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The Assassin
Race: Fae

Age: 24

Height: 5' 1"

Weight: 110lbs

Hair: Blond Jareth mullet with faint purple streaks.

Eyes: Icy blue, no pupils

Skin: Pale, but naturally colored above the eyes and over the eyelids with a faint purple color that matches the hair.

Build: Gymnast build, with wiry but powerful muscles.

Clothes: Skin tight one piece that goes to the wrist, ankles, and up the neck. The wrists come to a point over the back of the hand, and the legs have a part that runs under the middle of the foot like a strap to keep it in place. The whole thing is dark blue in color with white designs on the chest in a 'V' pattern that resembles white caps of waves that is mirrored in a slightly smaller section on the back. Along the legs and lower arms are very fine seaweed embroideries that look sorta like ivy vines and leaves. When not working he wears a simple loincloth with similar patterns.

Accessories: A woven rope belt, silver and gold in color, used to hold his knife sheath of simple brown leather.

Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Rei is a precision killer, and uses a relatively small blade. It's 6 ½ inches long, and resembles a small rapier. He has memorized the vital areas of several races, including the animals he hunts for food on occasion. He has excellent bare handed climbing skills, finding even minute hand and footholds too small for others. He has lightning quick reflexes, and has amazing control over his breathing and heartbeat. As part of the Riverwalk clan he can be underwater for very long periods of time without needing to come up for air.

General Personality: Rei is very cold and distant from everyone. The only times he seems to be anything else is when he alone in the wild talking to nature, and right before each kill. When alone in the wild he seems to be very lonely and troubled. Before each kill, he seems to have a flicker of sympathy. Other than that, he is very unapproachable and a bit unnerving.

Background: Rei grew up far away from his clan, having been kidnapped as a small child. The group that took him were ordered to kill his family, but one of the raiding party saw no point in killing a baby, so he took him in and began training him. Rei learned quickly, his race's natural abilities aiding in his learning, and by the time he reached age nine, he was getting his own assassination jobs. After his fifth job his mentor told his about how he came to live with the human, and said that if he one day wanted revenge, he was free to try. It took six years for Rei to take out the other men and woman in the raiding party. By then he was fifteen. Only his mentor was left, and the man encouraged him to complete the job.

It became almost a running game for Rei and his mentor. Rei still took missions, but for two years he had his own mission to work on. He came close several time until one day he succeeded. His mentor died in Rei's lap, his last words being ones of pride to have raised such a fine, talented young man. Rei then returned to his clan, his parent's family and friends providing him a small home to live in. Having always been on the move, he accepted the hut, but tended to stay either out on the woods or out under the stars on the open plains. A few of the elders know what he does for a living, and when he began learning about his heritage and the innate abilities his clan and race have, a couple tried to object. However, the grand elder decided that learning such things could be the thing to turn him away from a life of killing for profit.

The Riverwalk clan takes no issue with killing for what's right, such as fighting to defend people and the like, and indeed they have aided the humans to the south from time to time in their wars. Rei had never learned to read, so when he began trying to learn more about their history, one of the people who were in charge of the upkeep of the village's library took him under her wing and taught him. He learned quickly, and soon he was reading everything he could get his hands on, both in the village and when he was on assignment. To this day, he still seeks out new books every time he has a spare moment in any given town or city.

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Alessandro certainly didn't see Rei as a pet, though it was truly bizarre to think that Alessandro thought of him as anything other than a body guard. There was though a sweetness, a sort of naive charm that radiated from the fae man. His soft, good looks and his wild white hair made him something the prince was happy to call beautiful but he regarded a good many things beautiful. In truth Alessandro had thought little about Rei aside his profession, then his race, then his services and only now that things were calming down could he reflect on the man himself rather than his various backgrounds. Alessandro was not gay, as far as he knew, he had had a crush on and lusted for many a woman in his younger days, unlike some men he had not acted on any of these impulses and aside being kissed 'for practice' by one of his sisters hand maiden's he'd not truly experienced a woman. It was far too confusing a topic and so it was kept locked away as he listened to the fae with that same quiet patience.

When he had finished speaking the Prince smiled and nodded lightly, "I had noticed you were rather keen on them ,that is why when we are out in town tomorrow -I have to make a speech of thanks to the citizens for their support, their generosity and so on- I thought we could visit the local book makers? We will be leaving the castle shortly after breakfast to deliver the address which in all should take an hour at most. After which I'd like to go to the book makers, while you are here I think you should write your own book, if it suits you and if it does not they sell some good children books and light novel readings. Though nothing as extravagant or in depth as you find here in the castle. After that we are to dine with the local merchants, their trade is important to my father and keeps the city itself busy with customers in and out of the city. Then I have a few free hours in which we can do as we desire until supper here. The evening I have to meet a Lady named Christiana from one of the neighboring strongholds, my father thinks she will make a good match for me and if she and her father consent by the end of the matchmaking then it could solidify our position against any potential enemies."

When the food arrived he fell silent and quietly took a few bites from his meal, once again listening to Rei as the fae spoke, "Rei, I'll always listen, it's the least I can do right? I'm interested, he's part of you, part of who made you and you interest me." The Prince grinned that same grin he had before for Rei and only ever for him or the meister, warm and carefree rather than burdened and caged. "Besides you've seen my Father, aside the killing people how bad can yours be?" With that Alessandro pulled in his chair, cut his food so it was in bite sized chunks and lowered his knife to just eat with a fork, which left his gaze squarely on Rei , engaged, interested and without judgement. "Don't force yourself though, we've got all night."

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As his mind goes over the prince's schedule his thoughts grind to a halt for several long seconds on the idea of he himself taking up the pen. However, like many things that cold replace his current profession that he, undoubtedly would be good at, the idea of actually trying at such a thing quickly falls by the wayside and silently he concludes that entertaining such thoughts are folly. He continues tumbling over the schedule, a wonder at this thing he's heard of, this, matchmaking. Somehow humans believe that they can decide what person is best for another, and this common practice among the short lived beings is all but a joke among the fae. Rei had spent many long hours reading the history in the archives, and more than once he came across the fact that many times the humans tried to bring about peace through the wedding between races, only to fail as they refused to understand the heart of a fae.

*'I do not understand it myself, not that understanding it would be of use to me, however I can understand that part about the bond'*He blinks a few times, looking forward to the next day a bit. He has a little gold with him and if he can, while at the book makers, he hopes to hunt down one of the books he's been seeking.

However as the smell of the meal begins permeating the room, Alessandro's open face and willing tone once more has his mind slipping from one thing to the next, and at last his mind settles on where to begin. Having decided to not give the short answer he mulls over various ways to go about his tale, until at last he feels comfortable. Carefully he removes his hat and sets it on the table beside his plate. Plucking a few bits of some sort of cut fruit cluster he downs them carefully before beginning the story of how he came to be.

"When I was not yet walking there was a raid on my home. My parents lived near the edge of the woods, not in the main village, so it was less protected, and easy target. My birth father, as I understand it, made amulets, of metal, stone, and wood, that my mother, and enchantress, would then turn into forces of magic." His tone is a little softer than usual, but still the cool disconnected tone. The hush only to keep from being overheard by any who may pass by the prince's room. "They would trade with the outside world, none really knowing what they were, just that they made masterworks worth a king's ransom." He takes a sip of his drink, the cool liquid soothing his throat. He didn't even realize how dry it was until now. "So, as it would so happen, a local lord wanted my birth parent's entire stock, but they would not sell."

Rei looks to the window, his gaze distant. "So, he hired a group of assassins, thinking them able to take care of them more readily than normal guards or soldiers, and for the most part, the lord was right. As it was told to me, my father was taken out first, then my mother. A nearly clean kill with only my mother's dying eyes seeing her and her husband's killers." His gaze, still distant, moves to Alessandro. "It was then I was discovered, crying. No doubt at the time I was able to feel their passing, those who gave me life. I know that is the way of the fae children in the village. The family ties of blood are very very strong." He looks to the table, snagging a bit of bread to nibble on as he continues. "At first, it was to be a clean sweep, however one man realized that my life givers were not human, and imagined the potential I may harbor, and as such, took me with at their retreat." His head tilts to the side as once more he looks to the prince. "So ended my first life, my first father, and my existence as a fae."

[User] Alessandro remained quiet as Rei began his story, he was rather hard to read until the first pause from Rei at which point he let out a gentle sigh. It honestly sounded an awful way to start ones life, taking a drink and a mouthful of his plated meal he contemplated on just what to say. 'I'm sorry' was neither going to help matters or really address anything except his own guilt at his rather lavish upbringing. So he offered Re a reassuring smile and motioned for him to continue with his tale, surely it got better at some point, right?

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As he waits for the prince to mull over the first part of his tale, Rei downs a bit of his meal. The expenditure of magic for the day has been higher than usual and as such he feels a little drained, however a little food is all he needs to replenish for now, and later, a trip to the garden. When motioned to continue he washes his mouthful down before going on. "From that day on to my fifteenth year of life, I lived in an assassin's guild. The man who stayed the blade on my life became my unofficial caretaker, however the entire guild had a hand in raising me. I. . .Do not recall too much of the youngest years, however after the age of five I recollect the coldness growing inside me." He looks to the prince. "I am sure it is still there, though I can no longer consciously feel it." He looks to his hands as he continues.

"I trained in many weapons, each member insisting that I would be best with this or that, until at last we found the perfect weapon. Due to my speed and reaction time, along with the precision I learned from my second father while practicing on the easy marks he would pick for me, my current weapon is what I am most efficient with." On instinct his hand falls down to the handle of his blade, lifting it slightly to make sure it is clear of it's scabbard. An old habit, and one that has served him well. "At first, I was a bit obstinate, I recall many beating for not listening, and for the most part they did the trick in getting me to do as they wanted of me. However, I was able to stand fast on not killing the people they brought in for the other young ones like me to practice on. If it was not a mark with a contract on them, I would not take their life."

He lets out a low hum as he thinks about it. "The other children would, and it was a note of shame on my second father for quite some time that I would not obey him in that. However with my excellent performance on the easy missions that shame soon was forgotten." He looks at the prince, and with a slow nod he says, "By the age of twelve, I no longer needed direction, or correction. I could hold my own against almost any other assassin in the guild, my magic having awoken and given me quite the edge, as he would put it." He now keeps his eyes on the prince, wanting to see his reactions, unsure of what to expect. "However, holding my own was not good enough. As I said, family bonds among my race are far stronger than it is for humans, and with my violent upbringing, I did not seek to mourn their passing. Indeed, I consciously felt nothing for them by the age of ten, but by then my instincts had enveloped them, and I reacted to the need the only way I knew how." He tilts his head to the side. "I sought to repay them those lives they took."


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Elizabeth, sometimes nicknamed "Lizzie" by her friends before her embrace, stands at about 5'7". Her skin was usually amongst the first things that new people noticed about her, the extreme pallor that could only be blamed on the dreary weather in England. Her hair, a fiery mess of ringlets that hung loose around her face, certainly didn't help; all it did was draw attention to the lack of blush on her cold cheeks.

Her dress varied heavily on whether she was on call or relaxing in her downtime. On-shift she wore the the standard EMT uniform of her company, a dark green jacket and trousers with reflective cuffs; off-duty her style tended to lean into wear into clothing much less formal, often a basic t-shirt of some sort combined with denim jeans and thick-heeled platforms of one recognisable brand or another.

Hunger 2
Spent 1 willpower

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Elizabeth woke with a start as the sun crossed the horizon. After a brief stretch she threw a cursory glance at her clock, the face of which read 7:23. Perfect, she thought happily, shift starts at 10, I have more than enough time to do what I need. Even in the unlife she continued to leak any document she thought would turn the tide against the hospital - pricing schemes, markup margins, incriminating internal emails - and yet each day fewer and fewer new people seemed to chime in in agreement that the practices employed weren't just unethical but inhuman. Could these people not see that the system was broken, even when it was spoon-fed to them? It made Elizabeth's blood boil.

An alarm went off in the background, a shrill two tone sound that alternated a few times before falling silent. Elizabeth drew a deep breath, knowing what was coming. Rising from her laptop she forced herself over to the fridge, a few bags of red fluid rested on the top shelf. She drew one out, throwing it in the microwave, heating it to a more bearable temperature. As she waited her fingers clenched the worktop's edge like claws. It was with her, perched, waiting in her throat. The Beast had come to know the routine, feed before a shift and fast until the next, even if it did love to try pushing Elizabeth over the edge.

The gentle beep of the microwave drew Elizabeth back to reality, carefully handling the hot bag. As she bit through the plastic she could feel the warm ambrosia slip past her teeth and slake the fire at the base of her throat. Her talons gripped the bag tighter and tighter, eking any last remaining drips before discarding the wrapper. Again the discontent of the Beast could be felt, hating the bag diet as much as Elizabeth herself did, but nonetheless it was quieted for the moment as the girl regained her composure and control. A quick look in the mirror to check for bloody streaks on her face and collar, and she was out the door.

At the vehicle depot everything was fairly quiet. A few of the EMT's were huddled in the communal room watching what appeared to be a rerun of a football game that had aired earlier in the day. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the very idea of calling that football. As usual at the beginning of her shift she went through the ambulance she'd be working in, ensuring that various controlled medical supplies were indeed still in the vehicle after the previous crew had signed off. Finishing up, she threw herself into the passenger seat and closed her eyes just as the radio crackled to life. "One reported GSW wound, Cold Spring Road by the golf course. Shooter believed to have left the area. Will keep you updated". Elizabeth shuffled herself over into the driver's seat as her partner clambered into the passenger seat.

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Each step echoed on the empty streets of Indianapolis, with a rhythmic clack clack clack upon the pavement as a man strode along the sidewalk of a rundown neighborhood towards a building with a sign above it's entrance.

In big bolded letters the sign read St. Bartholomew's Orphanage, which easily stood out from the dreary look of the neighborhood around it. The building itself looked old and was made from bricks unlike most of the slums on the block where the poor lived in small dirty apartment complex's making a living by breaking the law or selling their bodies to those who would use them, no matter their appearance.

It was a disgusting life that sickened Jose Georgio-Lorenzo Martinez, whose pace slowed to a halt beneath the light of a lone lamppost, his hand dipped into the pockets of his long overcoat and pulled a lighter out in one hand while the other flicked a cigarette out of a package, rolling it around in-between his index and his thumb before bringing the cigarette to his mouth.

It was a bit billowy outside so he cupped his hands around his mouth as he lit his lighter with a shick shick shick, taking a moment for the fluid within his lighter to light his cigarette. He inhaled it afterwards and held his breath for a second as he tasted the tobacco then in a puff of smoke he exhaled slowly, flicking the ashes of the cigarette in his left hand. He smoked for only a moment longer before dropping the cigarette on the pavement, then ground it beneath the heel of his black slacks.

Smoking wasn't the same anymore now that he was what he was, worse that he couldn't innoculate himself on the drugs he peddles but better he not get high on his own supply like he once did. However he had new goals in life now, one of which would take a long time to reach but still the smaller goals add up. An errant hand dipped into his inner coat pocket as he felt the wad of bills he carried.

It was for the old lady who ran the orphanage, Jose had always had a soft spot for the elderly woman who looked after the children in the orphanage as she had raised him there after he was placed within her care. It was a shame she had lost some of her eyesight and equally her memory but deep down she was the same caring old woman who treated the children in her care kindly.

Jose walked up to the door, pushing the old wooden door open with a loud creak and the bell rang above it to let the occupants know there was a visitor in the orphanage.

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Jesse looked down the track, his fist gripping the steering wheel of the beat up old volkswagen. His knuckles would be turning white, if they weren't already. Traditional rally race rules required a co-pilot, to read off the map and make sure the driver got in all the necessary lap types. This crowd, though, did not mandate it. The track, while rough, had no lap types. That meant it was just Jesse in the car, which was exactly how he liked it.

As soon as the engines fired, Jesse reached for his Beast. The power he pulled from it would cost him-he could feel himself grow hungry, as his skin tightened across his frame and his eyes briefly flashed crimson-but it would be worth it. Power flowed through him, his kindred blood rushing through his veins, filling him with speed far beyond anything a simple kine could hope to command.

Within moments of the flag dropping, Jesse was shooting from the starting line. Gravel spat under his tires, dirt flying high as he rounded corners and passed every car in front of him. Gears shifted and the engine purred as his near-instant reflexes let him respond to the slightest kick and pull from the road and the old machine he sat in. To onlookers, it would be like watching a someone running practice laps, his competition almost non-existent around him as he flawlessly cornered and drifted past them.

He finished nearly two full minutes ahead of the second place car. By the time he was done, the shocks on the old car were shot, and the transmission was close to giving out. Jesse had pushed the car to the limits with his powers, but it had won him the trophy. Really, that's all he had wanted. The thrill of victory, the desire to show people that he was better than them, was one of the few aspects of his humanity he had left. Even if the context for it had shifted.

As he went to the parking lot, he saw someone-a gorgeous woman, no less-leaning on his bike. It was hardly a new occurrence, though she certainly wasn't dressed like the usual girls who begged him for a ride. Before he could say anything, though, he felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of fear wash over him as the woman's eyes locked with his. That alone was enough to tell him that she wasn't normal, and that the manila envelope she was holding likely held bad news for him. Tossing the trophy in the trash, he approached, silently taking the paperwork to see what his latest orders from his Sire were. To his surprise, it was not her name written across the top of the documents.

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Tonight's show wasn't the best.

Despite his best efforts, Steel missed a few cords and wasn't emotive enough to keep the crowd engaged. The bad played well enough to still get paid but the boss man said he wouldn't be hiring them back for next week "diversify the talent" he said. Steel took his cut of the cash in pride and headed for the door before a familiar face caught his attention at the bar. He sauntered up to the bar where the out of place socialite sat, idly holding her glass of whiskey that they both knew she had no intention of drinking.

"Didn't think I'd see you around here again. I thought grimey bars like this weren't your scene." Steel said, taking a seat next to the woman and laying his elbow on the bar.

"I can assure you I wouldn't be here if I didn't need to be Stanley. I'm just a messenger tonight." the woman said, fishing around in a large handbag before pulling out a manilla envelope and handing it to Steel.

"I'll be glad to leave this place behind for good after this." Steel didn't take the envelope initially, instead eyeing it and the vampire suspiciously.

"What's this?"

"Below me, that's what it is. Just take it so I can get on with my night alright?" the vampire asked, annoyed as she shoved the envelope a little quicker this time into Steel's chest. Steel finally took the envelope and the woman got up to leave.

"See you next year Sarah." Steel said, watching the woman walk away as she ignored the rockstar. He couldn't believe it had been over a year since he'd kicked the bucket so to speak. The former mortal chuckled as he tore into the envelope and look at it's contents.

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By the time Elizabeth and her partner arrived at the scene a small crowd had gathered around the man with one attempting first aid whilst they waited for the ambulance. Taking over, she covered the wound with dressing, taping it down on 3 sides whilst keeping pressure on the 4th. The pair gently rolled the victim onto a board which allowed them to elevate him onto a bed then into the ambulance. As she was closing the doors Elizabeth caught the name of the location illuminated in bright light. Coffin golf course. That's not at all morbid she thought as the heavy doors slammed shut.

On the way to the hospital Elizabeth stayed in the back with the man. The sound of his heartbeat rung in her ears, a rhythmic thud thud in the background as an eager Beast took the time to remind her just how hungry she was, just how much she was dying for one more mouthful of blood. Elizabeth could feel the pressure building beneath her hands as air trapped in the chest cavity tried to escape. Carefully she released some of the pressure off of the untaped side to allow it to leave, before going back to fighting with her inner demons.

Elizabeth found herself in a daze as they handed over the man to the hospital's A&E department, rattling off everything the doctors needed to know to continue the treatment before finding a place to perch, breathe and bring herself back to reality. A small wave of relief washed over her, she'd pushed through once more without giving in. With a deep breath and a content sigh she returned to the depot with her partner, waiting for the rest of that night's shift to pass.

Exhausted, as she was after every shift, Elizabeth rocked up to her apartment to discover her door slightly ajar; a light unease spread through her as she pushed the door open silently and tread over the threshold. Very little had changed since earlier that night, all the valuables and expensive items seemed to still be in place, however Lizzie could smell the drops of blood scattered periodically across the floor. The animal within her stirred from its slumber, parching her throat as she stalked the trail, swinging open another door to find a kindred sat at the foot of her bed.

"Edwin?!" Elizabeth exclaimed, surprised to see the elder vampire there. It'd been a while since her Sire had dropped by to see how she was doing. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd grown tired of me" she added sarcastically with an exaggerated pout. As she finisher speaking Elizabeth realised where the blood scent was coming from. There was an oozing blood bag in his hands, with at least two of the corners torn up by teeth, and yet most of the blood remained in the bag. She made a mental note to steal an additional bag this week to replace the waste.

A gentle chuckle escaped the kindred's mouth, followed by a smirk. "I don't think I could ever grow tired of you my dear". Edwin drew the bag close to his mouth again, recoiling away the moment his teeth dug through the plastic skin. "I just don't understand how you manage this, actual feeding is so much more convenient and,  dare I say, fun". With a scowl he placed the bag down on the bed, beads of blood oozing from the bite marks in the corners escaped down onto the linens. "I assume that you're still..."

"Yes, I'm still drinking from them" Elizabeth interrupted, "but some days are getting too close for my liking, I may have to think about finding somewhere else to acquire them from in addition to work". Edwin's face appeared to drop for a moment,  seeming almost disappointed at the restraint she had been showing, but as fast as it has fallen the cheerful expression was restored, making Elizabeth ponder if she'd seen it at all. "What brings you hear today then? Have you forgotten that a certain technology called the 'telephone' exists?" She teased.

"Its not a social call I'm afraid, this is mostly 'business'" he replied, his voice dropping most of the warmth she was used to hearing. A couple frantic pats of his coat later Edwin drew out an envelope, embellished heavily on one side with beautiful calligraphy that spelled out her name. "I was told to ensure that you recieved and read this" he said, passing the delicate item from his own pale hands into Elizabeth's. Seeming to read the expression on her face he continued with "I don't know what's in there either. It's probably nothing to worry too much about" he added, attempting a reassuring smile.

Receiving the envelope, Elizabeth saw that there was nothing else to do. With tentative fingers she slid a nail beneath the seal.


[System]
{ Ignore the tail }
Alias: Princess Kinoko/Kinokou, Princess of All Saiyans, Son Kinoko/Kinokou, Kino, Universe 7's Last Female Saiyan, Third-Mightiest Saiyan.
Date of Birth: April 18, Age 735.

Age: 44 (physically 24-29).
Height: 5' 7".
Weight: 121 lbs.
Species: Pure-Saiyan.
Gender: Female.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bardock (biological father; deceased).
* Queen of Planet Vegeta (biological mother; deceased).
* Raditz (older paternal half-brother/former teammate; deceased).
* Vegeta (older maternal half-brother/mentor/teammate).
* Kakarot/Goku (younger paternal half-brother/teammate).
* Tarble (younger maternal half-brother).
* Android 21/"Amaia" (younger adoptive-sister/teammate).
* Gohan (paternal half-nephew/teammate).
* Goten (paternal half-nephew).
* Trunks (maternal half-nephew/godson).
* Bulla (maternal half-niece/goddaughter).
* Pan (paternal half-grandniece/goddaughter).
* Chi-Chi (sister-in-law).
* Gure (sister-in-law).
* Bulma (sister-in-law).

Occupation(s): Princess of Planet Vegeta (formerly); High-Class Warrior; Part-Time Farmer/Grocery Clerk.
Affiliation(s): Dragon Team/Z-Fighters.
Former Affiliation(s): Galactic Frieza Army.

Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.

Personality: Pure, Impulsive (a little), Capable, Short-Tempered, Competitive, Stubborn, Determined (obsessively), Unstable (somewhat), and Gentle (yet Tough).
(When Turned-Evil: Sadistic, Aggressive, Selfish, Devious, Cold, and Arrogant.)

Power(s): Super Saiyan 1-3 (nearly 4), including Blue.
Abilities: Superhuman Strength/Speed/Durability/Senses, High-Low Temperature Resistance, Martial Arts, Acrobatics, Flight, Afterimage/IT, Telekinesis, Ki-Control/Sense/Transfer/Regeneration, Kamehameha (taught by Goku), Galick Gun, Big-Bang Attack (taught by Vegeta).

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Kinoko was so consumed in her thoughts, she didn't realize that Vegeta had already fought in such quick time. However, when Goku was called up, the princess looked up, just in time to see Amaia in the arena. If her eyesight was that good, 21's body language was very unlike her. Again, that feeling of suspicion continued to rise. "You're right. I know 21; it's not like her to run away like this", the princess voiced her thoughts aloud, until her name was called once again. She couldn't get a moment to think about what happened, can she?

She nodded to Goku in thanks, before giving a nod of affirmation towards Vegeta. This should be the moment where she will be able to get that fight she had been preparing herself for. Looking at her opponent on the other side of the arena, the princess kept her focus, before getting into stance. Internally, and probably for the first time, she wasn't exactly sure whether she should fight like a Saiyan, or fight like an Earthling, especially with Vegeta watching. But she will gladly give her all, and mix it up a notch.

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Ryo stared at Kinoko in usual silence, if not for the fact he was keeping his identity secret he might actually talk to his opponent. Her stance was pretty strong as well, he couldn't see any easy opening to exploit, he had a feeling but this lady knew how to fight efficiently. He wasn't sure why but his whole body felt warm, he could feel excitement running through his being which made him uncomfortable. It was almost like a part of him was recognizing the strength of his person, he could feel his heart beating a little faster in his chest at the idea of fighting her. Ryo brought a hand to his chest at this and gripped it looking down for a moment.
"Hm...what's that fighter up to?" Vegeta questioned.
"She's getting excited," Goku said. "Doesn't that look familiar Vegeta."
Vegeta stared back out into the crowd seeing Ryo lower his hand, his eyes narrowed as the masked fighter returned their arms to their side, their stance if it could even be called that was a joke, but he could tell they were clearly on full guard.
The stadium was silent as they watched the two fighters stare at each other, there was a strange tension in the air and many people were on the edge of their seat.

"Begin!"
The moment the announcer spoke Ryo started walking towards Kinoko, this caused Goku to arch a brow seeing Kitsu casually making her way towards Kinoko who was clearly on guard. It seemed she intended on getting the first hit in, albeit slowly. The moment Ryo was in striking range his body seemed to leaned to the left for a moment before he quickly shifted forward throwing a punch towards Kinoko's chest, the attack was faster than a normal fighters, and he shifted his footing for his real objective, he intended on attacking Kinoko's feet to create a real opening where he could get a good solid hit, in short the first attack was a feint to make her shift her guard upwards.

[User] Kinoko wasn't sure why, but there came a feeling where she found this fighter to be both mysterious and unpredictable. Since the moment it began, she kept her stance, as well as looked for any openings this person can receive. However, she remembered her focus, and managed to catch the punch that her opponent was about to give her to the chest. With her grip on his fist to become tight, the princess narrowed her eyes, and looked into her opponent's own, before giving him a mighty punch to the ribs. And another. And another, shortly before twisting her body to send an upper kick to the jaw.

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Ryo's eyes widened when his fist was caught, he wasn't expecting her to be quick enough to catch it, he grit his teeth knowing what could come next, feeling the force of her blows slam into him. This woman hit hard, but he didn't put any distance between them. He took the hits in silence though his body reeled at the blows. He was patient and the moment her foot rose to kick him his hand reached ou and gripped Kinoko's ankle stopping the blow, he spun his body fully around and lifting Kinoko off her other foot slammed her down hard into the arena, turning he slammed his foot into her stomach with immense force sending her sliding a few feet back. His attacks though slower hit like a force of nature, almost like getting hit by Goku and Vegeta simultaneously in their Saiyan forms.

Ryo stared at Kinoko after forcing the distance between them, he didn't like the fact he had to stop holding back a bit. He didn't like hitting people that hard, no normal earthling would get up from an attack with half that strength. Something about this woman however made him doubt she was a normal earthling, he touched his ribs that were still aching from her earlier punches. That wasn't something any normal earthling could, this woman...was starting to pull something out of him, and he didn't like it. A part of him wanted to resign to just leave this alone, but something in his body was screaming at him to fight this woman and it was hard to ignore it.
Ryo straightned his body and raised one sleeve before a hand poked out of it, palm outwards towards Kinoko, the other hand continuing to dangle at his side.
"It seems Kitsu has finally decided to get into stance! After that earlier beatdown she must be getting serious."
The crowd cheered at the two fighters rising out of their seats, Goku and Vegeta watched the scene with narrowed gazes.
"Vegeta..."
"I see it Kakarot...just shut up and watch."

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The princess never felt such force or strength come from what seems to be a normal Earthling. But is this person even one, to begin with? Once she came to a stop, after being sent flying on the surface of the arena, Kinoko stood back up with a quiet wince, and a groan. Looking back at her assailant, she narrowed her eyes, while getting her composure back. Her Saiyan instincts were telling her to go all out, but for the humans around her, she can't take the risk. Unless...

As soon as she put her foot down to stand back up, a crack appeared on the arena floor. Her Ki slowly regenerating her body, Kinoko was patient, before taking off her orange top, and revealing her black, sleeveless top underneath. Raising her arms to take her stance, she beckoned him with a hand.

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"Uh Vegeta," Goku said.
"Hmph good, this'll be a learning experience."
"Vegeta she used her Ki though."
"So?"
Goku looked back at the fight, he supposed he couldn't blame Kinoko this person clearly wasn't a normal fighter, but he knew how these things normally went. He crossed his arms smiling seeing Kitsu lean their head to the side, he didn't have the heart to say anything to Kinoko anyway, it seemed she was enjoying herself. He sighed and decided to just keep watching, so long as they didn't go all out it probably wouldn't be a repeat of what happened last time.
"Ah it's not like me to worry like this anyway. Let's just keep watching," Goku said only to recieve silence from Vegeta.

Ryo eyes widened behind the mask, he felt the presence of Ki, not only that but he recognized it. This woman was the one from the mall, he was positive of that at least, that signature had rooted itself in his being back then. This woman knew how to control Ki, and judging from her healed bruises it seemed she was able to use that to heal herself. Ryo lowered his hand and reaching up scratched the side of his head at her beckon, this was turning into quite the show and his opponent was a special one.
"Healing...man how is that fair. Hah...guess I'll just have to hit her hard repeatedly so she doesn't get the chance to heal everything," Ryo thought.
"What a show! Kinoko is back up and beckoning her opponent has Kitsu lost her nerve! She seems to be-"
The Announcer was cut off as Ryo quickly sprinted forward, remaining silent as he closed the distance between the two of them, slamming his foot down Ryo started throwing multiple punches at Kinoko, spinning and throwing in a few kicks as he released an onslaught of attacks at her.

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Kinoko watched Kitsu, even after she made the decision of taunting "her". The princess seemed to be literally asking for more. Who wouldn't? As a Saiyan? Seconds later, there was suddenly an onslaught of attacks heading her way. At the same time, Kinoko dodged, blocked, and traded blows with her opponent. This was the fight she has been waiting for. Apart from the fact that might have to fight against Goku, Vegeta, or both.

Not once, has she lost her focus. To add to her blows, she gripped the top, and pulled him forward, sending an uppercut to the jaw, before hooking her leg around his neck, and send him to the floor of the arena, making another crack on the surface.

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Ryo continued to attack blocking what he could and dodging what he couldn't as he kept close to Kinoko, however feeling her grip he grit his teeth as the uppercut connected and while regaining his composure he felt his body slam into the arena. Dust and pieces of the arena flew into the air as his body remained hidden amidst the destruction caused. The crowd cheered even louder jumping and yelling Kinoko's name, some yelling Kitsu's as the announcer stared into the smoke wondering if he was going to start counting down. Just as he was about to speak a burst of wind exploded from where Ryo was standing blowing the dust away revealing him standing. He brushed a bit of dirt off his shirt and off his shoulder before cracking his neck.

In the next moment he was directly in front of Kinoko his fist slamming hard into her stomach, Goku's eyes widened at the sudden burst of speed watching as Ryo raised his foot up and slammed it down on Kinoko's head returning the favor of being hurled into the arena by doing the same to her. He took a few steps away from her at this and turned to fully face her. Though it wasn't possible to tell under the mask there was a wide grin on Ryo's face, he didn't like that he was having so much fun right now. However something drew Ryo's attention and that was the purple aura around his hand, Goku and Vegeta seemed to notice as well, it seemed it had come out after he moved away from Kinoko after that last attack. The moment Ryo noticed it he closed his hand into his fist quickly getting rid of it, thanks to the dust still lingering in the area the crowd and announcer had missed it but the fact that showed up made Ryo uncomfortable.
"...not good. She pulled that out of me...I think this is a good place to stop. Best not to get greedy anyway, one million is more than enough."
Ryo lowered his hands back to his sides and mentally sigh before hopping backwards, when he did his feet landed outside of the arena.
"Oh no! It seems Kitsu not paying attention has stepped out the Arena! That's a ring out! Kinoko is the victor!"
The crowd roared and Ryo after bowing turned and exited the Arena rotating his shoulder with a small yawn, the crowd chanted Kinoko's name and the announcer continued to rouse the crowd playing up the fight. Goku and Vegeta stood in the waiting room glancing at each other for a moment.
"That energy..." Goku said.
"I figured as much, that's no normal earthling."
"They were able to hide it that well too...I didn't sense it at all."
"We'll deal with that later, whatever their reasoning for purposely losing Kinoko's the victor."
"Yeah let's congratulate her when she returns."

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Kinoko thought she had it in the bag, but then the six-foot opponent returned the favor by slamming her face into the concrete. The counter for him to return the favor was really what she wanted. She may not be able to beat him through brutal force, but she guessed it was good when they decided to forfeit. Just in time, the princess had managed to gather her bearings, and manage to stand on her two feet, just in time to see a glimpse of her opponent's Ki, and purposely step out of the ring.

She supposed it was neccessary, but she had to give her respects before he managed to leave the arena. The princess smiled and bowed back at Kitsu, before she walked back to the other side to pick up her orange top, and dismiss herself from the arena, back to where she was standing, with her two brothers. The cheers didn't exactly leave, so in response, she gave a wave to all of them.


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Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden

It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers.

In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity.

As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion.

"Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded.

"We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne.

"And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.

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Khailey Lannister

She giggled at his comment about his sigil and then opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Lord Tyrell appeared. She bowed to him and then said, "My name is Khailey Lannister, my lord. I am the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, whom I trust you have met before." She listened to the exchange between the two lords and had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling at the jape that Lord Jakob made. She hoped that no one noticed, and she cursed herself for not showing more composure.

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Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden

If Gwayne took any offence, he didn't show it in the slightest; instead, he let a small chuckle escape him as he pretended to be amused by Jakob's little joke. The Frey seemed awfully pleased with himself, but if he thought something so trivial would ward him off, he had another thing coming. Returning his smile, Gwayne formulated a reply - one that he hoped would make Jakob think twice about running his mouth off.

"I assure you, my lord, the King makes all of his decisions independently. He simply knows who his friends are." Gwayne's golden-eyed stare never left Jakob for a moment - a simple technique he'd picked up over the years. A flickering gaze meant weakness or submission, and something like that wouldn't be comely of the High Marshal of the Reach. "And yet, the same can't be said for everyone. I've heard some… dreadful things about the affair in the Riverlands. It was your kin that the guards found in the Trident, wasn't it? …I can hardly believe it myself."

His brow furrowed just so, lips pressed into a thin line, Gwayne appeared the very picture of tepid concern. In another life, he might've made a gifted mummer, but he was momentarily distracted from this little charade of sympathy when the Lannister girl introduced herself. "Ah, yes. Vernan's girl. Your father has spoken of you many a time, my lady - only good things, of course."

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move.

"Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.

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Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John nodded to the knight as he replied to John's question. John then answered politely that things were as good as ever in the North. But maybe not for long. Being Daeron's Hand could bring unwanted attention from other Houses John thought to himself. "Who do you expect to gain the title of Hand?" John asked Vernan. Maybe other Lords' thoughts could move Daeron in another direction.

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Khailey Lannister

She smiled politely at the Lord of Highgarden. "You're too kind, my lord." She then glanced over at her father before she bowed to each of the lords in turn. "Excuse me, but I must be going. My father is waiting for me." She started to leave, slowing only momentarily to brush the soft flesh of her bare shoulder lightly against Lord Jakob's arm when she walked by, as if it were an accident .

Ser Vernan Lannister

The knight listened to him explain what was going on in the North with feigned interest, but when he came to ask him who he thought would be hand, the conversation suddenly became more intriguing. "Were it up to me," he started to say, knowing that it would be too transparent of him to name a Lannister. "I would choose you in fact. No one knows the king better, am I right?" He said it only to gauge the boy's reaction.

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow.

"Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.

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Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John grimaced at what the Lannister said of his thoughts on who should be named the Hand. "I was worried that you would say that," he said. He knew that if Daeron offered him the position he would be forced to accept. It wasn't a job that you could say no to. John sighed as the chatter continued. He noticed the knight's daughter heading over. She had the famed locks of gold that Lannisters were known for and she was quite the beauty. John bowed as she approached. "My lady," he said, flashing a charming smile.

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King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros

Daeron had finished his walk and was now ready to begin the ceremony. He notified his guards and the others that would need to be present at the occasion. He waited outside the door of the throne room, a black cape fitted over a red tunic. He took a deep breath as he marched in, the Kingsguard at his side. He took his seat on the Iron Throne. It was a cold, uncomfortable thing but his face showed no sign of his feelings.

The coronation was quick. Maester Arran conducted it and then placed the crown his father had worn atop his head. He smiled as he realized what came next. The Lords of Westeros swearing fealty to him. This would be quite fun. Daeron was handed a list of the Lords who would be bowing the knee to show their house's respect. He shouted out the first name on the list, "Gwayne Tyrell!"

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Khailey Lannister

She smiled at her father as she approached and then stood at his side. Then when she saw John Stark, her smiled changed from dutiful to something more real. "I don't believe that we have truly met before, Lord Stark, but I know who you are. The last time that I saw you, I was still a child, but now I am a woman grown. My name is Khailey Lannister, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you properly."

Before long, the coronation started and Khailey fell silent as she watched in utter boredom as the ceremony went by. She didn't have patience for things like this, but she made sure to keep a smile on her pretty face the whole time just as her father wanted her to. She had to remind herself to keep her poise at all times because she never knew who might be watching her.

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Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John smiled at Khailey. "And it seems you already know of me," he said after she introduced herself. Before they could continue their conversation, Daeron and the Kingsguard entered, and the room fell silent. Daeron was coronated and soon, the swearing of fealty began. "John Stark!" John's name rang through the hall and he marched dutifully up to the front of Daeron where he took a knee and bowed his head. When he stood again, he said in a powerful voice, "The North swears it's fealty to you, Daeron Targaryen, the one true king."

The rest of the ceremony passed quickly and soon the sun was descending from it's perch in the sky. The lords and ladies had time to rest before the feast and so John was on his balcony, his hand stroking his direwolf, Shiera's, head. The wolf had been brought up with his luggage and was waiting patiently when he had returned from the ceremony. "Shiera, Daeron has yet to come speak with me. Maybe this means I won't be named Hand of the King after all," John hoped aloud, the winds bringing the scent of the sea to his nose.

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Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden

Before their conversation had a chance to go any further, a hush fell over the crowd. A little ways from where Gwayne stood, Daeron was escorted into the Great Hall by the Kingsguard, their polished, white armour casting quite a nasty glare. Still, Gwayne knew better than to just stand there, gawking, and he bid a quick farewell to Jakob and Khailey. In just a few moments after the coronation, the lords and ladies of Westeros would be required to bend the knee, swearing fealty to their new King - even if it was just a needless formality.

So, it was with no small degree of relief that the coronation itself passed by quickly. The trip from Highgarden had taken quite a bit out of him, and Gwayne would prefer retiring to his quarters as quickly as possible before the feast. But alas, this swearing of loyalty to the King was something else entirely - its priority far outweighing any need for rest. And so, Gwayne stepped forwards when his name was called, approaching the Iron Throne and taking a knee. "House Tyrell's loyalty to the Crown never wavers, your grace. We swear our fealty to the One True King."

The rest of the ceremony passed by in a blur, and Gwayne nearly lost count of how many times the phrase 'the One True King' had been repeated. Only a few others had really caught his attention, one of them being the young Lord Stark. It was clear for all to see that he and the King were close. Perhaps a little too close for comfort. If John were to become Hand of the King, well, that would prove quite the inconvenience for House Tyrell, wouldn't it? Northerners always had such silly ideals - of honour, of courage - the last thing they needed was another war.


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(or "Yoshino Hikaru", if you want to put Last names first)

Age: 16

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 145 lbs.

Path: Hikari

Weapon: A whip that is wrapped around his arm.

Appearance:

(NOTE: Does not necessarily have the present day stuff. It's just the look of the guy that I'm concerned with)

Personality: When it comes down to it, Hikaru is just a normal teenager at heart. He freaks out when something big happens, he gets jealous of others, and he doesn't think before he speaks his mind. He's clumsy, laid back, and does not have the same amount of passion and determination as most other students in the dojo (which is why he doesn't take losing in sparring matches personally). He can be cowardly when panicking, and a jerk when frustrated.
Still, when he needs to face something seriously, he'll do just that. When he needs to fight, he'll do his best. The difference between how he normally fights and when he's trying to win would honestly astonish people who know him.
He may not know what exactly to say to anyone that's feeling down, but he'll always be willing to listen if it'll help them get over something.

Biography: How does one describe the life of a normal guy? A guy who hasn't gone through anything special to bring him to where he was now. He didn't have any special training, he suffered no tragedy, nor was he given any unique qualities or characteristics. He was just a kid growing the way most kids did.

How did he come to attend the Shaolin School? It was honestly on a whim. He wanted to look cool by learning how to fight like the warriors in myths and stories. He wanted to learn how to do all the awesome moves and techniques that martial artists do. So, he ended up joining a famous shaolin school.

Of course whatever motivation and excitement he had before, died off when he saw people obviously more skilled than himself. He watched as they took their lessons seriously, and with the intent of actually using it for something more than whatever Hikaru himself was going for.

In the end, he ended up staying in the school, but seemingly treating everything like it was a hobby. It kinda makes one wonder if he's ready for the coming events...

Martial Art Style (Name and descriptions for each.):
1. Free-Style: Quite possibly the worst fighting style anyone will see in this RP. As the name implies, it has no concrete style, and is completely dependent on the user's Iintentions. That means that it involves plenty of sloppy, and unnecesssary movements, and unpredictable control over the power behind the hits. On the positive side, however, if the user has practiced enough, they can incorporate moves that they've seen in action before. In Hikaru's case, he also incorporates the whip on his arm as a weapon.

2. Flowing Togakure Ninpo Taijutsu: A modified version of the original fighting style. The modifications sacrifice a majority of the power behind the attacks in favor of nimble movement and evasiveness.

Magic Style (Name and descriptions for each.):
1. Trap-Happy: Through Light Manipulation, Hikaru is able to create orbs of Light energy to float idly. These orbs are activated on his command to become a variety of objects meant to bind or injure enemies.

2. Twilight Teleportation: Hikaru has access to one spell that utilizes Twilight magic. This spell allows him to teleport from one place to another place within 15 miles of his original position. There are several drawbacks to using this magic:

-One of the drawbacks (or maybe not, depending on the situation) is that everyone (enemy or ally, willing or unwilling, etc.) within 2 yards of his body will be teleported as well. The 2 yards parameter will be shown as a momentary magic circle around his body.

-Another drawback is that the place the spell takes must be known to Hikaru. If he doesn't know where he's going, then the spell will not work in the slightest.

-The final drawback is that the spell will use so much energy that he will fall unconscious the moment the destination is reached. Although he may wake up within a few minutes, his body will be extremely stressed, and he will not be capable of fighting for an entire day.
This spell must only be used as a last resort to escape a dangerous situation.

Sin'chi Hajime: "Oh crap...This guy is the Headmaster?! After I showed up late, he seemed a bit...disgruntled? Annoyed? Ah man, I made a horrible first impression on him! The guy seems like a strict and hard teacher, too! Aw man, I gotta be careful in this class!"

Amy Lirith: "One of the "better" students. She's dedicated, unwavering, and ready to better herself at any moment...I think. She's nice, but at the same time, she's similar to most other "better" students. Talented with a LOT of potential. Still, I can't let everyone see me crestfallen. Her included. Time to put on a smile!"

Okihika Hanzo: "Scary guy, albeit a bit arrogant. I gotta admit, he put himself on a pretty high horse. His personality can use some work. I know that our teacher seemed irritated with him. In any case, I might have to make it a point to stay away from him. Knowing my luck, though, I'll probably end up being his sparring partner or punching bag...Stupid "Better" students."

Yaozu Au-Yeung: "Reckless, Stubborn, and a "better" student...that just spells the making of trouble. This guy has WAY too much energy. Like, enough to make my bad luck and crashes look like something he would do just to pass the time. He's the most determined student I've seen...and that makes me frustrated for some reason. I don't know..."

Hamano Kaori: "As calm and lazy as she seems, I can't help but feel that she's got something up her sleeve. No one looks THAT lazy without a catch. She has the feel of a "better" student, so maybe she's hiding her true skill? I don't know...also, her eyes scare me. It's like she's constantly judging everything she looks at, and finding it uninteresting. I dunno, maybe she just wants to be left alone? Not on my watch!"

Hitomi Matsumoto: "Blind, but not helpless. In fact, from what I hear, she's actually here, because she sought a challenge. Basically, she's another prodigy. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only normal student in this place...Anyway, she's cool, but quiet and slow. I can try to make a conversation with her, but I don't know how far I'll make it before she just brushes me off...Not in that way!"

Yoshito Nambu: "Technically speaking, this guy's the new kid. He only showed up recently. However, I can just tell by the way he acts that he's a "better" student. From what I hear, I'm not that far off the mark. They say he got his power as a kid, and recruited himself here. What is with this place? It's like it attracts the best of the best!

Yori Shinya: "When I first saw this kid, I felt like I had finally found a kindred spirit in this school! Then I heard the rumors of how good he really was. BOTH paths. Yeah. He takes both paths. Another prodigy. *sigh* I guess he's harmless enough. He doesn't really do much, and he doesn't actively try to start anything. Maybe I'll be able to talk to him normally or something...I doubt it, though."

Victorique "Victorica" Winterfield: "Yeah. I'm convinced that I'm the only normal person here. At least in my classroom. Victorica, from what I hear she's a rich girl that managed to convince people to train her to be a ninja...after seeing what I've seen from her, I can personally say that they are right. She has a sort of mischievous look about her all the time, but I don't want to do address it. I don't think talking to her would stop anything she has planned for the day."

Character Rank: D
Missions Completed: 0

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It seems like some of them was able to make it after all. Hajime noticed that Kaori looked…miserable, which made him shake his head a little. He knew this mission was inappropriate for students who just started but a shinobi should not fear those who are not shinobi themselves.

"Kaori" he called out to her but received no answer. She was asleep…typical of Kaori-chan indeed.

How was one supposed to win battles while they were asleep? Then again there is a martial arts style known for its ability to fight when drunk…so perhaps Kaori know a way to fight while sleeping? Victorique came and sort of made fun of Kaori then placed traps around her. Did she mean to be Kaori in danger? Or did she do that to protect her? In any case, the traps put both the bandits and Kaori in harm's way. After Victorique sat on the branches he said…

"I don't think that the traps are safe, Victorique…Kaori is also in danger as well." Hajime said then thought about something.

"Hmm…Victorique, you practice Kenjutsu am I correct? Come and show me what you have learned."

Yoshito came in as well and when Sin'chi looked at him he seemed just as down as Kaori.

"Hello, Yoshito. It is good to see that you are doing well. You are just in time to see some action before we begin the mission." He turned back to Victorique. "We seem to have a bit of time left so come. This is to get you prepared to use that sword of yours. Without your warm-ups then you may be beaten. Perhaps Kaori and Yoshito should spar as well just until the others arrive. It is a good way to kill time, after all." He said and smiled.

After that he withdrew his katana and faced Victorique to see if she would participate.

[Assistant]
While the headmaster was waiting for others to show up, Hanzõ too sat in wait. Very near actually, high up on the branch of a tree, his eyes closed and his ears catching everything that was going on below. He was quite sure that he was completely invisible to others right now. That would be good enough for him, he would follow them from a distance, today along with this mission he would have a perfect opportunity to observe the students, and the Headmaster, from afar before joining forces with them. Afterall, they were his classmates. Inexperienced and clueless, but he had to admit that something at the back of his head felt that some of them show some promise in the path of Kurai.

Unfortunately as for now, he would not see that much. He opened his eyes and glances down towards the others, apparently Headmaster saw it fit to test one of his students right now. hopefully he would give out some pointers that might save someone's life at the end of the lesson. The Headmaster was young. Hanzõ hoped that he was only young, not foolish too, for his plans would be completely bashed if the Headmaster went on ahead and got himself and the students killed on the second day of the school. Well, it could not be helped. If things seemed too bad, Hanzõ would have to do something about it himself. What, a, bother.

-Might include typoes, eyes are kinda hazy-

[User]
Winterfield-san...It has to be Winterfield-san. Only she would do something like this. thought Hikaru as he hung upside-down from a tree.

Let's turn back the clock a bit.

The previous afternoon and evening -after giving up on trying to be a tough guy in front of two demons in the guise of girls- had actually not been that bad. Granted, the two girls had left for a while to do their own thing, leaving the room to himself.

For a little while, he thought about the fact that his roommates were both girls, but he felt it was okay. He wasn't exactly into them after that first encounter. Although... he was curious about one thing. Their bodies, of course! What, were you expecting something else? There were so many rumors spoken by both boys and girls that the quality of their looks was a mystery even to himself, and he's usually a good judge when it comes to these things.

Hikaru had ended up shoving the matter to the side, as he didn't want to think about them much for a bit. Instead, he turned his attention to the exercise earlier that day. He had no idea how it worked, but he guessed that was his own fault. He didn't understand how to apply it that way.

Don't get him wrong, he knew how to use it. He had to have learned something by now, but he really never showed it. After all, it was just basic stuff. Besides, Hikaru never really learned much more than it anyway, so the little wall technique was just not possible for him. Still, it was fun to play around with.

He spent some time fiddling with a few orbs of light, just turning them into different stuff. A ball, a die, a Den-Den Daiko- He really just did it to pass the time. He stopped before either of his roommates returned. Even doing something like that kinda takes some energy out of him. He couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but he knew that what he was doing earlier contributed to him falling asleep quickly.

He woke up this morning to the smell of toasted bread, and found that his roommates had left him breakfast. Hikaru accepted the meal and ate it all...then he realized that he was late for class...again...

Hikaru ran through the hall just like the day before, and made it to the class once more. He had no doubt in his mind that his teacher probably saw him as an annoyance by now. He sat down in his seat, looking down.

The class passed by, and he found himself heading over to the meeting place of the mission. It was mandatory, so he really didn't have much of a choice, but that didn't mean that he felt comfortable about it. Chasing off bandits wasn't exactly something he thought he'd have to do.

He saw some of the others meeting up ahead, and started running over to get there faster. He passed by the tree that Kaori was sleeping against, and the next thing he knew he was strung up to the tree by his leg.

And here we are.

Hikaru looked up to the branch that the other end of the rope was tied onto. When he saw Victorica up in the tree as well, he gave her an unamused look. He didn't exactly glare at her, because the trap wasn't that bad, and she had this mischievous aura about her. Still, it was annoyong, and right next to Kaori, which would probably put her in a bit of danger too if she woke up.

Not wanting to continue looking like an idiot, Hikaru climbed the rope. It wasn't really that hard, and it wasn't as if he didn't pick anything up from the school. He still got a bit stronger. All he really needed to do was grab hold of the thing and work from there.

Once he got up to the branch, Hikaru pulled himself onto it, and undid the knot around his leg.

Hikaru took a moment to catch his breath, and the proceeded to say,

"Why is there a trap by the tree!?"


[System]
Alias: Blitz

Position: eleventh grade (high school junior)

Abilities/powers: Electricity manipulation/generation - Shawn has the ability to control, direct, and create electricity from his body. He is essentially a living, rechargeable battery

Electromagnetic manipulation - a sub power to his electricity manipulation, Shawn has also started to learn how to control electromagnetic fields, using them and warping them to his aid. This is very much a lesser power to Shawn, and he can only use it to assist with his electricity manipulation.

Plasma Absorption- Shawn can absorb any form of plasma and take it into his body, storing it for later use. However, he can only hold so much before it starts to have negative effects on his body, warping his senses and even causing body spasms. The level of plasma he is holding can usually be discovered through his eyes.

electrical immunity- due to his abilities, Shawn does not feel pain from electricity, nor to outside electrical forces have any effect on his body, unless it is an inhuman amount and something not even he can contain.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 16 - May 7th, 1983

General appearance:

Shawn stands at five feet, eight inches, Not as tall as his titan of a mother, but he is already taller than his father. Though he has a rather lithe build, he's strong enough to tackle most problems with his body, though he prefers to use his powers over brute force.

Additional Appearance/costume:

More of a prototype than anything, Shawn rigged up his own suit with the assistance of those in the school. The faceplate beneath the visor of the motorcycle helmet has small nodes on the inside to interact with Shawn's powers, allowing him to change the colors of the mask at will. The entire suit is lined in a similar way, the crevasses glowing with the activation of his powers, much like the suits from the movie TRON.

Personality:  Though a self proclaimed 'chiller', Shawn is at the point in his life where he is so stressed out that it has made him numb and even. He swears that he's listening, especially when his head is propped up with his arm and there's a trail of droll leaking from his mouth. He does try, though. He is a bit of a perfectionist in the few things he can actually focus on, but otherwise airy to the world around him. He is the worst combination of "driven to take on the world" and "could not get off the couch for unlimited money". He likes to talk, mindless chatter and banter during fights, but mostly just whispering conversations and thoughts to himself, slinging thoughts and ideas around from him to himself.

Special Skills: Escrima Stick proficiency, Tonfa proficiency, moderate athleticism, moderate wiring skills.

Place of birth: Massachusetts, USA

Weapon(s) of choice: Shawn... borrowed, two old police batons to work with his powers, juicing them up with delicious electricty to pack an extra punch.

Medical information: Fit as a fiddle.

Brief History:Born to a hearty Irish mother and immigrant father, Shawn was raised in a house of mixed cultures was was spectacularly odd. Both of his parents were mutants, his mutations being an amalgamation of theirs. When his powers came, his family welcomed them with open arms, and the town was curious, but not negative of his abilities. However, his parents could only teach him so much. He was sent off to the Xavier school to further hone his powers and help those in need.

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

Name: Doctor Booker "Blake" Smith, PhD

Alias: Lightsmith

Position: Student Councilor, Therapist, Substitute Teacher

Abilities/powers: Light Manipulation, "Hard Light Constructs" - Blake has the ability to channel "Mana" and create solid structures out of light. The strength of the constructs depends on how much mana he makes it out of, and is also dependent on his physical energy. His constructs can shatter if he is not strong enough, and he can make them move and morph at will.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 36 years old, 2/5/1963

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

Personality:Lax and Easygoing, Blake was a part of one of Professor Xavier's first classes after the Apocolypse incident, and only left the institute to get his degree in psychology. He returned to the institute to help Charles and stand in for any of the big X-men and women when they could not teach their own classes. Not exactly a hippy or a guru, but he does sometimes drift into those categories.

Special Skills: Doctorate in Psychology, pistol training, combat training.

Place of birth: California

Weapon(s) of choice: His constructs, namely. He has an emergency pistol that he can pour mana into and fire light, but hardly uses it.

Medical information: (Any medical conditions your character may have, not a necessity)

Brief History:

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

[User]
Heidi slowly got to her feet. Emma was right. There were no casualties despite this group of ill-experienced, volatile mutants going up against somebody with such a dangerous power. Even so, Heidi knew she needed to be prepared next time. She was already starting to think of scenarios and plans that would have had a strong chance of working. She just didn't think of them back then. She didn't want to think of them back then. She was scared. She didn't want to handle the responsibility, because if she ordered everyone to follow one of her plans and it didn't work due to the millions of margins for error that not even she could take into account, and somebody got seriously hurt as a result of that, the guilt would cripple her for life and she knew it.

She had known she'd taken a tumble through the window, but she'd pushed that to the back of her mind while she was focused. Now she no longer was, and the adrenaline was wearing off. Her body was aching, and every single small cut she received from the glass started to sting. It didn't help that her brain is twice as sensitive to pain as everybody else's. Without another word, she slowly walked towards the transport.

---

Heidi entered the transport with a red face, puffy, glistening bloodshot eyes, and slightly wet lines down her cheeks from each eye. She sniffed, and sat down. With a voice that started off wavering, but steeled itself into a clear, calm and concise pace and volume, she recounted all the events of this mission from her perspective to the listening Sage, from her noticing the floor, to getting sick, to being blasted through the window, to watching the fight with the mysterious mutant, to charging up Shawn, to the mutant's escape. All of it very well explained and detailed though still to the point, with a very lean and conservative choice of words to convey the most meaning in the least amount of time. Heidi didn't even know she was doing this. Running through every possible way to word a sentence and choosing the best one just came naturally to her. At least, it did for reports and factual descriptions. When it came to actually conversing normally with people, that was a completely different matter.

[Assistant] There was a small jolt when the plane began to move straight up, and Bonny looked out the window to see the ground grow farther and farther away. It was a little nerve wracking, seeing the ground move away so quickly, but luckily they started to fly forward after they had gotten some altitude. She continued to look out the window for a little bit, watching the now tiny people and cars drive and walk around, before her escort grabbed her attention again. Remy. His name was Remy. "Nice to know your name, Remy. I'm Bonny, as I've… already said and you already knew". She furrowed her brow for a second in thought before speaking again. "You used to teach there though, right? What's it like? What did you used to teach? And do you just pick up random students that are found that you have no idea what they do and escort them now for a living, or is this like a side job or something?" He seemed like a drama teacher to her, with how… dramatic he was, but that wasn't the most pressing question she had posed. There was silence for only a second as she added one last question to the pile; one that she thought she should know the answer to, "Do … do the people there know what my powers are?". The last question held a tone of nervousness to it- she would prefer to keep that information to herself for as long as she safely could. In case people got … uncomfortable around her.

[User]
When Heidi entered the transport, Sage was already working on her report. A quick mental note by Emma alerted her about Heidi being there to help on the report. Sage smiled at the younger woman, patting the seat next to the pilots seat for Heidi to sit in. "Lay it on me, tell me whatever you can." She urged. Her hand pushed a button on the side of the console, activating a microphone of some sort to record Heidi's report.

Sage listened intently, taking her own notes and comparing them to everything that Heidi was telling her. It was clear, concise, and told her exactly what Sage needed to know. Once she was done, Sage smiled once more, noting Heidi's ragged appearance and teary face. She had obviously cried a little, which was nothing to feel bad about. It was Heidi's humanity showing. Pain was sometimes the best way to remind one that they were human.

"Hey, kid." Sage stressed to use a little more compassion to ease the tension. "You guys have to work on teamwork, but you did well against a completely unknown and powerful opponent. Sure, the plan backfired. Shawn's unconscious, and we have an escaped criminal, as well as a ruined bank." She paused, shrugging as she layed down all of the cons of the mission. "But in the end, you managed to pull together, even for a little bit. You trusted in Shawn to load him up, and he was willing to take that to try and stop our Nuke-man. You acted like a scout team when we first landed, like you should have. You might have been a little late on the whole working as a team thing, but in light of facing an unexpected foe, you guys walked out like champions."

---

Emma continued to look around. Using her telepathy, She was able to locate a good number of the students still in the bank. However, there was one that wasn't. It was Chrys, who had disappeared after the blast. She set two fingers on her temple, focusing on Booker to speak to him.

"Blake. Chrys is up on the rooftop. He's unconscious, but alive. You should set him on a stretcher to ensure that nothing gets moved around." Via telepathy, Emma spoke to the therapist turned team overseer.

Booker was quick to get the message, and bowed his head forward in thanks. He waved his hands about, creating a platform to lift himself up to the top of the roof. "Thanks, Emma. I'll keep him still in a construct until we get back to the mansion." There was no way for them to tell what kind of injuries he suffered, so it was for the best to treat it like any serious injury.

He rose to the roof and found Chrys laying on the ground. Booker stepped off of his platform as it disappeared from underneath him to set foot on the roof proper. If only Booker had been there sooner, so many casualties could have been avoided. It brought back a painful memory, one that Booker thought had been put to rest. He knew that it was going to be a while until he could put closure on that one again.

As he and Emma discussed, Booker waved his hands again, lifting Chrys carefully onto a stretcher construct. It floated effortlessly, and followed Booker back down to the ground, and back to the transport. He should also probably set one up for Shawn, maybe set the two unconscious young men into one really wide stretcher to save a little space.

He walked back with heavy footsteps back to the transport, where he found Sage at the pilot's seat. A silent nod was shared between them, and Booker looked around for Nate and Shawn.

---

A smirk spread across Remy's face. Oh the days when he taught at the Academy. Those were interesting times. He compared himself to the resident councilor and therapist, but with love. There was a chuckle, his eyes focused on the skies ahead. "That I did, that I did. I was the teacher of physical relations and intimate biology. Sexual Education. I enjoyed it well enough, I taught my own way, and upset Scott Summers. What more could a man ask for?" Another laugh, his eyes glancing over at the girl next to him.

"The Professor has my phone number. Whenever he needs a favor that is a little more difficult to pull off in a legal fashion, he calls me. In the case of you, I just happened to be the closest one to both deliver the letter to you, as well as deliver you to the academy." This wasn't something that he did all the time, if that was what she was asking. Of course, back in his teaching days, he did delight in informing both the young men and women about the best ways to keep themselves and their partners happy, even if it resulted in... ill behavior by the students. Not everyone in the academy liked Remy, but he could easily like everyone.

Then there was her last question. That was a little harder to answer, given his current position, but he tried, with a moment of thought, to give her his best explanation. "I will let you in on a secret. There is a device in the academy that allows a powerful telepath to locate other mutants. Professor Xavier was the first to know. When you accepted the invitation, you also allowed further... vetting, to be done. This involves the board discussing your school life, social life, and mutations, so that they can accurately decide how each specific mutant can be..." He paused once more, trying to look for the right set of words to explain, without trying to make it sound like some evil council. "They discuss you, and change things accordingly so that you'll fit in comfortably."

Another laugh, this time longer than either of the two before. "I digress. You wanted to know who knows about your mutation, yes?" He sighed, apologizing silently for that needless explanation. "Only the staff currently knows. Your school transcripts made sure that you'll be in the same or similar classes here, as you were back home. All of your teachers will be extra aware, and you won't have to worry about a roommate."


[System]
Appearance
Age
23
Occupation (Before The Tradgedy)
He was a high-paid mercenary, fighting in illegal wars, that the U.S. government supported.
 Personality
Think spiderman, but thuggish.
Bio
I am afraid I will have to pass on this section, it makes for a much better roleplaying experience when you are forced to discover the personality and background of another character.
Weapons
Two fully-automatic silenced handguns
One Spreadshot Plasma Caster
Two short-handed electron blades
Other
Your nuclear weapons don't scare me.

[User] Spencer was in the front of a large jeep enough to fit 10 people. His foot was pressing down on the accelerator, and he was grinning at the insane speed he was going at. "Ok, my little humans!" He yelled to the back. "We should reach camp in about 10 minutes! Try and survive my epic driving skills for that long!" His glasses seemed to be firmly pressed against his nose, and his intelligent yellow eyes glowed with joy behind them.

[Assistant]
Ved
 He held on, the rough driving skills Spencer was known for always rocked his stomach, which was surprising for someone who once made a career by leaping from planes into war-zones. He gripped the jeep hard, his fingers indenting the metal exterior and creating surefire grips. His Exo-Powered suit increased his strength and speed drastically, as well as being water-proof, hermetically sealed, and equipped with a vocal dilution module, his voice came out as a deep, distorted robotic sound. Many members of his party whispered that he was actually an AI robot with a sense of humor. However, a few members could easily prove that wasn't the case.
 "Think you could slow down a bit?"
 His mechanical voice asked rhetorically, his feet shifting to balance him out on the flat ledge of the jeep. Due to the fact that he had the strongest grip of the party, he was always opted out to stand on the outside of the vehicle, holding on for dear life. Although frankly, he could likely run alongside the vehicle and keep up at a steady pace.

[User] Cash sat in the backseat of the jeep he had taken off his flip flops and tried to relax by reading an old porn mag he had found in this wicked bunch many scavenges "Fucking knew it" he said as he read the article pertaining details about a then current-governors scandal of forcing one of his male secretaries to have a sex-change. He toke long drag from his cigarette and looked over his magazine to see Amber staring at him with disgust "Whats the matter dear? Are you disappointed that i am giving this magazine more attention then you"

[Assistant] Spencer growled. "Slow down my fucking ass!" He yelled to Ved. "This should be one of the funnest things you'll do all year!" He had a history of thinking that breaking the old speed limits was just like cycling in the forest if you like cycling and nature. He knew the rest of the team begged to differ usually but he didn't care. He tugged on the steering wheel and the Jeep veered right. "Ok lads and ladesses we are taking an itty-bitty shortcut, right down this hill. If you get a bramble lodged in your arm, don't blame me!" He yelled, his husky British voice sounding more relaxed than usual. He loosened his grip on the wheel, and leaned back in his chair. The jeep flew forwards, with Spencer navigating it through. "Oh yeah! Woohoo!" He yelled, grinning like a moron. After 20 seconds, the jeep landed in front of a set of tents, where the team had set up a camp a few days ago. "We have arrived! Thank you for taking Spencer Wilson driving services, we will see you soon!" He said, before his eyes turned to Cash and Amber looking pissed with each other. He marched over yanked the porn mag out of Cash's hand and said, "Break it up, love birds!" @Billsomething @Aphelion

[User]
Sucker had approximately zero experience riding in automotive vehicles, so this was something entirely new to him.

New and terrifying.

Feeling vaguely nauseous, he pulled his knees to his chest and quickly put them back on the ground upon discovering that it made the jostling worse. Then their driver (Spencer seemed oddly joy-filled about the abhorrent mode of the ride) starting whooping and the car flew forward--along with Sucker. The ride from hell was over, but he remained on the jeep's floor, shuddering and covered in sweat.

"A--" Cue disgusted sigh. "Are all cars like that?" He asked no one in particular, and then:

"Those women, on that magazine--why are they dressed like that?"

[Assistant] Having put on his flip flops before he exited he jeep he saw that Amber was still pretty Pissed about his comment earlier he himself was pretty miffed at the fact that Spencer had taken his magazine away. he heard Punch ask him a question about his Stag so he told him "They where Models Punch" as he toke out another Stick and lit up he then noticed his mag had been put on the table outside his tent so he walked up to it and grabbed it, handed it to Punch "But if you want to know more about it Ask Jess she's a trained educator or read it oh wait you can't right?"@Rick Sanchez

[User] Spencer looked at Cash and Sucker talking. "Don't read that, it's like and 18 plus! He yelled. "I can pull out a lawsuit, or at least I could before this happened!" He gestured to the wasteland they were in. "Oh I know! I could make a time machine, then bring a judge here! Oh, wait going backwards in time is impossible, right? Oh I know! I'll send him a text then bring him here! Wait, we have no Wifi or phones, right?" He slapped himself on the forehead and groaned. "Oh, and Cash, Jess is a footie coach right? Then why would she have in-depth info about, you know, adultery? Why was she a featured article? Oh Lord I should write a song about that!" He ran to the front of the jeep and unzipped a case, to reveal a guitar. "Jess! The porn star!" He said quietly, strumming his guitar. "She gonna go far, that little porn star!" He giggled silently.

[Assistant]
Ved
As he ripped himself from the dents in the jeep, he lightly smacked Spencer on the back of the head.
"You know you're a little shit, right?"
He asked playfully as he walked into the tent, opening the sun panel on the top and activating his solar chargers. He sat down, his chest panel wide open and absorbing sun.
 "God I needed this."
He groaned pleasantly as his suit began to charge.
 "Any of you assholes have an extra cigarette?"
He yelled out of his tent, not having consumed any nicotine in about three days. Their last hunting trip had exhausted his tobacco supply, and so he was forced to resort to buming smokes off the rest of his crew.

[User]
*walks over to one of the tents, while watching everyone look at the porn magazine*
"Men!" i said, while sitting down.

[Assistant]
"Don't read that! It's like, 18+!"

The words barely registered as he flipped through the book. More interesting than the words were the pictures, so he didn't understand what all the fuss over reading it would be about--his ears grew red at a girl in short overalls. Judging by how the "words" were still meaningless black squiggles, Cash was right--he couldn't read.

"Don't worry, Spencer, I can't read, and--" His voice grew quieter and to himself, "And what's SHE modelling?!"

His eyes bugged at a picture of a woman whose outfit was less clothes than skin and sideboob. While Spencer was distracted in his nonsense-episode of rhythm and drivel and being smacked by Ved, Sucker glanced up at Cash and muttered under his breath to the man, "Cash? Can...can I borrow this? F-for reading?"

[User]
Cash had no idea what the fuck Spencer was on about or maybe hes tripping on some bad shroom but Spencer was sorta right Jessie was a coach not a biology teacher maybe Spencer Yeah no the lawyer was a nice guy that's why we let him lead but hes a bit to loss to teach the boy.

Perhaps Ved coul no that just stupid why did he even think of handing the boy To the soldier bitch speaking of the soldier he noticed him looking at his tent and he just knew that the bitch was thinking of his briefcase of smokes (which where actually laced with weed so yeah) "sure Punch" he said as he ruffled the younger boy's hair "but don't tell anyone i gave you that"

[Assistant] Spencer laighed slightly at Sucker and said, "I know you can't read, kid! It's just kind of inappropri-" he never finished his sentence. He had walked over to Sucker and seen some of the pictures. "Can, I read it as well?" He squeaked. He suddenly shook his head, and said. "Fine, you want to read it, read on kid! Just show me the really sexy stuff! For, um, checking if it's appropriate?" It was odvious he just liked the magazine and wanted to see, more. "Cash, where did you find that? Where there more of these, types of publication in there, if you know what I mean? Just wondering." He asked, seriously. @Billsomething

[User]
Sucker wasn't a fan of being touched without his permission, so when Cash ruffled his mop-top of hair he jerked his head back but grinned his thanks anyways. He wasn't a fan of being bookended by taller people, either, and jumped from his perch on the jeep's floor and stood to the side of the two men.

"Sure thing, look at this one," He pointed to the picture of his crush, Ms. Sideboob & Stockings, and tilted the mag so Spencer could see. "Is that appropriate?"

@Billsomething

[Assistant]
Cash looked Spencer and with a grin he laid his arm on his shoulder then pointed him towards the trunk of the jeep "There should be more under my dope" Spencer who looked a bit shocked at Cash's admission of keeping dope in the trunk but that quickly changed when realized that Cash had more stag but they where quickly torn from the thoughts when Punch jumped to the side of the two men and asked "Is that appropriate?" showing off Quite The Beauty. Spencer seemed to be on the verge of fainted but Cash? Cash Just grinned And told Punch "Yes it is punch but get going with that to yer tent we don't wan't any of the girls to take that away from now do we?"
@Rick Sanchez

[User]
Ved
"Still waiting for that cigarette." He said with a chuckle, stepping out of his tent with a chuckle and a stretch. He walked by and snatched the magazine from Sucker, glancing at the open pages and handing it back.
"If I find any ruined socks around here you're gonna have hell to pay."
He stated with a smirk behind his head-gear. He tried to act as a father-figure for the entirety of the crew, as the safest person within his powerful suit, he had more than once jumped between a mutant and a team-mate. His interest was soley based on their safety and he proved it regularly.