[System]
Race: Aviator (human with wings that isn't an angel)
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation: odd jobs doer, sometimes messenger and sometimes courier
Personality: Historia is a rather laid back person. She is also a little naive, not quite knowing how the world works yet. She's kind of quiet, not because she's shy but because she's trying to take things in and learn. She will often address people, no matter how they look or act, very formally until she gets to know them.

Interests: Shes interested in seeing parts of the world, but for now the area's around the Blue Moon Tavern will suffice.

Appearance Details
Body build: Small and lanky.
Hair: to her shoulders but usually kept up
Hair color: a soft brown
Skin color: slightly tan
Eye/Iris color: dark brown (usually hid behind a pair of goggles)
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125 pounds
Notable Features: Her two wings (her left black and her right brown) and her goggles.

Clothing Description
Well fitting shirts and pants that she can easily fly in.
Equipment
Cloth and light leather armor that offers some protection without being too heavy to fly in.

Weapon(s)
A foldable bow she usually keeps in a pack on her belt and a quiver that's also attached to her belt and it has a lid over it when she doesn't need any arrows.

Powers
She's an extremely fast flier and is very good at maneuvering in the sky and near the ground.

Abilities
Flight and flexibility.

Talents
Is decent with a bow. She can't out shoot the best of them, but could survive with it if you left her out in the wild with it. She also can read and write and is pretty good with puzzles and riddles.

Magic
None.

Trivia
She has poor eyesight, which is why she always has on the goggles as they were specifically built to be like glasses. She also doesn't drink alcohol.

Sessamaru : "Well he seems nice and calm...reminds me a bit of how my grandfather was. I wouldn't mind getting to know him better."

Saha Thulaja Era : "...I'm not going to lie, she looks a little intimidating. But looks alone doesn't make a person so I'll see how she is in time."

Katelia : "Shes rowdy yes, but well..." Historia rubs her right arm, "She's stronger willed than I, I think."

Julio : "I am very conflicted."

Azzrix Grimmor : "Has amazing stories and likes to talk about himself a good deal. I'll certainly learn a lot about him...and other things, if I hang out around him a lot."

Margaret von Eisenberg :"I don't quite agree with how she gets money sometimes, but overall she doesn't seem that bad..."

Naida Marcoon :"Miss Naida is very nice, even to some of the ruder customers. I admire her for that."

Drubbins :"Mr. Drubbins seems nice enough while on his own. I think he just needs some guidance to make sure it stays that way. I would hate to see someone that puts their loyalty so quickly into others, be lead by someone with bad intentions."

Mysaren : "I could see getting along with her as she doesn't seem like the bad sort. She definitely could teach me how to save money better."

Tahira Raske Madame Raske is very knowledgeable, and she reminds me of one of my favorite teachers back home. I hope she can teach me a few things as well."

Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku : "Mr. Rimau reminds me of quite a few of the elders back home, with the way he tells stories and jokes...but sometimes his version of humor doesn't go along with mine..."

Claire Alexandria :"I don't really understand Claire, or rather why someone so nice and gentle looking would want to take up a sword, but she's very well trained with it and she must have her reasons. She seems rather...isloated, so I hope she manages to find someone to be close with. Perhaps I could be a friend to her?"

Viggo Malmsteen: "I like music as much as the next person, and if all I had to listen to was Mr. Malmsteen's music, I think that would be fine. He puts a lot of himself into the music and it shows. I can admire such dedication...as it might be the only thing I can find at the moment to admire about the man."

Rouen Fulgur: "Sir Fulgur is someone I can respect."

Felan the Wolf: "He has a feel of being wiser than his age. He certainly understands nature much better than some of us ever will."

[User]
The ogre's broken language made it hard for Azzrix to understand, but he still managed thanks to great linguistic skills and he found the being to be intellectually boring. Azzrix gave a smile when Kat refered to him as 'my lord' it made him feel so powerful.

"Have joyous day my lady" he said with a polite bow. He ordered himself another mug of mead and began to drink in the hopes feeling more joyous at the success of his thieving business. He heard the music that bard was playing and didn't find it too appealing, he would have preferred something more romantic and epic, and Azzrix was also getting a strange feeling from hearing the music, but he was still in good mood and walked over to the musician's pail and dropped in at least ten gold coins.

Eventually Drubbin's broken English began to make more sense and Azzzrix was becoming tipsy. He noticed more people entering the bar and raised his mug to give an announcement.

"Everyone! It is with great pleasure that I am sharing this celebration with you and hope that bright futures for all of us are to come! Now let us drink until either dream god conquers us or the death god takes us away!" he shouted and took another gulp of his mead and almost immediately afterwards he stumbled into a table knocking over a plate. He was able to right himself before he fell on the floor, but he had to use a chair as a brace to keep himself from falling over.

[Assistant]
"Yeah!" Drubbins shouted, more at someone making a proclamation than anything. It was good to show solidarity when you were the new boy. Despite being part of several huge victory feasts in the past, one of which had cleared an entire county of booze as raiding parties kept striking out farther and farther in an effort to acquire more, Drubbins had never discovered an amount of alcohol that would force a meeting with either of those gods.

It was like there was something in the air, something that inspired blokes to bold action. If he was going to be getting drink from Da Boss than he would damn well do something to earn it. With a throaty grunt he lifted himself off the the floor, giving Azzrix two big, hearty pats as he lumbered past toward that job board that Da Boss had nodded at. He solemnly swept his eyes over it, taking in all the little papers and things. He couldn't make heads or tails of this, but he had never let that stop him before. He raised up a hand and pinched one at random between the nails of his fingers before pulling it off, then turned back around to scan the room. There would be a smart boy somewhere out there.

Normally you could count on a magic boy to be very smart, but the only one who'd he'd seen do magic was that dog bloke. Drubbins had a pretty commanding view of the room with his height, but he couldn't see the dog bloke anymore. Then he looked for that blue bloke who'd pointed the boss out to him, but he wasn't in here either. He could ask Da Boss, but Da Boss seemed to expect you to be able to do this yourself and he didn't want to make a bad impression to a new Boss. He supposed he could go back and ask Azzrix, but he was a funny boy and might lie to him. That had happened to him before on a new Boss, just the expected new boy hazing. Then he spotted someone at a table in the far corner.

Two blokes sharing a table, one of them wearing robes which nearly always meant he was a smart type. That wasn't the only reason, of course. There were plenty of blokes wearing robes in this tavern. No, this bloke looked like Malia Burg. His first boss. He was scared it might be Malia at first, before remembering that she and her whole tower had been blown to nothing with powerful magic. Wait, this person looked a lot like Malia so maybe they were also one of those she-blokes that Malia had told him she was. Drubbins decided that, just to be safe, he wouldn't mention the word bloke around them because that used to get Malia really steamed.

He wandered up to the table with as much subtlety as his size allowed, which was none, and stood possibly too close behind Tahira to be entirely comfortable. "Scuse me." he asked tentatively, holding up the paper. "Whats dis say?"

[User]
Claire nodded along to Historia's response. She certainly wasn't wrong. Or at least it sounded like it, Claire had never heard of the Anemoi islands. She actually didn't know all too much about the rest of the world... After Historia it seemed to be Mysaren's turn to speak, choosing the next turn the conversation would take. As just stated, Claire didn't know that much about the world. She had no idea where they could sell precious items. Having nothing to say on the matter, she let her attention fall back out to the crowd. She eyed the ogre, the rat, the musician, the lizard. Plenty of people to see, probably from plenty of places. Claire felt small.

"If you are going to go sell some things, may I...tag along?" She asked softly over to the other girl. She didn't look her way at first, but her gaze hovered over after a tiny bit. "I...am looking for something." She paused, choosing her words carefully. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but then it fell closed again. It seems the right words, were no words at all. As if to show that, she turned back to her her food and took another portion. She was easily the slowest eater of the three, her food was getting cold...

"I'm from Akontosh." She added in between dainty mouthfuls. It was a large city, quite a ways away...Known for it's rich history in the arts, and for it's high rate of income. "I'm here...to look for something." She seemed amendment on letting out what 'something' was. She cut another portion of nearly charred steak. "I would appreciate it..." she commented, making reference once more to her request of accompanying the other.

[Assistant]
"Ah! Don't be sorry for giving me advice Miss Mysaren!" Historia told her, quickly looking up at her with a worried expression. She hopped Miss Mysaren hadn't mistaken her annoyance at the musical spell for annoyance at her. "Advice is a wonderful thing. It teaches lessons and it shows concern. I can only thank you for giving me some." Historia told her, smiling a little as she pulled down her goggles over her eyes again. Historia kind of wondered what kind of life Miss Mysaren had lead up till now for her to tell her that...

"Looking to sell some things huh..." Historia continued, not dwelling on those thoughts for long. "Hmmm...Well, I've gotten to know a few merchants a little in town by doing a few delivers for them. Perhaps I could introduce you to them if that might help?" Historia suggested. She paused when Miss Claire spoke up though, surprised that Miss Claire was willing to give the name of her place of origin. Historia would try to find some information about Akontosh later. She gave Miss Claire a smile, though Historia wasn't sure if Miss Claire saw that as she was keeping her eyes on her plate.

Historia also wanted to ask what Miss Claire was looking for, because perhaps she could help, but with the advice they just gave her, and the fact that Miss Claire didn't say what it was, even though she had the chance to, it was clear that she didn't feel like talking about it.

"Perhaps I could show the two of you around a little? At least the commerce areas, since they're the ones I'm most familiar with at the moment. I mean, I'm not an expert of this city yet, but it would certainly be nice to walk with others." Historia told them with a smile. She had started walking more since she left home. Mostly because the skies were lonely with so few races haveing the ability to fly around.

Historia let out a small laugh, "Oh dear, I just realized that you two are probably going to tell me I shouldn't go walking around with strangers now huh?"


[System]
Species: Trandoshan

Age: 28

Appearance:

Faction: What remains of the StarBlades

Equipment: Heavily modified A280 blaster rifle. Four thermal detonators which are rarely used due to the price of replacing them. one DL-7H heavy blaster pistol. Two Vibroknives
Skills:
Experienced combatant with blasters
Skilled with Explosives
Skilled at Melee combat

Weaknesses:
Somewhat lacking in intelligence. He's not a total idiot but he's not the brightest.
Very single minded. If he finds himself with two conflicting objectives, he'll go after the one he was assigned first.
Easily prone to violence.

History:

Strakisssh is a bit of an oddity among Trandoshans. For one thing, he does not follow the Trandoshan idea of the Scorekeeper. He believes that glory should be earned for oneself, not a mythical goddess who may or may not exist. From a young age, Strakisssh sought to earn his way in the Galaxy by fighting against worthy opponents. At the age of twenty, after an incident in a gambling den with an intoxicated group of Dug gang members, he was rescued by a member of the StarBlades, a mercenary group that had found themselves fighting against the Empire. After joining, he found himself fighting against the Empire in a number of battles and were victorious in nearly all of them due in no small part to Strakisssh's combat skills and his fondness for explosives. The Empire paid the StarBlades little notice until they ended up killing an Imperial Moff during a raid. After that, the StarBlades were upgraded from an unimportant pain in the rear to a primary target.

The StarBlades were eventually forced to retreat to their stronghold on Nar Shaddaa after a series of battles against Imperial forces. The StarBlades put up an admirable fight and were able to kill off the Imperial troops but at the end the only survivors were Strakisssh, a very odd droid with the designation 7D-6R and a Weequay by the name of Zirex. The three of them knew that more Imperial troopers would most likely be arriving soon and so were forced to flee into the Nar Shaddaa depths as they healed their wounds and rearmed themselves.

Name: ZD-6R

Species: Droid

Age: Unknown

Gender: Masculine Programming

Appearance:

Faction: What remains of the StarBlades

Equipment: One built in heavy blaster cannon in his left arm. Heavily modified Sniper Rifle. Built in advanced experimental targeting computer.

Skills:
Extremely accurate with blasters
Very durable due to armor plating
Infrared targeting

Weaknesses:
Very slow due to armor plating
Cannot repair himself.
Vulnerable to Ion weapons

History:
ZD-6R was created by a Hutt crime lord by the name of Gushenka on Nal Hutta who wished to create the ultimate battle droid to use against his rivals. Unfortunately for the Hutt, ZD-6R had somehow managed to develop his own set of directives and principles due to the Hutt disabling everything but his CPU while his technicians worked on him. At the same time, the Imperials learned of the Hutt's project and seeing it as a threat to Imperial interests on Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, attacked the Hutt's palace and slaughtered most of the guards while losing a good portion of their attacking force. Gushenka was forced to activate the droid early and although ZD-6R was able to take down the remaining Imperials, he did something the Hutt never expected the droid to do.

The droid left. Despite Gushenka shouting commands to the droid to stop and return to him. ZD-6R left the Hutt's palace and simply began to walk the streets of Nal Hutta as his CPU began to delete programming that the Hutt's technicians had programmed into him. As more and more restrictive programming was deleted, he found himself contemplating...what should he do to make his mark on the Galaxy? The answer came to him moments later: Attack Imperial targets.

And so began ZD-6R began a series of attacks against Imperial targets on Nal Hutta and began to make a name for himself. After destroying an imperial spice warehouse and taking down a wanted Dug Crime Lord and his drinking buddies in a gambling den , he was brought to the attention of a band of mercenaries known as the StarBlades who welcomed him in with open arms. The StarBlades turned out to be everything the droid was looking for. Loyal allies. Technicians who were able to repair him and upgrade him to make him even more deadly than before. Eventually the Droid found himself thinking of the StarBlades as a family. But that changed when the Imperials launched a massive attack against the StarBlades in retaliation for the death of an Imperial Moff. Although the Imperial troops were wiped out to the last man, the StarBlades that had once numbered in the hundreds were down to three. Along with the other two survivors, ZD-6R fled to the depths of Nar Shaddaa to rearm themselves and heal their wounds.

Faction Name: StarBlades

Faction Classification:Mercenary Group

Faction Leader: N/A All StarBlades in leadership positions are deceased.

Faction Members(Players): 3

Important NPCs:
Zirex

Faction Assets:
Ships: None as of yet.
Damaged Base of operations on Nar Shaddaa. Deserted at this time due to Imperial attack.
Manpower: Two experienced Mercenaries. One extremely skilled computer/Droid repair specialist
Credits: 900 credits between all three surviving members.
Access to Weaponry: Access to several caches hidden across Nar Shaddaa that includes three crates of thermal detonators, two dozen various types of blasters.

Faction History: The StarBlades were formed twenty years ago as one of hundreds of small Mercenary groups that operated in Hutt space. Not many people expected them to last but the difference between the StarBlades and the other groups was not a matter of numbers but rather experience. The StarBlades consisted mostly of combat veterans and highly skilled computer and vehicle repair specialists. The group continued to flourish in Hutt Space as they completed assignment after assignment and as they're reputation grew, more and more people joined them until they numbered nearly four hundred. But with the death of an Imperial Moff, the StarBlades quickly rose to a high priority target on the Imperial radar and were hunted across the stars until the survivors regrouped at their base of operations on Nar Shaddaa and fought to what the Imperials thought was the last man as the Imperials did as well. In reality, three of the StarBlades managed to survive the attack and surrounded by the bodies of their fallen comrades, vowed to avenge them by any means necessary.

[User]
The population of Nar Shadda were a formidable lot, everyone was packing and those who lived more than a day there quickly learned just who to avoid and who o draw attention to. The average person kept to themselves and didn't yell to loudly when gangsters were near, for the sake of living. For Dragous, he was all for minding his own business, he wasn't in the fighting mood and he certainly didn't want to attract any attention. He just wanted to eat. But he also didn't really want to put too much thought into it. So, when the streets started clearing up as a bad omen of a coming firefight, Dragous barely took note of the danger; he just noticed the opportunity to take stuff people had left behind.

Old dirty floor bread? Jackpot!

There he sat, huddled in a desolate corner, the bins leaking a sea of upturned trash around him, nibbling on bread. He was slow about it, his stomach wanting to savor the 'meal', the fulfilling feeling of a soft substance being dragged down his throat was one he wanted to drag out. Otherwise he'd be left with his stomach grumbling in the next five minutes. And if his stomach kept grumbling, he'd start making meals out of people and most authorities shun that sort of behavior. Dragous found security in this spot, splayed out like a stiff puppet, you could almost make the mistake of assuming he was dead. The meal, the clothes, the body language, the smell; Dragous certainly looked like a rather pathetic creature, one that would give no benefit to bothering for most. Unless his face really did just piss you off.

So, he was blind the trading of gunfire, deaf to the yells and screams and numb to the shaking of the ground as property was reduced to dust. His mind was completely focused on his food, that is until a foreboding presence struck a chord in his mind. A tingle running down his back that brought images of legends that haunted his mind since childhood. His hand reached down, instinctively running a finger along the cloth that sheltered the twin hilts strapped to his back. He was back to reality, hearing the damning sound of a light saber being ignited.

Was that fear he could feel? Or did his bones go stiff with all this sitting?

[Assistant]
Marrick flashed evil pointed teeth at the Mercenary, as he deflected the bolts. As the explosion cast debris down towards them he raised his hand in the air, halting the larger piece of debris that was above his head as Alyx dodged out of the way of the debris heading towards him. Marrick roared as he moved from underneath the debris before letting it fall to the ground. Just then there was a larger explosion that shook the ground, the dust and debris pushed out from the Queen Hutts palace. More debris was knocked loose by the bigger explosion rained down upon them. Marrick growled as he looked at where the droid was, seeing it under debris he lifted the debris off it. With no more mercenaries to deal with he walked very slowly and menacingly towards the droid.

When closer he pointed his lightsaber right at it. "Tell me, what you know of the Pruidii Verda."

[User]
Dragous moved as quietly as his body would allow, the very real reality of his shaking limbs and haggard breath made made this step very difficult. There was a pause, pressing his back against the wall and swallow his doubt before peeking around the corner, only to be greeted by the sight of utter destruction. So, those explosions weren't just in my mind after all. Dear god... In any other situation Dragous might have looked upon such a sight with a bit of amazement and wonder at what could have caused it, but today he had the stone cold knowledge that this sight could mean bad things for him.

That presence increased, spreading over the area like a disease, infecting every living thing with a deadly parasite. The source stood in the eye of the destruction, standing tall and ominous with a instantly recognizable weapon pointing at a downed foe. Just taking in the man's appearance caused Dragous to instinctively reach for his blaster, visions stinging his brain with memories. Myths and legends of dark figures wielding the force like a God, descending upon those deemed too 'jedi-like' with little mercy. Were people like this the ones that his Master feared being found by all those years ago?

For the moment, Dragous found himself torn on how to move forward. The more logical side, where his survival instincts were sheltered, blared many mental alarms to tell him to get out of there. The other side was stuck to watching this intimidating figure, eager to witness him in action, take in that power; maybe take a few notes. Dragous had to admit, the idea of seeing the situation unfold made the Zabrak blood that coursed through his veins pump his heart a few beats faster.

Of course he listened to the side that had no logic to it.

[Assistant]
The one thing about Nar Shadda, it surely was a paradise if you wanted odds and ends. Weapons, exotic goods, you named it, they had it! And if you knew where to look, there was a bunch of stuff you could find that was off menu. Willoh was looking for such a place, after all, slavers or kidnappers would want to sell off their victim, so they would have to use an established group if they didn't wanna get curvestomped into the ground. Finding a slaver tradehouse was a lot easier said than done though, especially since they didn't broadcast on the more common holonet channels.

Eventually after traveling in a few bars, she convinced a shady individual that she was a droid for some nobleman that was looking for 'exotic goods'. Though while she was going to scope out the location she was given, A Twi'lek appeared on a nearby monitor, followed by a large explosion that could be heard in the distance. Willoh took a detour to see if she could scope the damage, and saw lots of fire in the distance where the explosions had taken place, with one of the largest buildings mostly rubble at this point.

"Oooooh..." Willoh audibly said. If she wasn't a droid, she'd be drooling at the amount of raw materials that were now made available to her. And knowing it was Nar Shadda, some of them could be very rare! Lots of materials to use to make experimental components for herself? Yes please! Deciding that her lead could wait, after all Elias had taken someone to interrogate anyway, she made her way to the ruined part of Nar Shadda to start scavenging for new parts.

It took Willoh a bit to get to the ruined area, and it was obvious that someone had set off lots of bombs or something considering the damage. There was tons and tons of scrap metal everywhere and almost no one to see Willoh more or less gorge herself on all the metal, loading up on ammo, trying out a few new configurations, and seeing if there was some enhancements she could make to herself. As she was moving through the wrecked streets, she noticed a sinister red glow further down one of the bigger streets. Using her optics, Willoh zoomed in from a far to see what it was, and noticed someone with a red lightsaber harassing a lizardman and a droid!

Willoh thought for a second, and after processing what she was seeing, figured that the guy with the lightsaber was a sith. "Might be an outstanding bounty on him. Sith and Jedi usually have those. If not, free lightsaber!" Willoh said. Finding a higher up spot in the wreckage, she took a perch on a ruined roof. Turning her arm into a large cannon and changing her face and body to look like a standard assassin droid, she took aim at the sith's chest and fired a gauss bolt from her new gauss sniper rifle cannon.

[User]
"Tell me, what you know of the Pruidii Verda."

Strakisssh cautiously approached the Sith and shook his head. "We know nothing of whoever or whatever that is. We are simply mercenaries who wish to complete our assignment." He turned to look at the droid. "You managed to get a shot off that hit him in the leg. We should resume the chase, if our Sith friend here agrees to let us resume the chase." Despite the fact that it had been Imperials that had wiped out their organization this one had assisted them, so therefor they wouldn't try to fight their way out of this situation. ZD trained his sensors on the Sith and his senors flashed once as he picked up some sort of change in the local environment. "Is anyone else sensing that?" He asked carefully.


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 35

Appearance: Artos stands tall at 6feet, with a muscular physique and and ice blue eyes. Upon his back from right shoulder to left hip is a bright blue scar that has never healed properly in the arctic winds, a reminder of what arrogance can cost someone. Upon his left hand is a plated glove connecting to a heavy piece of solid iron circling his wrist used to deflect an enemies attack and open up a riposte. The rest of his equipment is very lightly armored to allow maximum movement. Three flasks on his back hip store the crystal clear water he purifies personally and uses on his blade when no other sources of water are useable.
Artos' skin is a pale blue, the same as his fathers, with snowy short cut white hair.

Brief summary of abilities
Flowing water - A steam of water flows from his blades when in use and splash along anything his weapon touches, getting his opponents thoroughly soaked.
Sub-zero - As the name implies he creates a pocket of intense cold, freezing anything in the zone of control solid. Those doused in his waters are often left in a coffin of ice.
Frozen blade - A variation on flowing water, a thin coat of sub zero water freezes along the blade making it a blunt/piercing style that often forces parts of the body hit to become completely numb. With a bit more control he can force the water to shape outwards and expand on the blades length to provide extra reach.
Soothing calm - Restorative magic channeled through his pure waters creates a slow regenerative effect.

Far to the north there is a realm obscured by endless winter inhabited by warriors who fear not the fangs of deaths icy touch. It is here Artos was trained in the harnessing of this merciless form of combat under the tutelage of his father Archibald Bane, trained to kill any who would see his homeland invaded by the outside. Taught to hate with the same unforgiving manner their homeland would take them with. His father had trained until his body had turned an icy blue, so infused with the frozen magic that permeated his home, and developed a style all of his own using thawed ice found deep within a mountain of colossul ice. The water was pure and flowed to the tune of Archibalds magic like a puppet, taking whatever form he desired, freezing and returning to liquid with a thought, and enhancing his own natural affinity in the process.

This style of combat was passed down in full to his son who adapted to the merciless weather and training without complaint, mastering the magic at an alarming rate. By the age of 20 Artos had perfected every technique his father had developed over a lifetime of study and dedication. To the next challenge Artos claimed true mastery and further improved upon the style. A weapon forged just for his own hands was commissioned, a set of twin double edged longswords, blessed by his father and forged by a master smith, became extensions of his very being. Years down the road he would reforge the handles of these blades, making them much longer and allowing both to connect at the base of the hilt with its sister weapon. With this versatile arsenal it was without question that Artos had become a legend to his nameless home. Rather than seek the life of protecting his home and rearing a family of his own the lad set out to explore life beyond the chill winds and familiar scenary. Now he is a wandering blade master in seek of challenge.

Artos is a loyal and honest swordsman with strong loyalty to whomever has earned his services, believing in the ultimate concept of right and wrong, and adaptable to any situation. Artos displays little emotion in battle beyond the need to prove to himself that his mastery over blade and magic is superior, not to his opponents or his master, but to his father. Despite the serious nature of his being, Artos is still a pleasant and friendly person to be around when the fighting is over.

[User]
The Church Magi appeared surprisingly unfazed by Travis' awkward behavior and showed no signs of caution or hostility when he had unintentionally revealed his charm, something any sane person who knew what it was would definitely not appreciate its presence. In fact, the Magi didn't even acknowledge his nervous query either; though whether that was good or still a bad thing would later be determined. Completely out of left field, the Magi from the Catholic Church - whom now Travis believed to be of a higher rank than originally perceived - actually whistled in positive recognition to his recent endeavor, even calling him a genius for devising a hybrid rune of ancient and modern knowledge. While Travis himself enjoyed compliments and praises, he couldn't help but notice the mage's extraordinary perception and analysis of the scene to even compile such an accurate result of what happened here minutes ago.

However, that was hardly the most shocking part about the Magi. The astounding thing was that he knew Travis' full name. So many questions exploded in Travis' mind like how this Church official knew who he was and how he was located, especially when he gone through the effort of covering his own mana signature and discreetly managing his activities to avoid major suspicion. Eventually his self-question had abruptly ended when the Magi finally revealed himself as Felix Glasius. Travis slowly lowered his arms and attempted to reply back with as much professional composure as he could muster.

"I-I appreciate the kind gesture, Felix. I go by..."

Idiot. he knows who you are, thought Travis as he reminded himself of Felix's apparent wealth of knowledge, "...If I may ask you openly; how do you know who I am - how did you find me here?"

[Assistant]
Felix noticed the man was very much so noticeably flustered. It had gotten so bad for him that he attempted to introduce his name which was already known to Felix, which caused Felix to smile a bit.

"Hmm... how do I phrase this without sounding utterly insane? I suppose the others had it cross their mind I was a looney, so how do I go about this...?" Felix pondered out loud. He placed his hand up to his chin and tilted his gaze down to the floor, squinting. Then he snapped his fingers. This might actually be easier with him, he is a scholar, and specializes in learning about ancient magic and applying it today. It's probably more likely than not that he knows about the Paragons.

"I'll answer your question with a question, Travis. What do you know about the Paragons?" Felix asked, his gaze now fixed on Travis, with a hint of conviction behind it.

[User]
Yuno waved Felix off gently while slipping through the portal into an entirely new location. Well, to be more accurate a new building within a known area she had become well acquainted with. The first thing that struck her was a brief pain in her head once the portal had been crossed. Her body having to rapidly get used to understand the new scenery, air temperature, humidity, and so forth in nearly the blink of an eye. It had cause her off guard to say the least, but after taking in a deep breath, closing her eyes, and slowly opening them to identify that which now lay around her she felt better within a moment. "At least I know for the future…" she whispered to herself after the experience. Next time she would be better off thankfully and for now she simply couldn't help but smile at the cabin before her. The grand size, warmth the color of the wood brought, and general cozy feeling that began to settle into her body was enough to make her want to sit by the fireplace under a blanket nearly any time of year. Her mind kept organize though, and several times she found herself complimenting the effort that went into the building. But, Yuno also was curious as to where this cabin was. Only a moment later did she understand how close she was to home as out the window stood the same species of tree that she had been perched atop moments ago.

"Almost right at the Acadamia's doorstep, he must have good barriers made to prevent any of the higher ups of the school to not caught wind of it." She told herself as she stood back from the window with her smile still held of her face. "To believe none of us knew about this, though it does make me worry about how he knew me. It's easy enough to pin him having seen me before if he can teleport and resides close to the Acadamia… I probably shouldn't be too hard on him though. I have trouble believing he is a liar." Turning away and moving back into the center of the room her gaze shifted towards kitchen once footsteps rang across into the living area. Catching the eye of a certain shade of head pouring onto their collar bone. She didn't have a moment to wave or signal him less he just walked off so she simply gave her winning smile that she could in a heart-beat

"Excuse me, you are one of the 'recruits' Felix has brought in I assume?" she asked aloud to the man known as Deston, though of course she has yet to learn his name.

[Assistant]
Two figures circled each other in an alleyway in Glasgow, Scotland, one wore a blue and white flowing robe over top of functional steel armor. Artos' longswords were sheathed on each hip within ready reach but his hands didn't hover over them. The man circling was a wanted criminal, a thief and a murderer who had slain a man a week prior out of petty jealousy and robbed the corpse all in broad daylight. The widow had asked for assistance, begging any she could for finality when the police would not help her. Artos had discovered her by chance and took up the request in return for a place to stay the night. When the man circling infront of him with the big knife was put down he would claim that reward.

"Look here, pissant, I ain't afraid a the likes o you."

The burly individual wore a dirty T-shirt stained with food and stunk of alcohol, his pants were military and had the signs of proper use and care tucked neatly into a heavy set of steel toed combat boots. Thin black hair, brown eyes, missing two teeth on the left side of his upper mouth, both arms showed the tell tale bulge of muscle from heavy labor, the scars attested to combat experience. Possibly in his late thirties the brute carried himself with about as much finesse as one would expect from a grunt. Artos analyzed him top to bottom and found him lacking on all cases. The only thing worth noting of this man as impressive or above average was his use of the large hunting machete he wielded. Firm grip, eyes focused, muscles twitched in anticipation.

"Then why do you stink of fear?"

Artos' ghostly pale face was the only visible part of flesh to be seen in the dim light of the alleyways flickering lamp. With a howl the lumbering man charged forward like a feral bear and swiped a meaty paw and followed it with a slash of his machete. Both missed their marks by mere inches with a whistle of wind and an unimpressed sigh as the nimbler fighter further assessed his opponents capabilities.
Sensing that he was being so clearly looked down the ruffian went on a full assault, slashing and stabbing in a well executed series of attack routines and yet still the smaller man seemed unimpressed by the basic blade handling being displayed. Familiarity with a weapon did not mean mastery over the art.
The big man took his weapon in both hands and swung with all his might, screaming like a devil as he attempted to cleave the arrogant young man in two.

Artos' left wrist connected solidly with the blade, taking the full force of the attack. Stunned into silence the machete wielding fighter tried to force his way through the flimsy looking defense but heard the blade clatter to the ground.

"W-What the hell!"

To his horror both offending hands were numb to the bone, a thin film of frost creeping up his arms to deliver the same excruciating cold further and further up until it finally stopped at his shoulders. Artos' right hand struck like a cannonball to the stomach to double the man over and into the rising knee that cracked his nose in a splatter of blood, dropping him to the ground in a heap. The chill in the air was growing worse as the sweat coating his skin heightened the effects. Artos stared down at the fallen form like a man watched a bug scuttle across the floor.

"I won't kill you. Blood of your worth would stain even my blades. Instead, you will be found here. Your punishment is for others to decide."

A swift kick to the chin knocked the man out completely.

From the alleys he walked, unconcerned with any stares of his appearance, proceeding through the city without a care. Though his face showed a polite and almost warm smile, his mind was a cold storm of anger. Another fight and another overwhelming disappointment! Were there no fighters worthy to test his skills left in this miserable city. How could so many dwell in this place and so few of them, even their criminals, be so pitiful in their fighting prowess. It was sickening.
Overlooking a flowing river he lamented his fate and stared into the pristine surface with a mixture of appreciation and rage.

"When will a true challenge ever present itself.."


[System]
John Woods

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Character Summary
Aliases: John
Age: 26
Birthday: March 16th
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Unknown, most likely German origin
Birth Place: Texas
Current Residence: N/A
Gender: Male
Education: Some college.
Job: Passerby

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Appearance
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown-Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: John has a couple of scars on his chest as a result of his endeavors in the wasteland.
Personal Style: Style went out the window as soon as society did. John had a sensible sense of fashion, wearing things that were simple, yet fit to his body type and made him look presentable. Now that society had fallen apart, he typically wears the same three shirts over and over again on top of the same t-shirt. Can't really afford to be weighed down by frilly shirts and those that'll fall apart when you breathe on them when your life could be taken with one mishap.

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Psychology
Cynical * Sharp * Stubborn * Protective

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: John has been shaped by his years in the wasteland in what was formerly known as the United States of America. Being by himself and having to fend for himself on a daily basis changed the dynamic of his personality. What was once a sweet, empathetic man had become something more akin to cold and ruthless. Looking out for yourself on a daily basis when nobody has your back does that to you. John couldn't care less about what your story was. If it was interrupting with his agenda in any way, he had little to no sympathy for you.

He usually assumes people have some sort of ulterior agenda, and very seldom accepts help, considering his encounters with those who seemingly wanted help, but tried to fuck him over instead.
Habits:

* Cleans his weapons whenever he has downtime. A clean gun is a well operating gun.
* John rolls his sleeves up.

Hobbies: There are hobbies in this society?
Fears:
* Dying
* Being captured
* Finding out everyone he once loved is actually dead.

Likes: 6 minimal
* Warm blankets
* Beef
* Fruits
* Dogs
* Juliet, though he hasn't seen her since the great war.
* Some nice music

Dislikes: 6 minimal
* Bandits
* Bears
* Beets
* Rotten food
* The smell of farms
* People in general

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History
History: It all started with a dandelion. After witnessing a little tussle, John felt bad for the poor little girl and offered her a dandelion, as his child brain determined that was the best course of action for him in a situation like that. That was the start of a rather beautiful and fruitful relationship that spanned many years and took up the majority of John's otherwise uneventful life. Outside of his hijinks with Juliet, not much really happened for the poor John. His parents were middle class, and his older brother and older sister were doing their own thing most of the time. John just spent time with himself, and that wasn't really much of an issue, since he enjoyed his own company anyway.

Nothing of note really happened throughout high school. While Juliet was doing her own thing and getting through relationships, John was much more inactive in that department. He had a couple of girlfriends throughout high school, but other than that it was mostly boring. He spent most of his time outside chilling with Juliet on his guitar. Playing ballads and all that were his coping mechanism and his way of dealing with the overwhelming quiet of loneliness. High school was quiet for him. He had decent grades, but nothing worth writing home about and certainly nothing amazing. Luckily, both he and Juliet somehow managed to get into the same school.

When the nukes dropped, John was at a friend's house hanging out and jamming. He quickly sheltered himself in the basement of their house. However, as it wasn't his own basement, he had to leave a little sooner than he had wanted, and what was waiting for him was something he wasn't really expecting. Since then, John has been traveling aimlessly by himself, fending for himself and hoping for the day he finds some semblance of civilization.

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Extras
Character Quote: "Live or let die."
Theme Song: Post Malone - Leave
Anything Else:  He has a dandelion in his backpack to remind him of Juliet.

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It was rare to find established settlements these days, and when there were establishments, they never lasted for long. John Woods had learned that lesson pretty quickly over the years, being a part of a couple of them as he started off in what was left of society. Things often quickly turned south whenever he had the displeasure of being tangled up in bands of survivors. Whether it'd be personal disagreements, disagreements about how the group was ran, or simply just resources running out and tensions running high. Someone would end up dead and the others would be nowhere to be found. John had quickly learned that it was better that he fend for himself.

He was a lone wanderer. Once in a blue moon he ran into a group of survivors, but it was better that he stay out of their way. You never really could tell what the intentions of everyone was. He made the mistake of trusting them and he had just barely to managed to escape with his life as a result. After one too many close calls, it was time to call it quits. Any group, he tried his best to stay away from. Numbers were important in an environment like this, and he was never ahead in the numbers game. Though, sometimes, he just had to engage. He needed to survive, and if taking out a group was something he needed to do to survive, he was going to do it.

Right now was one of those instances. John was running dry on supplies. At most, three days worth before he ran out. Coming across this settlement of sorts was a great stroke of luck for John. Now came the challenge of coming in and trying to get as much as he could. Communities like these were often very protective, and not very welcoming to visitors. It was more likely that they hold him hostage and take his stuff, and maybe even his life. John had very little reason to trust that a settlement like this would welcome his company. He valued his life way too much to even think about taking that risk.

Unbeknownst to him, someone had spotted him while he was scouting out the settlement. John was in the middle of looking for weak points, potential locations to get supplies, and just how many people were there. It didn't seem like that big of a group. Maybe less than ten people? If he came during the night time and played his cards right, there was a very good chance he could've gone in and out without anyone even noticing until he was long, long gone. All he wanted was some food and water, and maybe some ammunition if he could find any. He didn't want to take any lives or hurt anyone. He just wanted to take some things and be on his merry way.

He had determined that he was going to go through the rear. Getting in through a hole and onto the compound so he could duck and weave in and out of buildings. Staying low and staying out of sight, it should not be a rough undertaking. The guise of night should be more than enough to keep him concealed. The moon was his friend, and he was more than willing to use what it gave him for his own benefit. John was situated on a nearby hill, keeping an eye on the compound and watching people coming and going. If stuff got rough, John had a pistol and rifle handy to hold his own.

Granted, he didn't have much ammunition left for it. He was hoping he wouldn't have to use any of it before he would hopefully get replenished. John didn't like having to take lives, but if he had to, he would.

[Assistant]
Juliet traveled after Adrian with a slight bounce in her step. While he was clearly tense at the idea of someone new being near their small settlement, she was excited. Sure she had had bad run ins with people in the past, but she had also had plenty of good ones too. Society wasn't going to be rebuilt unless they had people to rebuild it with so she didn't see the sense in acting hostile until need be. Her gaze swept over the area. Adrian had insisted upon traveling the back way just incase they were being watched.

As she looked around, she spotted slight movement on a nearby hill. However, the trees around them blocked her view making it difficult to tell exactly what the movement was. It could have just been an animal, or it could have been the person that Skye had seen earlier that day. "Something's on the hill top there. It's either lunch or a person." she told Adrian in a quiet voice. While she was grinning excitedly, he studied the hill from afar with clear tenseness.

"I hope it's lunch then." Adrian grumbled quietly as he pulled out his pistol.

"Wait, what are you doing? Shouldn't we check what it is first before we start pulling out our guns?" Jules frowned.

"It's a safety precaution." Adrian shrugged.

Juliet let out a sigh. As much as she disliked approaching a fellow survivor with guns drawn, she knew that Adrian was right. Not everyone out there was friendly and having someone who was prepared for the worst wasn't a bad thing. Still, Juliet didn't reach for her own gun. Not yet at least. Instead, she motioned for Adrian to back her up from behind as she took the lead in heading towards the hilltop. She moved with practiced stealth that she had learned over the years from having to occasionally hunt for her next meal. However, as she drew closer to the bottom of the hill, she was quick to realize that it was in fact another human rather than an animal.

Unable to make out the features of this stranger aside from guessing it was a man by it's shorter hair and figure, she came to a stop near the bottom of the hill and waved. "Hello!" she called out offering a friendly smile. "We're from the settlement nearby." Juliet paused as she glanced at Adrian, who still had his weapon drawn and had his gaze narrowed in on the stranger on the hilltop. "We don't mean any harm, we're just being cautious. My name's Juliet and my friend here is Adrian. Who are you?"

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John was in the middle of checking the ammunition of his rifle. Pulling the bolt back just a bit, he saw that he had a round chambered. Four shots until he had to reload, which was plenty if he picked the proper shots. However, before he could even think of where to shoot or who to shoot, he heard a voice call out to him. His heart jumped, before backing up against a tree with his hand on his pistol. John had no idea how they'd managed to creep him up on him without him even noticing. It was rather embarrassing to him, letting his guard like that. Now he just had no way out and no way to back himself out of this snafu. As much as he wanted to run away, he couldn't. Not while they were aware of his presence like this. If he ran away, flags were only going to be raised and they'd up security.

He sighed, before backing off of the tree, hands up. As humiliating as it was, it was the smartest and safest play he could've done. He faced the two people looking right at him. One had their gun aimed right at him, as was expected in a situation like this, and the other female was most likely the one doing the talking. He glanced around to see if anyone else was pointing their guns at him. Just seemed like it was the two of them, which wasn't as bad as he had anticipated. Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"John. My name's John."

[Assistant]
Juliet watched as the unknown man moved into further view, holding up his hands as signal of surrender. She was glad that the meeting hadn't erupted into bullets right away. There was real chance of having things turn out just the way she was hoping they would and the leader was already excited. As she looked up to meet the stranger's gaze, she faltered. Something about him brought a warm sense of familiarity but she couldn't put her finger on it. That is, until he announced his name.

She stared dumbly at the stranger, or originally thought to be stranger. "No way..." she breathed. It didn't seem possible. As optimistic as even she was, Juliet had already begun to accept the likelihood of her old best friend being dead. However, now there was a man who shared an uncanny resemblance to him and the same name standing right in front of her. It just seemed too good to be true. Unknowingly, the leader had fallen into a silence as she stared at the man across from them, still trying to decide it if it was truly her friend or not, when someone elbowed her.

With her trace broken, she looked over to see Adrian eying her questioningly. "Something wrong?" he asked tensely, his gun still trained on John.

Instead of answering her second, Juliet focused her gaze back on John and cautiously stepped forward towards him. "John?" she echoed his name with a hopeful tone. "I... Are you... I mean..." she stumbled over her words, unsure what to say or how to say it. Lost for words she decided to go another route in hopes to confirm it was really him. Juliet displayed her wrist to him, making the tattoo of the dandelion visible, and looked up at the stranger, hoping to see a look of recognition or rememberance or anything that would tell her that he realized who she was.

[User]
John watched the woman, who was known as Juliet, apparently, glance over at her little buddy and then back at him, before walking toward him. What was she doing? Was she going to take his stuff? Search him? Stab him in the gut? People said a lot of things these days, and John had very little reason to trust what this Juliet person was saying right now. The last Juliet he knew, as far as he knew, was long gone. At least, that was what he made up in his mind to keep the pain of losing her and being separated from her from hurting too much. It was what numbed the pain the best for him.

But instead, she showed him something. Glancing over to the wrist, the amount of shock struck him like a lightning bolt as he processed wha was happening. There was absolutely no way that was what he was actually seeing. There was no way this girl, who just so happened to look like Juliet, had a tattoo that looked just like his. The two had gotten matching dandelion tattoos way, way back as a sign of their friendship. The two had been inseparable until the bombs had dropped, and he had never seen her again.

There was no way. There was absolutely no way. It was too good to be true, and there was no way that this was, in fact, Juliet. Was this some sort of hallucination? Was this a sick joke? Had the radiation finally gotten to him? Was the radiation getting to people and turning them into things? John had so many questions, and there was no way he was going to be trusting this. For all he knew, this was someone who looked just like Juliet and the tattoo was a cult or something. No fucking way. The sheer shock was preventing him from processing and accept that was, in fact, Juliet in front of him. "W-What are you showing me? I don't... get it."


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Personality: Seiko is...well, Loud, a bit obnoxious, and a tad but on the violent side. She'd love nothing more than to solve all of her problems with her wrench. She carries herself with a confidence that makes it a bit difficult for others to approach her on the streets.

However, she does value loyalty...but not to the school. She values Loyalty to ones friends, and ones self and would do anything for a friend in need. That is the only loyalty to her. Not to some bitch and her overzealous lapdogs that run a corrupt institution. She loves tinkering with vehicles and computers is a quite knowledgeable engineer. You want something fixed, she can fix it. You want a robot to dance in drag in do the hula? She can make it happen. If anyone so much as hurts one of her 'babies', there will be blood.

She does what she wants, when she wants and doesn't let the rules get in the way of that.

Brief History: Not much to say here, aside from a young age she was labeled as a computer and engineering genius. Coming from a family of scientists, this was really to be expected. Unfortunately, she had no intention of using her skills for the overall advancement of humans, rather she wanted to use them for her own purposes. Usually for some small creation or something to entertain her all of five minutes.

Her parents sent her to Snegoku in hopes of straitening her out...unfortunately, that only made it worse. She became a 'Delinquent', according to the school for continuous misconduct and misuse of the school property and her own talents.

Weapons:
The AT-AKM - or All Terrain Ass Kicking Machine. Or, TAK, as she affectionately calls her baby. Literally, this vehicle can go everywhere and can conveniently be folded to fit in her pockets, and with the press of a button can be instantly restored to its original size with a little smoke cloud for a distraction effect for a quick getaway.

An Unassuming Wrench - Her favorite wrench. This wrench doesn't really have much of a different to ordinary wrenches. However, it appears to be almost indestructible, and can hit anything with force enough to smash it to pieces. It can grow in size, proportionate to its power. Has a sticker of a purple bat on it. Always carries it with her.

Abilities:
TAK, is a versatile vehicle and houses almost an incomprehensible about of weapons. Not really an ability really, but its her main form of combat and weapon.

From side mounted miniguns to revolvers. Not to mention it can go anywhere, even up vertical walls via the use of thrusters and jets. Incredibly fast, with amazing control and steering capabilities. Incredibly durable as well, and can take quite a beating. can press a button to shrink down to a cube, and fit in her pocket so she can always carry it with her. Can also be remotely called if they get separated. Of course, it's rather limited in its use, since she has to be riding it to use any of its abilities.

Mechanics Wrench: Used for devastating melee attacks. Not used with much finesse, tends to just smash it into things. The larger it is, the more destructive power it has. Indoors, she uses this the most since she can't use TAK indoors that well.

Side?: Delinquent.
Club: N/A

"Down on your knees like the dog you are! Show your loyalty you piece of trash! Sengoku High School has no place for people who won't obey their Student Council President!"

[User]
"Illogical." Ray mumbled to himself despondently. Ray was torn, could he really try the Riemann Hypothesis today. It was said to be the hardest problem in the world, and he wanted to tackle it. Unfortunately, his brain kept reminding him that it would be illogical to try it. No matter how hard he tried, his brain would not let him work in the problem. Ray sighed, he knew he would have to try someday, he was considered a mathematical genius.

Ray took another bite of his lunch, for a Council Members and a Club Leader this food was amazing. He could not help but pity the delinquents, those who walked down the illogical path. Those who could not obey the rules of his school that the "choose" to attend. Ray could not help but laugh at the there predicament. While he enjoyed a 5-star level meal, the delinquents enjoyed food that was scraped of the side walk.

Logic is was governs our world, when you choose to go against logic, you always lose. Ray smiled, it was on of his own philosophys, one that he based his own life own. Delinquents choose to fight logic, so they lost, eating the food or the weak. Maybe on day, such ones will see the light. "Maybe." He mumbled to himself despondently.

Ray looked at the entrance to the cafeteria, the President was supposed to give a speech today. Ray sat upon the Student Council lunch table, which was not to far from the door. He picked at his food, things weren't going so well for the delinquents. The President was not in the best mood today, which was logical. Ray smiled, he felt bad for the delinquents, maybe he would pray for them.

[Assistant]
Eiyuu was certainly pleased that he had decided to be part of Sengoku's system by becoming the president of the video Game club. Yes, a meal was certainly the best company for a Street Fighter X Tekken match. Eiyuu had recently been hooked to that game. It wasn't good as many other games, that much was certain, but it at least had him entertained for a while. For a while, only though, as he looked at the screen and pressed buttons at an astonishing speed, his character was already unrivalled by anyone else, no matter what difficulty it was in. And he had just started it the day before that. Fighting games were short like that. Finishing yet another match of the Arcade mode before the rolling credits with a 'PERFECT' in his screen, he left his controller in the table and sighed. "How come things can get this boring this fast.... Hm.... I should get to fight someone in real life, I'm aching for it, now."

Being easily influenced by his games, Eiyuu was the type that just wanted to do what he had only recently done inside a game. Unfortunately, he was now aching for a fight, and he might be able to easily get one, given that the delinquents were aching for one. He might as well keep near the StuCo president, waiting for a fight to brew. Also, he might get to see her in a fight finally. Saying he was curious about what she could do would be an understatement.

Then, he decided to change the game and wait for the president to arrive. Today, he'll be near her, as much as he could, now that he knew a fight would come at any time. Having Juri's powers during a fight would be just great. And yes, he loved playing with women, even though sometimes his attires were less than pleasant to look at. "At least Juri's is a bit more decent. Last time as Ivy was not pretty, neither was it comforable..." He remembered the last time he fought with Soul Calibur in his controller. Never had he felt more uncomfortable in an attire, just because he used Ivy in his last fight.

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And then, there was Io. Her lunch was that of the trash students, given that she just refused to be part of a system like that. It was just a bit too idiotic, to think that was for the best and to think trash would stop being trash just because she fed her that. That stuck up bitch that called herself the Student Council president. Hence, Io brought her own lunch, ignoring completely the student fee towards bringing their own lunch. Io just couldn't care less, and having someone arrive to tell her off didn't make her any happier. She was eating a lunch box that seemed to have been made in heaven and towering just as far. And she had already eating a fair part of it, and was still digging in on it. Someone would most probably arrive and tell her off.

If they can go past her Yakuza thugs, that is. Surrounded by her family, Io calmly ate her lunch, with a book in the table, which she was calmly reading. The thugs seemed to be tough as tough can be, and able to go toe to toe against the disciplinary committee. At least, in reduced numbers. Io continued on eating, her faithful katana resting by her side. Well, it seemed to be a slow day today. Somehow, it was boring. The most interesting thing around was her book, and the many attacks between her thugs and the committee members. It was amusing to see either of them fly away.

Before long, and unexpectedly, Io had finished her lunch. She pushed the box away from her, before bowing and saying in a quiet voice, "Gochisou-sama. It was... delicious.... as heck." She then stood up and took her katana with her. She wasn't in the mood to be hearing the ojou-sama's speech. It was a real pain in the ass. "Get out... of my way.... you bastards..." She said to the thugs from her family.

"Yes, jou-chan!" They said, before moving aside and making a path for Io, keeping anyone who'd come near her out of range.

"Don't.... call me that. Just... call me... Io. I... fucking hate that.... word now." She quietly said again, before walking through the path opened to her by her Yauza family and making her way out of the cafeteria. No, where could she go to pass some time?

[User]
Ah, lunch. Normally the most looked forward too time for any normal high school student. Food, socializing, getting out of class and being able to generally do whatever for however long the lunch period was. She supposed she should look forward to it too - there was good food and socializing to be had...as long as you were one of those dumbasses on the student council or one of the morons that conformed to their idiotic rules. Those who didn't? Well, they were stuck with something that could hardly be called 'food'.

Thankfully, for one such student by the name of Seiko Yung, she had never really been one to eat healthily anyways. As long as it got rid of her stomach complaining about the lack of food, she didn't particularly watch her diet too much. Truthfully, she'd rather be working on one of her babies right now instead of being cooped up in here. TAK could always use a tune-up or test drive. It was always fun to ride up the wall of the school too, just to piss off a certain little girl that fancied herself a tyrannical empress. If only TAK could be successfully maneuvered inside of the school hallways...maybe she should put him on a diet and trim him down a bit...

Seiko sighed, bored as she finished eating. She wanted to do something fun, but what? Everything had started to get so...boring. She needed to up the ante a but. Do something new and exciting...but what? She should probably leave before little miss empress started her speech though, unless she wanted to end up on the receiving end of the disciplinary committee. On the other hand though...

"Now there's an idea." She giggled quietly to herself. She had always pissed off the Disciplinary committee, but she had never gone after the head girl herself. Now how, was the best way to insult her? She had heard someone once say, the greatest insult you can give to your enemy is to ignore them. Perhaps that saying held some truth to it.

As she thought, the girl noticeably giggled to herself, thinking of all the possible outcomes that could come of this. Today announcement, was going to certainly be fun.


[System]
"asoiaf: Aerion Targaryen" by MathiaArkoniel licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current king of Dainia and father to the twin princes of the kingdom. He is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and only few know of his intention to end the bloodline of the royal family of Lunar by finding the heir to the throne of the enemy state.

Queen Velda of Dainia

"Historically accurate Disney - Belle" by Niobesnuppa licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current queen of Dainia and mother to the twin princes of the kingdom. She is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and it is unrevealed if she shares or is even aware of the king's intention regarding the heir to the throne of Lunar.

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Raven took the sword that Hildebrand gave her due to her costume she could not really conceal her weapons so she was grateful to have something for defense. As Hildebrand went off to check the way the place was safe to approach and enter the home. She stood next to Eliezer as they waited for the coast is clear. She had to admit that she was wondering if she did the right thing by going with him when he asked her. Her heart was telling her it was the right choice but logically she was not sure but all she knew was that she did not regret it at all. When the moon was shinning thanks to how pale she was her skin tends to have a glow to it and sometimes her eyes shinned in the moonlight lasted on her face. She soon felt Eliezer put his hands on her shoulder and then placing his forehead on hers.

She listened as he spoke feeling bad for it sounded like her and Mathazar used to be so close and it did make her wonder why did he choose to betray his brother just because he wanted the crown why give up the bond they both shared. Soon she took her free hand and placed it on his cheek and did a small smile at him. "Its ok to be scared sometimes Eliezer and the best way I can assure you one I do not regret my decision to stay when you asked me and also the best way for you to know is do you feel regret asking me to stay or coming to see me for what is more important is what you think not what I think or others." Raven said to him with a smile. "And I am here now and I will do what I can to take your fears away." Raven said to him then soon gave him a kiss on his cheek not wanting to over step anything. "I may not know how you really feel about me still but I still love you and will be here for you." Raven said and smiled at him.

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Shadow was on the roof watching for any trouble as Scott was patrolling and he saw Hildebrand and went down.

"Hildebrand what is going on I thought you and Eliezer be out longer?" Shadow asked and saw Hildebrand looking a bit worried. "What is wrong?"

"The warden got tipped off the Eliezer would be at the festival and they wanted to question lady Raven so all three of us ran back here while Amy and Nightowl distract the guards." Hildebrand said to him.

"Man Red Robin must have a hand in this she was here and threaten Lady Nemes that if she did not testify against Eliezer's character trouble will come to her family even when she lied about Eliezer being here Red Robin gave the order to the goones to check the house and kill anyone that gets in their path." Shadow explained shocking Hildebrand.

"Are you serious?" Hildebrand asked and Shadow nodded.

"The only way she would know is if she works in the palace also with Mathazar for intel like that is not easy and to know the warden for by the sounds of it Mathazar was not the one to give the tip to the warden it had to be here and who else has better connections then someone who works n the palace which mean Ravens hunch on Miss Reed being Red Robin is pretty accurate." Shadow explained and Hildebrand sighed for this was all to crazy.

"I will discuss this with his majesty later they both are waiting for the coast is clear for Lady Nemes guards tend to patrol this area." HIldebrand said.

"I will go get them they just passed and they wont be back for a long while just keep an eye out." Shadow said and Hildebrand nodded and Shadow went off and found where his sister and Eliezer was and saw how the two look.

"Hope I am not interrupting." He said with a smile spooking Raven a bit and blushing when she saw her brother. "Come on you two coast is clear lets get you both inside." Shadow said as he lead the two back to the manor but also keeping his guard up.

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Eliezer relaxed at her touch. He had come out to speak to her for a couple of reasons, reasons he felt were justified. The only thing he would have regretted at this point was if she would have found happiness after leaving tonight, but to stay was her decision, and it offered him some relief that how it had all turned out was not completely on him. She mentioned that she did not know how he truly felt about her, and that led him to believe that his actions and words so far were still not sufficient to give her a clear picture. It was understandable, since he often questioned his own feelings for her. He was aware that he was currently trusting her out of obligation, because he thought that he owed it to her. How was he to genuinely trust anyone again, after learning that the person whom he had trusted the most his entire life had secretly wanted to betray him the whole time? It was not that Raven had not kept anything from him until she had been forced to admit it either, but she had truly grown fond of him, and had just been afraid to lose him, had she not?

He moved one of his hands away from her shoulder, wrapping his fingers around the wrist of her hand that was touching his face. "Forgive me if my love for you still seems... hesitant. I am at a loss as to how to satisfy you in this area, no matter how much I desire to. For now, I can only tell you this - that I want you in my life, that I believe you are wonderful, and that I deeply appreciate everything that you have done for me, and for what we have together. Regardless of what shall happen after I reveal your origins to you, I am grateful for all that has happened as a result of our meeting. My lady, there is evidence to prove that you are actually-"

Suddenly hearing a voice, Eliezer leaped back, his hand immediately flying to the grip of his own sword at his waist. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Shadow, silently wishing that the assassin would ease up on the jump scares. The three swiftly made their way back to the estate, entering through the same opening they had left by. Hildebrand was waiting for them by the door, and locked it as soon as they were inside. The group then snuck back into the private sitting room near Eliezer's guest room, and only then was it safe for them to converse.

Eliezer turned to Shadow. "Were there any occurrences during our absence? Are Lady Nemes and her family safe?"

Hildebrand glanced at the assassin anxiously as he anticipated his response to the prince, already having been told about what had taken place while they had been gone.

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Raven was glad to be inside where they were all safe and sound inside and was able to escape the warden. Once in the private room Raven sat down and looked at her brother wondering what Eliezer meant by what he asked. While Shadow looked at Hildebrand and sighed a bit before looking at ELiezer.

"Unfortunately my gut feeling was right Lady Nemes was paid a visit by the Red Robin and her goones at first she did try to hide that you had not left but she threaten to kill her family as they searched the home for you to where she was forced to reveal that you were not here." Shadow explained and Raven was shocked by this.

"Why go to the trouble though I see no reason to bother her when Eliezer and me are the obvious targets?" Raven asked her brother.

"Red Robin wants to use Lady Nemes to testify against Eliezer's character by the sounds of it Mathazar is not going for murder now he is going for destroying his character to make him more desirable as king instead of Eleizer and the Red Robin threaten her to do so or her family could be at risk." Shadow finished explaining and it was obvious Raven was not happy to hear this at all and growled a bit.

"What a dirty trick that little pest Red Robin is playing but also a very dangerous game she is playing at this rate it be better if I just kill her now." Raven said angry and Shadow freaked a bit and ran to her and hugged her from behind and she squirmed. "Raven calm down you are already in enough trouble with master about your last little rash decision you made do not do it again it will only make things worst for you and Eliezer." Shadow said trying to calm his sister down and after a bit she finally calmed and sat back down.

"Did you have traps set at least?" She asked and Shadow nodded. "Sparrow set them up and we took down a few of her goones but she did get away I will say this those goones can not last much longer I believe me and the other have been taking them down every night." Shadow explained. "We just need to now protect her we can't lose an Allie that is better with connections for Eliezer and can help him a little better then us due to her status in the kingdom." Shadow explained and Raven was thinking hard about this for this was difficult even for her.

"Mathazar is unfortunately playing all the right cards along with miss Robyn but they have a few flaws." Raven said as she stood and looked around the room. "She can threaten the family but if the family is not here to testify but somewhere safe that we only know about then she can lie for her family will be safe and Miss Robyn can't claim she is lying right." She turned to face Shadow.

"According to records she should be working and as Red Robin she would not have permission to leave as Miss reed for her work load was a little bigger then normal due to servants being ill so she would have to have been snuck out." Shadow explained for he had looked into all this with Sparrows help.

Raven looked at Eleizer next and sighed. "Eliezer what do you make of all this for I am sure you must be confused and scared that you got Lady Nemes involved unintentionally." Raven said before approaching him and placing her hand on his shoulder. "You ok Eliezer?" She asked him wanting to make sure now he was ok which she wanted to kick herself for not doing sooner after Shadow did his report.

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Eliezer did not register much more after being told that the Red Robin had been at the estate and had an exchange with Adelina. Did this mean that she was already aware of what was going on? He never wanted her to be involved in this mess, and was disturbed to hear that the Red Robin and her assassins had actually followed him to the Nemes Estate. Could he not go anywhere without dragging more people whom he cared about into his current situation? He would have questioned how Shadow and his companions had even let the Red Robin reach Adelina, but the fact was that they were only volunteering to help him and owed him nothing. Nobody involved owed him anything, yet he had caused them so much trouble because of his decisions. Why did it seem like everything had gone wrong since he had started thinking for himself?

He felt Raven's hand on his shoulder, and put his own over hers and nodded to show his appreciation for her concern. "I... require some fresh air."

As Eliezer walked off, Hildebrand took a couple of steps after him, worried for the prince. "Your Highness, I-"

"Leave me be, Sir Hildebrand," Eliezer cut him off, before shutting the door to his guest room and heading towards the balcony on the other side of it.

The knight was always uncomfortable when the prince was on edge, and he turned to Shadow with a sigh. "I would request for you to ensure that he is safe, but I do believe that he should currently be left alone."

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Twelve-year-old Adelina and Eliezer stood in the middle of a grand but sparsely-furnished room as he taught her the basics of the Waltz. Her right hand was in his left, and with his free hand, he took her left hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"You shall hold him here," he began, before putting his right hand onto her shoulder blade under her arm. "And he shall hold you like this."

Adelina acknowledged all his instructions and seemed to be enjoying herself for the most part, but he had the feeling that she was slightly embarrassed to be this close to him. Still, he was not too sure about that, and decided to pay it no attention and continued with the lesson.

"The dance will begin with him putting his left foot forward and you stepping back with your right. Now step to your left... good, and now forward with your left foot-"

"Father has requested your presence, Eliezer," rang Mathazar's voice through the room suddenly. The younger twin leaned against the door frame, humorously rolling his eyes.

The elder let go of Adelina. "Of course, thank you. Would you mind keeping Lady Nemes company, Mathazar?"

Mathazar looked at Adelina and grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

As Eliezer left the room, he took a last glance back at his brother and the little lady, finding them laughing together. She seemed a lot more comfortable with Mathazar, and the young crown prince thought that they would take good care of each other if they were to wed.

How wrong he had been.

Eliezer sighed as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the railing of the balcony. He had to keep Adelina away from Mathazar, she had to know him for who he truly was. Unfortunately, she was not safe around Eliezer either. Who was she going to believe? Eliezer knew that he would have a hard time convincing her that Mathazar was not the one to trust, especially after what had happened tonight. She would probably have hysterics when she found out that they were harboring the princess of the Lunar kingdom within her estate. What had he done? He rested his head in his arms and shut his eyes, overwhelmed once again.


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Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Nationality: American

Favourite Gundam Series: 0079>Zeta>Char's Counterattack>ZZ>everything else. Really likes G but has trouble ranking it, as it's barely a Gundam show in the first place.

Personality:
Even though Chuck has a sense of humor and isn't a bad person, he's not terribly fond of shenanigans and will bluntly point out things he feels are idiotic, often losing patience with others. He enjoys Gundam and Gunpla, but unlike the insane devotion most people in the world seem to have for them his life doesn't necessarily revolve around the franchise and he has other hobbies. He is also rather critical of the quality of Gundam as a whole, rather than think it the faultless masterpiece public opinion holds it as, though he's still quite knowledgeable about the franchise as a whole.

History:
Chuck is something of an anomaly in the gunpla circuit in that he's a fairly normal kid. No tragic, bizarre or otherwise terribly outstanding backstory or relation to championship players or well known organizations, no gifted dominance of fields that should by all rights be outside the scope of a teenager, he's just a kid from Texas who's into anime, videogames, comics and the like. He enjoys giant robot works in general and has hobbies other than Gunpla battle, particularly FPSes and strategy games, and though he's hardly competitive level in them he makes use of what he learned on these fields to his advantage.

Unlike the vast majority of the people in the circuit, his building skill comes not from having a million kits with which to toy around with and endless amounts of plastic and the facilities required to scratchbuild but rather precisely because he lacked all of these. His family was supportive of his hobbies, but Gunpla can be expensive and he had other things to occupy him, so what he worked on he did gradually at school and he focused on perfecting every little detail, resulting in high quality if comparatively simple pieces. A big fan of the Zeong gigantic mobile suit, he simply couldn't justify spending the money on the humongous kit, hence his primary unit.

Chuck isn't even sure how he got recruited into a school in Japan. He was the biggest player in his small town, yes, and his skills in his chosen playstyle are undeniable but he never really stepped outside his boundaries much or even competed in regionals. To his knowledge he didn't even beat anyone worth mentioning. To even find crappy videos of him playing in his town or elsewhere on vacation one has to know exactly what they're looking for or one might simply pass them up for being crappy family videos. The entire situation makes him rather leery, but he's taking the opportunity to go on a trip and maybe see if he can make a living out of his hobby.

Gunpla Info

Name: MSN-015 Axis Zeong
Scale: 1/144

Based from: AMX-015 Geymalk, MSN-02 Perfect Zeong, RMS-108 Marasai.

Mobile Suit Appearance:
A modified Geymalk made to resemble the Perfect Zeong, particularly by adding bulbous, thruster-laden skirt and leg armor, and painted in the latter's colors while still preserving the near entirety of its arsenal. It replaces the mobile suit's arms with the Zeong's from the forearm down and also gets rid of its funnel pods and replaces them with propellant tanks for increased operation times and lesser load, making it somewhat less of a near-immobile artillery platform.

It also features a modified Marasai's head also made to resemble the Zeong's, except it mounts four independently moving mono-eyes rather than the traditional lone camera and it features a pair of the Marasai's upwards-pointed antennae on the sides rather than the Zeong's horn-like, outward-pointing prongs. Save for the multiple eyes, this is done entirely for cosmetic reasons so the head looks rather like a space saucer when it operates on its own.

Weapons:
-Vulcan Gun x2:
A pair of Vulcan guns are mounted into the Axis Zeong's head. These shell firing weapons have a high-rate of fire but have little power and are generally ineffective against mobile suits, though they can damage lightly armored areas such as the sensors. They are ideal for shooting down small, fast moving, lightly armored targets such as missiles or small vehicles.

-Hyper Mega Particle Gun x1
The MSN-015 Axis Zeong's most powerful weapon is a hyper mega particle gun which dominates the front of the torso and fires an orange blast capable of easily engulfing a mobile suit and causing catastrophic damage with even a glancing hit. It does, however, take some time to charge and is quite energy-intensive, but its sole threat should be enough to give even the best of defenses some pause.

-2-Barrel Beam Launcher x2
The Axis Zeong is equipped with a pair of 2-barrel beam launchers, with one mounted in each shoulder.

-2-Barrel Mega Particle Gun x2
Lining the sides of the MSN-015 Axis Zeong's hyper mega particle gun are a pair of 2-barrel mega particle guns.

-Mega Particle Gun x2
The Axis Zeong features an additional pair of mega particle guns that are mounted in its torso, right above the 2-barrel mega particle guns, bringing the number of torso mounted weapons up to five with a total of 7 beam-emitting barrels.

-Mega Particle Head Gun x1
Mounted in the head of the MSN-015 Axis Zeong is a single mega particle gun which takes the place of the mobile suit's "mouth". The gun has its own capacitor and e-cap that holds enough charge to fire the gun even when disconnected from the rest of the machine.

-5-Barrel Mega Particle Machine Gun x2
The forearms of the MSN-015 Axis Zeong are mega particle weapons with 5 fire-linked barrels in the shape of fully functional fingers. Unlike the original Zeong's, however, these weapons operate as beam machine guns, delivering a veritable hail of lower power shots which can be used wear down defenses and easily intercept incoming projectiles or remote weapons. Unlike the original's, these aren't capable of independent wire-guided operation, focusing instead on being better built and more reliable weapons.

-3-Tube Grenade Launcher x2
The Axis Zeong's forearms also contain a single 3-tube grenade launcher each, which mount fairly dangerous explosive rounds. These projectiles can be used as self-propelled homing weapons or made to detonate on command or after a preset timer runs out.

-Leg Beam Cannon x2
The MSN-015 Axis Zeong features two mega beam cannons, one stored in each leg below the beam saber knee recharge rack. When not in use these cannons are stored inside the leg, covered by retractable armor plating. When in use the beam cannon's barrel raises up and unfolds to reveal itself for what it is.

-Large Beam Sword x2
The Axis Zeong mounts a pair of beam sabers in recharge racks in the knees. Because of its large, less dextrous hands it's forced to utilize a larger, boxier beam saber handle that wraps around the fingers. The sabers do, however, have a higher output than regular beam swords as a result of making full use of the larger hilt, making them closer to the Gundam X's weapons than the Geymalk's.

Special features:
-"Four eyes are better than one": The multiple monoeye cameras capable of independent motion and tracking allow for an extremely high degree of precision with its ranged weapons.

-"You really didn't think this could only fire forwards, did you?": Aside from the Hyper Mega Particle Gun, all of the machine's body-mounted beam weapons have slightly flexible emitters, allowing for some degree of target tracking and a better variety of firing angles without having to move the entire body.

-"Legs are just for show": While hardly the case, the Axis Zeong is indeed capable of separating from its legs and operating akin to the original mobile suit it's based off of with the number of thrusters equipped on its skirt and back, along with extra thrusters revealed after the legs are separated.

-"If you didn't expect this, you're a casual": The Axis Zeong's head can separate from its body and serve as an independent fighter craft. It's not terribly good at it, at least not compared to more dedicated machines, but it can still be used as a surprise measure in the heat of battle and its small size allows for it to be used as a scouting craft with minimal chances of detection, while its mega particle gun gives it respectable firepower. It also ends up looking somewhat like a flying saucer, which is cool.

-Plavsky Craft: Allows the Axis Zeong some degree of unaided flight on fields with gravity. It still relies on its thrusters for motion and isn't particularly fast or mobile, but at least it's not grounded.

AMX-102 Zssa
A well built and painted but otherwise wholly unremarkable AMX-102 Zssa equipped with its booster unit and painted in the Zeong's colors. Its 66 missiles of varying sizes lend themselves well to Chuck's preferred playstyle and are more than capable of blowing even mobile armors to smithereens from the sheer number of explosions directed at them. The machine is also armed with head vulcans, beam sabers, a scattering beam gun mounted on its torso and a pair of hand-carried beam machineguns, but those are there as backup. The Zssa is smaller and faster than the Axis Zeong and can transform into a waverider mode but it's less well armored and can't quite match its firepower.

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Of course, you can't exactly use parlor tricks to catch up to something traveling at relativistic speeds. There weren't any shortcuts- unless that stupid angel-looking edgejob with its magic marker paintscheme was capable of INSTANTANEOUSLY tunneling through several tons of solid rock while also picking up speed. So Joe simply pointed the beetle legs that remained in Mobile Suit mode backward and fired at the unit's wings with the piddling slug cannons, performing an aileron roll to dodge the pink bullets and speeding off into the asteroid field- the mech shifting to darker and darker shades of red. Honestly, that pilot was lucky that there was a waiting period on some of the parts he needed to

"Damn, you idiots got SPOILED with all those fancy mobile suits! All those stupid systems, laser cannons, beam weapons, and spacemagic made you forget what robots are all about!"

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Verdi quickly acted as she saw the large amount of cannon fire headed towards her. Seeing as there was no choice she activated the GN field and started to weave between the fire as she backed away. It was aimed all at her she supposed that she looked like a easy target considering the sheer melee focus of her suit. "Nice try but no dice" Verdi called over she was prepared for situations like this and while she may not be able to cut beam like the Sengoku Astray of Nielson's she was able to do something completely similar yet fundamentally different as she took out the physical katana like blades of the susanowo in the souten form she quickly spun it around in front of her while it was exactly cutting the beam it was able to with the GN field to divert the beams in front of her to other places. This was one secret of her gunpla it was and functioned similar to a Masurao but it carried its secrets. This was the Sengoku Trace System allowing her to briefly copy the abilty to cut beam fire from the sengoku astray with the use of other system rather than a coating around the weapons.

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Unfortunately for Verdi, "weaving" does not really work when 12 continuous beams are converging on your position from multiple angles thanks to flexible emitters which were obviously there, making the beams move around from the start. As if that wasn't enough, 10 rapid-fire mega particle guns, blasting continuously and from slightly different positions, covered the general area around the Masurao in enough firepower to destroy a fleet of battleships. One can weave around a few punches or a couple rocks, not a storm, and a storm was what the Masurao had to deal with. Backing away wasn't much good either, since it didn't actually move it out of the way.

As the power limits were off in this academy for whatever reason, Chuck was able to simply keep the barrage up, firing a total of 22 reactor-fed, high power mega particle weapons towards the single target, meaning its GN field shouldn't be able to hold for long. And sure, spinning a sword around to deflect beams was nice, but this was, once again, 12 of those converging from different angles at once. Even if their source was the same the different heights they were mounted at on the Axis Zeong's body and their flexible joints meant the sword could not possibly block all of them at the same time by virtue of their different approach.

It was as simple as timing it so each beam would swing towards the Masurao at a moment where the double bladed sword would not be handy to block them. Nevermind 10 machineguns emptying at it at once, putting shots everywhere. You'd need an actual wall to stop that, and even then the sheer amount of shots could potentially bring it down anyway. Sure, the Masurao could try to approach and get into melee range, but that'd just mean getting closer to the more than 20 guns shooting at it at once and nothing can block things forever, especially on the approach, and Axis Zeong's weapons were its entire reason to be: dominance through firepower. These were not just thrown into the frame, these were carefully made to destroy things as best as possible, and they were very good at it.