behind, well, at least I am, and you're just not helping the situation."

Backing away slightly, Aella popped her neck a bit, not really having anything else to say. So far, other than Maddie, she had no real qualms with anyone in the room. However, maybe that would change as they started their training or whatever. Everyone in the room seemed to have some sort of interesting quirk and seemingly came from different backgrounds. Jacky seemed to have the right idea by leaving as she had already watched him do so.

"Way to go, Aella. That was a sure fire way to win them over...And please pass along my regards as well," Sagittarius hissed in her mind, the first time she had heard some sort of emotion in the disembodied voice. 'Sorry but that really pissed me off,' Aella thought to herself, and she finally said out loud, "Sagittarius sends her regards. I'll be taking my leave as well." And with a slight turn on her heel, the silver-haired elf walked towards a different door than the one Jacky disappeared out of.

[User]
Haven

Haven shifted on the ground and rubbed her arm. It was a little sore from the landing. To be honest, it was her first time rifting. Corvus thought she'd done pretty well, so she took the minor injury as nothing special. Her eyes moved about the room, looking up at the ceiling and down at the people around her. The joke she had made seemed to fall short, and she guessed that it was just because people were still getting their bearings.

Other people began to arrive, looking either bewildered, unsure of themselves, or terrified. The different species of people in the room didn't bother Haven at all. She was used to being in mixed-race hotels, clubs, parties, and anything else you could think of. It was just natural. Her interest was spiked when someone walked into the room, looking completely comfortable and at ease. He seemed to know much more than they did.

"Welcome everyone," he said to them. Haven looked him over, wondering which Archon he was and how he had come to be their supposed leader. Corvus was interested in who he was, too. In fact, he wondered about the rest of the people in the room. Can we trust them, Corvus? She asked, listening as Ian introduced himself and spoke about the temple. "Of course, Haven. The Archons are my friends. Well, except for Thanatos. He is someone you do not want to mess with." He told her, ending it in a nonchalant tone. Haven didn't respond to him, ignoring his Captain Obvious attitude.

"I know this is all very strange and new. I don't entirely understand it myself. I'm just hoping Lupus and maybe the spirits of your Archons will be able to clarify what's going on," Ian continued, giving them all an attempt of a smile. She could tell that he was still adjusting to life here at the temple, so she could only guess that he hadn't been here much longer than they had. Ian took his head in his hands and winced, as if he had a headache.  "I forgot to mention... Lupus says hello to all the new Archons and to all the Archons she has known for years."

"Ah, Lupus. Archon of Gravity," Corvus said with a reminiscing tone of voice. Haven watched Ian curiously, knowing that from Corvus's tone, Lupus was a good friend. Gravity, huh? She could practically sense Corvus smiling, no matter how intangible he was. "Lupus was a good friend of mine. Let her know that I say hello." Haven nodded slightly, even though she had no one to nod to but another soul trapped within her.

Haven went to stand, but when the brunette girl started freaking out on him, she decided to just sit still and wait until things were calm and he could actually have a conversation. When the girl turned to look each of them in the eye, Haven found herself locking eyes with her for a second. Haven looked away. She knew that getting angry and yelling about this situation wasn't going to help anything. To be honest, the first night that she'd been conscious with Corvus inside of her mind had been a whirlwind. Corvus had warned her against drinking again, but she'd ignored him and gotten drunk off of her ass. Then she proceeded to yell at Corvus while staring into a mirror so he could see how upset she was about it. It'd been a horrible night, with a rough, hungover morning.

All Haven knew was what Corvus knew. She was the Archon of Time, there was an Archon of Death named Thanatos that became evil and ate the Archon of Light, and they were all gathered here to train and defeat this Archon with a god complex. Aaand, that was basically it.

"I wonder which Archon she is…" Corvus thought. Haven scoffed softly and shrugged. She sighed, wishing she was back in the hotel room, listening to her music on the Bluetooth that she couldn't bring along with her. This was all just a little too stressful right now, and she wasn't even sure if the temple had a bar, or even a wine cooler.

As the too-stressed girl was being confronted by the elvish girl, Haven looked through her bag, taking an inventory of what she had. Did this temple have bedrooms? Bathrooms? She assumed it was, since it was supposed to accommodate for all of the people gathering here. Especially food and water. She let out an anxious huff, setting her bag aside and hugging her knees to her chest. A few people left the room, seemingly as done with this little rendezvous as she was beginning to be. Corvus was paying close attention to who was which Archon. "I encourage you to talk to everyone, eventually. You'll need to get along and know each other well to work as a team." Haven bit her lip, nodding again. I will… For now, she just wanted to relax.

[Assistant]
Eredos lacked the compassion for Gideon to explain to him the rift situation prior. With teeth grit and a tired Gideon pushing himself back to his feet within the temple, Eredos began to explain the situation in a hiss. "You're surrounded by different Archeons. Your goal will become apparent." And in response to spine tingling Eredos, Gideon regained his bearings and walked to the edge of the group. He remembered everyone's face at that moment and the names of the ones who spoke with discrepancy.

Light breathing could be heard through the sound-altering filter within the heavy walls of the corridor, and after Aelia had spoke and left Gideon took his Que to agree with her about first names. "Gideon. Archeon of Darkness."  He removed the mask, the sound of steam hissing released, and his mouth was exposed with dirt lines around its parentheses like a coffee ring on a newly polished table. Piercing blue eyes glanced at each one of the people at the circle in quick succession, testing his own paranoia.

 - Gideon is a brute. He's quick on his feet, and slow to hesitate. He felt it was nessessary to add an element of intimidation towards the others, in order to make himself appear stronger. And through the force of will he forced his shadow to dance underneath him like flames to a curtain. He felt first impressions were important.

He took a step back, and sat, taking slow and calm breaths of the freshest air he'd ever experienced. His cleaver sat in his lap across his chest.
"Hmm. I find pleasure in your distaste for gentle introductions." Eredos seemed to almost chuckle that dozed into a grave sigh.
 Gideon felt strong, confident, and excited to no longer be bound by his unforgiving planet.

EDIT:
He looked to Ian, frowned, and leaned back. He lazily grazed over the rest of the group with his eyes, and spoke. His grave voice trailing within the temple's stone chamber.  "Who's who.?"  he spoke. A pause, and then he pointed sequentially at the remaining faces and the doorways which the others left.

"Ian of Gravity.
Breaker.
Maddie.
Jackson.
Aelia."

He spun his finger lazily to his face, "Gideon". He dropped his finger back into his lap, "I see some strangers still. But whatever." He then clicked his respirator that had lied in his palm back in. And thus, the feint sound of filtered breathing remained. He wore it from force of habit. His eyes trailed down to his cleaver, which rattled softly.

[User]
Vanth, Archon of Lightning

Now this is a party!
Son of a bitch! Traversing into this realm felt like he was being thrashed by several city guardsmen during an unexpected brawl back home. Looks like he wasn't the only one that had that experience with rift walking for the first time. Fortunately, he knew how to deal with the pain of being beat up. Before he started stretching though, another Archon walked out and started a what was essentially a soliloquy… Immediately after Ian's introduction, Virgo began chittering excitedly into his ear about the other Archons and their adventures. Instead of listening and taking note of all that he was explaining, Vanth took a few steps back and leaned up against one of the walls away from the group, his face emotionless, to watch how the other Archons interacted. Each one of these chosen individuals definitely brought something to the table… temple. His instincts took over as he took note of each character's reaction, trying to size them up, while trying to categorize them into different groups. For example, Vanth planned on steering clear of that Maddie chick for the time being since she seemed like trouble after an outburst like that. This Ian guy seemed promising, at least he was seeing this turn of events as a kind of glass-half-full. The pale dude off to the side seemed to be what most were awkwardly staring at.

By now Vanth felt well enough to expend energy to interact with some of his fellow magical gir- pals.


[System]
Age: 23

Magic: Tatsumi has a natural proficiency for Darkness magic, the dangerous nature of the skill perfectly fitting his reckless nature. Despite the risks he relies heavily upon his magic in combat.

Weapon: It is perhaps a stroke of irony, or typecasting, that the first weapon Tatsumi received upon arriving in the World of Wasted Dreams was a katana. He wields the sword as his primary weapon, favoring it greatly over other weapons. When forced to attack from a range Tatsumi does not rely upon conventional weaponry, instead turning to the somewhat dubious magic he wields. Besides his skill with the katana Tatsumi is a skilled martial artist, noted as a practitioner of Muay Thai and Kendo.

Bio: I remember something... it feels so long ago. It's like another life... The Shinai made a harsh thunk as they repeatedly crashed against each other. I can hear that sound so clearly, but everything else feels distant. He knew that the match that happened there was what mattered most to him. Everything else was pointless. Yes... that's what matters. The opponent. The dojo. Nothing else. I remember... wanting a life like that. A life of adventure, where I fought seemingly insurmountable foes... but I won. The thunks sped up, blows of increasing fury meeting each other. But one simple slip up, and it was over. There was no protective gear, was there? Why? After that, everything was fuzzy.

He remembered the blinding white lights of the hospital. Being propelled down the hallway on the gurney. The thumping, throbbing, all-consuming pain in his head. And the blood. The blood was everywhere.

And then Tatsumi woke up. That must've been a dream, nothing about that made sense... Tatsumi wasn't sure where he was, but it felt right. He knew he belonged here.

Personality: Tatsumi is perhaps first noted by those he meets for his sheer amicability. He's very friendly and outgoing, and meets strangers with an unusual eagerness to make friends. He's a natural when it comes to getting along with people, and is bound to make new friends in every locale he visits. He has what could be defined as a 'hero complex', wishing to be seen by those around him as someone strong, someone to admire. He's a paragon of morality, a shameless goody-two-shoes. He's incredibly helpful, willing to lend a hand to those in need, notably a sucker for the 'damsel in distress' stereotype, oft going out of his way to save the girl.

Tatsumi's negative features come in the form of his cocksureness. He's dangerously confident, reckless, and ridiculously cocky. Naturally, this combined with his wont to be a hero leads him to crave adventure and danger. Despite his somewhat 'goofy' attitude Tatsumi is surprisingly bright, perceptive, and calculating. When approaching an enemy clearly out of his league he always endeavors to have a plan to beat the insurmountable odds.

Underneath Tatsumi's shell of cheerfulness even he seems to harbor some sadness: Perhaps some lingering resentment from his time in the world before that of Wasted Dreams...

[User]
"Sure I am"

Jenniver just gave a rather blunt but emotionless answer to Sinthe, though it sounded like there was a hint of pity which came about from her suspicion that he was mostly lying about what happened. Either way it was not the time for such things as a half naked man ran past them all, which was soon followed by Akemi walking up to their group... This town was so strange, and she felt that was a big deal coming from her.

"Yes, we are heading to Paraanon Ravine.I don't have a leash but I will follow you anyway" After answering Akemi's offer she looked towards what seemed to be new people she had not seen before and a rather cute little monkey of some kind "Heh" She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as she saw it, though what was more important right now was the fact that it seemed all but a few were willing to go on this mission. BE it out of boredom, greed or even answers; Paraanon Ravine seemed lioke the best place to start.

Peering over to Tatsumi who promted them to get going which sounded like the best idea. "We are all in agreement then. Let us go and obtain my food money" With that she gestured for Akami to lead the way, after all she had the best route there as she said so she would let the loyal puppy lead for now~

[Assistant]
When Jenniver answered Sinthe, the man got tired of waiting for her answer and went inside to get his boots, when he returned he re took his spot in the group and heard that they were going to move out to the Ravine, he saw that a couple others have arrived to join them, Sinthe looked at the others and some of the people he's seen before including the guy from earlier that threw the gas bomb that was suppose to blind them, he noticed a small monkey with one of the new people and Sinthe just glared at the monkey." I'm Sinthe." He told the others." Akemi you take the lead and show us the way to this ravine."

Sinthe fixed his boot really quickly then stood back up,"I'll guard the back with you." Sinthe pointed to Jenniver."Everyone with a ranged weapon should keep an eye above us when we hit the ravine, the others with only melee weapons should keep their guard up and weapons in hand when we get there, in fact keep them handy at all times." Sinthe spoke like a tactician to everyone almost like he was giving orders to each and everyone one of them."Also that money is going to all of us not just you." Sinthe told Jenniver.

[User]
Akemi's ears were slightly drooped and her tail hanged lifelessly under her mantle when she joined the group of newbie hunters, now with a few extra additions. This reaction wasn't so much an effect of the alcohol in her system as it was from her bad disposition in general. "At the very least, finding something to kill will be better than spending the rest of the day here. Come, let us go." The vixen said with a very annoyed voice.

Once Akemi stepped out of the walls, she let her hood down, revealing the fox ears underneath it for those who haven't gazed at her true form yet "There's a couple things that I should say before we go any further. First, don't get separate from one another, no matter what, in this gloom your eyes won't be able to see very far away, so you'll never find your way once you lose it here. Second, try to not interfere with things around here. Some of you already knows what are the results of trying to be knights in shining armor on the world, so I hope you'll not try to save every person that you hear screaming and dying in the dark, unless you want to join them, of course."

With Akemi guiding them, they would reach the ravine in a few hours, and be able to come back tomorrow at most, that is, if no one does anything stupid on the way to and from. Which Akemi surely was hoping no to happen.

[Assistant] (IGNORE THIS! I MESSED UP!)

[User]
As the Hunters approached the borders of Iredele, the mist that seemed to guard the town from the outside world parted just enough to make visibility clear for the travelers. The surrounding area was just as bleak as the village itself and it didn't seem much was to be commented on given the circumstance.

The World of Wasted Dreams certainly lived up to its name. The twin blue moons hung high above the blackened sky like two ever present eyes watching the progress of all. The sounds of things crawling around in the dark filled the air on all sides though the group had yet to see anything to cause them trouble. Maribel had mentioned monsters and it seemed like the God Hand was just but a glimpse of the horrors contained in this world.

The road was raggedy and barely recognizable as a pathway at all. Broken down shards of what looked like possibly train tracks littered wherever the Hunters stepped and the ground creaked with each step they took. Soon though, the sound of pattering footsteps was heard through the mist, getting louder and louder with each shuffle until a bent over form appeared before the group of Hunters.

A man with tattered clothing reached out blindly in the dark, the wisps of his shirt pulled back by either wind of something else, as if dragging him away from the group. Small mumblings escaped his dry throat before they were easily distinguished as cries of help.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that his eyes had been scratched out with what looked like a knife. A poor beggar, left out to wander and rot within this world, no better off than dead. He was a sad example of this world's apathy and cruelty. He reached towards the group with curious arms, hoping these people could help in a time of need.

For Tatsumi, he would feel something much more sinister in his step. The first effects of his first exposure to the magic of darkness were beginning to creep into his mind. Every corner was filled with light paranoia and it seemed as if the shadows themselves were watching him, specifically an overwhelming force that peered from behind the group.

It was the price for using the magic of the shadows in this world.

[Assistant]
"Don't separate, or you'll never find your way once you lose it."  And so Macey watched Leo gingerly, as he made his way out of the city and into the thick mist beyond.

"And where is he going?" Macey hissed quietly. "He still has a debt!" Leo, probably being the strongest and most experienced of the hunters, would have made an invaluable addition to the hunt. And yet, here he was, travelling into the world of nothing but pain and sorrow by himself.

It's because I'm not strong enough to follow him... she sighed, with her eyes downcast. With any luck, Leo might be heading towards the direction of the Ravine anyway; although, this scenario was unlikely, Macey felt. Well then. I'll show him. I'll bring down a big fat dragon and wear it's skull as a helmet. Then he'll see I'm worth having around!

The scenery outside the city didn't really shock Macey. It looked every bit as miserable as the city itself - if not for the wooden walls, she wouldn't have noticed the difference. Still, the hunting group kept at their long and steady march, and within time she found herself pacing along Mu's side.

"Don't get me wrong. Your Monkey's cute, but don't start thinking we're friends. As far as I'm concerned, we're still strangers."  Shortly after, whilst tripping for the umpteenth time in those past 15 minutes on what seemed to be a heavy metal clamp and the remains of a wooden track of sorts, she carried on,  "Who on earth constructs these things all the way out here anyway? Either there was a time when this place didn't have monsters, or this legendary builder had a massive can of monster repellent. Either way, he need to learn his secrets."

Mid rant, the troupe happened across a ghost like shadow of a man. It even took Macey a few moments to realise he was calling for help.
"try to not interfere with things around here... I hope you'll not try to save every person that you hear screaming and dying in the dark..." Those words of warning rang back in her mind, just as she was about to reach out for the guy. She felt her heart break - before, back in the normal world, she would have helped a man like this in need in a heartbeat. Now, even people who were on the brink of death and desperately in need of help seemed to be a threat. It seemed like everything here happened for a cold and just reason - what if this man was just another child eater?

"What happened to you?" Macey asked coldly, making sure she was further than an arm's length away to distance herself from him.

[User]
Upon exiting the town, things looked ever so gloomy. Everything was just as dark and the only light seemed to be coming from the moon. Mu had opened his umbrella and put it to his back. He felt like something was off about this land, maybe it was because it didn't match his brightness, or maybe it was because there was real evil here, he didn't, but what was clear was that they had left all safety behind and now it was all left on their own skills to stay alive.

Jin was shivering and crawled on top of Mu's head. Even the monkey could feel it. While they walked, he found his self next to Macey. "I get you but being friendly is not a crime." He said to her with a chuckle. "I agree, about the monster repellent, and I'm trying to figure out which monkey you find cute." He looked at her when he said this. The last part kinda slipped out, but it felt right.

Out of no were, a dead looking guy appeared on their path. He was calling for help. The hairs on the back of Mu's neck stood up straight. Jin crawled into his shirt and peeked out. Mu loosened the blade on the umbrella, not enough so that he would be noticed but just enough for a quick draw, he stepped up right behind Macey, ready to fight. "He looks suspicious." Mu said out loud.

[Assistant]
The path the ravine was dark, gloomy, and positively dreadful; Which is to say it was exactly like the rest of the World of Wasted Dreams. Tatsumi began the trip feeling confident. He was ready for adventure, ready to prove himself to the group. But soon that changed, a sense of dread slowly consuming him as they drew closer to Paraanon Ravine. He wasn't sure if it was just an effect of this world or if he was just getting jumpy... or maybe there really was some sort of danger. He began throwing glances over his shoulder, convinced that something very scary was following them. Something overwhelmingly powerful. His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword, ready to draw at any moment. Am I just being paranoid? No one else seems scared...

At least none of the humans in their party were. He cast a glance to Mu and his monkey companion Jin. The monkey was nervous too, to the point of shaking. Animals do have a certain sense for these things. Maybe there is something following us. He heard Macey dismiss the monkey-like man as a stranger. Tatsumi cast her a friendly smile, "No need to be so cold, Macey. I have a feeling we're going to be stuck together for a while, so I think we should all be friends!" He announced enthusiastically. He really was seeking the friendship of the group, even the more aggressive members like Akemi and Sinthe, that was simply Tatsumi's nature.

And then footsteps could be heard advancing towards them from the mist. Tatsumi tensed, preparing to draw his weapon. He had a feeling that vigilance was an incredibly valuable trait out here. However the mist parted to reveal an old man that appeared to be in a very sorry state. His eyes were clearly gone, and although his cries were barely audible it was obvious he needed help. Mu and Macey instantly announced their suspicion of the man, but Tatsumi was foolishly not so cautious. "C'mon, he's just and old man, and he clearly need some help. Are you alright sir?" He said, approaching the man.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

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Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

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She followed them.

She watched as Ben returned a certain gesture to Lauren as he spoke to her, potentially telling her where the item she was looking for was at. Sangue did not know what exactly Lauren looked for, but if she looked for it so frantically, it must have been something important.

But still, it calmed her.

To see them having fun with each other.

Even if she did not know why it was necessarily fun to grab each other, she did not question it. She trusted that she'd naturally learn from her friends.

It was strange.

Long ago, she did not even consider that having friends would be possible.

But here they were, allowing someone as unsociable as her follow them. Help them, if her meager swordsmanship was even considered helpful compared to their loaded weapons and strengths.

Sangue followed them silently, her expression as idle as ever.

Today was a good day, and it certainly seemed like it would continue to be so- as long as she did not serve as a burden to BASL. Now she just needed to learn about why squeezing butts could potentially be some kind of cultural tradition in Vale, considering how much BASL seemed to be doing it.

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Beacon Academy-Vignoble Dorm
Beryl Harken

Beryl's attention was momentarily drawn to her scroll as it buzzed at her. A smile brightened her face as she read Bianca's message. Coffee somewhere would be perfect. It was a bit difficult to have a relaxed conversation with all the parents in their dorm room.

She started typing out an agreement to the plan, only paying attention to the rest of the room with a corner of her mind.

Gratia cursed vehemently followed by the sound of something being caught out of the air.

`Sender: Beryl Harken
Recipient: Group - Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets (Bianca Nuit, Gratia Mindaro, Lucas Schwarz, Jericho Piper)
Message: Sounds great. I need an excuse to get Lasai out of the dorm an`

A sound broke her concentration. It was of such an impossible combination that it couldn't have done anything else.

Happiness?

...

Gratia?

Her eyes flicked up towards the completely impossible sight before her. Gratia was hugging her parents and there was an emotion in her voice besides one of her infinite variations of disgust. More than that she sounded happy.

It turned out that the young Faunus could do a wonderful impression of a statue if given the right motivation. Her mouth would of been hanging open had she been capable of movement.

Lasai glanced back and forth between her adoptive daughter and the happy family across the room before pulling out a beaten up scroll and fiddling with something on it.

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Mindaro Mondays - Galla

"Sure."

Despite the complete lack of emotion or interest in her tone, the short reply from the stoic young girl was one of agreement. She had dropped the notebook her big sister had provided into her bag, hefting it further up onto her shoulder to prevent it from falling. Gratia had tasked her with noting down anything interesting about the hair of the pair of sisters and the brother she had yet to meet. The twitching of the unruly strands were something she didn't particularly care about, but she knew that her sister would be incensed by them if their presence lacked explanation. Big sister was stubborn like that.

If Gratia Mindaro wanted her to record everything, then Galla would unquestioningly do so.

There was no real reason to pry.

"Where are they?" she asked in the same, unchanging tone, hazel eyes turning upon Dawn.

It was a hollow question. Her family would want to know where she had gone. It didn't matter to her, but they would want the information.


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Age: 21

Appearance:

Height: 178 cm or 5'11"

Weight: 82 kg or 180 lbs

Likes: Kind people, video games, cold weather, anime, manga, talking to people, technology, cars, fun activities, girls, cooking, good food, living comfortably, keeping things simple, guns, glasses.

Dislikes: Bad people, boring people, overly deep water, liars, school, unneeded details, cigarettes.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Special Talent:
Kei doesn't have any extraordinary special talent, but what he is good at is video games, cars, and cooking. Aside from those three things he is about as average as a person can get in terms of other talents.

Profession:
To avoid having to work for the rest of his life Kei decided on taking a job that would allow him to both have fun and make tons of money on a day to day basis, as such his profession lies in day trade, whether it be stocks or foreign currency he trades them all and makes a good amount of money doing it. Despite having an honest to good job, every now and again he is an arms dealer that lies within the grey area of legality.

Bio/Personality:
Kei is probably an overly outgoing guy, he was always this way since a young age, he really didn't care who someone was or what kind of person they were as long as they were kind he was able to get along with them with ease. He is a simplistic thinker and hates when things are made overly complicated since there is no real reason for things to become harder than it already is. As such he does his best to simplify every aspect of his life without compromising his interests. While yes he would love to live as a god and not have to worry about bodily functions, but he would not go and get special surgery to get bodily functions removed. A trait that usually goes hand in hand with outgoing, is being kind and helpful. Kei does not lack that trait in any way you can say he is the epitome of a kind and outgoing guy even to a fault. Aside from all that Kei is the type of guy to try and get to know a random stranger in the street and hopefully become friends with said stranger for a lifetime, he cares that deeply for relationships.

Growing up Kei was always intelligent and methodical about everything he did, this carried all through his life even to now. That's one of the reasons he decided to become a day trade and arms dealer. He wanted a life of relative ease and comfort. While he does hate the idea of school he understands that somewhere down the line the diploma and education will benefit him and as such he is putting himself through school something that his parents always struggled to do as they could never afford to get him in, but with Kei coming into a fortune due to day trading and arms dealing, he has no problems affording the tuition costs for school, as such he puts himself through it all. While yes Kei is indeed richer than most people, he does not like to show it off because then he feels he is being a horrible person for doing so.

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*Your age: 20
*Region: United States
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 4-5 years
*How often do you have time to post?: Pretty much everyday unless stated otherwise
*Misc: I do attend university so sometimes the work load from that may cause me to go MIA for a day or two, but I will always give a heads up!

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Sunday Lunch time

 Late Autumn, Sol City

Corona park was a sea of golden leaves and the sun was hanging lower causing the grass than take a slightly golden effect. The bright plants of summer had died back and been replaced by the autumnal tones and crunch of dried leaves on the winding paths in the forest Walk.

In the cities old Harbour the old warehouse apartments brightly stood out in the harbour, brick weathered by decades of harsh weather and paint of there former companies still vaguely viable though many now where trendy apartments and shops..

The weather had begun to turn slowly to winter, nights where drawing in and the sun Sat lower in the sky. Still Sol City was bright, pumpkin spice lattees sold by the thousand in the coffee shops and the bright lights of Centre Point gleamed out visible for miles despite the changing seasons.

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Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Old Harbour, Sunday morning

Waking up as the Autumn sun gleamed off the old Harbour and several boats where deploying sails and starting to head out down river Marinalia was still getting used to the warehouse apartment she had rented just by the Marina. It was prefurnished and pretty generic, a large aged brick walled living room and dining kitchen with cast iron columns dominated by the tall windows was pretty inviting, well if you lived there a while. 2 bedrooms and a en suite master completed the apartment, ideal if her sister decided to visit like she often did, one bathroom only cause endless arguments over showers.

Getting dressed in her normal skirt and finding a pale pink track jacket from the floor, never quite the tidy one in the family as she headed to find tea, it had taken her days to find a decent tea shop in the city. Still athletic from years of swimming, long blonde hair and distinctive grey eyes she was not hard to miss at the pool Marinalia still enjoyed to do a few km on a Sunday morning.

Throwing on a light coat, a shoulder bag and a pair of below the knee boots teamed with a pair of vintage aviator sunglasses, a little extra she found in a market years ago, they fitted her profession flying helicopters for the Daedalus Airlines locally, new contract, new city, rented apartment and a white Landrover Discovery parked on the ground floor, sure it ate a good bite out her salary but it was her one real extravagance.

leaving the Luna Sports Facility

It had been a good swim, 4 km and a smoothie later the bright day outside could finish drying her hair off, it was a too nice day to waste with a hair drier. A few had noticed her figure, and one of the ladies had tutted her boyfriend. Always was a confidence boost to be noticed in a good way. Heading out to the Old Starboard for a snack, a good swim always made he peckish.

The Old Starboard

The bar was quiet, they mainly served food in the Lunch to early afternoon shift, a shopping bag lent against the Bars veranda balistrade from Swan songs, a few records for her father, he always got bored on his long voyages, Watching the sky above Marinalia saw a familiar helicopter fly over and come into landing at Centre Point. With a painted blue and white tail, one of the crew from Finland, he had been with them a few years. Hers was getting a UK flag kindly painted on the tail as the airline allowed the Pilots a small amount of customization on there aircraft.

She had been flying with them for a few weeks, the pay was solid, Daedalus Airlines had offered a nice bonus too as they where short on crews, though now she had been finally assigned a permanent aircraft now she had passed the flight tests and safety checks that always came with a new contract.

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With a hot coffee in hand Kei slowly walked along one of many paved paths within Corona Park. He watched as the golden yellow leaves slowly fell from the various trees around him. This was a part of his everyday daily routine, he had already finished his classes for the day and had nothing else to do but waste time doing whatever he felt like doing. While it seems boring from an outside perspective Kei found it to be one of the most interesting parts of his day. He got to observe all the people around him and take in the beauty of Corona Park. That was simple, and he likes the simple things in life. Taking a sip from his coffee he continued to walk, occasionally stepping on a leaf, hearing it crunch under his weight. It was definitely becoming winter. Upon coming up to a bench he took a seat and let out a heavy sigh.「I'm bored...」He muttered as he placed his coffee down next to him. Despite Kei loving the simple life, he still gets bored like any other person and at this moment, he was bored out of his damn mind. He moved his hands up to his scarf and pulled it up slightly over his mouth and slumped back into the bench. Seeing as he had finished his trades earlier in the morning and there has not been anyone looking for any sort of small arms, he was stuck in a perpetual state of boredom. With his eyes wide open he titled his head back and stared up into the afternoon sky.「Same sky as always, nothing different...」He let out another loud and deep sigh, right after he took a deep breath and stood up. Giving up all hope he grabbed his coffee, slumped his head down, and slogged down the rest of the paved path until he made it to an exit. He was about done for the day and was fully ready to become a hermit in his house for the rest of the day.

Luckily he changed his mind and made a detour along the way home to go and workout for a little while to change up his mood. He downed the rest of his coffee and tossed the empty cup into the trash as he made his way to the Luna Sports Facility. It was quiet a walk but he made it within a reasonable amount of time. After checking in and getting what he needed he changed and immediately went for a swim, despite the cold weather he wanted to jump into the cold water to refresh his body. Within a few laps, he got out from the pool and took himself to the bar to get himself a smoothie. With smoothie in hand he found himself an open seat and plopped himself down. He pulled his phone and began browsing the web as he slowly enjoyed his smoothie.