[System]
Title: sir, ah...cat, erm -- yes (He's definitely male. But that doesn't keep him from confounding those who put a great deal of stock in matters of etiquette but failed to consider that cats are far better people than humans)
Moniker: the Improbable Feline

Age: ? (He claims, at various times, to be a few thousand, to be older than the First City, to be older than the Bazaar. He is probably lying about most of this. He also claims to be older than the Duchess. How old is the Duchess? Come now, that is not the sort of thing one ever asks a lady, particularly not a lady of her caliber)
Race: feline (has the appearance of Felis silvestris. Not F. s. catus -- no one with any sense ever accuses him of being a domestic cat)
Appearance: a standard cat of perhaps nine or ten pounds, about a foot in height at the shoulder when on all fours. He has a luxurious coat of black fur that fades to merely very dark brown in some places. He seems to be of some unknown longhaired breed, though his fur is on the shorter side for most of those breeds. His eyes are either yellow or light green, but which depends as much upon when one is looking as anything else. There is a minor kink about halfway along his tail, and one ear has a small slice in it where an injury didn't quite heal right.

Of course, things become far more interesting in Parabola....

Primary Attribute: Watchful
Secondary Attribute: Shadowy

The Duchess likes most cats better than most people. She's also intelligent. Naturally she likes him.
The University is fond of him, for a number of reasons. Among them is his knowledge of higher mathematics, though he doesn't care to indulge most of their scientists. He can find any book in their libraries in a matter of minutes, so long as it is on the shelf. He's been known to turn up curled on a table with an open book before him, though doubtless some student neglected to put it away when they were done.
Bohemians tend to be fond. He can write a mean sonnet, when he cares to -- but he rarely cares to, and he dislikes being asked. He is not a trick dog, to show off for any passer-by who expresses interest.
The Devils with their connection to a time not yet arrived are of interest to him, and he's nosed about the Brass Embassy on a number of occasions. To facilitate this, he is unfailingly polite to them, though his opinions on the soul trade are more complex.
Society does not know what to make of him. On the one hand, he's got manners to rival theirs, when he cares to use them; certainly he never uses the wrong fork. He's charming enough. But a cat! ...Then again, he has excellent taste in wine, and can match them to meats like nobody's business. And he even restrains himself on the fish course. Nearly always.
The Great Game could learn a thing or two from him, but he has no specific ties.
Revolutionaries are nearly as good as the Foreign Office when it comes to secrets. Best not to be seen listening, however.
The Docks always appreciate someone who can keep the rats clear, but he is not really a mouser. But he does avoid tangling with their birds and bats. Call it respect -- or better yet, a reluctance to deal with their noise over the matter.
Criminals do not often like people -- or creatures -- that are able to uncover their secrets. For the most part it is a matter of live and let live, with one exception. The Topsy King is unnerved by Schrödinger -- and his bat more than a little intimidated, after a recent indiscretion involving where it wished to sleep.
Urchins are far too fond of chasing and tail-pulling, and he a bit too prone to defending himself with claws if they are rough.
The Rattus Faber are sometimes useful, but his relationship with them is best called an uneasy truce.
The Glass is bad news, and he thoroughly enjoys causing them difficulty should the occasion arise.
Background: Schrödinger claims his mother was a sister to the Midnight Matriarch, and his father a Parabolan panther of considerable power. It is not entirely unlikely that this is the truth, though he must be lying when he says he visited the Second City just to see it fall. ...Mustn't he? He's never had any qualms about bending the truth when it suited him, nor substituting a reasonable lie when the truth just wouldn't do.

What is known for certain is this: he has been around long enough to acquire both knowledge and wisdom, and given the ease with which he visits Parabola and the nature of death in the Neath, he may well be considerably older than the average Surface feline.

He is a frequent figure in the presence of the Duchess, and also at the University (Benthic more often than Summerset). He is fond of the Shuttered Palace and Veilgarden, and like all cats he is intimately familiar with Spite and the Flit. Unlike most of his brethren, however, Schrödinger shows an unseemly (for a cat) fondness for the affairs of humans. Perhaps that explains some of his more unusual habits and predilections. Perhaps he is simply a singularly unique specimen. Whatever the case, he has been known to make himself useful, or at least conveniently bribable, depending on his mood.

[User]
Benjamin had done it—knowingly. He'd probably burned bridges he wasn't even aware existed. This was why he rarely ever participated in circles outside what he was familiar with. Library, university, and the occasional salon where intellectual conversations seemed to be more fashionable than the clothes on their body. He knew he should have just stayed home and buried himself in books—now he wished that would happen quite literally.

A gentleman seemed as if he'd been wounded to the very core of his soul as he backed away from the loosened circle that surrounded the professor. Benjamin didn't quite know who the fellow was, but that probably had less to do with his vision and the masks and more to do with the fact that he never sought to know other people of import in Fallen London. Assured that the shunning would happen in the same coy way these people conducted themselves, Benjamin smoothed down the length of his coat in hopes of seeming to own his rudeness. That being said he was quite nonplussed. It was just like those dreams that he'd have at night where he would show up to a lecture in the buff. And then there was one time it had actually happened—he'd been young and a student and boyish dares were the only way to earn clout. Now he'd never dream of it.

The lady he had been speaking to previously began to laugh. Snide chortles were a thing of society, were they not? Yet, this began to escalate. Her laughter struck out like loud, indelicate chimes. Benjamin could feel the circle become more nervous and judgmental. He had the exact opposite reaction, he smirked. Maybe this entire ordeal wasn't so bad, after all. It'd been a long time since he'd made someone laugh, and even longer since it had been a lady.

Another voice entered the conversation and, like a hand of a gentle matron, smoothed the fur of the bristled cat. Honestly, Benjamin didn't know how certain people of renowned, especially not the Masters, acted in situations like these. He knew them from brief interactions at the Bazaar or from stories. Maybe his parents were right, perhaps he'd spent far too long befriending stuffy intellectuals and pages on a book and not enough with other people—any other people, really.

With the man's declaration, people went back to their previous conversations and the noose of bodies loosened and allowed Benjamin to breathe. He thought of removing himself as well. There were bound to be unoccupied dark corners for him to silently melt into. Actually. This was the Neath, so perhaps not. He'd already made a fool of himself in this singular spot in the party, he best not spread it around like an unwanted infection. He tilted his head towards the lady as she began to speak, realizing that he hadn't truly looked away. His focus had just shifted slightly. Her words died away, and immediately her gaze drifted elsewhere. He followed it.

Oh good, more blobby shapes. Assured that his spectacles wouldn't give him entirely away, he fished them out of his pocket and held the lenses near to his eyes. Two hooded figures entered the room about that time. They drew attention to themselves, but while one tended to it, another did not. He had to assume the former was Wines. So, he had been correct. Now is not the time to be smug, he thought, noting the enforcement.

"I promise," he said to the laughing lady, "I do not have the power to make my words real. Though, there looks to be more than one that I accounted for. Shame I'm not better at—" he almost said something telling of himself. Not that it really mattered. He's said many things telling of himself. So, who cared. "Knowing who people are or attending parties in general." He pocketed his spectacles. "So, if I may be so bold. What does this foretell? And—" not breaking cadence, "do you have a name in which I may address you this evening? You may call me Arthur if you wish. I've always been fond of taking swords from beautiful women in lakes." He smirked. "Metaphorically." He probably should learn the art of a compliment.

[Assistant]
Gideon's look of amusement faded when the gentleman, now dancing with the presumably more French of the two ladies -like such things mattered much down here in the Neath- spoke to him. The Ruinous Captain moved one of his hands in a light dismissive gesture gesture in response to the jest. His voice resounding like a deep Zee tremor, for while he didn't speak loudly, his voice carried.

"Nay, don't mind me, sir. She's far fairer on the eyes than I, and thus I can see why you asked to dance with her. Though I'll admit I'm not well-versed in eloquence of words, so I'll stick to plain-speaking. If you're worried about your life here, fret not, I didn't come here to give the vermin a free dinner tonight. I'm merely trying to figure out why and to what purpose I, among many of our fellows here, was invited, and doing so in my own fashion."

He grabbed a passing appetizer off of a waiter's tray, some kind of antipasto they may have called it above so long ago, something far more fancy and refined than he'd find over at the docks, albeit not as filling.

"Please, don't stop on my account, I'm in no rush."

And though he relaxed his form where he was leaning, Gideon did not move from his position, watching the dancing pair and enjoying the provided fare of the party. A dark voyeur of sorts, or a black gadfly on the wall of the events. He was starting to think that the Raven mask very well may have been an ironic joke a Devil pulled on him by giving it to him, if he even was remembering the circumstances as that. Though that mattered little to him if it were the case, ironic jokes for them, were often terrifying to others.

Nought@Lady Selune

[User]
Yes, that had to confirm it. Lady Monica tilted her head to the side with an amused smile when the man, who now was wearing spectacles on his mask to boot, suggested that he didn't have the power to make his words real. Few had, but if something confirmed the fact that this gentleperson had no idea of what had been spoken between the lines just a bit earlier, this was it. The poet turned continued to judge the movement of the two new arrivals, but just as he followed the brief moment where a constable brought a platter of assorted food to Wines, a name was given and asked for.

To be fair, when she took a half-step back this time, it was genuine. Monica was well and truly surprised, flabbergasted, baffled, astonished and at a loss in general when it came to this request. "You truly are singling a lady out, aren't you?" she asked after a second with a tone that was a mixture of sheer confusion and the barest hint of the teasing her voice had carried when she had put up her act just a moment ago. She stepped closer, tapping the man's mask with her forefinger and bringing her face a bit closer, just to see if it would provoke a reaction. "Well Arthur...", she began, withdrawing and flicking her wrist once after a couple seconds, "you may call me... Isolde." Really now, could he have made the reference to literature any more obvious? It was almost insulting in a way.

She turned about a bit, taking a brief look around. Why, yes, Renee had found herself something to do just as well, though her dance partner had quite probably seen better years. He was no octogenarian at the very least, though speaking of which she couldn't tell right away if there were any of the sort around. It was rather close to none if not that exactly, as far as she could tell. Well, Mr Wines didn't often invite that sort in any case. Well, if she was busy then Monica needn't go looking after her at least!

Returning to following the movements of the Masters proved to show that the one who was expecting less of the party itself had sat down at a hookah. Wait, had that pipe always been there? She hadn't noted it earlier. Mr Wines was being its joyous self and indulging in what the masquerade had to offer. But with that identity clear as day, she couldn't help but wonder who this remaining one was. "But penny for your thoughts Arthur... who do we have the honour of seeing before us? Mr Wines is a given. But the other?" She had her own suspicions of course. But given the man was more eager to share his opinion openly, she wanted to try her luck.

Fancy

[Assistant]
Ro watched the two humans exchange further words, though he was amused that Ray could not tell the man was a native French speaker. Perhaps she didn't have the ear to determine such things. His gaze drifted about the room, coming to rest briefly on another bird showing particular interest in their little trio. The Frenchman noticed the observer as well, and commented. The cat decided to do more.

"A dance is better enjoyed in pairs. If you will excuse me, Ray~"

With that he gathered himself and leapt from her shoulder, vanishing past a swirl of skirts to resurface on a convenient ledge near the fellow with the tricorn hat. "Another raven, and just as black as the first. And as curious about our hosts as everyone else here, if a bit rougher in his manner." Schroedinger ducked his head to hold back a sneeze as the sharp scent of salt filled his nostrils -- yes, very definitely a zailor, this one. As if the voice hadn't been indication enough. But perhaps he could be lured into spilling a few tidbits of what he knew.

Ro took in the confident manner, the clothing, and made an educated guess. The party did not seem to have anyone that was merely incidental: most likely this man owned a ship. And if he was wrong, he could pass it off as a convenient nickname. "So, Captain. You wonder who has brought all these people together? Would you care to hazard a guess? I'll say that this is not quite like Society's usual games. Perhaps it is a new one, or perhaps something else altogether. What do you think?"


[System]
Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 195 lbs

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Red
Age: 16

History: Carnel was born into a rich family, and given anything his parents could give him. Food, clothing, toys, you name it. He grew in such a fashion along with his older brother, Vincent. As they grew older, Vincent had received a copy of DGO, and was quick to make a name for himself as a versatile Assassin. Some thought of him as a genius, as he was able to excel in his studies as well.

Carnel had wanted to be like his brother, and devoted his efforts to do so. However, many saw this as Carnel wanting to catch up to his brother. As a result, they began to compare Carnel to his brother, and it was the same wherever he went. At first, Carnel didn't mind, but as time passed, Carnel began to notice how people acted when they did so, and saw how few people recognized his own achievements without leaving out a mention of Vincent. It was always "Vincent's brother" this and "Vincent's brother" that. Carnel couldn't stand it. When Carnel received his copy of DGO, he had cast aside his goal of being like his brother, and instead was determined to surpass him. He carried this goal with him even after he was enrolled into Purple Crown Academy.

Personality: Carnel is normally seen as a chill and polite guy, perhaps best described as being a gentleman. Wherever he goes, he interacts with people with kind smiles and friendliness. If disputes happen around him, he usually goes out of his way to try to defuse them and make everyone smile again. He may even make an occasional joke if the situation is appropriate. However, that is not to say that he will not act aggressive if the situation calls for it.

In DGO, he still maintains his gentlemanly demeanor, but he takes on a more aggressive personality as he fights, intent on landing as many attacks as possible while occasionally taunting his opponent. He prefers to get up close and personal while attacking, keeping as much pressure on his opponent as he can.

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(Pretend he's holding a rapier instead of two short swords)

Avatar Class: Warrior (Duelist)

Avatar Title: Stinging Butterfly

Avatar Level: 3

Avatar Guild: Cobalt Bruisers

Avatar Abilities:
Level 1: Zeal (Passive)
With each consecutive hit on a target, Stinging Butterfly's attack speed increases by 15%. Stacks up to 10 times. Attacking another target will refresh the stacks. (His weapons leave a short trail when they move, which only grows more vivid with each stack).
Level 2: Bouncer (1 round cooldown)
Stinging Butterfly creates a small square on a surface or in the air which propel whatever touches it towards the direction the square is facing upon being touched. Disappears after 2 seconds. A maximum of 6 Bouncers can be created at once.
Level 3: Rush (2 round cooldown)
By targeting an enemy within a short distance for an attack, Stinging Butterfly can shoot himself towards said enemy at a breakneck speed, gaining a 30% increase in attack speed for 1 round upon his arrival.

Avatar Feats:
Level 3: Furious Blows (10% increase in attack speed).

[User]
Trash Can

Location: Where Do You Think?

Chiyo took one look at the message before immediately replying on instinct and throwing her phone away. Honestly, it was idiot after idiot who wanted to see her and make sure she was "ok". Bullshit. She knew they just wanted to rub her condition in her face. All of them did. The great and mighty White King brought down by a few head pains. How unsightly….whatever. Maybe she would visit this Erika chick later since she was already pissed off enough.

As for the rest of the Kings, they were scattered out and about. Michael had logged off the game once Azga was gone, wondering where Erika went. Figuring she went home, he too departed the school to mull over the day's events though he knew damn well something was going on. The left over scrunchie laying in his palm was evidence of that, and only made him more suspicious of the recent events...and all the more worried for Erika. He would need to contact the Blue King immediately. Speaking of which, Bel continued to be led away by Yuuno, the sound of squelching footsteps getting louder when none other than Alex caught up to them.

Eyes blinking, she stared at the boy for a moment or two before slowly grinning. "Thanks Jukey! See "You Know" what I tell you? He really does have a big dumb heart :3" Bel said, sliding into the jacket. It made her slightly warmer, which was still better than a few seconds ago. Entering the Student Council room however made her grin drop a few degrees. It was a reminder as to what had just transpired.

When Yuuno brought in the change of clothes, Bel followed her, but not without a parting wink to Alex. A few warm garments, some snacks, and Yuuno's explanation later gave Bel plenty of time to think things through. So the Blue City had fallen then? They needed to contact the Red King as soon as possible to discuss a counter plan.

"You should probably check on your cousin as soon as possible "You Know". I get the feeling she's not in the mood to talk to me after…well…I guess I kind of went crazy and tried to attack her ;3" Bel said. It was awkward trying to put it to words without feeling guilty and she wasn't quite sure how it had happened herself. Perhaps Alex could fill them both in as a witness.

Nearby their position were the likes of Masae and Aderyn freshly out and about enjoying their lovely, sappy, yuri get together. It seems some people could indeed find solace in these dark and troubled times. Whether or not they were running from responsibilities or just trying to relax….was really not the concern of a certain shark-toothed blonde.

Having left Rufus to his ductaped position on the school toilet, Dana really had nothing else better to do. Oh sure, she should probably check in with Yoshino's mom or something, but she could probably make it back in time for dinner. Probably. And speaking of dinner, she just so happened to be listening to mention of a ramen shop. Out of pure luck. And coincidence.

"Whoah, whoah, did someone say free ramen?" she said loudly, rushing over to walk beside Aderyn. Where she had been hiding all this time was…actually, did anyone honestly care? Probably not. "Hey, hey, you wouldn't let a poor and broke student go without food, right, right? How about I pay you back too. Free of charge, oh ho!" Dana said, eyeing whichever girl looked like they would yield to her intentions first.

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, @KoL, @McFazzer, @Flamelord, @Mega Birb

[Assistant]
Erika Mitsuki

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@Lonewolf685@Caits

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Erika padded her way from the train station, heading to the park. After not too long, she slowed to a walk, then as she approached the perimeter gates giving way to the park, she stopped. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest like she were praying as a deep sigh pulled itself up from inside of her. Briefly she contemplated if she should call Michael and say things to him that she really wanted to but if she did that now, it might give him trouble later on. As she considered this, she heard a chime from her phone, signifying she'd received an email. For now though, she ignored it. Erika would rather focus on preparing herself mentally for her task at hand.

Alright.

She lifted her head up and straightened her shoulders. She'd dedicated herself to this. With a small, albeit nervous smile on her lips, she turned the corner into the park. Her smile almost immediately dropped. Oh, great, people here at night. And one of them was homeless, judging by the blanket. Erika looked over her shoulder, grimacing. What if something really suspicious was already going on here? Well, then again, considering what she was up to herself, maybe she was in good company. As she made her way towards them, she slowly realized that she'd seen both of them before at Purple Crown Academy and struggled to find their names.

The black haired boy with the long hair looking a bit like a stray cat on his park bench's identity completely eluded her. She'd seen him around with the other students just hanging around, he reminded her of the kind of people her brother would prefer to hang out with, but she'd never seen him in class or anything. As for the girl with the red hair she was... she was... Erika squinted in thought. Cassandra, that was the name. She thought, anyway. Maybe Erika should just wait near the entrance, her steps pausing mid-stride.

She swiveled her body around, taking a look at the park as best as she could from her point of view. Other than the two meeting at the park bench, it didn't seem like anyone else was around. It was a bad idea, but Erika just had to know. She stepped toward the two at the bench, her fingers playing with the leather strap of her purse around her shoulder.

"Excuse me," Erika stepped up to them, pushing her dark curls out of her face. "You both attend Purple Crown, right? Have you seen um--" She only barely stopped herself from saying the White King's name. She hesitated, then began again. "You wouldn't have happened to see any of the other students from our school here, have you?"

[User]
Masae Kanegawa

Walking along towards the ramen shop, Masae held on tightly to the plushie that Aderyn had given her. She did not want to lose it or let it get dirty by accidentally dropping it after all. The night was descending now as they emerged out of the school but it wasn't that bad. You could barely even tell that a war was going on in the digital world. Which was probably for the best really. It meant that Aderyn would have to focus on it less.

However Masae did not let their walk be in silence as they proceeded along at a slightly slower pace to accommodate for her roommate having to use crutches to get along. At least it was a pretty good night out without rain or inclement weather, so they could take their time. She thought for a few moments before shifting to another topic. One that would probably be a bit more fun. "Hm...Actually, I hear that a new movie came out recently based on some old video game. I think it was called 'Tiberium Wars' or something like that. I was planning to go see it sometime, if you'd like to come along too."

Before she could go on though she found herself interrupted by someone coming up from behind them without warning. An eyebrow rose in confusion as the blond haired girl seemed to latch on to the promise of free food, going on about how broke she was or something like that. Which was unusual, since as far as Masae knew most of the students who attended the Academy weren't exactly on the far side of the income scale. She didn't look familiar either, but given how big Purple Crown was that was hardly unusual.

Well, she wouldn't reject it out of hand. They could always just give her some money to buy her own food if they wanted. "Pardon my asking, but how are you planning to pay us back when you just said you don't have any money?" What, was she going to give them something in DGO instead? That said, she waited to see what the stranger would have to say to that.

@Mega Birb

[Assistant]
Carnel sighed as he thought back to the recent events in DGO, particularly the encounter he had with Eclipse Princess. The more he did so, the more he felt unsatisfied about it. Not about the fact that it got interrupted early on, but by how powerful she seemed to him. It was more than just the level and equipment quality difference; she most likely had more experience in PVP combat than he did as well. If he were to face her again, Carnel doubted he would have come out on top. It was a depressing thought, really, but that was reality. He was weak. Of course, he would need to get stronger, and he undoubtedly would, but would it be fast enough? Would he make it before he reached 18 and got removed from Deep Ground?

If he went by along his current pace, chances were that he probably wouldn't. The time he was spending in the Bruisers was fun, and at times even insightful in doing business, but he was not making fast enough progress. Levels were coming slow, and he doubted he had enough resources for trading for useful equipment.

Carnel sighed again. DGO was down for maintenance right now, so there wasn't much he could right now to help his character. He needed to experience real life as well, anyway. Getting dressed in proper outdoor clothing, Carnel stepped out of his room to get some fresh air. As he walked, he called his part-time job for any work he could help with. After a short discussion, however, it was clear that he would have to just have to wait until his next shift. That too was disappointing, but it was not unexpected. He briefly wondered what he would do with the free time he had, then decided to wander around for the time being. Perhaps inspiration would strike him somewhere.

Walking along a path, Carnel closed his eyes, letting the sun warm him up. It was quite relaxing, being able to clear his mind a bit. It almost made him forget about his troubles. Walking into someone, however, quickly jarred him from his thoughts. After stumbling a step back, Carnel moved closer and said to the girl, "Apologies for that, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alright?"


[System]
Appearance: Of shorter-than average height (5'6") for his age, Thom is a youth with a self-assured body language. Acceptance seemingly radiates through his weakened movements. Oddly enough, his gold eyes smolder with a goal and his dark hair, both unkempt and oily with grime, seems to lay heavy on his scalp. After receiving the Alaya Vijnana surgery twice, two growths protrude from his upper spine. He calls them whiskers. Like the others, his clothes are fairly ragged. He usually sticks to the plain t-shirts and shorts for his meager lifestyle.

Age: 17

Background: His memory is dusky and has never been the best since his abduction but Thom can recall a few portent people from his past. He remembers his grandfather was in Gjallarhorn, that he may have been influential though he's unsure what rank or political power he held. His mother and father's fate remains a mystery to him, despite knowing they traveled with him on the shuttle. And under the spell of sleep, Thom can see the flashing of gunfire interrupting the ruddy lights of the pirated shuttle. The thought that, right before things went horribly south, that he would still visit Mars. See the birth place of the Orga Itsuka and the Tekkadan he forged. Like many others however, he was made Human Debris, brought aboard the Jolly Rogs Fleet, specifically the Mercurial Witch's crew, and made into a Rat.

Personality and Reputation: Overall Thom projects obedience. To most of the Mercurial Witch's crew, he's a silent presence, fierce and trained. He never questions his orders and follows them precisely, to the letter almost. Long as his survival is not on the line; he very rarely goes beyond his station. Most of them call him "The Pawn". To the other Human Debris, he's become something of a guardian figure and projects an almost unifying fearlessness in their shared suffering. With them the silence breaks and the real him rolls out. He's mirthless but he is protective and caring of the younger ones. Even more so of the dumber ones. Still, its his cold mental state that allows him to maintain a survivor's composure. He's fickle but once his mind is made up, he becomes annoyingly stubborn.

Mobile Suit: EB-06s Graze Commander Type
Name: Graze-Z
Frame: Graze Commander Type
Appearance: Graze-Z is a weathered green mobile suit maintained by the Mercurial Witch's mechanics.
Equipment |
* Alaya Vijinana System
* Head Sphere Sensor (standard)
* Booster Unit (standard)
* GR-W01 120mm Rifle (short rifle/weapon)
* GR-H02 Battle Blade (weapon/ its chipped)
* GR-E01 8.8m Shield (armament)

[User]
From his place in the dead of space, amongst his comrades and the wreckage of rocks and ships, Thom watched with cold interest. Fox's wild maneuver was met with a skillful offset, he eyed the enemy's Graze with renewed purpose. He's experienced. Good enough to hold his composure against bad odds, he determined, hands gripping the controls. This is all falling apart because of Martyn's impulsiveness.

Then Martyn's words tore through him like a punch from Bosun. It was invasive and tasteless but it brought him back to reality. Reminded him that as member of the Mercurial Witch's mobile suit team; results were demanded. It pushed out the remainder of his doubt, the scorch of battle sharpening his focus.

In a sudden burst, Thom drove the Graze-Z towards the enemy Graze. His shield which had been in a ready position was brought closer to his chest, just enough to anticipate the aim of the lance. Thom exhaled the tension building inside as the distance closed. He eased on his boosters, knowing impact at that speed would harm him just as bad as a direct hit. Martyn was closing in too, trying to play the hero as always, risking everyone's life for his own goals. It was infuriating.

Time collapsed on itself for Thom as the yellow Graze reached him with its lance. CLANG!!!

Thom swatted aside the lance with his shield, a hole tearing through the slab of metal and its wielding-arm. Without skipping a beat, his Graze-Z raised its axe and aimed to decapitate the enemy Graze's lance-arm. The screech of metal reverberated through his machine as the arm was chopped off. But he found dread filling his chest as he peered through his screen. The pilot of the yellow Graze was hardened, his rifle raising to open fire on Thom's cockpit.

"Come on!" he grumbled. "Don't let me die!"

[Assistant]
Kurt held the controls of his Graze as steadily as possible as he lined up the shot on the Gjallarhorn mobile suit. While the teenager was waiting for the order to fire, Fox in his Hugo sped past him, firing his rifle. Kurt knew that at this distance those shots would do very little damage but he could see them as warning shots.

As Fox took up a position in some debris, Holly ordered Kurt to take out the enemy Graze's booster pods. As this was the logical thing to do, Kurt had no problem with the order. Pumping his thrusters, Kurt launched his Graze toward the enemy mobile suit. Raising his rifle, Kurt adjusted its aim, trying to hone in on the Graze Schwalbe's boosters.

Hoping that the Schwalbe wouldn't notice him, Kurt hid his Graze between a particularly large piece of debris. Holly then taunted the Schwalbe pilot over an open channel, only to be knocked off course by some gunfire. Martyn took the opportunity to take lead, ordering Kurt to take out the booster pods.

"I know, I know," replied Kurt over the comms system, "I just need a clear shot."

The enemy Graze then left the area, heading toward Thom. Taking advantage of this, Kurt left the safety of the debris field and went over to where the Graze Schwalbe had first been spotted. Using his own boosters, Kurt blasted toward the Gjallarhorn wreck and the booster pods that floated near it.

"Alright, here we go," muttered Kurt.

Once in range, Kurt lined his Graze's rifle at the booster pods. Letting loose with gunfire, Kurt could only watch as the projectiles barreled through the void of space. As he held his breath, Kurt saw the bullets hit their mark, ripping into one of the pods. Breathing out strongly, Kurt was pretty sure that he had accomplished his mission.

But over his comms he heard Thom say to not let him die. Without thinking, Kurt whipped his Graze around, pointing back at the battle. His stomach felt like it dropped at the prospect of losing another comrade. While he wouldn't say he was friends with Thom, he did know him enough that he didn't want him to die.

"Damn it. Hold on," shouted Kurt over the comms.

Hoping that the booster pods had been rendered unusable, Kurt boosted his Graze back over to the battle. Seeing the Graze Schwalbe right in front of Thom's Graze-Z, Kurt pushed his mobile suit to the max. He had precious few seconds to get into firing range of the yellow mobile suit, knowing that if he fired now his shots would do nothing.

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"Familiar Two, brace yourself." Was the only warning Thom received as Fox's quiet tenor crackled over the LCS. Having taken careful aim, the young man opened fire from his perch with the Hugo's machine gun. Almost all of the rounds flew harmlessly between the two Grazes, a few punching dents in their opponent's armor with only one finding it's intended target. But one was enough. Punching clean through the magazine of the Schwalbe's rifle, the impact threw off the gun's aim off... and detonated the ammunition within.

 The resulting explosion took the Schwalbe's gun hand with it, while Thom's Graze was blasted with molten shrapnel, leaving visually impressive, but mostly superficial damage on the other human debris' mobile suit. "Familiar Five securing target. Captain, requesting further orders for Familiar Squad." Fox announced calmly, an odd contrast to his Hugo's aggressive movements, the space superiority mobile suit already rocketing into the "fight". Instead of slowing down he merely fired one of the Hugo's anchor claws, catching the golden Schwalbe on the way past and sending them both tumbling through space.

 Down an arm, a hand and against a pilot with the Alaya Vijinana System, the Schwalbe Graze's pilot stood little chance in the ensuing melee. Before too long, Fox had the Gjallarhorn mobile suit tangled up in the anchor claw's line, the Hugo's foot mounted claws further pinning his target in place. Leaning in, Fox pressed the barrel of his machine gun against the Schwalbe's vulnerable inner frame through a gap in it's armor. "If you'd like to live, I suggest surrender." The young man advised in his usual emotionless tenor, having activated an open comms channel.

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"Wait, did you get him?" Holly questioned over the comm as she heard some of the chatter coming from Fox. Her displays were down for good, it seemed, and she couldn't see any of what was happening. Her mapping was still partially functional, based on the last known images, but the Ahab wave ovelay seemed to still be operating in real time. Using this, Holly turned the Big Boi so that its back was to the fancy Graze, and hit the control to open her cockpit.

She heard the wirring of servos as the armor plates moved out of the way, then the hatch in front of her opened forth. She could see now that her sidelong tumble had been stopped by grabbing the edge of the hole in the old wrecked ship's hull. What she saw inside stopped her dead. "Uh, stand by, my system isn't working right..."

The rent in the bulkhead opened to the ship's hangar bay, and there were five mobile suits lined up. Each was unique, and Holly did not recognize any of them. She disconnected her AV and the harness that kept her secured in her seat, then kicked off from the cockpit and drifted into the bay.

It was dark, and she realized the only reason she could see is that there was a computer terminal that was still active after all this time. She drifted over and looked at the screen. It was cracked down the middle, and the only word she could make out was "Wake," which seemed to be part of a button or prompt. She reached a gloved hand out, her breath caught in her throat, and pressed it.

~~~

On the bridge of the Mercurial Witch, Brun was watching with a satisfied smile as her rats tangled the interloper up.

Her reverie was interupted by a bleeping from the console, and Mick spoke up.

"Uh... there's new Ahab waves... I don't even know where they came from! They're right on top of Familiar One, but I don't see anything..."

"Could it be an error? Maybe one of the old reactors shifted when the feral one flew through the debris."

"It's possible..." he sounded like he doubted it, "I don't recognzie the signatures, so it would make sense if they're from older reactors."

~~~

Holly gasped as new light came on in the vast dimness. Five pairs of eyes suddenly flared to life, glaring down at her. As one, their armor shifted, silent in the vacuum, revealing the opening cockpit hatches in their chests. It seemed incredible that any part of them could still work, but Holly chose the friendliest looking one, and kicked off the floor towards it. She pulled herself past the armor plating and into the cockpit. It was light up brightly from all the displays and controls. Unlike the computer terminal out in the hangar, nothing could get to these electronics to damage them.

The cockpit looked remarkably similar to what she was used to. The seat was cushier, but she noticed the Alaya Vijnana interface embedded in it. The controls were also comparable, though without the scratches, scuffs, burns, and other little marks from long, hard use.

Without thinking nearly as much as she should have, Holly plugged the interface in. She made a choked groaning sound as the man-machine interface connected, her body convulsing wildly in the plush seat. The feedback was worse even than her Rodi. As her body relaxed, she gasped out the word "Stolas..."

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"Damn it. Hold on," shouted Kurt over the comms.

Thom had believed he was the kind of man who would face his death with open eyes. He usually told himself this while laying battered and bruised in his rusted cot. Trying to convince himself that he was tough enough not to shy away from the fear. But he was wrong. In that moment, the fear shut his eyes from the barrel of the rifle.

And he found whispers of shame and self hate in the darkness of his eyelids. He waited for the hot shells and crumpling shards of metal to erase him.

..."Familiar Two, brace yourself," Fox warned.

Not a moment too late, dense rounds flushed the space between them. Loud pieces bounced against his Graze-Z, echoing the pelting into clear noise. The flashes of hot orange blinded him a moment before he instinctively boosted away from the action. Once clear, he watched with hard eyes as Fox twisted the veteran Graze into submission. A cool one-liner tossed in for good measure.

After spotting his missing arm and shield floating slowing between ship plating wreckage, Thom dared to thank Fox and Kurt but Holly's voice came over the line first. Thom spoke up, "Yeah, thanks to Fox. It pays to be crazy sometimes."

Her next response furrowed his brows. "Copy, Familiar One. I'll come back you up... not much else to do here."

Thom pulled on his controls, following Holly's Ahad-Wave.

He found her bulky "Big Boi" nestled on the ship, his own mangled Graze-Z landing next to her Man Rodi. He noticed that her cockpit was empty and relayed that info to the others. "Holly's not in Big Boi... I'm getting out to check the hull. Those new signals got me worried."

Thom unlatched himself from his harness and felt the pressure-release of his AV system. He slid his console into its rest position and opened his own cockpit. An electric glow lit the rented hull, that was suspicious. Then he thought seriously of Holly and knew it was just enticing enough to pique her curiosity. He pushed off the metal with tense legs, floating through the hull, and knew his eyes had went wide with shock.

"Stolas..." was blasted from the cockpit of one of mobile suits.

Thom floated on quietly, eyes baring down on a red infernal mobile suit. "Holly that you?" he asked aloud, feeling stupid but close enough to the empty suit to defend himself if needed.


[System]
Luna
Alias:
Somnium

Age:
24

Race:
meta human

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Standing at 5'2, Luna is nevertheless a very present individual. Her hair is quite long, laying to the middle of her back, which she normally wears tied back. She has deep chocolate brown eyes, and a pale complection that suggests she doesn't get out in the sun much. She has a scar along one cheek, faded and clearly old, that she doesn't try to hide.

Personality:
Luna is quite a reserved individual, prefering to keep her true self to those she cares about, fearful of getting hurt. When she opens up, she is a bright, funny, kind and caring young woman, who does anything for those she cares about even if its risking her own life. She can seem aloof to those that do not know her, serious and too quite, when she in fact is not.

Quirks:
She plays with her hair when she is nervous, or twists her fingers when worried.

Likes:
Video games, books, cats and dogs, swimming, and staying home on a night.

Fears:
Losing people
Snakes.

History:
Luna has no idea who her biological parents are. She was adopted when she was merely days old, to a lovely young couple. They raised her, loved her, and were her parents. when she was five, her mother feel ill, and Luna found herself in a turmoil of her fathers grief, and worry, her mothers pain and fear, perhaps the first time she became away that she was a little different. She withdrew into herself, and many people, her teachers, her friends parent's, the staff at the hospital, thought that this was because of her mothers illness, and while this was true, it wasn't the whole story. Her empathic ability was beginning to show, and the emotions she felt were complicated for a young child.

As her mothers illness worsened, Luna became more withdrawn, spending hours at a time refusing to leave the hospital room, knowing her mother was close to dying and not wanting to leave. She would spend the time curled up in the bed next to her, and noticed she could ease her mothers pain, and fear.

When her mother died, Luna had no tears. Feeling her mother slip away, she felt the pain and fear, the worst of the turmoil fade away, into peaceful abliss, and knew her mother wouldn't want her to cry. Instead, she tried her best to help her father, and day by day, it was a little easier.

As she grew older, Luna found that by keeping herself making friends was easier, then feeling their every emotion. She became a bit of a loner, but did have a couple of friends who refused to leave her be. As highschool came, Luna found it a true torment, feeling not only her own confused sexuality, but others. She was always surprised the general highschool population weren't becoming teenage parents, with their lust and desire running rampant.

It was about then that she noticed she could manipulate illusions, but she wasn't as adapt at that as she was empathy. Starting college, Luna decided she should use her abilities for good, but didn't know how to do that truly. It took her a couple of years to figure out what she had to do, looking back into the legends of old, she decided to become a hero.

trouble was, it wasn't as easy as it sounded. She began to train, even as she studied. Now, even as she begins her heroic journey, she is still learning.

Powers:
Luna has two powers that work together:
Illusions
Luna can create real life illusions that affect the senses, manipulating a persons reality to change it to what she wants them to see, however this ability is still quite weak, meaning that the illusions can be broken quite easily.

empathy
Luna has the ability to feel and manipulate emotions, this is the stronger of her two abilities and one she uses more often. However, this has a weakness as well. Powerful emotions cripple her, and sometimes this ability fails.

Strengths:
Luna's true strength dervives from her ability to be quite, even moving she has an ability to be very quite, whether or not this is an unconsious use of her illusionary abilities, it is not yet known.

She is a good thinker, thinking things through and trying to figure out the best way of doing something.

While she is not a particulary strong fighter, prefering to use her powers, she is a good boxer.

Weaknesses:
Luna isn't a particularly strong person, her physique making it difficult for her to be truly physically powerfull

Skills:
Luna is an exceptionally good photographer, this is in fact what she does for a living. She has a skill to bring a photo to life, making it not just an image, but something that looks truly real.

She has a surprisng ability to destroy anything she cooks and as such she doesn't do so.

A great boxer

A skiller drawer.

Rumors: that, haha, her abilities are all just an illusion. Smoke and mirrors.

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"Remember to turn on the alarm before you leave tonight Jacque! There's been a string of break ins in the area as of late." "Will do ma'am Have a good night Mrs.Carrie; stay safe! Oh, and tell your husband I said to cut down on those cigars, they'll be the death of him!". Jacque smiled softly as the elderly woman that he called his boss chuckled and closed the door behind her. He enjoyed interacting with Mrs.Carrie, almost as much as he enjoyed working for the tea shop that she owned. It was quiet and peaceful, and yet it saw more than it's fair share of interesting people from every walk of life, each with their own stories to tell. The fact that the old woman would swap recipes with Jacque and didn't mind him helping himself to the copious amounts of tea that lined the store's shelves even after hours certainly didn't hurt either. Still, Jacque couldn't wait until he'd finally have the opportunity to open up his spice shop. Maybe he'd also dabble in the sales of tea in addition to exotic spices and herbs, just to keep the memory of the time he spent under Mrs.Carrie's. Of course first he'd have to finish dealing with the rampant crime sweeping through Bludhaven, but it'd be worth it in the end.

The young hero was pulled away from his thoughts by the familiar sound of a whistling kettle in the store's back room. After pulling off his apron and setting it down on the counter Jacque made his way towards the back room, plucking up a disposable cup as he went. Another smile plastered itself upon the Bokor's face as he fixed himself a cup of white açai berry tea, a personal favorite of his. Said smile soon wavered as Jacque heard the bell chime that indicated someone's entry. "Mrs.Carrie?" He called out as he began to walk out with tea in hand, "Did you forget some-" he froze "thing..." he trailed off as he was met with the sight of masked figure. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he felt the mystery woman lock eyes with him, however he tried his best to avoid showing his discomfort. "Er...hello. We're kinda closed at the moment." He said somewhat warily as he set his cup down stepped around the counter to point at the flipped sign on the door.

Fully expecting a fight Jacque began to clench his left hand into a fist and step forward, eyes flashing yellow for a glimmer of a second. "Do you want this city to be better?", Jacque froze once more as the question caught him off guard, "W...What?". The figure repeated her question once more, her voice somehow putting Jacque enough at ease that he legitimately contemplated the question. A better city would mean he could accomplish his dream, so the answer was easy enough, "Yeah, I guess you could say I do.". The woman stared at him quietly for a few moments before she spoke up again, "There is a bar in eastern downtown called the Archer. It isn't hard to find. It is owned by a man by the name of Mr.Gannet, go to the bar and tell him 'The arrow shoots straight'. He'll understand the meaning and send you where you need to be.". Jacque opened his mouth again to ask her what she'd meant, however the woman slipped out the door with not a single word more and vanished down the sidewalk.

Jacque wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation, he had a lot of question, certainly enough for him to ignore the woman's instructions entirely and just go home. Yet something told him to follow through. Maybe it was his impulsive desire for new experiences, maybe it was the desire to find out more about the strange woman and what she was talking about, maybe he was just being an idiot. Either way, after turning on the store's alarm and locking up shop, Jacque quickly donned his other uniform, hopped into his jeep, and made his way downtown. True to the woman's word the bar was easily found after driving around for a few blocks. After a bit of searching around for a parking space he entered the bar, periodically taking sips from his now lukewarm tea. Jacque clucked his tongue quietly as he walked up to the bar, caught somewhere between excitement and trepidation as he eyed the man, "Uh, the arrow shoot's straight?".

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Shadow Ninja lets out a breath as she finished fighting another group of henchmen. She looks to the woman and man she had just saved and gave them a look over. The woman held onto the beaten man who was glaring at her. Shadow Ninja didn't blame him much though she was a strange ninja that could just swing her sword and cut their heads off no problem.

"T-thank you." The woman whispers with a sob,"Thank you so much."

 The Ninja just nodded sheathing her sword,"Take care." Shadow Ninja says to the woman before disappearing into the shadows as police appeared. As she climbed to the roof top movement caught the Ninja's eye. A figure in a red rode stood before her and it came of more calming than most people but with experience with other people Shadow Ninja kept her guard up. They had a stare off for a small while before the figure spoke. "There is a bar in eastern downtown called the Archer. It isn't hard to find. It is owned by a man by the name of Mr.Gannet, go to the bar and tell him 'The arrow shoots straight'. He'll understand the meaning and send you where you need to be."

 "Why?" The Shadow Ninja asks looking the woman in the eyes trying to see if she was trying to fool her. But nothing the Ninja saw nothing but dead green eyes.

 The figure just nodded before walking back into the shadows fading from the young vigilante's view. Getting out her Navigator she brings up the Archer and it turns out she isn't that far from the bar. About a mile or so away if she estimated correctly meaning She can make it in at least 20 minutes putting her navigator away she takes out a grapple and shoots it to one of the building across the way and swung to the next roof.
 As thought she made it to the bar not to much later coming out of and alley next to it she makes her way inside bringing her scarf down. A strange man wearing a strange colors and sporting strange markings stood out. She walked over next to the man. She looks at the bartender and mutters,"The arrow shoots straight"
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Luna, all 5 foot 2 inches of her, was standing in the head of a line, arguing with a bouncer, who said she couldn't be old enough to be in a club, despite her ID's. They said she was half a child, that a midget like her couldn't be 24. Rolling her eyes, Luna said "I don't even want to go into this damn club! Just let me in, you damn oversized baboon! I'm 24, I have a right to be in there, and I'm going in!" she darted around the bouncer, her size an advantage.

She slipped in between the crowd, soon loosing herself in it, eyes scanning the crowd for her target, a man who intended to drug a woman and rape her. Knowing it was futile to spend the evening searching, she just gave up using mundane methods and created an illusion that there was a fire. She trusted the panic to disguise the fact there was no heat, and indeed there was chaos. As people stampeded out, Luna was yanked from behind by the bouncer, who was growling something, but Luna let out a huge burst of panic, and the bouncer let her go.

Scampering off, crashing into the woman wearing a mask. She darted back, and went to go around her, before stopped by a hand on her shoulder. "There is a bar in eastern downtown called the Archer. It isn't hard to find. It is owned by a man by the name of Mr.Gannet, go to the bar and tell him 'The arrow shoots straight'. He'll understand the meaning and send you where you need to be."

And then she was left to herself. Darting out the club before anyone could realise the fire wasn't real, she ran down the street, hoping she had done enough to save the woman. She stopped at the corner. The archer? Just what the hell did that woman want with her? Hesitating, she gave a sigh.

Making her way, she ran her fingers through her hair, wondering what she was about to get herself into. She should just turn back and head home. But her feet took her to the bar, and towards the bar tender, where she tentatively said "the arrow shoots straight?"


[System]
With faded brown green scales, and clad in flexible leather armour and cloth, Kij strikes a formidable figure even standing only at 5'3.
Race: Slith (Lizardperson)

Personality: Kij'hara is, suffice to say, more comfortable in the company of shadows and thieves than the more socially acceptable kinds, finding they often tend to talk less than others. She prefers the quiet people, the people who don't need to say much to convey what they want or need, and she will often lapse into a 'comfortable' silence that can be misconstrued – by the louder types – as uncomfortable, or even expectant. She is unusually lacking in her ability to judge what would be appropriate to say and what would not, resulting in her often saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and getting herself in trouble. However, over time she has learnt to know when to not say anything at all, so as to limit the amount of fights she finds herself in due to her lack of judgement. Staying silent also causes anger, she has found, but it is often less physical. She is distrusting and fearful of Orcs in particular, and views each and every one as lowly mercenary scum.

Background: Kij'hara was born on the far outskirts of a small village in the west of Ruritania. She grew up with five other siblings, but would spend more time exploring the forest than playing with her sisters and brothers, preferring to be alone. Her parents were hunters who supplied meat for the village, and – knowing the local forests – let their children roam freely once they were able to look after themselves. Kij learnt how to climb trees, forage, and handle a knife, all well before the age of ten. On her thirteenth birthday, when most of her other siblings had left home to become apprentices (or were too young to do so yet), she asked to be taught how to hunt, and, in time, continue the family business. Her parents were glad to take her on as an apprentice and over the course of two years she learnt the job; how to shoot a bow, and how to move quickly and quietly, unseen by deer or a boar. At the age of seventeen, secure in her apprenticeship and almost fully trained, she decided to make her first overnight trip on her own, hunting larger prey. She set out at dawn, and returned with the carcass of her fallen prey at dusk of the following day. Welcoming faces did not greet her when she returned home, as expected, but instead she watched from afar as the corpses of her parents were cremated in the fire that ate through their house. Bandits, primarily Orcish, had raided her house, murdered her parents, and burned what they could not steal. She did not wait for them to find her, and turned back into the forest.
For the next few years she lived off the land and, although she departed the forests where she had been born after only a few months, did not go back to civilization unless the winter was particularly harsh and she was driven to buy food or clothing. However she began to grow tired of the constant restlessness of her life and sought to settle down, finally venturing into the city to find somewhere to live. She stayed for three months with her younger sister, but after many subtle hints (and being directly told to her face that she was no longer welcome to stay), she began to look for a job to earn money with. By a chance of fate, she heard the rumours regarding the Old Country, and – deciding that it was a sign that she was doing the wrong thing – set about finding more information...

Abilities: She is deft at using a knife and bow, and when she is unable to catch anything to eat herself can set traps that do the job for her. Although unused to climbing stone or buildings, she is nimble and can use her claws to find small pits and dents to hold on to, making her capable of climbing most structures, natural or unnatural. Her training and skill in hunting also result in her being light on her feet, able to blend in with the shadows and go undetected.

Equipment:
A flatbow and a knife. Though used primarily for hunting, they are also suitable for combat.
A water pouch and a basic medicine kit (which also contains rations of dried meat, etc).
Leather armour, worn and patched but still usable.

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Caractacus whiled away the time, planning and rehearsing what he would say. It'd been a while since he had to have a proper conversation with someone, and he didn't want to mess things up. 'Greetings' would be a good start. Or maybe just 'Hello'. He didn't want to seem to formal. Or maybe he did, and it would help his image as a wizard. Caractacus's thoughts chased through his head in much the same manner, and as time went on, his eyelids lowered, and he started to doze.

Jumping suddenly, Caractacus was snapped awake by a voice calling out. "Hello, who's there?" He looked around quickly for the source of the voice, and saw it right in front of him. A slith, approaching the tavern. Staring, he was stunned for a moment. He hadn't anticipated being approached from the outside. Caractacus threw his hand up in a clumsy wave, and tried to make a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "G-greetings! Or, uh...hello! I'm C-Caractacus, w-wizard, and uh..." He trails off. He had no idea who this was or what she might want. Better not to say too much. "Wh-what brings you here?"

[Assistant]
Sam heard footsteps. He heard shuffling. He heard voices, too, and he grew curious. Most curious. Perhaps the others had arrived already - or perhaps the authorities. He moved silently to the corner of the tavern and listened in on everything he heard. There wasn't much.

The voice of a slith came to him, asking somebody to identify themselves. The species' voices were quite distinctive - he remembered a number of them had come to him during his early years working under the King of Armitas. They still seemed to sound very human, but there was a slightly colder feel to them, he felt - and he wished he had such a beautiful style of voice for himself. Or at least the opportunity to learn to mimic it.

These were clearly adventurers. The voice didn't sound weak-hearted to him like so many of the peasantry and nobility had. He felt that he should... Welcome them. A quick dart around the tavern gave him the opportunity to climb on top of what remained of the roof, where he stood silently in the moonlight, very intentionally casting a weak shadow down upon the one who had first spoken - the lizard. He would get to know them by their initial responses. If they drew weapons or ran, he knew that they would be of some (perhaps limited) use to him.

@dereken

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Her focus was fully on the figure by the building when the shadow fell upon her. Her heart sank. An ambush! Kij dug her claws into the ground, spread her legs out into a defensive position. She doubted she'd have a chance of walking away from a fight against two opponents, but she'd be damned if she didn't take one down with her. Her hand instinctively grasped the handle of her knife, she felt her claws sliding into the familiar notches along the hilt, felt the familiar texture reassure her. "Don't try anything, I'll plant an arrow in your chest before you can draw your weapon." Cool, full of malice, her voice showed none of her feelings of fear and did not betray the lie it hid - she hoped.

She was loath to take her eyes away from the two figures, but the forest called to her, sang for her to turn and run into its dark safety. No, running would be like signing her own death warrant. With a roughness that could only come from a lack of practice, she pushed her scales outwards to make herself seem bigger and more threatening. The space between them seemed to fill with a waiting, uncertain air, and only with the silence did she allow herself to process what he had said. He sounded... uncertain, afraid even? It didn't make sense, unless it was an act put on to lure the unwary into a false sense of security. No, she would not fall for it!
"What business is it of yours?" The words came out more as a snarl, and she took a moment to regain her control. "If you are so interested in what I am here for, you could do me the courtesy of telling me why you're lurking in the shadows at this ungodly time."
A small nod, almost undetectable, signalled she was addressing the figure on the roof - "And the same goes for you."

[Assistant]
Caractacus didn't even notice the shadow, he was too focus on studying the Slith. He hadn't met any in person, and perhaps now was the only time to take mental notes on her anatomy and physiology. She had taken an odd stance. Was it defensive? Of course! He had been all on his own outside the tavern, he must seem like some sort of creep. 'Of course, I kind of am a creeper...' he thinks, as he prepares to take a step forward, further into the light.

Caractacus was interrupted when the Slith spoke up. "Don't try anything, I'll plant an arrow in your chest before you can draw your weapon." He froze. His mind started racing; should he go on the attack, with magic missiles? Or try to talk things out? If things didn't work out right here right now, it would mean back to a life of exile, something he couldn't stand. No violence then. He would formulate a response that would be both charming and disarming.

As he worked out what he would say to the Stranger, she cut him off as he was about to speak. "What business is it of yours?"

"Um--I--" He starts to stammer out a response, but she continued.

"If you are so interested in what I am here for, you could do me the courtesy of telling me why you're lurking in the shadows at this ungodly time." She nodded upward, at something else. "And the same goes for you."

Caractacus looks up. He didn't even notice the man on the roof. He couldn't have, from his original position leaned against the tavern. Perhaps he was what set her off. Caractacus sets down his staff, and raises his hands. "I-I assure you, miss, or uh, madam, or...anyways, I assure you that me and him aren't--that is, I don't kn-know who he is. I was just w-waiting here because I arrived quite early in the morning, and I, aheh, didn't want to seem r-rude by barging in to demand a room." He lets out a nervous laugh.

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The clown was satisfied. Very satisfied. Both voices had responded in a manner that represented their nature. The human was a coward, of course, but his claim of his use of magic meant that he might be marginally useful if he were an adventurer. If he weren't, he could be bullied into following Sam anyway. The Slith was smart, too - not the sort to enjoy confrontation, and more than willing to try to make a kill even if things weren't going her way.

Sam Duval slowly raised his hands outwards to the sides, palms facing the lizard to indicate that he was unarmed, and he began speaking. His voice was slightly too high pitched for his shape, and perhaps a bit too cheerful. He spoke with confidence, with a tiny hint of venom.

"I could ask you the same thing... And you might note that I'm not exactly hiding. I'm looking for suspicious figures, you see, and you happen to be one. Not the sort of suspicious person I would expect to be sneaking around out here - and considerably more alive - but suspicious nonetheless."

Sam tilted his head, allowing some moonlight to fall across the slith, which revealed the presence of some weaponry. A hunting bow, perhaps? She hadn't attacked him yet, so she clearly wasn't a bounty hunter, but yet she was relatively well equipped.

"You're here about the job, aren't you...? Hm, yes, you do seem to be that sort... And you, down there. 'Wizard'. It's your turn to tell us why you're here. The rest of it."

[Assistant]
Peering closer at the man of the rooftop, Caractacus was surprised by his face, and his state of dress. The man looked like a clown, costume and all. It was almost comical were it not for the poisonous edge to the man's words. Caractacus once again found himself having to formulate unexpected answers for unexpected questions. It was very tiring. He supposed he could use something similar to his original plan.

"Well, I'm-I'm here for a job. Like you. He looks at the slith. "And you, maybe, if you are here for that, that is. Maybe. S-so why not we all just go inside, and get food, and drink, and wait for the guy who's hiring? No tr-troubles. Heh." He tried another smile, this one seemed more genuine. Caractacus gestured at the doorway. By now it was only very early in the morning, someone was bound to be awake, and a witness, in there.

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Their small movements made her flinch. Any raise of the hand could release a weapon; any step, another danger. She tilted her head slightly to the side, regarded the two unlikely 'adventurers'. They weren't the type of people she had expected to be interested in this work. Though still wary, she began to relax her almost painful grip on the hilt of the dagger, and partially flattened the scales back down. She knew no display of size or strength would be of use when dealing with the clown, at least. He seemed... too perceptive, too poisonous and dangerous a character. She didn't trust him; she doubted she ever would trust him. As for the other...

"You seem weak, and a coward. Why would you wish to sign up for the job?" Kij turned her head to the first figure with little more than a subtle twitch of her head. The question was not meant to offend, the statement not said in a way that was meant to insult, but was instead the summary of her perceptions - whether they were accurate or not. She waited silently for the reply, oblivious.

Though the clown troubled her, she ignored him for now, and the suggestions to go inside. She would see what the trickster did first before she made her move, reluctant to trap herself inside with potential enemies. They said they were here for a reason, but it was easy to say one thing and for the opposite to be true. No matter what happened, she had to stay alert, she had to be cautious.


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"These villains are demagogic in their exploitation of the popular discontent." - Yoshio Sanzo
Superhero Name:
Age: 16
D.O.B: March 30th
Weight: 66kg (145lbs)
Height: 175cm (5'9)

Personality: Yoshio is usually soft spoken and mild mannered. He hates to offend, he hates to interrupt, and he hates to steal the spotlight from others. He is modest and polite to a fault, and goes to great pains to ensure he speaks properly to everyone, regardless of status. He likes to solve conflicts with words rather than force, even if the conflict in question is threatening him directly. He is not so naïve as to never resort to violence, but he will hold back unless absolutely necessary.

Yoshio undergoes something of a transformation when it comes to topics he is passionate about. As something of a bleeding heart and idealist, Yoshio can talk for hours on subjects such as reforming society for the better, and when he speaks on said subjects he will speak strongly, loudly, and even fiercely. He is not blind to the fact his ranting can end up being boring and even annoying, and so all it takes to make him stop is to politely ask. If he has gotten started against someone he vehemently disagrees with, on the other hand, he won't stop no matter how much they ask him to.

History: Yoshio is the son of Tokuda Sanzo, a member of the House of Representatives of the Japanese National Diet. Tokuda Sanzo is well known for being a political firebrand, not only because he gives lengthy and passionate speeches on core topics, but also because his quirk allows him to spew fire from his mouth. Yoshio grew up watching his father's speeches on t.v., as well as having his mother as a semi-successful Hero, and quickly developed a keen interest in becoming both a passionate politician as well as a hero of justice. To his youthful mind, the two were hardly incompatible.

Much to a young Yoshio's consternation, many of his friends discovered his quirk before him. Having yet to demonstrate neither his father's fire breath nor his mother's concussive blasts, Yoshio was beginning to become frustrated with his lack of progress. One day, he went into something of a tantrum, lamenting his quirklessness in a long and screaming rant. Upon finishing, he unleashed a wave of concussive force from his mouth that destroyed one of the walls of his house. He was both overjoyed at having finally discovered his quirk and regretful that he had caused some damage to his own house. It was of little consequence in the end, as Yoshio had his eyes set on the gleaming future that awaited him as a Hero.

Quirk Name: Filibuster

Quirk Description: "Filibuster" operates via Yoshio building energy by speaking for varying amounts of time before unleashing the energy in a concussive blast. The longer he speaks for before discharging his energy, the more it builds up and thus the more strength lies behind the blast. Speaking for a very short period of time, for instance saying something like "Move!" or "Go away!", will produce force equivalent to a mildly strong push. Launching into a long speech, on the other hand, could generate enough force to smash through walls and send people flying. Absurdly long rants could produce potentially devastating results, however Yoshio has yet to experiment so much with his quirk, and he may never have the opportunity. The quirk relies on speaking loudly and clearly, so speaking in a soft tone would produce no energy. The range of his concussive blasts varies, with weaker ones travelling the width of a modest room, and stronger ones being carried across several blocks. Their strength is also affected by their travel time, operating on a sort of "shotgun" effect, meaning they are strongest when first released but dissipate as they travel.

Quirk Weaknesses: The most obvious weakness of "Filibuster" is that it relies entirely upon Yoshio's ability to speak, which if disruptive would render him effectively quirkless. If Yoshio were in the middle of building up energy and was interrupted by any means, he would be forced to discharge the energy regardless of his will, which may result in unfortunate consequences for both himself or anyone or anything nearby. His quirk also lacks subtlety, requiring a certain degree of noise even to begin using it, and thus making it worthless to someone attempting to attack without being seen, although it could be useful against somebody that doesn't know how it works. Extensive use of his quirk will leave Yoshio with a severely sore throat, making him incapable of using it again until his throat heals.

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Location: Chihaiten Academy - Classroom
Interacting with:Alekos @Saarebas Noah @AdmrlStalfos19 Zentaro @Bornlucky

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The large man had first began getting excited on the pink haired guy's... pink hair. Honestly, it was super cool and pretty unusual. He certainly sounded amazed. He then turned his attention to him. Rikuo grinned at the man. Looks like he already found a kindred spirit this time - a nice change of pace from Yoshiba who was rather serious. Not that he was saying that meeting Yoshiba was a bad thing. Knowing that there were so many types of people in this classroom made everything more interesting. He had to talk with everyone in class at some point. "It does, actually. Hope that doesn't happen again though. Speaking from experience, teachers don't like it when students run late." He replied and then followed it with a chuckle. While it had been rare, teachers were usually getting angry at him. He did try sneaking in multiple times, so perhaps that was the reason they got angry at him.

Before he could introduce himself, a light brown haired girl entered the room and sat down at the opposite side of himself. Rikuo seemed to turn his interest to her as she seemed to look unsure on where she placed herself and was looking at their general direction. This led to Rikuo observing her further. She stood up and then sat down beside him. He looked back at Alekos and then said, "Oh right, the name's Rikuo Watanamiya. Nice to meet you all." He thought that introducing himself to all three people present would be the best course of action. He then leaned back as he began to listen to the two converse.

The girl doesn't seem to be too good with Japanese, since she looked like she was having trouble with speaking. Whoa, he didn't think that he would have a foreigner - oh wait. Robin was one as well right? Except he was pretty much well-versed in Japanese. She seemed to think that Al wasn't a first year - despite him being here. Honestly, though, he didn't think that the school would actually make a mistake like that. Though maybe in her home country, it might have happened at least once for her to assume that it might be a thing. But then he became lost as the girl started to speak in English. As much as he loathed to admit it, he cannot converse in English. He could understand bits of pieces - but never entire conversations.

So, he continued to listen but then looked around. There was the green haired girl that sat just a little bit away so he couldn't actively talk with her since she was too far. Shame. It was hard to talk to the pink haired guy too, since he was pretty far too and he would be directly disturbing Al and the girl's conversation if he tried. The teacher, Mr. Kemikaru, was still sitting on his chair - watching them fill up their own seats. There were still some bits of formula left over on the board and he tried to make something out of it by tapping into his knowledge of Chemistry from his previous years in a normal school, but most of it went over his head. Maybe it was because it wasn't the complete formula. He should ask Mr. Kemikaru about it later. Honestly, he wanted to know more about it. He might not be the most studious of students, but his curiosity must be sated.

Rikuo looked back at the pair beside him when he heard the girl mention that her name was Noah. Huh, that was good to know even if he was just kind of eavesdropping. Thinking back to the event earlier where the headmistress called up all their names, he fished out Noah's name. Noah Acosta... Noah huh? Sounded like a guy's name but maybe he was mistaken. Anyhow, since she introduced herself with her first name, he assumed that she was fine with being called by her first name. He wondered when class would start.

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- Interacts with: @Saarebas,@AdmrlStalfos19,@Polaris North

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And the tall and evidently loud boy talked to him. About his hair of all subjects. How strange.

Zentato ran a hand though his curly pink hair. People used to compliment his hair when he was younger and ... rounder. But once he got tall and built people stopped complimenting his hair. They seem to think he would beat them down if they talked to him or talk about anything but his physical abilites which is what he wants people to talk about. But people talking his hair is not such a bad thing. It talks about something he can change at anytime so it wouldn't hurt to reply back to the loud boy. He also seemed to placed in the back often if his dialogue with him is truthful which it should be the boy seems incapable of lying. Which is nice. Zentaro gave the boy a response.

"Thank you, I grew it myself." Zentaro spoke overly seriously he didn't even realized he made a pun he wasn't used to getting compliments about anything but his fighting ability. The boy told him is name after excusing himself for being rude. Which he wasn't the topic hasn't arisen naturally yet. People care too much about politeness it seems at this school besides the blue haired girl. Zentaro nodded at the boy's overly long and hard to pronounced name, and Zentaro simply responded with, "I'm not everybody, I wish to see what our year holds in stores for the both of us, Alekos."

Oh, good another raised hand.

Zentaro silently raised the same side hand and poked the large man's hand and then diligently stared at him with the intent to say they're doing this strange ritual that people do to introduce themselves. After a few moments of silence Zentaro lowered his hand and stared back forward. But that wouldn't last long.

After that another boy spoke to the big boy and they joked about him being late. Zentaro felt a ting of annoyance in his gut but he snuffed it out. bvut he couldn't help but speak up, he can't let what should be equals act less then as such. "You should be more diligent in your effort from now on Alekos, if only so people won't get the wrong idea about you." Zentaro reprimanded the tall boy with his always serious face. Next was a girl who spoke with rudimentary Japanese. Zentaro took note of her Japanese and tried to think what her accent is. But her name is rather strange, when she introduced herself. Noah. Isn't that normally a boy's name? Maybe they're a boy? Neither? Both? How confusing. Zentaro couldn't help but speak up. Deciding to move on from the thought of this Noah person's gender since it wasn't any of his business nor did he really care to ask. "How long have you two been in Japan?" Zentaro asked the two foreigner of the group."You're Japanese is... passable. Better then my English, no doubt."  Zentaro mused aloud, if he wants to surpass his classmates he needs to learn English so they can't speak in front of him without him knowing what they're saying. He better pick up some books after class to help with that.

Finally everybody in the group introduced himself after the boy with glasses introduced himself. Zentaro placed a hand on his chin and thoughtfully wonder if he should give them his name before thinking a "Fuck it" and let them know. "It would appear you all put me at a disadvantage in this introductions game. I won't lose. I'm Zentaro Kobashigawa... I win... but so did everybody else it seems.... good for us." Zentaro spoke earnestly without any hesitation. He won and so did they all. How useless, a definite winner and loser is always best way of gauging such competitions. If everybody wins it proves nothing. But he decided to ignore his gut feeling and speak as he did, uselessly, like nearly every discussion he had today.

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Yoshio waited through the ceremony patiently, taking in every word. It was all a formality, but Yoshio felt the need to be respectful of it regardless. Yoshio was intrigued to learn he would be a part of Class A. He knew there was no true meaning in being part of the first class read out from the list, but he felt it could be auspicious in it's own way. Some people attributed a special meaning to being in a class with such a title whether it meant anything or not, and there was the fact that whenever anyone had to look through the class lists, their names would always be the first to be read. It would probably seem silly if anyone could read what was going on in his head right now, but Yoshio was in truth amusing himself with the thought rather than putting any real significance on this.

Upon entering into the classroom, Yoshio chose to sit in the second row, next to a girl with brown hair. "I hope you don't mind me taking this seat?" He asked politely. It was always possible that someone wanted their friends to sit next to them, in which case Yoshio would not mind relinquishing the seat in order to accommodate them. Otherwise, this seat would work as good as any other in the room for Yoshio. "My name is Yoshio Sanzo, by the way." He added. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."


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Age: 18
Appearance:
Annabelle stands at 5 foot 9 and has a thin physique. Obviously the most noticeable part of her appearance is her green skin and pointed, elf-like ears. She prides herself on her inhuman heritage, and while she could easily disguise herself as a normal human, she instead chooses to bear her features with pride. Her hair is long, wavy and a naturally pale red, almost matching the violet colour of her eyes.
Years in the Academy: 4
Ancestors: Ahura Boltagon[Father], Blackagar Boltagon[Grandfather], Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon[Grandmother]
Powers/Abilities: Annabelle possesses a few powers inherited from her father and grandfather at birth, but gained a few unique powers after going through the terrigenesis.
-Hypersonic scream. Anna's scream is nowhere near as powerful as her grandfathers or even her fathers. Her scream is a lot quieter and is only capable of leveling a modest sized block of flats at full potential.
-Energy beams. Again, a lot less powerful than her ancestors, the beams are capable of cutting through concrete but are rather thin and unwieldy.
-Inhuman physiology. After the terrigenesis, Anna's body was enhanced, giving her increased strength, speed, reflexes and endurance.
-Additionally she possesses the ability to store kinetic energy and in turn channel this energy into attacks. Currently she can only transfer the energy into small objects and throw them, causing them to explode or simply disperse it through her hands.
Bio: Annabelle was of course born as the daughter to Ahura Boltagon, just before he was elected as CEO of the Ennilux Corporation. Her early life isn't much to speak of. It was relatively sheltered, what with her being descended from royalty and her father being the head of one of the largest Inhuman corporations. She was hardly even allowed to have friends, and any that she did make were vetted and scoped out to the point where they practically didn't want to be her friend in the end. As a result, Annabelle developed a superiority complex, believing that the reason people didn't like her was because she was inferior and the only way to get people to like her was to act like the royalty she was.

However, making friends wasn't exactly on her mind while the complex came about, her Terrigenesis was coming up and she was overtly nervous about it. While the genetic deformities had mostly been stomped out through the screening process done before hand, Annabelle was still terrified that she'd come out the other side looking like some sort of monster.

Suffice to say, she was right to be nervous. She spent the next month in her room, crying about her green skin, strange eyes and pointed ears. It took another month before her father convinced her to be proud of her deformities and show them off like a prize. She began taking more trips into the human world after that, seeing herself as an ambassador for the Inhumans. Her father let her go on believing it, after all she was only a girl of 13 years, what harm could a little embellishment do?

A year later and she received a letter from Tony Stark. Her grandfather urged her to join the avengers academy, having worked with Stark in the Illuminati. She accepted and has attended the school for 4 years now, providing a valued asset and representing the small number of inhumans at the academy.
Family/Relationships?:
James Victor Rodgers
James and Anna don't know each other hugely well, but they've met from time to time. Anna would consider James to be a friend of hers, but dislikes his boy scout attitude to things and doesn't really know enough about him to be good friends. In their first year, James helped Anna fend off some bullies who were mocking her for her skin colour and inhuman status.
Mark Westbrook
Anna doesn't know Mark all that much, she's been in a few classes with him but other than that she has little idea of who he is.
Vix
Anna has been in a few classes with Vix, but again she hasn't spoken to her very much and doesn't really know who she is.
Will Fleeter
Anna has never met Will.
Charlotte Rhodes
Anna knows Charlotte well enough to call her a friend. They were often study partners around exam time and occasionally spar with each other. Charlotte often teases Anna due to her royal heritage.
Alex Kinney
Anna knows Alex fairly well. She wouldn't exactly call him a friend, but not exactly an acquaintance either, just somewhere inbetween.
Weapons: None as of yet.
Personality: Annabelle has a tendency to expect the worst of just about everything. Be it people or situations, she mostly always has a negative outlook on how it will turn out. She has a little bit of a superiority complex, especially when it comes to music. For the most part, the complex plays itself out to hide how inferior she really feels on the inside, but when it actually comes to music she does, in fact, feel superior to most people. Speaking of, she is most definitely an 'indie chick'. She browses vintage shops, listens to old music(primarily the Smiths and the like) and has a penchant for disliking mainstream things.

However, it's not all doom and gloom when it comes to Annabelle. While she can come off as rather cold initially, after becoming her friend she is as loyal as loyal can be. She is also plainly honest, never wanting to lie to someone unless it would hurt them. She often hugs people when drunk and won't hesitate to claim someone who is only marginally her friend is her best friend.
Other:

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Richard was late waking up. This always happened on his first day ever since the beginning of his second year. He had arrived the day before to unpack the things he brought back home and decided to get a good rest after staying out until two in the morning. Nothing good ever happens after two a.m. He was sleeping in his makeshift spider web hammock that rested above his own bed. He always wondered if he was weird for liking to rest in the thing every now and then. Besides his family no one even knew this about him.

He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. "Ten... maybe thirty more minutes." His alarm clock on the other hand had other plans and kept blaring until he turned over and shot a web at it. Once attached he pulled the clock up to him and turned it off and jumped down onto the floor. His room looked like a miniature replica of his room back home. He had gotten used to the smaller space so it wasn't really a problem. He turned to his window to see the view he would normally see from his New York home. During his first year there he placed a holographic screen over the window so that he could wake up to the site every morning. "Window off." As he said that the screen faded and revealed the scenery outside of the dormitory.

Richard made his way to the bathroom and started his morning routine of showering, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and etc. This morning fortunately didn't have any sticky mishaps so that was a plus. Once all of that was said and done he put on his clothes which was just a regular black t-shirt with some jeans and an Avengers Academy jacket that he had customized. It was blue with a red A in the right corner of the jacket and on the jacket the word SPIDER was emblazoned in red a little above the center. To top it all off he had his necklace hanging around his neck.

Since he was already late for breakfast he decided to take the scenic route. He looked at his hammock and said, "I'll take you down later." and headed to his window. He opened it and climbed out and made sure to close it and lock it with webs. He didn't want to be the reason a villain was able to get into the dorms. He crawled up the wall and saw some familiar faces below that were looking at him. He waved and continued to head up until he reached the roof.

Once there he looked towards the cafeteria deciding to make a pit stop there before the cafeteria. Just at that moment the rocket situation was coming to its end and explosive shrapnel flew everywhere. He was sure everyone was okay. If not there was no real worry. The school was a school for heroes and geniuses so the medical advancements were well... advanced. Richie didn't hesitate in heading over and arrived once the drones did.

He listened to the drone that approached James and the others and heard the voice of their head instructor. Once he was finished he surprisingly made a gentle landing on top of its head in a crouched position and said, "I missed all the rocket fun. There's no way I'm missing this." He noticed some familiar faces and masks in the group and knew this was going to be interesting.

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Will looked surprised. He wasn't really used to being approached in a friendly manner, especially by older kids. Back at the orphanage, older kids just picked on Will. He listened carefully to the boy, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm Will. Nice to meet you, James. And, uh, sure. I'll join you guys." Said Will, trying his best not to seem nervous. He forced a smile, holding out his hand and wondering if James would take it. He was doing his best to keep still, but it was a bit difficult. He hoped that the tower would have a bathroom...

He was still kind of getting used to this school. It looked as though there weren't a lot of kids his age here. Most of them seemed much older, maybe in the 15 to 18 range. he was only 10 himself, and frankly it was a little intimidating. He was still really new to his abilities, and wasn't really sure why he was being advanced so quickly. Maybe his powers would be really useful once he'd trained them, but for now he didn't really seem like he fit in.

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Alex slowly sat up in his bed to his phone ringing. He reached over to his practically bare bedside table to grab his phone. He answered the phone saying, "Hey, mom." Her response was what most overprotective mothers would say. "I've only been back for a day. How could I already get in trouble?" Alex talked with his mom slowly reassuring her that it was safe. Once they said goodbye Alex looked around his room. It was basically empty except for his bed, table, desk, chair, and all the stuff in his closet. He took his sweet time getting ready for the day. By the time he was done the majority of people on campus would be done with breakfast. Alex was dressed in normal sweatpants, a workout shirt with the Avengers logo in the top left corner, and his signature leather jacket with the detachable hood. He picked up his sheathed Ninjato attaching it to his belt then he stuck his bo staff into its side pocket.

 He then left for the Hall of Heroes for the beginning of the day. Despite his Hyper Speed, Alex chose to just walk there and took his sweet time. When he finally got there he saw the small time heroes of the day and the small kid who had been saved. Alex had no idea what had occurred earlier this morning but it was practically a certainty that he would later find out. For now he just stared at the group mostly looking at James. It felt awfully strange to Alex having to be near this guy but no one would ever hear him voice that opinion.

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"Oh boy... Here we go." Ben said as the group was told to report to the Hall of Heroes. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was getting an earful from the teachers, especially in regards to something he had little to no involvement in. Just then, a familiar person popped by and expressed interest in following.

"Richie! My man! What's up?" Ben raised his hand up high. He then noticed he mentioned not wanting to miss the moment. "Well, if you're goin', guess I am too." Ben said.

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James smiled as Will accepted the offer. It was interesting to see such a young kid here at the Academy, but to be fair, James enlisted when he was 12, so who was he to say? He didn't know what Will could do or what he was thinking, but he wasn't just going to leave him traumatized after seeing an almost death experience in a place he thought would be safe. He took the young boy's hand. "This your first year?" As they all walked to the tower, James tried his best to give Will the unofficial tour of the place, pointing at things, and at people who were descendants of famous heroes.

The Hall of Heroes was the most impressive building in the Academy. The first floor was a bit like a museum, displaying all the heroes who have come and gone into the Avengers, but in the center of the room were the costumes and information of the founding members of the Avengers so long ago. Captain America, Thor, Iron-Man, Ant-man, Hulk, and Wasp... It always sent chills down James' spine whenever he walked into this room. They were their legacy. One day their suits will be in here with the likes of Spider-Man, Falcon, and so many more.

He saw that Vix and Annabelle were already here, and soon everyone else followed suit. James looked down at Will to see his expression on his face. He didn't know if his parents were in this collection, or if he was impressed at all, but something told him that Will was going to make it here some day...

James caught movement from the corner of his eye. He turned to see that Alex Kinney made an appearance. It was always a weird feeling whenever the two were in the same room... His mother was cloned from Grandpa Logan's genes, which means that they were technically related. He remembered the conversation Grandpa Logan had with him when Alex first came to the academy. He had been through a lot as a kid, and that James had to keep an eye on him so nothing bad happens. He didn't specifically knew what that meant at the time, but from the small conversations that they had, he knew not to pry too much into it.

Maybe one day they'll talk about this kind of stuff...

He was about to go talk to Alex until the elevator in the corner of the room opened, and out came an older man, with graying brown hair, with a matching beard, and probably the best poker face in the world. He wore a nice red and blue suit, and his eyes scanned the room. "Mr. Lang--" James started, but the older man simply shook his head.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The old man demanded, looking at the small group that joined. For all the years James trained under Scott Lang, he could never know if he was angry, or if he was simply asking and wanted to know how the situation went.

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The situation played itself out rather well. The students aptly handled it all and kept everyone safe. Annabelle only hoped things would go as smoothly out in the field, lord knows they would be handling things a lot more dangerous than just bottle rockets. She bit the corner of her thumbs fingernail, a bad habit she had adopted during her first few nervous weeks at the academy. She turned slightly towards Vix as the projection faded.
"Problem is, what you prefer doesn't always lead to the one as you put it." She spoke, rather pessimistically. "Anyway, enough of that soppy stuff." She continued, intending to continue speaking but stopped herself as the group from the cafeteria made their way into the hall of heroes. "Looks like stuff is starting, we'd better join the group." She stated rather formally before making her way up to the group and following suit.