[System]
High Elf | 301 | Female

Appearance
Tall lithe and Blonde with eyes of striking blue, Kyra is the very picture of a highborn elf maiden. Her sorceress powers lead her to neglect her physique somewhat so she isn't as well muscled as many of her kindred. Though her features are elegant she lacks the sharp edges which give some elves a haughty and ethereal beauty

Personality
Upon first appearence, Kyra (as she calls herself to avoid terrible attempts at pronouncing her name) presents herself as friendly and easy going. She seems to embody the positive traits of her kind, appearing friendly, wise, giving and benevolent while working hard to mitigate the natural haugtiness of the long lived and most civilized of races.

All of this is a pose.

As an elven maiden of a hundred summers Kyra accepted a dare from some of her fellow elves to gaze into the waters of a forbidden spring. In the rippling waters she beheld the image of Volduressë the outcast Goddess of the Dark Elves. The Banished Queen showed her the strands of the future and the pain and suffering she would endure throughout her long life if she persisted on her current path. She also showed Kyra a glimpse of what she might become, the power she might wield if she gave herself over to the worship of the Elven Goddess. Kyra agreed and returned to her people, outwardly unchanged and laughing the experience off as nothing more than another legend without any basis in fact. Inside however she was forever changed. Her heart became calculating and cruel, after the fashion of her new Mistress she began to long for chaos and destruction, forsaking the path of light and civilization to follow the dark impulses that her kin had spent so long in suppressing.

Background
* Woods Witch
* Sorceress
* Heritage

History
Kyra has left the silver cities of her people and walked among the lands of men, spreading discord and strife wherever she goes but always with the craft and patience of her kind. She has come to the Black Wood at the behest of Volduressë who has communicated to her in dreams and visions that the key to the next stage of her ascension lies within...

Motivation
Amass power. Smite enemies. Please Volduressë.

Capabilities

Attributes

Combat [1/1]

*

Intelligence [1/1]

* Alchemy
* Botany
* Literacy
* Religion

Charisma [1/1]

* Deception
* Mongering
* Seduction
* Diplomacy

Health [1/1]

*
*
*

Faculties [1/1]

* Concentration
* Willpower

Agility [1/1]

*

Mysticism [3/3]

* Sorceress - Weaver

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Equipment
* Sword
* Idol of Volduressë
* Alchemical Equipment

Money
7 Royals
17 Lordlings
21 Commons

Languages
Elven
Northern

Bewitch:
With a wiggle of your fingers and a few choice words, you can alter someone's outlook unless they are particularly strong willed.

Dazzling Eyes:
When you meet eyes with someone you can choose to cast this spell. Like a spark, it'll set men's (or women's if they are so inclined) hearts racing and sear you into their memory.

Beguiling lips:
Your most powerful enchantment. A thorough kiss and they will be under your spell for a limited time.

Polymorph:
You can turn any man-sized creature or smaller into a sheep, goose, duck, etc. Can only be cast once per post.

Warpbolt:
You pull magic from the Fey realm to bend reality and send a fairly dangerous missile of chaos at a foe.

Shocking Jolt:
When you grab or strike someone, you can send 200 volts into their body. More damaging if you use both hands.

Glide or Blink:
You can choose between letting your character glide on command for a short length of time, or letting them disappear and appear elsewhere within 20 feet or so. Your choice.

Parlor Tricks:
You can snap and make a small flame appear, make sparkles on your hands, pull a card out of your sleeve, make your voice louder, anything that is relatively minor and fairly harmless.

[User]
Kyiriniae'aea surveyed the tower with approval, there was much to do to make it a truly acceptable dwelling place, but her minds eye was already hard at work, picturing a fire, carpets and proper illumination. There would need to be some provision for defense of course, the presence of the gundarogs attested to that, but there would be time for that, and she had an inkling of how to go about it. First though she needed to take a thorough inventory of her newfound lair. What had happened to the previous occupant? It seemed unlikely given the disarray of the library that they would return. Well if they did she would deal with that as she always did. There was the human child to deal with as well which was irritating but necessary if she was to persist in this place, it represented to great an opportunity for her simply to kill the creature or let it be eaten.

It was unwise to leave her new found minions alone for too long, there was another task she needed them for before she dismissed them, but the lure of the strange and obviously magical items was too much to resist. She approached the archway first, given its prominence and possible function as a potential ingress to her new home. Circling it she ran her fingers over the stones, attempting to gain some sort of insight into its function, but merely physical interaction did not seem to be enough. Stretching out a thin finger she crouched down and touched the bottom of the arch, drawing the pad of the digit up the stone in a long rainbow like curve, following the arch and reaching out with her magical faculties...

Activating the arch = 8 (5+3)

[Assistant]
Intuition = 4 + 1 = 5

"I could ask nothing else of you fine duo, and I must give thanks to what words you have offered." Emilio would make for a bow as he stepped onto land. Checking on his donkey he'd make sure the cart was on firm ground before looking over it as well mindful of the rocking of the boat had knocked anything loose. An apple that had loosely rolled to the bottom of the cart and bruised itself was picked up and given as a treat to his animal. A hand would follow a growing smile as he stroked his companion's face.

Making sure everything was accounted for he'd gesture an offer for his dwarvern friend to board the cart. "Best for us to get moving and letting the fellows get on their own way then right Wēlanandaz?" Barely waiting for the dwarf's own answer he'd quickly move to set off down the path. There was common enough folk tale and legends of any random place being haunted and dangerous, but the merchant knew well enough that there was at least an inkling of truth to even the most baseless one. Better safe than sorry was a tried and true practice on the road and one he would not stray from now. If any oddity lay in the path ahead he'd trust his base gut feeling for the time at least. He had managed it this far after all.

Deep rooted and wooded forests were not the typical locales the Dre Costan had found himself traveling through before for the most part, especially in these rougher conditions. Obviously the path had been carved and managed to some extent though not enough for their sort to be the most common travelers. The man would keep his eyes sharp and looking about as the clatter of wooden wheels against the path matched the clops of the donkey's own hooves.

"Well, it'll be some hours at least until we see some sort of men again." He'd speak out, though not as verbose and energetic as on the shoreline. "I would wonder your thoughts at times like these, my otherwise stoic and stone-faced colleague." The hint of sarcasm in his voice would at least be obvious in the choice of adjectives used.

@POOHEAD189

[User]
When Kyiriniae'aea activated the archway with her energies, it became horribly clear not a moment later that the elven maiden should have activated the crystal ball prior, for she felt the very energy of her being sucked into what seemed an endless void of nothingness. Her very soul was stretched like a dislocated arm, and it was only mercifully pushed back within her once the archway coalesced energies borne of her magics. To say she felt drained was an understatement, though what appeared next would be far, far worse.

The archway swirled with multicolored energy of pure chaos as the very structure itself sparked with eldritch, purple lightning every few moments that audibly cracked and sizzled. Though the air in the chamber was stilled, the sorceress could feel a strange ebb and flow of magic with her magesight, like kicked up dust from some explosion that served as a portent of doom. It was after five long seconds that the visitor appeared.

At first, one clawed foot stepped into the material plane, for he approached. Then the next laid bare upon the stone, for he approached. A staff of blacksteel crowned with a demonskull materialized before her eyes, for he approached. Scaled skin the color of stained oak mixed with dead blood showed from his entrance, for he approached. His robes were suddenly palpable and colored purple, yet shimmered as if coated with black spider silk, for he approached. It was his face she saw last. A draconic visage, lipless and sunken like skin barely clinging to a vicious skull, with two large, sloped horns framing its snout. Upon his brow were three eyes, the center clearly made of some unknown precious gemstone.

Once fully out of the portal, Kyiriniae'aea saw the thing, fully seven feet in height. If she used her magesight, she saw it was at least two long strides above her in power and knowledge, though there was no telling what it or he was. It was obvious even if she weren't so drained, she had no real chance of bewitching the thing and could likely harm it enough to make it angrier. She heard a low growl emanate from its throat, as if it were the broken engine of some Dwarven machine.

"What realm is this?" It asked aloud, though she could tell it was asking itself rather than her. It's voice was three voices, or perhaps it echoed within its throat thrice, for they sounded very deep and similar. All at once, its three eyed gaze fell upon Kyiriniae'aea, scrutinizing her as if she were a squirrel that had wandered into a living room. "A fairy..." it said, referring to the archaic forms of the Elves before they were gifted larger bodies by the Gods so long ago. "Why did you call Gekir'vash'ni'k'kashnik'ash here?"

Suddenly, the tension was broken when a wail rose up from neither of them, and both saw the form of the baby in the bag, shaking its fists and crying. The warlock, for it indeed had the energy signature of such a thing, tilted its head curiously. It's curiosity was likely the only thing from killing the sorceress at the current moment. "A child?"

Oh FUCK! Well, you can...um, you got a lot of options. Clearly there are no easy ones. You could attempt to unsummon him, though I wouldn't try unless you're feeling really lucky. You could try to lie and bargain with what you have to save your own skin, or you could blink away though he either chases you or you lose your tower. Or you could surprise me!

[Assistant]
Kyiriniae'aea felt her mouth go dry as the demon, awesome in its power, stepped through the portal. She had a queasy feeling that she had come within a hair's breadth of her own soul being sucked through the portal to feed the thing. For a heartbeat she considered fleeing, but it seemed unlikely that if the thing really wanted her that she was going to be able to fly far and fast enough to avoid that fate. Instead she threw herself to the ground in obeisance scrapping her knees and spreading her arms wide.

"A tool mighty Gekir'vash'ni'k'kashnik'ash, a pawn to aid in my designs," she informed the demon thing in her most reverential tone. She fought against the cold sweat the prickled the back of her neck, forcing herself to remain calm and think rationally. The demon thing was the most powerful entity she had yet encountered, but power did no always equate to guile.

"I have called you forth to seek knowledge which only you possess," she lied glibly.

"I have prepared a sacrifice for you, two gundarogs, my most faithful servants, stand at the base of this tower, teach me of your arts o great one, and they shall be but the first souls that I lay before you taloned feet," she entreated, warming to her subject as she remained unobliterated. Carefully she risked a glance up at the creature, resolving to blink for the window if it didn't appear that this were going well.

Diplomacy - 8 (6+2)


[System]
(Japanese nomenclature, so Yuki is the first name)
Age:
10
Gender:
Female

Personality:
Yuki is a bit hyperactive. Always running around, and never gets tired. Plays lots of games and plays tricks on people from time to time. She has hidden her background well in society, so she has grown up happily. She is friendly, and gets along with others, despite the tricks she plays on them. She cares for most humans and cares for other Cursed Children. Yuki herself knows how fortunate she is in comparison to almost any other Cursed Child.

Appearance:

History:
Ten years ago, a pair of young scientist, were involved in two different fields to fight off against the gastrea. The first was Kirihaya Shou. Studying under one of the great geniuses involved in the New Humanity Creation Plan, he studying varanium and the possibilities in the human body. The other was Kirihaya Ayame, studying the gastrea virus itself and the possibility of a vaccine. The two of them were a very loving couple, whom just had their first child. That child's name was Kirihaya Yuki.

Kirihaya Yuki was one of the Cursed Children, but due to their scientific background, the Kirihaya's held onto their girl, they thought it would be a chance to discover something new. However, as the years went by, they grew attached to their little girl. The bundle of energy that she was, learning about her scorpion model and how much she loved to play around.

One day, however, they found out something, her scorpion model, the Parabus Transvaalicus's toxin was actually destroying her own body from the inside. Yuki was vomiting blood as the enzymes of the toxin ate at her intestines. Unsure of what else to do, her father, Kirihaya Shou, performed an operation, making her a mechanical soldier Cursed Child. Changing her intestinal organs and providing a container for her venom, Yuki's corrosion process was slowed miraculously. She also obtained several abilities, such as a small repulsion barrier, able to deflect simple attacks and mixing many kinds of bimolecular and chemical substances together.

As time went on, it was harder and harder to keep Yuki hidden from all of the eyes in the city. The Kirihayas decided to fake their own death, before vanishing from the regular world. They now live off helping Cursed Children. Fostering them and helping them to live. There are some older Cursed Children, whom, saw them with disdain at first, but realised they were not as bad as they first thought. In the small society of Cursed Children, the Kirihayas were able to develop a shot which slowed down the erosion rate of the Cursed Children, allowing them to live a little longer.

Abilities:
As the same as other cursed children – High regenerative abilities, Superhuman strength and speed, Heightened senses
Model Specific – Hardening of skin, Tremor sensing and calculation, Faster speed and reflexes than other children, venom/chemical/biological mixing
Varanium parts - Several intestinal parts, extra organ sack for chemical venom/chemical/biological mixing (enhancing the mixtures), able to produce small repulsion barrier

Skills:
Master Spears-woman
Hand to hand combat expert
Great Javelin thrower
Understands and can manipulate high level chemistry and biology

Additional Info:
Model:

Weapons:
A spear and javelins. The javelins are pocket-sized and retractable. She is an expert spears-woman and has excellent throwing capabilities for her javelins. She spits on her javelins with her poison and hurls them to anchor or paralyze them with the poison. (Of course all made from varanium)

Venom:
Scorpions have the innate ability to create venom in their body, and have developed the ability to mix and change these venoms. The Parabuthus transvaalicus is especially well known for having different venoms and high lethality. Innately, Yuki has learned from her body how to mix different chemicals and peptides together to cause different toxins and antidotes. She has learned how to make numerous number of concoctions for different occasions. For healing wounds, for sleeping, for paralysis, for corroding organic and inorganic material and many more.

[User]
"Because we are a curious pair" Solias replied to the girl's question, giving a slight nod, indicating that he was listening. Home, and a play were cursed children lived were odd concepts to the two, and they exchanged looks, more wary then before. But there didn't seem to be any scent of deception, not that Hope could tell. Still, Hope would be wary for a long time. Solias trusted more easily, so Hope was happy to leave all the talking and anything else to him.

She'd just be looking for a knife in the back. But when the girl spoke of the Kirihaya family, she frowned. The kirihaya family had been who they had been looking for. No one should have known that, so perhaps this was genuine. "They are who we came to see" She said softly, glancing around them, wary still.

Solias looked to her, and took her hand, giving it a squeeze, before pulling her into the cabin. She sighed, and took her hand back, walking in on her own power, glancing around the cabin, and then back to Yuki, watching her with suspicion.

The inside of the cabin was homely, warm, but that just put Hope's back up more. The Kirihaya couple appeared to be middle aged, a nice looking couple. Solias, being the friendly person that he was, greeted them. "hello, Mr and Mrs Kirihaya. I'm Solias, and this is my sister, Hope. Your...hunter here came across us, I assume at your orders...but we were coming here anyway."

"Yes, we sent Yuki out to collect you, as you have been stealing" mr Kirihaya said, causing Hope to scoff.

"And while we steal, it prevents other children from stealing. I don't care if it's wrong. There are children starving, and you can't support them all. And every day, there are more cursed children born, more left to die. You can't keep us here"

"That's never our intention, merely to teach you to be independent without steal-"

"if that were possible, don't you think we would have done it by now, especially when we provide food to others? I suppose you want us to stop rescuing imprisoned and captured children, to? That's not going to happen"

"Hope-"

"no, solias, this is just another kind of prison! They keep the children here, because of the shots. Its just another form of control." While Hope thought it was good for cursed children to have a home, it nevertheless irked her that it just didn't seem...all together right. No matter how safe they thought they were, as well, normals would hunt them, and children would die. Hope had thought this was a bad idea from the start, but had gone along ith it because Solias had wanted to. Now, she turned away, and headed back outside, fully expecting Yuki to prevent her from leaving.

Hope would have relished that.

[Assistant]
Mai

Mai kept on coughing more blood as she slowly lost the strength in her arms and legs and had difficulties keeping herself upright. If she didn't get the knife out now it would probably end up not healing and keep on pouring out blood. With her last strength she placed both hands on the knife and made a swift movement backwards. The knife dropped down on the ground making a few more rinkling noises and ended up a few feet away from her. Blood came gushing out of her wound as she fell down to one knee. Mai slowly fell down on her side and made a small tuff onto the ground coughing up some more blood once she was lying down. Well atleast the wound could slightly heal now. A dark figure appeared in her vision as she was about to pass out. The person moved her into his arms and carried her up to the roof of one of the buildings. Mai gently smiled at him with a light trail of blood still by the corner of her mouth. Since her vision started to get blurry and it was harder to move she was only smiling in a general direction at him.

Once she was placed down on the bed the pain seemed to be already completely gone or maybe it was her senses that weren't working completely right by all the blood loss. Mai looked around her a little trying to figure out where she was or where the person had gone to but she could only see the blurry sky in front of her eyes. She heard the person talking but she couldn't see him. Mai softly started talking once she saw a dark figure in front of her "Thank you fo..." She went quiet and seemed to be staring into empty space. Only a few moments later she slowly closed her eyes and slowly let her drop slightly to the side and eventually passed out. However due to the quick regenerating abilities it wouldn't take that long to completely recover.

[User] Angelo sighed a little as he heard her thank him but in reality he wasn't going to let a girl die on the streets. He let her stay on his bed until she would feel better Angelo knew he would need to get some more food since he barely had enough to eat by himself. Angelo did have some small rations he was saving for a rainy day so this should qualify. He got a can of beans and put it next to her waiting for her to wake up again. Angelo did all he could with the limited supplies he had so all that was left was to see how she would recover. Angelo sat nearby just in case she needed something as he stared off to the sky and seeing the world from above even if Angelo barley lived at all it was enough just for the view everyday...

[Assistant]
Mai

Only after a short while she regained her consciousness again. She had only been unconsciousness for around ten minutes and already seemed to have some more color on her face and somewhat healthier. Mai slowly opened her eyes immediately seeing the boy sit next to her staring up into the sky. She noticed that she was lying on something soft that was to be assuming a bed and tightly pressed bandages around her middle. She felt happy he did help her but she didn't even know this person. There also didn't seem to be a way to escape right now so that was out of the option. There was still a irritating bonking pain in her head and some parts of her body still hurt from the fight. Mai slowly tried to sit herself upright by supporting herself with one of her hands. Once Mai was a few inches of the bed a stinging pain entered her back which made her scream out the pain of it. She dropped down to the bed again and had to struggle to keep her body from moving anymore. Small tears were dripping down her face as she was still moving most of her body except her back. She was afraid to say anything to the boy and kept quiet for now.

[User] he sighed a little when he heard her scream in pain instead of trying to talk to him. That was annoying, Angelo turned around and looked at her "don't worry your safe but you wont be leaving until the wound heals." Angelo said softly as he got the can of beans and opened it and he got a somewhat clean spoon and put it in the food and gave her the can. "eat up, its not much but its enough to keep you going" he said softly as he turned back around to stare at the sky for a while and he was still nearby in case she decided to talk. Angelo was like her most of his life, battling just to stay alive and making sure to keep the secret that he was a cursed child and that everyone would just think of him as an unfortunate orphan...

[Assistant]
Seeing the twins enter, Yuki decided to set the child she was carrying into one of the other cabins. Knocking on the door, she asked quietly, "Excuse me, Martha and Tadashi, would you mind taking care of this girl for the night.". The door opened, a boy, aged 14, named Tadashi yawned. He was normally asleep, but easily awoke. "What is it Yuki? Hm? This girl, do your parents know?"
"Not yet, I'll tell them later. I have to see what happens with a troublesome pair of twin wolves."
"So you were sent after wolves this time. Well good luck with that. They don't trust others outside of their pack often you know?"
"Yeah, they were aware of me the whole time. One seems more sensible than the other though."
Taking the child, Tadashi closed the door and went back to sleep.

Yuki could hear the whole conversation between her parents and the twins. It seems their names were Solias and Hope. Heading back to her home, she continued to listen. It seemed Hope was not trusting at all. Her brother, whether he was trusting or not, he seemed to be calm and collected. Solias was probably going to feel it out before not trusting them. Hope left first, Yuki saw the wolf girl coming out.

The girl seemed like she wanted a fight, wanted to let out that anger. Yuki just sighed. "You could really learn from your brother you know? At least let them say their piece."

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Back inside the house, Kirihaya Shou sighed, before looking at Solias and speaking. "Solias was it? I am sorry for any inconvenience we may have caused, but it seems your sister has taken everything the wrong way. The children here are free to do as they wish. Some have even left us. We give them the shots for them to use. If you head to the North, about 4km from here, you will find a boy of 17, named Kent. He decided to leave us, we have sent him a crate of 100 shots to help him. We visited him just yesterday, we helped him build a home for himself and he has a farm there. We do worry about him, since he has been exploring outside the monoliths."

Kirihaya Ayame then interrupted, "You are getting side-tracked dear. Anyway, we offer the children a way of living. Knowledge about farming, foresting, hunting. Helping them build homes, learning how to read and write. They can leave whenever they want. We encourage them not to leave before 14 though. One more thing, we protect the children here from the rest of society. When cursed children, such as yourselves, who have caused mischief have been found, we ask Yuki to get them. After they arrive, well, it is up to them. But if they continue their mischief, Yuki brings them in time and time again, till they stop, and try other things. So, we won't force you to stay here, but maybe you should think about what else you could be doing. Stealing can hurt others just as much as you are helping others. Farming hurts no-one, and you can share it as much as you like. If you do not trust us, you can go ahead and visit Kent, or just continue what you are doing."

Kirihaya Shou then stepped forward. "Here, take these. These are the Erosion Resistance Shots. They will help you live a bit longer without worrying about your corrosion rate too much. If you leave and do not continue to steal, come back some time and we will gladly give you more shots. We can even organise to deliver them to you, if you let us know where you will be, or where you want to pick them up from." The middle-aged man handed out a box, of 20 shots. It will last the twins 10 days.

The middle-aged couple then bowed and said farewell to the more sensible twin, the brother.


[System]
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:

If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.

She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.

Arcana: Devil
Personality:

Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.

The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.

All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.

If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.

She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.

Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.

Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.

Background:

Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.

As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.

She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.

The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.

So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.

Persona: Mordred
Appearance:

Abilities:

Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion

[User]
Ayano Wakahisa: Warakuma High
 Friday, May 15th
The day finally ended and Ayano couldn't help but sigh, she leaned back on her seat and stretched her arms. Today was a pretty hectic day, but she managed to pull through the lectures, well most of them anyway...Physics and Mathematics in general is still going to be a pain. But now, things are going to be a breeze! She hopes.

With the school day over and studying being the least of her worries for now, the girl decided to lay it low in the meantime and hang in the Anime and Manga club, she has received word that Akane's back in action. Her mind drifting to the unusual case, Ayano couldn't help but dabble into their strange choice of victims yet again, and how do these victims end up being saved after a few days, too? Could it be that there was some sort of group dedicated to saving and/or taking out this cult? Nah, the girl must be overthinking things again...Sleeping late because of video games does things to you...Shrugging off the thoughts, she walked on over to the club room.

Before she could enter, that big guy that keeps hanging with Akane crossed paths with her, Alexei was it?

"Just what sort of relationship do these two have?"

She thought to herself, they do seem pretty close. Shrugging to herself, the girl continued on to the club room, opening the door and entering...Seeing that Ryan and Akane had already beaten her here. So much for alone time.

Grabbing a nearby chair, Ayano began to sit down, observing her surroundings for a while. Ryan was reading Fullmetal Alchemist, not a bad read per se...Her attention diverting to Akane, Ayano grasped the opportunity to ask her some questions regarding her disappearance, besides she was just as every bit concerned about her as with everyone else, even if it didn't really show.

"So...Akane, what happened? You're fine, right? Don't feel anything abnormal?"

[Assistant]
Star Drop Cafe
15/5/2015 Friday

"Yes, I'd be happy to sit with you", he responded to Shizu. As he took his seat she began a familiar line of dialogue, but the server cut her off. It appears she wasn't to be working today, but spoke out of habit. After that, he left while Rui was left with Shizu and a menu.

"It's rare to see you here out of uniform", he began.

"Or... In uniform", in fact he never saw her in her school uniform, which was what he was referring to. He flipped through the menu a little bit, it was the menu she handed him while he was being seated.

"You seem to act like you're in uniform anyways, I guess there's no changing whats inside of you so easily", he was referring to Shizu's earlier reflex to serve a customer. She was visibly studying for the midterms coming up. It seems she felt more at home here, or for some other reason she chose this place to study. Rui wasn't sure whether or not to offer help, but he was going to stay for the cake. That said... What'd she say the specials were? Mobile suits, and there were some small plamo kits in the menu too to build... Maybe he should build one...

[User]
Shizuka Otonashi || Star Drop Cafe || May 15 FRI: After School
Once the other student responded positively to her offer, Shizu shoved the English notes and text book atop the table closer to her side. "I apologize for the slight mess, senpai. I've been skimming through my notes for an exam I'm nervous for, you see," she casually stated, before turning her attention back to the upperclassman. Slightly embarrassed at his mention of her slip out of habit, light rose hue tinted her cheeks. "Pa-Pardon me for that, it just... Feels natural for me to react in such way in this environment. But oh no, this set of uniform is another one of my creations, actually." Speaking of which, the violet haired girl had been reminded of something and started to rummage through her bag.

What came out of her bag, once she had located the whereabouts of the items, were pieces of paper with rough sketches drawn on them. With an excited expression upon her features, Shizu slid them over to Rui's side of the table and began, "Shinichi-senpai, please take a glance at these after you've placed your order. I sketched these during my free time, but I'm not exactly sure what sort of style you preferred so I drew what I believed might suit your features."

On them were several faceless figures with outfits that ranged from long coats to suits to turtle neck jackets that were far too unique to be called casual wear. If one knew enough, they would instantly get the impression that these were sketched with cosplay outfit in mind. Even so, the details of each color, specific features/handling, fabric quality and such were written in an informative manner on each design, as if they were carefully thought of. "I do hope they're not distasteful by your standards."

[Assistant]
Star Drop Cafe
15/5/2015 Friday

"Hm...? 'My' features...?", he was surprised she would do such a thing, but it was related to him, so he just had to see. As she handed the drawings to him, he began to look and shuffle through them. He went silent for awhile, looking at the meticulous detail. He was an artist himself, but he never really thought about clothes in this manner and depth, so it impressed him.

"These look pretty cool", he finally said.

"But... What are they? Costumes? Fashion design?", he would assume costumes... But then some of these seemed normal and stylish, but others looked suitable to be in a video game or anime. He waited for the girl to answer his question as he shuffled through them again. He realized he should probably order something soon, but he'd decided on his order already. Probably the Zaku Cake with a ramune or something.

[User]
Warakuma High // After School

With the mid-terms coming, the school's atmosphere was somewhat tense, with students stressing over their grades and making up for lost time by burying themselves in their books. Jun, on the other hand, had always been on top of her schoolwork and so kept rather calm about the whole matter. Admittedly, she studied hard only so she could justify spending way too much time away from home, usually flirting with a girl somewhere. If she kept up her grades, that was just one less excuse to be used against her.

The best way of internalising one's knowledge was to pass it on to others, and in the process of teaching reinforce the information learnt. So Jun was actually hanging out with her classmates for once, helping them cover the material they were revising by coaching them along. In her usual fashion, however, these classmates were all girls and being subject to her usual charm. She toned it down somewhat, since her reputation in school wasn't the greatest, and any overt flirting was likely to just fuel the degenerate rumours even more.

"You missed the negative sign here, that's why your answer is a negative number instead of positive." Jun explained, pointing to the part in the working where the mistake had been made. "It's little details like that are important, like the rose scent from the shampoo you used this morning."

There was a few giggles at the joke, and Jun drew a blush from the girl before they all returned to their work. Well, the girls did. Jun had done all the questions in the workbook at least twice over and was simply going through her own notes. She didn't like being disrupted by questions in the middle of solving problems anyway, something her kendo training had drilled into her.

An hour later, Jun was done helping her classmates and simply walked through the school aimlessly, taking her time on the way to the main entrance. Her path just happened to cross outside the Manga Club's clubroom, and the sign reminded her that she had been meaning to return a book she had borrowed from one of the club members. She knocked on the door before opening it, and noticed familiar faces inside. "Ah, Hanekawa-san, you're back?" She hadn't been to the kendo club at all recently, and so had no chance to cross paths with Akane. "Well, I just came to return a manga I borrowed from someone in the club. I'll just leave it here."


[System]
Kaneko Ohta

"Lemme think on that."Overview

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Age

19

Gender

Male

Occupation

Office WorkerCharacterization & Conceptualization

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What Do They Look Like?

Ohta's sallow skin and gray eyes give off the impression of someone who had aged beyond just the nineteen years he had lived so far, and that issue is compounded by how his eyes are perpetually half-open, bagged with dark circles. A heaviness clings onto his frame, grounding him to the earth even as he breaks into a sprint to catch the last train home. Deliberate in his movements, careful in his language, there's a constant sense of slowness with him. His slender hands are often stained by pencil smudges or ink stains, while his brown hair gives off the impression that he's just gotten out of bed, regardless of how long he actually spends in bed. At a height of 5'7, with a diminutive frame that naturally hunches into itself, Ohta's just another face in the crowd, another file in the company's folder.

The fingernails on his left hand are cut painfully short; the ones on his right feature deep crescents.

What Are They Like?

Ohta watches, listens, and keeps his thoughts to himself.

Introverted, he's made it a habit to repress his emotions out of necessity, keeping people at a distance while he plugs along with his tasks. It's convenient, to be thought of as a cold person, a distant person, so that's what he leans into. Praise or encouragement for the work he does is strange, after all, and having coldness and distance be the norms for his attitude means that he can bow out of drinking parties without it being remarked upon. It's good if people just think of him as naturally strange, an overly serious, boring anomaly of a youth. And if people begin thinking about him that way, that would create a Pygmalion effect. If he was perceived of as serious and hard-working, that's what he could become. If he was perceived of as cold, he would not be hot. And if he was not hot, then he was not…

…passionate, desperate, and so, so, so furious. At the lost twilight of childhood. At the decisions others made. At the burdens he bore alone. At the costs of living for two, when only one brought in income. At the days that never seemed to end. At the assignments that he took so his managers kept him around. At unfairness, built into the very grain of the machine he served. At powerlessness, only able to fold inwards rather than lash outwards.

But when he finds the time to meet her, Ohta figures that he could remain cold, just a little longer.

He can't meet her anymore.

What's Their Story?

Duty. Responsibility. Obligation.

At 18 years, on the cusp of graduation, Ohta came home to his family's three room apartment suite to find it empty. The lock had not been broken. No sign of anyone rummaging through cabinets or shelves. The housewife next door saw the silhouette of his parents at 11:30 AM. They had left no letters, only taken what was theirs and disappeared. He was numb when he picked up Tamimi from school. He was lying when he told her they would be back. If he'd known what was coming, he'd have been a better student. Had picked up skills on his own time. Invested in crypto, started a Patreon, made a Soundcloud, done anything. But he hadn't.

Strangers came two nights later. Loan sharks. He hid in the bathroom with his little sister. In the morning, it was obvious why they had come. As obvious as paint and pigs' blood could make it.

Ohta missed out on his graduation. He pawned off most of what remained in the home. Sat on the money for a while. Considered his options. Decided that he didn't trust his relatives more than he trusted the government. Had a chat with the men that his parents borrowed money from. Decided that it was better to lie again. Orphaned Tamimi.

Her parents were dead. He would work to pay off their inherited debts. After that, they should be able to live together again. Just four years, no, three. They can live together in three years. And then, once again, they can dream.

Office work with only a high school diploma was a miracle with a steep cost, but Ohta paid the cost regardless. Paid it with his body and his mind and did so willingly. Willingly? Out of necessity. Debts to pay. Costs to pay. Rent to pay. Utilities to pay. His cheap suit hung from his body; he was losing weight. His eyes could never focus and always itched; he was losing sleep. His life slipped away even as the days never seemed to end; he was losing time.

Sometimes, he found himself standing in front of the office of those loan sharks, a cheap lighter in hand.

Sometimes, he found himself alone with his boss, nails biting into the flesh of his palms.

But he had a duty to fulfill. A responsibility he could not abandon. An obligation to realize the dream he had spoken of.

The decision is no longer his to make.

Now, Ohta can only pray.

Why Did The Wish Choose Them?

Righteous and dedicated, a person who could endure the weight of the world, who could think to dream still, no matter how many times he had to rearrange, reimagine it. An idealist who would contort himself to whatever shape necessary to realize his goals. A man who would sacrifice what he loves for who he loves. A hero, perhaps, who would work within the boundaries of whatever society he existed in, no matter how much he hated it.

That was what the wish was drawn towards, a hero who could draw back his instincts and ruminate longer on the consequences of swift action. But…

What "Hero" Will They Embody? Why?

…the wish did not realize that such restraint was found in a sense of powerlessness. A sense that drove an earnest, crushing desire for power. For might. For the ability to break, rather than bend, to inherent unfairness, enforced bondage. Magma rages beneath the permafrost, willing, always willing to surge out and burn everything to ash.

Ohta is willing to sacrifice, but he's just as willing to take, whether with words or with violence. So long as he can get away with it. So long as it gets him closer to his goals.

He does not want to endure. He wants to fight.

What Belongings Will They Take With Them?

A business suit. It does not fit well, and the tie is a boring blue-with-gray-stripes.
A smartphone. The battery is at 53%, and it holds an agenda of meetings and deadlines that no longer matter.
A Tupperware container and chopsticks. Barley rice, mixed with corn. A preserved plum sits in the center.Talents & Abilities

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Mundane Talents

Ohta was an acoustic guitarist, but now, he's just a run-of-the-mill office worker. Administrative tasks and note-taking have become second-nature to him, and he can enter data and make calculations with a swiftness expected of someone who's gotten accustomed to their job. He learned to sew on his own time, first to patch the holes in his clothing, then in hopes of making a gift for Tamimi.

He doesn't care for it, but he understands business etiquette.

Achieved Abilities & Knowledges

His efforts have achieved nothing.

[User]
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Unnamed Forest - ???

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Hiroko nodded at Kaito, pleased with his introduction and a name to add to the face. She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Don't know. Can't remember anything." She admitted. From the confused reaction from Kaito, it would seem that he didn't know anything either. What a strange coincidence. Her hand reached up to the back of her neck, turning to the torii. "Can't think of anyone who can-"

Cut off by the final man in their group, eyes wide with surprise and horror as a gun was trained right at the man who held the light. Could it be that he was part of the group that decided to teach them a lesson? Though, from his reaction, some part of Hiroko's brain argued that he was probably just as lost as they were. But he was armed. And they weren't. He was up in arms and ready to pull the trigger at them. Hiroko had never been in a situation like this before. She's faced customers who would scream at her face for doing things according to policy or because of a misunderstanding. Those, she can handle with no problems.

But this? This was beyond her paygrade.

Most of her instincts were telling her to duck, take cover somewhere. But all around her were just grass and she doubted that the torii could cover herself fully. Besides, what's stopping the man from unloading an entire clip on them while they were scrambling for cover. Hiroko was itching to have something on hand to at least fight back with but she doubted a lighter would make a difference. The other man began speaking to try and defuse the situation. A brave choice considering the gun was pointing at him.

"We're just trying to figure out where we are so we can get back." Hiroko added, her tone a lot softer and more genuine than the flashlight holder. "We're not going to hurt you." Or well, she was speaking for herself for the most part. It wasn't like she knew any moves besides the basics to fight someone off with anyway.

[Assistant]
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A bead of sweat rolled down Junichiro's forehead as he kept his gun trained towards the light. Whoever these people were, whatever is going on, he couldn't help but feel as if perhaps they were in the same situation as himself. Maybe they've all crossed the yakuza, and they were all thrown here to "disappear." Maybe this was some sick joke by some underworld boss and they're all being secretly filmed. Regardless, Junichiro did not falter in his stance.

"Just stay back, all of you!" The freeter exclaimed, stepping backwards slowly. He waved his gun at each of them, although he kept it particularly pointed at the two who spoke to him. As he did, he took quick glances of his surroundings, getting a better idea of where they were at. In particular, Junichiro was interested in that giant torii, thinking it would lead back to civilization.

Taking a breath and regaining his composure, Junichiro would open his mouth to speak once more, his arms faltering slightly. Before he could utter a word, however, the light from the man's smartphone would give out. Did it run out of batteries? Whatever the case may be, the young man knew he lost most of his leverage with that light away. He could barely see in the dark, and that bright light didn't help. Knowing full well that he would lose control of the situation soon, especially without some sort of warning shot, Junichiro would instead do exactly what was expected of someone whose first actions after waking up in an unknown place would include pissing themselves.

The freeter ran off, beelining for the torii. Using the rush of adrenaline to push through the somewhat absent feeling of pain in his legs, Junichiro would pass through the gates, abandoning those he had woken up with. Sure, there was strength in numbers especially in a remote place like this, but sticking with the rest seemed futile to the nihilistic young man. If anything, knowing his luck, Junichiro would just end up getting the rest of them killed as well. And besides, he still didn't trust any of them.

[User]
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So they hadn't been thrown out. Kaito could only give Hiroko a small nod, not wanting to plunge the odd mood into a more negative direction. He figured it got engulfed by the darkness around them. Another awkward interaction. No matter, the silence was more than enough. It was the most comfortable option when one had no idea what was happening.

It didn't last.

A shout from one of the others made his head whip to face directly towards the sight of a gun. An actual, real life gun. Had the man not been wielding it with a desperation that radiated throughout his entire body, Kaito could have probably tried to reason it was a prop or similar. But the look across that man's eyes couldn't be imitated.

"N-no need for that, now," he said, hands placed tensely in front of him. The smooth voice he employed during therapy was out in full force, albeit with cracks forming all over. This was far beyond his range of expertise, and far removed from any experience had with a client. What did this man want? Was it respect? Answers? Money? Was that it? There were too many variables, too many things he didn't know. Ideas came and went yet none were strong enough for him to unclench his jaw. The man ran off before he had anything resembling an answer.

Kaito wanted to approach him, but his legs stayed rooted in place. He instead filled his lungs with the forest air and shouted. "Aren't you also lost?!" Mutual survival. The kind of condition that made one wild animal work with another. In this strange forest with no civilization in sight, it made sense in a gloomy sort of way. He could only hope the man would realize that.

[Assistant]
The problem solved itself. If only all problems could do that.

Ohta let out a breath as the gunman, perhaps driven by some irrational fear of the dark, ran off into the distance, taking himself and his gun far, far away. Maybe he'll be a problem in the future, but for now, they could all breathe a bit more clearly. He shook his head, then stood up, allowing his own eyes to adjust to the darkness. Only 50% or so left for his charge. Shouldn't waste it until they got somewhere with reception. The direction the gunman went was annoying though. He didn't really want to head in the direction of the torii, in case that fucking idiot took that as a sign of pursuit and started shooting, but if there was going to be any paved path out of here, it would be from the torii.

So he suggested instead.

"Maybe, uh, we should go after him?" He pocketed his phone and clutched his lunchbox to his chest. "At least up to the torii there. Might be, mm, a path out from there."

One thing convenient about the gunman: his scene meant that self-introductions could be delayed for a bit longer. More time to judge whether it'd be a truth or a lie that Ohta used to identify himself to these strangers.


[System]
Codename: The Rocket

City of Operation: Ashtabula

Appearance: A rather disheveled looking man, Will Thompson is a gangly, unkempt person with a constant look of shock and confusion about him. He's sitting nicely at 5'11", with shaggy black hair and brown eyes. While he doesn't dress like an absolute slob, he could certainly do with going to the laundromat more often, and tends to default to the same old ratty looking jacket. Could do with a shave.

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Superpowers: Rocket boots! Rocket fists! Rocket kneecaps! I'M GONNA SLAP A ROCKET PACK EVERYWHERE I CAN AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME. It's not a full-on suit of power armor, but rather a copious amount of jet packs that allow for maximum mobility. When they're not exploding. Or launching him into a building on accident. Or just refusing to work. He kind of scrapped them together from metal found in the local landfill, so they're kind of unreliable.

Skills/ Talents: He's decent at slapping broken bits and pieces together and somehow getting working parts out of it. Gut a refrigerator, a busted motorcycle, and that thirty-year old television set and you have yourself a new radio! He's a nimble little shit, too, and years of accidentally exploding or having experiments backfire on him means he's got some pretty decent reflexes.

Equipment: Rockets. Scrap. Jets. Some basic tools. Internal combustion engines what make you go fast.

Weaknesses: Tends to overlook little details. Rather absent-minded, and has issues focusing on shit that isn't his next cool idea. Like whether or not he should slap a giant set of rockets to his back and hit the ignition. Not super athletic, since he mostly relies on ROCKET BOOTS to get around.

Psyche: Likes taking stuff to pieces. Likes fiddling with shit. Likes going fast. Tends to get worked up and more than a little hyperactive at times. Constantly poking with stuff, ever since he got caught in the Rain he's had the constant need to just fiddle with things.

History: Born in the middle of nowhere...which is to say the shining city of hope and bright futures, Ashtabula. Since there is pretty much nothing to do in Ashtabula other than fiddle with the copious amounts of trash there, that's what he did. Graduated from the A-Tech, and more or less went from one job to the next, tinkering and fiddling as he can. Tended to swerve to the bad side of the law, and when he got Caught in the White Rain his tendency towards fiddling went in all kinds of wonky directions and now he's making rocket boots and all kinds of nutty shit like that. And then started busting into banks and stuff, because why the hell not? It's not like there's more than three police cars on patrol at any given time here, eh? Upon hearing about the deaths of Cleveland's superheroes, decided to take his petty crime sprees to the big city.

Name: Rodney Callahan

Codename: BLITZ RANGER

City of Operation: Los Angeles

Appearance: Between the wavy blonde hair, hawkish features, and rather striking blue eyes, Rodney looks like something straight out of a shonen fightan' cartoon. Sitting whereabouts six feet at 180 pounds, he's got a decently athletic build. His slim figure makes him more akin to a professional swimmer than a weight lifter.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Superpowers: Outside of his decent physical capabilities, Rodney doesn't have any magic or superpowers. Rather, he was granted the ability to call forth his armor and transform into the Blitz Ranger-the latest in the long line of mystical warriors who fight against evil. The armor itself makes him faster, stronger, and gives him a number of superpowered attack moves that harness the might of the storm, including the legendary Raging Lightning Strike, a powerful kick that transforms him into a bolt of lightning and annihilate evil.

Skills/ Talents: He's pretty good at martial arts (Jeet Kun Do in particular), and enjoys surfing in his spare time, although there isn't much of an opportunity to do so in Cleveland.

Equipment: The only thing he absolutely keeps about his person is his belt with the medallion in the buckle. In order to summon the armor on his person, he grabs the buckle that has the medallion embedded within it and gives it a right spin while yelling the transformation word. I guess the armor itself counts as equipment.

Weaknesses: Rodney Callahan isn't the brightest bulb in the pack. He's rather single minded in his pursuits, and can be pretty goddamn naive. Laid-back attitude tends to make him fail to realize dangerous situations when they arise.

Psyche:
Rodney has a rather strong sense of right and wrong. There is good, and there is evil-and evil must be defeated. Generally sports a rather energetic attitude about life and love, and is a decidedly bright, optimistic person. He also has a flair for the dramatic, and tends to pose and yell out cheesy catchphrases when he can, a product of being raised on old tokusatsu shows and Saturday morning cartoons.

History: Rodney Callahan was an LA native, living in a fairly idealistic nuclear family. He spent most of his childhood in Pasadena either out exploring the town, hitting the beach, or bonding with his father-the owner of a small surf shop-over cartoons and old, cheesy sentai shows. While his grades weren't the best in school, he more than made up for it with his boundless enthusiasm and hot-blooded attitude. He was on his way to living out a fairly honest life, for the most part, but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked when the aliens invaded.

They came at night, dragging themselves out of the water, ugly monsters that looked like they had been thrown together out of stone and tar, borne from living shadows. Rodney was with his friends at the time, hanging out late one stormy night at their usual hangout beneath the local pier, when they were ambushed by these monsters that were intent on dragging them to the dark places beneath the waves. They would have succeeded to, had the teenagers not been saved by a brilliant warrior in bug-shaped armor who stopped the aliens in their tracks and fought them off. This hero, who called himself a masked rider by the name of Motor Head, informed them of the Grr't, an evil race of aliens that were waging a secret war against humanity from their hidden base deep within the oceans across Earth.

As luck would have it Motor Head needed aid in fighting the Grr't, and so he took the band of plucky teenagers under his wing, teaching them self-defense and the ways of fighting against the very heart of darkness from beyond the stars. So a number of years went by like this, as Rodney and company lived double lives, fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by day-oh god I'm so sorry please don't hate me. But eventually, Motor Head was growing old. So, in order to keep the fight against the Grr't alive, chose Rodney as his successor, bequeathing the medallion that would allow the young man-who was 19 at the time-so that he may summon his own personal set of armor and become the next Masked Rider.

Rodney continued on fighting evil in general and the Grr't in particular, when the White Rain came. While he wasn't caught, the sudden revealing of the secret world beneath this one made the existence of The Blitz Ranger far more public. And when he heard of the deaths of Cleveland superheroes and the mass prison-break, he knew he had to move to Cleveland for a time to help fight the evil that was spread upon them. Not only that, but it allowed him to follow the rumors that the Grr't were employing the Great Lakes as a forward base to help invade deeper into the US.

[User]
BEACHWOOD PLACE MALL

 Sweat glistened down Gwen's tired face as she healed the 9th injured civilian. It never occurred to her how much energy healing others required. The feeling of helping others was enough to keep her going though. She glanced up to snatch a look at Tess, only to witness her collapsing.

 "Tess!!" Gwen screamed just when the room exploded with smoke, blocking her view on Tess. Looking right and left, Gwen bolted straight, hoping to find her friend. Repeatedly yelling her name, Gwen felt her eyes water. They had only met each other for a bit, but Gwen and Tess were closer than sisters. Tess understood her, knew what having superpowers felt like and was someone Gwen trusted more than anyone. Their journey together just started, and Gwen would never let anyone take that away from her. Gwen took a deep breath, Tess would be fine. Whatever was wrong, Gwen would fix it and heal her. Of course she would. Once the smoke lifted, she could only see a glimpse of Tess in the arms of The Phoenix, flying off.

 "Stop!!!" Gwen screamed, begging for the superhero to hear her. Only she didn't. The Phoenix flew out of the mall, taking Tess with her and leaving Gwen all by herself. She ruffled her hair and shouted out in exasperation. How did this even happened? What was she supposed to do? Whenever someone had been injured, Gwen was always able to go their aid, but not this time. Please be okay Tess! Gwen wasn't able to dwell in her thoughts for it wasn't long before the press stormed into the mall. Flashes of light blinded Gwen and voices echoed everywhere.

 ""Simon Lowell, BBC News," one man introduced himself in an extremely polished RP accent. He politely held a microphone to Gwen. "Might I ask what happened here?"

 Gwen gasped. Was this actually happening? Someone was questioning her? Gwen wasn't even sure what to say "Well, a villain by the name of Uprising suddenly took over the mall, duplicating himself into multiple copies. The Phoenix, Teen Tornado, a new upcoming hero, whose name I'm not sure of, and me were thankfully able to put his terror to an end. Cleveland lives to see another day," She smiled, proud of being able to be seen as a hero.

[Assistant]
Wyoming Street

The acid blade entered Ajax with ease and with the blood-curdling scream the hero let out it was apparent the blade had killed the man or at the very least was tearing melting him from the inside. Striker after taking his blade out of the life less body turned around at the other hero who was firing arrows into him.

"Don't worry boy, you will soon join him in death!" He said as the arrows kept hitting him but quickly dissolving as the acid covered all of his body in a bright green tone. Striker turned his left hand after a little concentration into a crude hammer of sorts and then charged Teucer. As he made his way across the street towards his target he heard the distant familiar sound of the police sirens.

"Go to hurry." He mumbled to himself as he swung his hammer like construct at the man.

[User]
Tess wasn't sure what acetaminophen was, but it sounded like it would do the trick. She fidgeted on the couch seat awkwardly while Phoenix went to fetch the medicine. She was still coping with the dream that she was living right now. She was with a professional hero right now, in her hideout. This wasn't her imagination.

Phoenix came back with pills and water, advising her to not sleep unless she followed a certain pattern. Tess washed down the pills as Rose continued to speak. She said that she wanted to talk with her about her powers and said she wished Tess would reveal her last name. Tess hooked her hair behind her ears, she was just letting it lay on her shoulders since she hadn't decided to put it back in a ponytail yet. "It's not that I'm scared to share my last name with you... It's complicated. I don't want to be associated with that name anymore," she stared Rose straight in the eye when she said this, asserting she was telling the truth.

It wasn't because she resented her parents that she refused to be affiliated with the last name, she just didn't want to deal with that past anymore. She was her own person now. Phoenix then told her that what she did at the mall was heroic and great, but said it wasn't her duty. Tess was confused. "I have to do something with my abilities. I think it's horrible if someone isn't public about their powers. There are people out there who wish they could be like me. I have to do something," she pursed her lips. "Otherwise I'd just be wasting my gifts."

[Assistant]
Parking Garage
The motorcycled men were easy enough to follow. There were quite a number of them, and they were were fairly well armed-it would have been hard not to follow them through the city streets to their destination here. While such a group would have been suspicious enough on their own, such a group just after the mass criminal exodus was almost certainly for more...nefarious purposes. It was difficult for Blitz to stay hidden as he trailed the group of ne'er-do-wells, in that being stealthy certainly wasn't his strongest suits. He had to trail behind them by several blocks, and more or less stick the entire opposite end of the parking garage listening to the loud entourage make their way to their destination. There-they were disembarking! He listened intently as he dashed from behind one structure to the next, until he was just one large concrete pillar away from the meeting.

As he pressed his dark blue and gold armor against the pillar, Blitzed grinned to himself under the bug helmet. Busted out last night? Worried about the police and other upstanding superheroes? Wanting to try and fight them on equal terms? Clearly, villainry was afoot! Whatever strange weapons these men were intent on trading, it was Blitz's duty as a Masked Rider to stop all evil in its tracks! There were a lot of them, and they were armed to the teeth-but no matter! It was his job as the Rider of the Storm, the champion of love and justice, the Blitz Ranger-his great duty to stop those who subvert the law for their own gain! Besides, this can't be the worst odds he's faced before, yes? He was a hero who stands in the light, not one who hides in the dark like some villain!

Spinning around, Blitz dashed out from behind the large pillar, straight towards the group. Small sparks jumped from his feet as his long legs carried him towards the small army. Now was the time for action! He stopped in front of them, laughing the top of his lungs, voice echoing out in the empty garage. "Halt, villain scum!" Blitz held his fists up in a pseudo-boxing stance, one hand clenched in a fist and the other open-palmed, long scarf trailing out behind him and whipping back and forth as if it had a mind of its own. "Today is the day that you taste defeat! Know this to be the fate of all those who try and work in the shadows-no matter what dark deeds you may be plotting, I shall be the bolt of JUSTICE that strikes down and rends you asunder! Brace yourself, fiends, for I am the Blitz Ranger!"


[System]
Age: 26

Race: Human

Weapon: None

Magic: Transfiguration & scrying

Personality Traits:

* Strong trait: Trustworthiness
* Weak trait: Rage

Appearance:

Raven is roughly 5'0, weighing in proportion to her height. She has a scar on her left shoulder from a battle that occurred in the past, and she's rather self-conscious about it. Her hair falls just below her shoulders but it's usually styled up as seen in the image.

[User]
Jericho nodded as he put the pipe back in his mouth. "Yeah, quite a large crowd in there. Sadly, I'm sure many of them will die within the first few hours of being in the city." He said.

He smiled at her question, taking and shaking her hand. "I'm Jericho. I already have two traveling with me in the city, but I wouldn't mind you joining us. If they give any lip about it, they can fuck off." He chuckled, but looked towards the city when a loud screeching noise filled the air.

Those who were outside looked at the town, and could see the silhouetto of a large winged beast, flying around the city. It landed on the roof of the castle, letting out another loud screeching sound, causing some to cover their ears. Inside the bar, they could hear the beast cries, and caused many to turn and ask the others what it was.

"That thing could be an issue." Jericho said, then looked back at Raven. "So, I'm good with a whip and rifle, can read, and incredible handsome. What can you do?" He asked her, taking a puff from his pipe.

[Assistant]
Akono smiled widely, clapping the smaller man on the shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but was perhaps a bit too forceful. "The best melee... I like this title! Perhaps I should introduce myself this way, no?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself, making more out of the comment than in really deserved.

"I'll be honest with you, Necromancer. I wasn't sure about you when I saw you approaching. I don't think much of meddling with the dead. But then, you seem a decent sort of fellow. Perhaps it is a snap judgement, but I believe we will get on just fine. I'm a good deal less sure about the Elf-Man. He seems far, far too confident by my measure. Anyone as sure of himself as that man is either a fool, or dangerous. Or, in this case, perhaps both." The dark giant mused idly, his intent less to speak his mind about the de facto group leader, and more to gauge the Necromancer's opinion of the man, and to test how willing the slim magicworker was to speak openly and confide in a near-stranger.

"Here. Let me pay for a drink for you. Then, with ale in our stomachs, good cheer will come easily, I think. The pretentious Elf-Man may be more willing to put up with our presence if he believes we are getting on well." He waved for a mug of the tavern's home brew, then shook his head with a long-suffering look as he sent the buxom serving girl back to fetch a larger mug. She returned with an enormous flagon, better-suited to serving a table than one man. Akono smiled widely, a fearsome, yet cheery sight, and pushed a thick coin down the bar to her, adding "That should cover it, and whatever my friend here wants." He placed particular emphasis on the word "friend", punctuating it with another good-natured, if painful clap on the shoulder.

[User]
Enduring the force that Akono had placed on his shoulder, Vlad's face started to shift to red, but the mask has covered most of his facial expression. Looking at the action Akono just did, Vlad raises his mug. "Maybe this is going to be a good adventure for both of us, and for the new friend that I just make."

"Hey, barkeep. Give me the best food that you can afford in this place. This should cover what my friend and I want." Placing five coins alongside the table, looking at Akono. "As I believe, we both are human. And human like us can do nothing before having a full meal."

Suddenly, a loud noise can be heard throughout the whole bar, echoing in everyone head, and shutting down any conversation in there. Through the window, Vlad saw a hulking beast is on the top of the castle and screaming. Fill with awe and excitement or maybe feared, many people run outside the bar to have a better view of the beast. But not Vlad, who is sitting there, murmuring to himself, before drinking his ale. "So I believe, our signal was given, and the wheel of fate had begun to roll. " Outside, voices between people debating about this adventure started to rise, like a smoke signal for death to come.

[Assistant]
Akono smiled at the offer of food, but said nothing, enjoying his beverage. At the "both human" comment, he remarked "Aye. Hardly something worth mentioning, were you to ask me, but aye." He returned to his drink, draining it with a fervor that was almost concerning. As he set the enormous pitcher down to take a breath, a monstrous screeching rent the air. The singularly cacophonous sound snapped the bondsman back into the reality that was the impending mission, and he left his drink at the bar in favor of retrieving the trunk-like club that rested against the back wall. He hefted the massive weapon up onto one shoulder, then nodded to the Necromancer and stepped outside, eyes searching for the source of the screeching sound.

He eventually did sight the source of the sound, as well as the apparent leader of the little party, as well as a young woman who he didn't recognize. He strode over to the two, acknowledging them, but saying nothing. He hefted his club down from his shoulder, resting the brass-bound head on the street. The handle leaned against his bulky chest, and he used one hand to keep it steadied. Finally, he spoke.

"Jericho. Who's the woman? She part of our crew, or just hanging around in hopes of catching your eye?" He didn't make any attempt to address the woman herself. If she was worth his attention, she'd make it clear. He broke the tense moment with a grin, and a jovial "Kidding, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you, of course. I'm Akono. Anyone know why the beast up there showed up? Any town guardsmen to deal with it?"

[User]
"It's making itself known." Jericho said, not taking his eyes off the creature, watching as it made its way into a hole in the roof of the castle. "It wants us to know it exists, that it's going to hunt us down." He said, then finally looked at the two.

"She is with us. And we are leaving. Now." He said, going to the door. "If that thing is the main predator of the city, its resting. Which means it'll be awake by the time everyone else comes to town. Aka, free, easy, breakfast." He said, opening the door. "If we leave now, we'll have a better chance of hiding once it is awake." He walked into the bar.

"If you are traveling with me, get your things. I'm going to grab my bag and rifle, then taking off." He shouted, then went to the room he had rented.

"No refunds on the room." The barkeeper said.

"That's fine." He told him, going to his room and gathering his gear. He then grabbed his rifle, putting it in its holster on his back, then heading back down. He gave the barkeep a waterskin, nodding.

"Feel it up." He said, putting some money down.

[Assistant]
"I can do many things," Raven replied after shapeshifting, taking on Jericho's appearance and voice to sound exactly like him. But she could only do that with individuals she'd come across, not complete strangers. Nonetheless, that little detail didn't matter much and she didn't feel the need to disclose it. It was after a deafening screech the Raven resumed her normal appearance. She couldn't lie to herself, she was quite startled.

"Well, isn't that a surprise..."

As the two of them stared, a pair of traveling companions walked up to them, one whom she could have sworn had been inside talking to Jericho right after she had paid for her drink.

"The pleasure is all mine, Akono," Raven smiled once Jericho went back inside the bar. "I'm Raven, yet another person tagging along...hope you don't mind."

[User]
*After some time has passed*

Jericho looked at the wall around the city. It had been built to protect the town many years before any of them had been born, but now acts like a barrier to protect the safe from the infected. For how long, was anyone's guess.

Jericho kept walking along the wall, looking for a way to get in. "Try to keep up. I don't want to lose you guys. Not yet anyway." He said, then stopped, seeing some light, coming near the wall.

It was a group of looters, nothing they couldn't handle, if it came to that. They were pushing a few crates out of the town, using a hole in the wall. "Hurry up! We are too close to the church. I don't want the blood whore to find us!" One said, as the other nodded.

"Did you see what she did to Samuel? She had her servants just rip him apart! Then she just let them have their way with her, right there in the blood! The gods have forsaken this land!" One looter cried. He was rocking back and forth by the wall, shaking in fear.

"Hush kid! We all knew the risk when we went in there! But just think. We only have to split this three ways now. More for each of us!" Said the "leader" of the group.

Jericho looked back at the group following him. "So, what do you think? We can try to talk to them, see if they'll just let us go through the hole. Or we can wait till they leave." He said. "Or, you know, kill them."

[Assistant]
"I vote for killing." Looking behind to see three skeletons hauling a huge amount of supplies containing foods, water, and camping supplies, Vlad chuckles a little bit before looking to the "leader". " I can feel my power getting stronger the closer we are to the city. Even though it is weak for now, but my power is truly getting stronger."

Pausing for a moment to find a reason for the group to kill these looters, the only reason that Vlad could find is to experiment his empowered magic. But it was only his reason for doing so, not the group primary's objective. They might get injured, and after all, Vlad didn't know them very well. But Vlad needs to experiment his power, or else the next time he got is going to be in a desperate situation.

Trying to make his speech to become more of a recommendation, rather than an order, Vlad continues his reason for doing so. "My power is getting stronger when in this area. Even though I still not know for what reason, but the art of necromancy seemed to empowered in this area. So I need to test this before it is too late. For I don't know what is the next situation I will test my power at, so here is the best for me. "

Pausing a moment to see the group facial reaction, Vlad continues. "Of course, you guys can choose not to. After all, the noise of the battle might pull some unnecessary attention."

[User]
"You're as welcome as any of us, Raven. Here's hoping that our slapdash group works together alright. I'd hate to have to be watching my back every moment of every day." He put on a less-aggressive tone. "Let's hope that it doesn't come to that. I'm a trusting fellow, so long as there's nothing too unquestionably odd about someone. Like, say, the ability to raise the dead." He shuddered slightly. The big man wasn't easily scared, but the idea of necromancy unnerved him to no end. It was a relief, at least, to hear that this particular dead-raiser was at least partly devoted to the concept of life.

Akono stepped back slightly at the words of the necromancer. "Damn, man. I'm all for fighting in general, but you're talking about using living people as test subjects. I'm a damn sight more comfortable with just bashing their heads in and being done with it. I'm glad that you're feeling powerful and all, but these are human lives we're talking about. I thought you were a student of life as much as death magic. Can't we just either kill them and get out of here, or hurry away? Every moment that we waste here is adding to the lead that any other party might have over us."

He frowned wearily, and looked to the part-elvish de facto leader, an action which was becoming uncomfortably habitual. "Well, Jericho? It's up to you. I'm satisfied with going in mace-a-swinging, but if you give the order, I'm sure we could take advantage of our slight lead, rather than wasting it with discussion." His meaty hand tensed slightly on the leather-wound handle of the ironwood club, muscles readied for either choice, violent or not.

[Assistant]
"I believe that the less risky move is waiting," Raven chimed in, creeping up next to Jericho to take a better look at the bandits. "From the sounds of it, it doesn't look like we'll have to wait long, if that's something you're okay with," she continued, shrugging her shoulders. The main reason Raven gave such opinion was because of an old friend. "Do not engage unless you need to," he had said to her. While his statement did carry some truth to it, Raven didn't always necessarily follow his advice. She had been an instigator one too many times before, enough to make him shake his head in disapproval if he were to be around. But their situation was a little different now.

Raven looked around at her teammates. They appeared to be a decent crowd judging entirely on a superficial basis. "But if the majority agrees to make an offensive move, then I'm more than okay with that," she said, taking a few steps back to address the group. "They're outnumbered as it is, and they won't see us coming."

Raven tried not to smile. She loved a good, fair fight, but sometimes getting that easy win was too exhilarating to pass up. Besides, it's not like she was the one to suggest that the group go after them.


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 18
House: Odd-Eyes house

Appearance: Yuryu's hair is medium black with a blue-streak in the shape of three lightning-bolts running through his fringe. His eyes are dichromatic, his right eye a darker shade of blue while his right eye is blue, slowly turning a foggy-grey at the bottom of his iris. This is something that developed in his early childhood while living with his half-brother. His skin is a light shade of olive, and he stands at 5'8" tall. He often wears a blue singlet over top a black, sleeveless coat.

Duel Disk: Yuryu's duel disk is very similar to the current times duel disk. Colored Black with white trim, the play field is a bright-blue, and the screen is a large circular window. The difference between Yuryu's duel disk, however, and the current is that on the surface next to the screen, an insignia of two dragons circling is embedded on the face of the duel disk. One of the dragons is shaded dark-red, while the other is a clear outline of Yuryu's "Lock Rage Dragon" card.

Personality: Yuryu takes a very serious tone to dueling, as well as towards any duelist who seeks to challenge him. Otherwise, he is quite laid back, however prefers to keep to himself, trapped in his own thoughts, rather than make conversation. He does not shy away from communicating with other duelists when the topic of becoming a better duelist arises, although he very much prefers people address him as Yuryu, as he was not raised to use his first name lightly. If annoyed or tested, he can become easily frustrated, snapping at a moment's notice at people who try to get on his bad side.

History: Raised with his father and stepmother, his late mother had left him and his father mere months after he was born, with no notice of why she left or where she went. As such, he and his half-brother lived together during their childhood. Unlike his younger brother, who was often kind and laid back, Yuryu had trouble befriending others and was easy to anger while he was little. This anger was tempered as he grew older, and although Yuryu and his brother were very different, they both had three things in common: They both loved to duel, they were both very prideful and the both HATED to lose.

One day, during his early teenage years, Yuryu had recieved a card from an unknown sender: Lock Rage Dragon. The moment he had touched this card, duel's began to play out very different, especially his brohter. He couldn't explain it, but all of a sudden his win rate shot through the ceiling. He was even offered the chance to go to The Saotome Duel Institute, a place where he could study and learn more about duel monsters. Jumping at the chance, Sikao Yuryu took the next boat off, excited to begin the next chapter of his duel monster's career.

Wish: To duel against his younger brother until the end of time.

Deck: Pendulum Dragons Unlocked

[SOLAR LEGACY CARD]
LOCK RAGE DRAGON
Level 6 DARK Dragon-type Pendulum Monster
2100 ATK/2200 DEF
Scale 7/7
Pendulum Effect: Once per turn, target one Dragon-type monster on your side of the field: reduce it's level by up to 2 levels until the End Phase of that turn. This card must be face-up in order to resolve this effect.
Monster Effect: Before damage calculation, if the attack of this monster has been increased this turn and it battles an opponent's monster: Destroy that opponents monster.

STORM RAGE DRAGON
Level 4 DARK Dragon-type Pendulum Monster
1500 ATK/1300 DEF
Scale 3/3
Pendulum Effect: Once per turn,you may destroy a card in your other face-up pendulum zone to target a spell or trap card on the field: destroy it.
Monster Effect: When this card is special summoned, you may destroy a card in one of your pendulum zones and place this card in that pendulum zone. If you do: All Dragon-type monsters gain 200 ATK until end of turn.

FIERCE ANGER DRAGON
Level 5 FIRE Dragon-type Pendulum Monster
2100 ATK/400 DEF
Scale 3/3
Pendulum Effect: During your main phase, you can destroy this face-up card to target one Dragon-type Pendulum monster you control: search your deck for a monster with the same name from your deck, and place it in your empty pendulum zone.
Monster Effect: During your main phase, this face-up card can be special summoned from your extra deck. If summoned by this effect, banish this card when it leaves the field.

(I own none of the artwork used for these cards. Their purpose is to better depict the cards.)

Monster Cards:
x1 Lock Rage Dragon*
x3 Storm Rage Dragon*
x3 Fierce Anger Dragon*
x3 Lancephorhynchus
x2 Archfiend Eccentrick
x2 Magiquipped Dragon Etherweapon
x1 Genesis Dragon
x3 Rare Metal Dragon
x1 Infernal Dragon
x3 Dragorado

Spell Card:

x3 Draconnection
x1 Rush Recklessly
x2 Forbidden Lance
x1 United We Stand
x1 Mountains
x1 Pot of Greed
x1 Dark Hole
x1 Card Destruction
x1 Vicious Claw
x1 Monster Reborn

Trap Cards:
x1 Trap Stun
x1 The Dragon's Bead
x1 Dragon's Fang Reincarnation
x1 Dragon's Rebirth
x1 Bottomless Trap Hole

[User]
Matt Ronwell

@PKMNB0Y@Satoshi Kyou@manapool1

Matt helped Rumi help, shook Carnel's hand with a brief, "Matt Ronwell." for an introduction. Martin, as he was now known spoke up timidly asking if any of them were still in, "I'm still playing." Matt said, quickly turning back to Rumi who seemed no worse for wear given her tumble. He raised a skeptical eyebrow at her calling him senpai. Should he call her Rumi-chan then? Nah that seemed weird. "A tag duel hm? Not sure if that follows tournament rules, well either way. So, who wants to tag duel with me against these two?" Lua had the same child-like appearance as Rumi, it was kind of disconcerting to be honest. Martin might want to duel but he was so timid it was hard to tell, Carnel might but Matt had really just met him, well not counting the bus. Ayami and Tanya were planning on getting into a duel all their own, this trip to the card shop had proved more exciting than initially planned. Of course often was the way of life, Matt certainly had no complaints.

[Assistant]
book of bad juju

And just like that, Ra's Royal Guard had disappeared, replaced by something that was far less. It was certainly bigger, in terms of size and attack power, though the man clad in gold did not appear impressed, and through his mask, possibly even felt disgusted to see his monster being removed from the field as easily as it was.

When the attack was declared, the man stood still, a mere 300 life points would not be enough to topple him.

(3700 LP)

[User]
Aya watched with barely concealed glee as the two monsters went at it. Even through the glass, the fight looked intense. The dodging, the weaving, the shouts of the tiny little people in the buildings as they were destroyed, one by one, by the clash of the two monsters. But inevitably, one would prevail over the other. Dogoran tried his best, but the red giant was simply outmached by the beams that Jiku... Big dragon thingy emitted. Finally, it let out one final, reedy roar, and toppled over, with it's enormous floppy body lying right in the middle of the plaza. Beautiful. Aya almost forgot it was still her turn with all that spectacle.

"What? Oh, yeah. With Doggie hitting the graveyard, I have three counters on Kyoutow waterfront" She began, picking the card up and off of her opponent's disk and sliding it into her own grave. "With Three counters on Kyoutow, it's special effect activates, and I can add one more Kaiju to my hand for next turn, and i'm picking Turtle." She pulled the card out of her deck with a bit of a flourish, walking back to her side of the field. That was the one big disadvantage of playing these things. It always felt so wrong to move over to her opponent's disk and start playing her cards on it. Greydle players had it so much easier, not needing to hoof it everywhere to play the game at all.
"And with two cards face down, i'll end my turn here."

She reviewed the board, spinning around on her heel as she did. Overall, pretty well. A big beefy beater on her side of the field, and enough counters on Kyoutow to have it's effect go off. With two face-down traps on her side of the field and her opponent practically empty, she was dead set on making a comeback in this duel. Not that there weren't a few problems, of course. Her hand was an open secret to both players - A turtle and a field spell, none of which would become useful 'til next turn. He could play safe in the knowledge that she wasn't going to drop hand traps on it. And, as she privately observed, her backrow was terrible. She had a Twin Twister face down. Usually, a good card. Generates a ton of backrow damage and puts counters on Kyoutow. But it wouldn't negate anything he played, and he'd have free reign to stomp all over her if he had the potential. She'd have to rely on the other card to stop him from making his plays, and that would be difficult, given that the other card was Solemn Warning. A card with a big, ugly, 2000lp cost to it that made it awfully difficult to use right now, what with her measly 1800 and all. She had diddley. She had less then diddley, she had squat.

She'd have to bluff it out.

"It's your move, friend. Try not to play into my hands, okay?"

[Assistant]
Szall

While running around campus in search of people to duel and/or convert to his newfound pagan ideals, Tekkan bumped into another student...quite literally. The impact caused the white-haired youth to stumble backwards, landing on his posterior and rubbing his head.

"Hey, watch where you're going-!" Tekkan noticed the duel disk on the other boy's arm. Bingo. He found his first target already.

"Duel me!" the white-haired youth snapped at the newcomer. "Don't ask any questions! Just do it!" Tekkan immediately started booting up his own duel disk, not ready, willing, nor able to take 'no' for an answer.

[User]
As Yuryuu walked off in search of his next opponent, a white blur smacked right into him from around a corner. He rubbed his head a little and looked down at the figure who rushed into him. Before Yuryuu could question him, he was immediately challenged by the other student.

Yuryuu's confused expression disappeared, and he smiled at the other boy. "I accept your challenge. Let's duel." He activated his duel disk, as the board of light appeared, his deck shuffling itself. He drew his hand and and looked at his opponent. "My name is Sikao Yuryuu. You may address me as Yuryuu during our fight. Well then... will you have your turn or would you rather I take the initiative?" Yuryuu asked Tekkan, a stern expression across his face.