[System]
Age:

22

Appearance:

 Subject stands 160 cm (5'2") in height. Subject also has light hazel eyes with short hair to match.

Abilities:

 Subject possesses an unobserved form of  Affinity with Pain*  (*Suffering?): Record has the Subject breaking a door off its hinges when it was accidentally closed on and injured her fingers. While it was evident there was damage – multiple broken phalanxes and torn skin – the injury seemed to have never happened, suggesting a Regenerative Healing Factor. The strength which she gained to break the door was hypothesized to come from her injury.

 The extent to which the two abilities are able to reach is unknown. Further insight is needed.

History:

 Subject is of Gaelic origin, raised in The United Kingdom. Parents show no obvious signs of empowerment, and have therefore the hypothesis that the Subject's abilities are of a spontaneous mutation is further supported. Parents are a non-factor.

 Subject is a student of Department of Law in the  London School of Economics and Political Science  – top of her class, with multiple intern experiences with many important figures. Many people know her.

 Her current residence is in the central London area, alone, supported with her position of Paralegal in Yip Tse & Chiang, a Chinese-based law firm.

[User]
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It was one of the stranger reactions that Agent Caits could have given to Gershwin, and it shook up how she wanted to see her. When the door was opened for her, a bit of anxiety ran through her spine to see the much taller woman to be so inviting and intimidating – a mix of feelings that made her hesitate to get up from her bed and meet her. But get up she did eventually, and did not speak to Agent Caits nor Cody as the three stood in the hallway. She maintained eye-contact with the two, but did not speak a word. Already a weird way to start off the day, but that was the way around here – and it was preferable to the needles and invasion.

Though Gershwin wanted to initiate small talk, she thought otherwise in shame for her assumption back in the cell. If she was so human, why do all this? It was as odd to be so ambivalent and oxymoronic: a friendly human hunter, almost as bizarre as they themselves with abilities. Is Agent Caits really what she makes out to be? What was more to her?

She contemplated as she and Cody finally end up at a Conference Room 18A. There inside was an old, fairly-slouched lady with graying hair and wrinkled lines. Despite her advanced age, she moved and operated as if she were no older than 30, as if her mind and spirit fight continuously to overcome her ever failing body. The fascination was destroyed when the lady in her white overalls – a scientist, presumably – turned and grimaced, repulsed by their very sight.

'Subject 29, please sit on the far end of the table. Subject 30, please enter that cubicle in the corner behind me. Agent, you may leave.'

Fearful to disobey orders from this now-haggard-looking doctor, she followed instructions and sat down. In front of her was a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. Inside the cubicle, she saw a chair and a video camera fronted to face the chair – perhaps Cody will be recorded doing something. With him in mind, she met his gaze, as she waited for him to react.  'Don't start a fight, Cody…'  she thought.

[Assistant]
Agent Caits was a little unprepared for Gerswhins reaction. It appeared she had given the girl pause, and Agent Caits was curious about that. Agent Caits allowed Gerswhin time to compose herself, taking the time to do so herself, reigning in the emotions that had made her speak so.

Walking them to the room, Agent Caits didn't strike up conversation, to concerned with Agent Dioxides visit to the big boss. Once they were delivered, Agent Caits reluctantly left, wondering still how they would enable Cody to do this.

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The morning seemed to be a strange one indeed. The small confrontation in the cells left Cody with a curious feeling of anti climax. Almost like Agent Caits had defused a bomb with her raw words. The two seemed content to walk in silence, and Cody merely stayed silent as well, but he did reach out and give Gerwhins shoulder a squeeze, uncanningly touching her shoulder with ease, despite his lack of sight. Or perhaps because of it.

As they were told what to do, Cody merely blinked. While he could, of course, see in his own way, this new doctor didn't need to know just how well he could see. He stared at the woman with determination. He would not look away.

[right]'excuse me, Ma'am. No doubt you are aware of my blindness, and my ability to see with my powers, but even I can find it difficult to deal with cubicles-all that dark space amoung the light. I may need assistance ensuring I do not a chair for someone'[/rigjt]

He spoke politely, and have a slight shake of his head to GersehinC who seemed intent on having him do nothing. Once settled, Cody would sit, feeling mildly claustrophobic.

[User]
Dr. Jiang-Ping watched as Cody sat in his chair in the cubicle, and turned to confirm that Gershwin was seated as well. The two were ready to take on their task, and she spoke aloud so that both may hear her.

'Please tell us a short story. Use the keywords provided on the TV screen there. Subject 30, your keywords will be played by audio. The length of the story is up to you, but you must finish by 10 minutes. As soon as I slide Subject 30's door close, you two may begin.'

She turned and reached for the glass door, sliding it close. A rush of air escaped and the glass cubicle was sealed shut. It was soundproof, so no one from the outside could hear him. A red light on the camera shone, indicating it was now recording.

In the cubicle via audio, and through the TV in the conference room, came the words:

"Dog, Crawling, Dilemma, Branch, Toy."

Many questions could be asked as to what they expected, but the look on Dr. Jiang-Ping's face answered only one: no talking, and no asking.

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Those were strange words to write a story with. Anything with a dilemma was going to be terrible, or at least difficult. Though it wouldn't be difficult to write around the dilemma to make a happy ending, Gershwin still needed to talk about it and get around it. Writer's block didn't help, and the pressure with the time counting down was terrible – a Subject's inspiration, creativity – and hope, presumably – did not last here. But try she did, and she looked to Cody, who was doing his own work with the camera. Though she could not reach out to him, it was enough for her when she for the briefest of moments admired how attractive he was to have the story needed.

[Assistant]
The minute Cody was encased in the cubicle, he had a mild panic attack. Cut off from sound, he found himself completely without the sense to truly understand he was safe. His fingers dug into the table, as he tried to calm himself, deliberately drawing in slow breaths, until the sound of his own heart beating wasn't the only thing he could hear. After another few seconds, he could hear more sounds from outside the cubicle, and he relaxed.

He had wasted perhaps a moment, and he had missed most of the words, but Cody still began.

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Agent Caits was reluctant to leave the subjects, but she knew she had to. Moving towards the cafeteria, Agent Caits thought on the fact dioxide was facing big boss, hoping that they hadn't gotten caught.

Arriving at the cafeteria, she looked for Agent dioxide

[User]
The ten minutes were up, and the session was over. Of all the tests that were done to them, this felt the most odd. Surely the personality traits were the last thing they'd be interested in. Their agenda was still a mystery to Gershwin, considering the methods they previously employed. Investigating the source of their abilities must be the true test of what the human race can do; never mind space and time travel, solving this phenomenon could lead to answers to the progression, and perhaps the ultimate goal of life, giving us a purpose.

Lost in her train of thought, Gershwin was brought back to reality when the cubicle door slid open, as the doctor spoke in the deafeningly silent room:

'The test is now over. Wait here while Agent Caits returns to bring you to your next activity.'

She spoke the word 'activity' as if all the semantic correlations of fun, joy, and movement was sucked dry from it. This showed in her rush to leave the conference room, leaving the two Subjects alone. No doubt there were guards outside watching over them, so they had no choice but to wait.

'What do you think they want to do with knowledge of our abilities?'

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Agent Dioxide walked over to Agent Caits, not wanting to waste more time than needed.

'I guess they'll want you back to pick up our Subjects 29 and 30. Just take me to the office, and get going.'

[Assistant]
Alone in the cubicle, Cody knew the ten minutes had passed, and he was starting to grow concerned once more, the deafening silence pounding on his ears. He breathed in and out slowly, trying not to imagine that the walls were crushing him.

As the cubicle was opened and fresh air entered, Cody let out a long breath, before rising and leaving the cubicle, he was relieved to have sounds assaulting his senses once more. He moved over to Gerswhin, glancing to the doctor, but no more then that, looking back to Gerswhins brightness.

He pondered her question, wondering if he should answer truthfully what he thought or not. He swallowed, and chose his words carefully.

'I think they are looking for answers. I think that they want to be able to replicate our abilities. To use them in war. I think they want to create a destructive force. Understanding what we can do, how we think, is probably a way of doing that.

And I think, I fear, that they will figure out everything I've done has been a way of sending them on a goose chase'

The last sentence was spoken softly, barely audible, as he glanced about them.

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Agent Caits nodded, starting towards big bosses office. She had been wondering why she was required to take him to Big Bosses office, and the only thing she could think of was that they knew what Dioxide had done.

She hoped that that hadn't occurred to him.

'No doubt'

It was all she said as she took him to the office

[User]
'God, I hope they never find that answer – especially mine. If there's one thing the world does not need any more of, is another catastrophe, or a kind of world war that many people have dreaded for years to never come. Nuclear, they used to say was what would be the cause of it; nope, it would be a bunch of power-hungry anomalies.'

Right on the dot, at 0700 on the clock, Agent Caits opened the door and stood at attention, presumably waiting for them to exit.

'Where's Agent Dioxide? What's the plan now?'

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Date and Time: 11/03/2016, 0650

Agent Dioxide had to treat it as a routine event, effected by perhaps the need of a status report – the kind of information that is not written on paper, but is nevertheless invaluable for assessment of both Subject and Agent. Still, the throbbing pain that is his pacing heart made him worry that his appearance would betray the notion of his innocence. In that way, Big Boss did not need a lie detector, as his very presence demanded the truth, that he could somehow sieve through your lies and break you apart.

'Sir?'

'I believe I should speak to the Higher-ups about having stricter qualifications on the recruiting of Agents. How does someone like you – with a severe form of Precordial Catch Syndrome – even walk up the damn stairs, let alone pass the physical exams, without dying?

Yes, I know about it. Your dilated pupils, slight perspiration, fidgety legs, and your shirt is literally moving with your pulsing heart.'

'Sir, I more than make up for my physical complication with my ability to plan and think incredibly well. I coordinated the extractions of 12 of our Subjects, including our most recent 29. I always strategize 10 steps ahead of my first, and that makes me very competent.'

'Yes, your 190 IQ is indeed impressive – though nothing to my 280, it's still valuable. Which leads me to the question I have for you:

How would you prepare for field-tests with the Subjects 29 and 30?

'Sir?'

'Unlike most of our Subjects, these two possess actual offensive, and combative abilities. The last one we had, Subject 3, had Acidic Poison Generation, but was not immune to his own acidic poison. Bloody fool sprayed poison on himself and died.'

But 29 and 30…. The possibilities are up there. I would like to know how you think we should operate.'

'Sir, I believe we can handle a "fight simulation" with Subject 30, but Subject 29 is something else. We don't yet know the extent of which her abilities go, and whether or not we can subdue and control her once in her enraged form.'

'I thought you said you plan very well.'

'I do, sir, but I don't think even with the combined power of five armies can we hope to control Subject 29. Field reports of her initial extraction says otherwise.'

'Then we bring in ten armies. The fact that she's here in our control  means she is stoppable.

You disappoint me, Agent Dioxide. Leave.'

There was nothing else he could argue with. He could not provide an answer sensible enough to persuade Big Boss otherwise that this was a bad idea. He stood, and turned to leave. When his hand reached for the door knob, Big Boss spoke:

'Return the grenade.'

That made him jump, his heart ached and he feared that he would collapse then and there. But he opened the door quickly enough for him to slam it closed and catch his breath.


[System]
Appearance (Real Life)

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"I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it."

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Appearance
Sora has sharp features that add to his coquettish countenance. However, they also appear somewhat delicate if not dainty. In general, he could be described as playful.

Height
6'4"

Weight
162 lbs - 73.482 kgs

Hair Color
Light Red

Eye Color
Light Red
Age
16

History
The Naruse family. A series of extremely successful players and students that have created a legacy and stand as an economic powerhouse. The family has considerable fame and power, as well as an equal amount of pride.

Sora was born into the Naruse family, not as a gift, but a nuisance and burden. He was gifted the position of bastard child from birth and was automatically shunned from the rest of the Naruse family. The father, at the time of Sora's birth, was in his early 20s, the renown and fame that came with his success as a DGO player still remained, and he is the expected successor of the Naruse family heritage. Despite his father's success, Sora held a much closer relationship to his meager mother, to which he grew up closely amidst the servant quarters.

His only rite of surviving as a member of the Naruse family was to act as a personal servant for his more pure blooded siblings. Nonetheless, he was never embittered by his situation and dutifully undertook the lessons in both basic education as well as etiquette and maintained his responsibilities in a disciplined fashion. Unfortunately, that life came to an end when his mother died in a vehicular accident while on a trip with a branch family. He was quickly chased out of the family without hesitation and Sora quickly became enveloped in the workings of the underworld to provide for himself. He was taken under the wing of a fairly prominent narcotic dealer who had deep ties with the prostitution business. Initially, Sora's innocent and childish features at the time were used to transport narcotics and he received protection, but eventually, a female client with specific taste had offered to buy him and he was shortly enlisted as a gigolo.

He received rigorous training in martial arts as well as ample experience in the desires of his employer. His past training in etiquette elated his employer and for three year, he was brought wherever she went, on every vacation, meeting, and social event she participated in. He began to grow extremely attached to her and she filled the motherly figure, a void that had been left behind with the Naruse family. They maintained their twisted relationship for a full three years before Sora began to outgrow the tastes of his employer, and although they remained on amicable terms, Sora was effectively fired for his aging features. At the age of 13, he was once again on his own with a three year skillset as a gigolo and an abnormally composed countenance for an adolescent, thus he continued to market his service as such and for two more years, underwent various tasks and experiences doubling as bodyguard and lover. However, with each client and each employment, he became more emotionally scarred and his personality was slowly bent into a broken form.

With constant association with high profile figures and law enforcement, his connections continued to grow for the next three years as outlandish as his existence was. With time, his experiences grew, but so did the warps and snarls in his mind. At the age of 16 he had been interacting with his first employer when she suggest he take a break from everything and go to a school. As she had indirect connections with the Purple Crown Academy, she sponsored his entrance. She was quite hasty as she had noticed the extreme decline in his mental state.

He agreed without hesitation to his past mistress and enrolled in Purple Crown Academy on his own. Although he already has saved up money, he is in the process of moving to a low-end dorm as well as finding a part-time job to take part in to support his own living expenses at the school as to not dip into his past savings.

Personality
Sora is inherently calm due to his upbringing, he often conceals his reactions with frivolous demeanor and countenance. He is the spitting image of an overconfident playboy; however, he carries obtuse gaps in his own personality and feels a constant, nagging pressure to avoid personal connections, to the point that he gains a severe pit in his stomach should he begin to form emotional attachments

There are numerous habits built into Sora's thought process due to his past lifestyle, generally, defensive measures as well as cautious behavior for those around him are virtually a part of him. Despite his shrewdness, he gives off an aura of being oblivious to his surroundings.

Although initially he had no interest in DGO, it has recently appealed to him as both a means of interacting with others as well as increasing his social status. When he began, he was somewhat flustered in his attempts at fighting with a different body from his own, but as he progressed, Sora began to truly engross himself in the combat. He attained newfound passion in fighting that he thoroughly enjoys.

Whenever Sora reaches a threshold of intensity while he is fighting, he unconsciously takes on a wolfish grin, becoming entirely enamored in the moment of battle.
Appearance (Avatar)

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"What kind of exercises do lazy people do?... Diddly-squats~"

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Avatar Class
Warrior - Duelist Archetype

Avatar Title Neron

Avatar Level (Initial)
1

Avatar Level (Current)
2

Avatar Guild
Ivory Masks

Avatar Abilities
-=Level 1 Ability=-
{Augmented Focus}
Cooldown: 30 seconds
Neron focuses on a single target, tuning out anything but what he is focused on. His damage towards the marked target is increased by 120% and damage taken from the marked opponent decreases by 80%. The damage Neron inflicts to opponents that are not targeted by {Augmented Focus} is decreased by 80% damage and damage received from non-marked opponents increases by 20%. If {Augmented Focus} is applied to another target, the former target is unmarked. The ability can only be nullified or switched after 10 seconds.

-=Level 2 Ability=-
{Augmented Pursuit}
Every successful strike on an opponent forms a floating chaser that appears as a miniature cone shaped missile which can be controlled by Neron as a lock-on projectile attack. On hit, the missile does damage equal to 50% of a normal attack alongside a medium pushback, as well as a 10 second 10% decrease in the target's movement speed and a 10% decrease in damage output. Neron receives a 10% increase in movement speed and a 10% increase in damage output on hit. Effects stack but are nullified after 10 seconds.

Avatar Feats:
Not a high enough level

[User]
Aaron Fletcher

 Over the past couple of days, Aaron had been busy finding any information he could on Corpse Collector. Unfortunately, the only thing he found was bone-dry news articles about the battle from two days ago, and speculation as to how she was able to hack the game on such a scale. All in all, around a day had been wasted on this task with no result. On the bright side, a new update for Deep Ground had rolled out during that time, although little was added, excepting some needed bug patches.

 At the current moment, however, he was seated in the middle of an Algebra class and taking a nap. For one reason or another, lectures on the Quadratic Formula did an amazing job of putting people to sleep, and the American was capitalizing on that fact. He was just barely closing in on a very restful half-hour when the bell that signaled the end of the day went off and jarred him awake. "Motherf..." Decidedly cutting himself off, the boy stood up and stretched, dumping the contents of his desk into his backpack and heading out of the room in the process. He stopped in the doorway as the oncoming horde of students rushing for the main entrance came by, and slipped into a small gap and started moving with the crowd. As always, it smelled like several people had forgotten to wear deodorant that day.

 After a long few moments of being jostled around a sea of humanity, Aaron was outside the front of the large brick building, taking in how massive Purple Crown Academy really was. "Well, that was nice. Now, who's doing what?" In a moment his phone was in his hand and he was checking his email... nothing as usual. So, he took a seat under a tree and opened up his school bag, and pulled out a notebook, laden with numbers and formulas. Even on the other side of the world, homework existed.

 And it was still a bitch.

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Jiro Katsurou

 With a hefty sigh, Jiro Katsurou pulled a pair of tweezers out of the underside of a simple robot, setting it down on its wheels once again. He'd been working on this thing with a small group for the last month or so, getting ready for an upcoming Robotics competition. The only problem was that the others had all but abandoned the hunk of metal and rubber, leaving the blue-haired boy to finish building and coding the thing. Sure, coding wasn't an issue, but building was another story. At the moment, it was a metal box with wheels. Style points would not be won with this thing, that's for sure.

 Then, out of nowhere, a loud ringing was heard and Jiro looked up at the clock. It was finally time to leave the building, and he did just that, rushing out with his bag before the throng got to his room. He was outside in less than a minute, already messaging a few of his friends.

 With the message to the other Sweepers sent, Jiro took a seat on a bench and watched the crowds move. Some stopping under trees, some getting into waiting cars, and others going for the dormitories. He himself was content to watch the world go by for a little while, slowing down for any length of time for the first time that day.
 @Lucius Cypher@Jedly

[Assistant]
Erika Mitsuki

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Birb@TheWindel

Her first day back had been magnificent, in a sense.

She'd been given a large welcome, many students coming to her to ask her how she was and to give her cards they'd made while she was in the hospital. Before, Erika had been popular in name only. Now it seemed every fanged ranger or cobalt bruiser that had chased her down the street or ivory mask that had harassed her had an apology and wanted to get to know her as a person. At first it was overwhelming, and yet she took it better than she thought she would. She'd never been popular like this before, with people genuinely asking her about things she likes or her opinions on ideas. All teachers seemed to be welcome to her as well... but that didn't make up for the fact she'd missed about a weeks worth of tests and homework.

More than a little worn down, she walked out of the school speaking with her best friend Yuuki. The two laughed at something the other had said, causing Erika's gentle curls to bounce up and down and her thick, hipster-esque glasses to slide halfway down her nose. At that moment, she happened to bump into a familiar red head.

Looking up, her large, pale blue eyes blinked when they saw the item of her crush before she'd slipped into a coma. Michael, aka the red king. She blushed, but instead of acting bashful as she usually did, her back straightened. She bowed her head to him as she felt her heart rate increase.

"Red king..."

She smiled as she looked back up at him, seeming to instantly catch his eyes again. He made her swoon just by him standing there... but she didn't want to give him trouble. She placed a hand on his arm, letting it slowly slip off of him as she passed, her black hair being tossed in the wind from being outside. She glanced back at him, smiling, before hurrying along.

Today was amazing, indeed.

At that moment she noticed the boy from before, Aaron, sitting under a tree and pulling out work. She could probably use some help herself, now that she thought about it. She ran up to him ecstatically.

"Aaron! Hey!"

She slid down in the grass in front of him, her pale eyes wide. In the last day they'd met up, they'd gotten into a small dialogue back in the hospital and were starting to become friends. She glanced at his homework and pulled her own out.

"It's impossible," She sighed, putting her bookbag aside and waving goodbye to Yuuki who continued her way down the hill. "You'd think being in a coma would excuse you from homework. I'd ask my brother for help but he's busy off somewhere pouting. Think you can help me instead?"

[User]
Morgan eventually logged out only to find her still in her room, half starved but alive. After a full meal, hot bath, and a look out the door for some fresh air she looked to see what the time and day was. It surprisingly wasn't all that long since she jacked in, but way longer than she should and would normally. Apparently they were doing some system maintenance, so hopefully whatever she experienced wouldn't happen again; but if the so called maintenance was just regular updates, that would mean she'd be free to try once more to access reccords. She didn't return to school for whatever reason feeling if they didn't noticed she was missing she could get away for a few more days. Though, still able to pull off the sick angle, both by acting and her current state of attire, if she had to. Her mind still felt funny on the days prior, but only the most embarrassing incidents coming crystal clear. She did at least know who/why/how she was where she was. She'd unfortunately have to wait for that coffee date with CC, but that just made time for her to look more into who the Black King was.

She pulled on some sweat pants and sweat shirt along and took another box lunch and set of lock-picks as she made her way down to the Records and Administration office, trying to stay out of sight as she waited for her chance.

[Assistant]
Sora stretched out with a contented smirk as he thought over his recent progress in DGO. He had been a growing presence in the arena as he constantly fought continuously in both 1v1 and team battle settings. Although he most enjoyed duels, he quickly found his character was most geared towards duels and in a simple match with only one opponent there rarely was a skill set as specific as his in fighting a singular enemy and he would often transcend levels. Thus, he began prevailing more in team battles where he could hone his skills more aptly while maintaining an intensive degree of challenge, often embedding himself in outnumbered fights. Whenever he wasn't fighting in the arena, he was diligently farming dissolutions. Eventually, he had leveled up and attained his second ability, causing no small amount of elation.

Following his level, he continued to practice in the arena and farm dissolutions until he was promptly kicked off following the events that transpired around the Corpse Collector's defeat. As pleased as he was with his current standing, however, he currently had nothing to do. His apartment recently had repairs and had reached livable conditions while his income was finally back on track with a part-time job. Without any sense of urgency, it had felt as if Sora's days had slowed to a crawl. Thus, Sora trudged out from his class and into the sun. Eventually, he made his way to a fairly large tree to which he propped himself up against and fell asleep with his backpack at his side.


[System]
~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~

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Age: 20
Gender: Female

Bio:
The daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.

Her upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer.

6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…

[User]
She too enjoyed the silence between them, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was if enjoying post coital bliss in the state of euphoria. Victoria inhaled deeply just as Vail began to speak. She listened to him suggest his idea, to which she nodded. "I can certainly do that. I was thinking about distracting him with my blood so he wouldn't smell the silver. But the question is just how much of my blood does he need to smell…? And if he tries to feed on me, will he drain me before you can even get to him?" She worriedly expressed, he would hear the concern in her voice. She'd never fought a vampire before either except when she slashed Vail's leg to get him off her.

"Either way there is great risk to both of us, we need to plan this out carefully to the very last detail. We cannot fail on the first attempt otherwise, there will be no second chance. And we will both be hunted to the end of days." Victoria sighed as she contemplated the consequences of their failure. She could see why he nearly whispered, who knows who lurked out in the dark. Surely Vail would have smelled them though and disposed of them or kept hidden or quiet. Especially if Spencer was lurking.

Feeling the confidence to move, she applied her hand to her wound, taking over from Vail's hand. She pushed herself up from the chaise lounge, as she rose, her hair brushed against the side of his face. She cleared her throat and removed her legs from his lap and placed her feet on the floor. She now sat next to him on the cushioned seat, she covered her legs over with her long skirt so she wouldn't feel cold. "We need to decide when to make our move…the timing must be right." She explained. Time was always of the essence in these things. "You can always back out you know….we don't have to continue the bargain." She didn't hold him to a contract, it was entirely his choice. "You can walk away at any time." She turned her face to look at him, or what she could see in the dark. But she knew he was there, and he could see better in the dark than she could. He would see her melancholic eyes glinting in what little light there was reflected from them. Other than her blood, she couldn't see him sticking around for anything more. It just depended on how addicted he was to it. Once her blood would be compromised in any way, she'd never see him again.

[Assistant]
It seemed to Vail like Victoria was already on the same page he was. He nodded when she said she had already considered using her blood to distract Lord Spencer from her weapons. It was a good plan, since their noses were much more attuned to iron than silver when it came to metals. He did ponder her question though. At a guess, he would say she didn't need very much to keep the Wynter's attention on her. Just her small cut at her party had been enough to draw them both to her from different parts of the room. To be safe, it would have been wise to use more than the bare minimum though.

"Just a cut," he answered, reaching out to trace his index finger across the width of her forearm in an absent demonstration. "But if you can, you should inflict it somewhere beneath your clothes. He'll be captivated trying to figure out where the source of the smell is coming from."

Her second question made him think as well. "No," he mused. "Draining a person of enough blood to kill them is a slow process, and he would be vulnerable to attack if he tries. You shouldn't have to worry about that as long as nothing happens to me before he bites you." Now that she belonged to him, he had no intention of letting a Wynter take her away from him. Her blood was his, and his alone, and he was going to feed on it solely until she died. If Spencer wanted her, he was going to have to put up a fight.

As Victoria sat up on the chair, Vail caught another hint of her perfume on the air she stirred. Her thick hair tickled his jaw, and he was nearly tempted to lean into it. He took a slow breath, reminding himself that the feeding was already done this eve, and he had no more reason to get closer to her. Closing any more distance without an excuse would just complicate their already obscure deal, and that was the last thing he wanted.

When she suddenly spoke again, he turned to her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to offer him an out. As much as he disliked the thought of murdering Spencer, he disliked the thought of giving up his right to her blood even more. "I know I can," he agreed, meeting her gaze as she looked at him. "But I won't." A smile curved his lip. "I meant it when I said I think you're worth it, My Lady. I'm not going anywhere until this whole thing is done."

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As Vail traced his finger along her forearm, she shuddered. In the darkness, she couldn't see much less anticipate any of his movements or actions. The sudden touch was sensuous in itself to only be able to feel it. Without her sight, her other senses heightened, especially touch. If this was his way of torturing her, he was doing a fantastic job. Never had she felt such a tenderness upon her skin there. It wasn't a customary thing in society to touch other than hands for handshakes, shoulders and hip touches for dances. And of course the back of the hand, where Vail had once himself kissed the Lady at the party. Some part of her thought he was enjoying teasing her.

Victoria felt a sigh of relief escape from her lips as Vail declined to get out of this bargain. He was so dedicated to finishing Spencer off just to get ensure he had a lifetime supply of her blood. As he met her gaze, she felt a tug at her chest. A dull ache even. Like there was something…missing. She wanted more. His touch ended too quickly for her liking and she missed it already. When Vail explained that she was worth it, she knew he only meant her blood. That was the only thing special about her.

"Very well. I shall plan a special cut for Spencer. I'll store the weapons here for you to retrieve before the event. I shall write to him for a meeting next week. We shall reconvene here once more before the curtain rises on our plan." Victoria declared with resolve, she even clenched her fist tightly. She stood up slowly, feeling her wound was fine enough to walk back home with and bandage over. She just hoped she wouldn't trip over in the darkness outside. The last thing she'd want is to attract a random vampire here to the grounds.

"And how do you plan on dispatching our…friend?" The Lady asked Lord Hygrace outrightly. She needed to know his method of hunt, how he planned to kill a rival vampire. What would he do if he failed? What would she do if Spencer found out before they executed their plan? There would be no place to run, no place to hide. It was do or die.

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As Victoria rose from the lounge, Vail did as well. He stretched his back, which was slightly uncomfortable from the way he had been leaning over her during the feed. Still, a little soreness was nothing compared to the high he had felt while he'd drank her unique blood. He could still feel the phantom of her delicate fingers on his shoulder and smell the remnants of iron that lingered in the room, both of which just made him more excited about the next time he would return to prey on her again.

At her description of the plan, he murmured his agreement. One week from now wasn't very far away, but he supposed it was better to get the more disturbing part of their pact over with sooner rather than later. Once Spencer was dead, he could focus entirely on the pleasure of meeting every three days to taste her blood. He quite looked forward to that.

"Just make sure the weapons are wrapped in a cloth or something else that will keep them covered," Vail added. "Otherwise I won't be able to touch them." Silver wasn't just off putting to him because of its pungent smell. Even the gentlest brush of the metal burned his skin. Though he was fully capable of handling a pistol, he couldn't use one made with silver unless he had something to put between his hand and the weapon. It was inconvenient, but it was what he had to do if he was to manipulate a gun like that.

"I could help you in one of two ways," he answered when Victoria asked how he planned to dispatch her fiancé. "Either you will distract him long enough for me to get a clear shot at his heart, or I will restrain him while you shoot." Both options seemed viable in his opinion. In either case, they would have to catch the Wynter by surprise, which meant the Lady would have to keep him distracted. As long as Spencer didn't catch on to what was happening before they had an opportunity to kill him, the murder would go smoothly.

"How confident are you with a gun?" Vail queried, deciding that was probably the biggest factor in determining which of them would shoot her fiancé.

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It may have been not very much time to plan the murder of Lord Spencer, but time was of the essence. The longer they waited, the riskier it was for him to find out and thwart their plan. She felt somewhat guilty at having to resort to using Vail to dispatch her enemy. However, she could not do it alone and she was rewarding him her entire lifetime of blood as recompense. As Vail explained to her to wrap the silver in cloth, she nodded at his request. "Do not worry, I will ensure you can handle the merchandise. Just make sure to wear gloves." She assured him confidently. "I know how…disgusted you are by it." She almost chuckled thinking back to how she teased him with the box of ammo on their walk home last time. How he jumped, he couldn't get far enough away, like a phobia. Seeing an all-powerful vampire succumb to something as simple as a piece of metal.

She listened to his proposal of dispatching the Lord Spencer. Both were plausible. Yet her shot was not accurate enough with a pistol. "I have only just began training with a pistol. I have a much better shot with a bow and arrow or crossbow with silver bolts. But those items are harder to conceal on my persons." She would have to be ready to point blank shoot Spencer in the heart should Vail's shot miss, however. "I will be the one to distract Spencer long enough for you to pull the trigger, I'm not confident with the gun yet, I could easily harm you in the process. But I shall be prepared to shoot nonetheless." She turned on her heel to leave. "One more thing though, Lord Hygrace….should he have to feed on me, I will let him, try not to get jealous….as it will cloud your judgement…" She instructed the Lord firmly. She didn't want anything to compromise her mission.

Although she wondered if he would only get jealous if another vampire fed on her blood when it was promised to him. He certainly didn't like that other vampire trying to feed on her. She had an inkling that he already had a possessive nature toward her that came with addiction. She was his drug and he wanted exclusive access….yet he did not stipulate that others could not have her blood. Or in other ways. Would another vampire's touch ire Vail if Victoria reacted in that same pleasurable way that was not by his hand? She could be wonder…

"Until we next meet…" She bowed lightly before departing from the summer house with hand firmly on her wound as she walked out of the door.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Arcana: The Empress
Equipment: Though Kimiko can rarely be found without a pack of bubblegum at her disposal, bubblegum is not an effective tool in combat. Nothing she carries, in fact, could be considered weaponry - save for perhaps a pair of drumsticks that would, again, prove inefficient.
Skills: A talented musician (drums) and, by extension, drumstick twirler. A trivia nerd through and through. Though lacking in physical combat skills or training herself, she's got a mean sucker punch or quick genital annihilation strike if jumped. She's also very observant, as you'd expect from someone who grew up in her household. Very difficult to lie to.
Appearance:

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Other Class Room Building

Ryoma killed the final table in a show of darkly divine power, but he can't keep fighting alone like this, Ryoma's mind has already laid out his capabilities, and they all pointed to a role of support with only one of his four abilities being offensive, while he has doubts he would be useful to have around with his impressive healing capability but he lacks the fire power to deal any amount of damage to the frozen samurai, which he figured out by its cool observation of his powers.

Ryoma needs others to help him out of this. Ryoma glared at the Samurai prepared for another attack, but yet, it stood still undisturbed by the brutal destruction of its lackeys, its gazes deep into Ryoma and Ai, but it did not move an inch at it stared at them nor did Ryoma move himself. Ryoma stared at its great Yumi.

Finally it moved.

Not in the manner he expected, instead the giant monster places the giant Yumi on its back and lifted up a guntleted hand and raise each of its fingers, then it stepped to the side, in a show of good well, a show of dominance, the hand dropped towards its blade, telling the two what it wants to do.

It wants to hunt and its giving them a five minute head start.

Ryoma let out a low growl before finally he looked over to Ai and grabbed her hand gently and he pulled her along at a comfortably fast pace for the two of them, his abdomen is still hurting and maybe even bleeding still, but he needs to take this opportunity to get his second wind back and hopefully find someone else with a Persona, while he doesn't like taking a monster's deal, it was the only thing he could do keep the both of them safe, even for a moment.

As Ryoma and Ai ran past the Samurai Ryoma looked at where its face should be as they ran past and give it a look of determination in a show that it hasn't won this battle yet, nor will it ever.

Ryoma looked forward to see where the two could run and hopefully find others. Ryoma thought he heard yelling a ways behind the samurai a bit ago but he was too focused on the tables to question it, maybe there's still somebody there. Ryoma hopes they're still alive.

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Hitomi spot Kimiko's sideways glance at her rear and smiled. It's always the backside that hooks them.

She jumped around on the spot, attempting to reach the peddles of the bike but never quite getting there. What was this bike built for? Giants?

Stupid bike makers. They needed to learn about real women. Who were only 4"9'.

"DRU's nice." She said flatly and generally normally. She smacked her lips and looked around the area. Just as she remembered it. The warzone in which she had met her two beloveds. Daisuke and Kimiko. She'd hope to officiate the wedding one day. If they'd allow her to. She and DRU side by side.

Nah. That'd be lame.

She'd rather just eat some watermelon and cuddle with the two of them. Maybe make them some coffee.

"Shall we?" She said steering their bike in the proper direction. It was Hitomi's only real goal to hangout. She didn't truly care about some kind of mission or purpose. She kinda just liked hanging out It was fun.

"So Kimiko you're looking pretty good today." Hitomi said examining her commmander. But as her eyes lingered she met Daisuke's gaze. He simply shook his head like a dissapointed parent.

"... Kay." Hitomi said accepting the fact that she shouldn't be staring at the commander like a pinup model. Instead she shot eyes at Daisuke moving her eyebrows up and down and blowing him a kiss. He just seemed to chuckle and turn back to waht he was doing.

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I think that might be mine...

It was a little fuzzy, but that stain was near where he remembered fighting. But he also didn't remember losing that much blood. Pepsi, maybe? There was evidence of fighting all over the square, even though the cop had done a good job cleaning up. It was little shit that you could see if you'd been there. New cracks where improvised mortars had hit. Damaged walls where pizzas had overshot their target. There was a collection of dents in concrete like craters, the spots robots had been hammered into the pavement by Daisuke's hand... Or, his.

I am thou, thou art me, all that bullshit.

The scene started to get his blood pumping again, like a lingering rush. Memories so fresh they were happening all over again.

His reverie got interrupted when his head was pulled up, and his passenger shifted on his back. He continued the motion, craning his head far enough back to meet her gaze. The angle just barely worked, any less and he wouldn't have seen her, any more and... Well, he wouldn't have seen her. Green met brown and the delinquent's eyebrows arched up a little at the atlas comment, and even more at the 'main four (directions)'.

Such a strange girl.

Still, she wasn't wrong. He'd figured out an alternate route before they stopped, but he'd have just gone right through. Tape didn't block the sidewalk that great. And it was tape. He'd be through and away before the cops even caught on. Buuuut... Well, a quick glance at the other bike made him reconsider. New guy looked like he wanted to die, and Hitomi was crazy as usual. That bike was not sized for her. So he pushed off, picking up speed and heading south a block to circle around and keep heading for Sasori's office.

Kimiko's shift was actually pretty helpful, even if he neck didn't appreciate it. Moviin' her center of gravity up helped him balance the back, settled her mass center on his shoulders. He leaned forward a liiiittle more, putting on a little more speed to compensate for the detour. He wanted to open right up, hit top speed and get there in a minute. Making Kimiko hang on tighter seemed like a pretty funny idea.

But again. Other bike.

Speaking of, he caught Hitomi's eyes pointed their way and met them with a little eye roll. If Kimiko was a strange girl, she was bizarre. The people he chose to surround himself with. She seemed to think a little better of Plan A, though Plan B was to eye him. The absurdity was worth a chuckle.

"We're almost there, kids. Kazou, try not to freak. Not what I feel like handling today."

Sinatra @Write @Kafka Komedy

[Assistant]
Kazou - The Road to Dru

Current Group:@Krayzikk@Write@Plank Sinatra

Kazou's eyes lingered on the scene of the crime as Kimiko described exactly how it went down. Kazou could barely piece it together but basically these three fought pizza robots, apparently with their fists. But this seemed so elaborate, too elaborate to be a prank. Anywho, the group needed to find a way around this mini police blockade, since Kazou was not in the mood to get in a fight with the police, even if he suspected just being in this group would attract legal attention.

Returning to the bike, Hitomi steered them in the right direction as Kazou attempted to get up to Daisuke's speed again. Though Kazou was now sweating, it was obvious his better was slowing down for him. He even had the lighter woman with him, and she wasn't on his damn shoulders either. The mentally ill woman making passes at the both of them and not acknowledging him made him feel somehow worse. As soon as this was done he was walking home; all this outing reminded him of was that he hated himself.

At Daisuke's comment, Kazou only offered a hollow "No promises." At the least they'd be at this stupid office soon. Not that it would offer anything substantial anyways, any link to his previous happiness. A sort of second wind happened to Kazou's body, powered by a mix of spite and need to leave. As soon as the two were parallel, they reached the building.

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Komedy@Krayzikk@Write@Plank Sinatra

Ah, so it's time, oh shit wrong playlist

Sasori and Co. Investigations

The building that the quartet of youths sought blended well into its suburban environs, distinguishable only by the presence of a glass door upon which was written the name of agency: "Sasori and Co. Investigations". Its colours were a fading red, the brick that had been used in its construction having weathered years upon years of erosion at the hands of global warming, drive-by shootings and the general effects of elements due to the passing of time. A white Toyota HiAce, one with scratches and dents clearly noticeable upon its front, was parked in front, being attended to by some lime-haired motorman.

That motorman, a well-dressed rube-lookin' fella with ruby peepers, turned around to take a gander at the incoming quartet. His rags were a pretty queer sight, like he'd just stepped outta the pictures, and that funny lid sitting on his green mop didn't help the image. Everything just screamed 'shamus', and one didn't need to be a real Einstein to figure out the score: this was the dick they were lookin' for.

Yoshinori Sasori, whoopee gumshoe from suburbia. Another thirty-one year old bub. Unmarried.

"What's the damage, kids?" he asked in greeting, calling over to them with an easy grin.

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"Sasori-san!"

She liked the straight-talking old peeper. He'd been considerate enough to at least grab them some food yesterday before they'd put their heads together to crack the devilish mystery at the heart of the case of the possessed pizza Phenexes. Maybe the others weren't as comfortable here - after all, the place was no palace and not everyone could really flap gums with Sasori for very long without getting confused. But Kimiko, the princess of two queen bee PIs herself, enjoyed his company.

"We're hitting on all eight on this end. I brought the gang." Kimiko gestured expansively to the crews of the two bicycles, hopping down off Daisuke's shoulders and plopping her helmet down on Daisuke's head. He'd need protection for the rest of the trip. "You know the nance and my little tomato. The new kid is Kazou. He's got a different konk than the rest of us, even the moll. Might be a little bit of a gunsel, honestly...no idea if he'd throw lead or take the powder when the time comes. But I'd like to think he's a wise head. Now, where's my doggo."

Kimiko walked around the Toyota once, looking for any sign of her DRU inside the van, before drifting towards the front of Sasori's office. Her eyes widened in satisfaction when they struck her prize, and a soft coo rang out from the charismatic weirdo's pipes, the sounds of her beginning to call for a pet. If anyone followed her gaze through the glass door, they would see the doggo in question skidding along Sasori's dinged-up hardwood floors. Its optics, an artificial clear blue that could only be a product of machinery, gradually filled up with a swelling pink heart inside each eyeball, bouncing giddily in Kimiko Saitō's direction.

"Aaaaah." Even in Kimiko's typical lazy monotone, her glee at DRU's approach and recognition of her person was palpable. She looked like a proud parent who had just been christened 'Mama' by a learning infant for the first time. "There it is. Who's my little pizza boy?"

 << I T ' S S O E X C I T I N G T O B E H E R E >>

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah."

Kimiko held open the glass door for her loyal automaton until its four wheels touched concrete, at which point she parked her butt firmly upon DRU's oblong head and turned to face the group, legs straddling DRU's sides affectionately.

"See, Kazou? Doubting a girl never pays off in this game called life, unless you happen to be a boy or girl. Then you're playing the high-low wheel called love, and that's a whole different type of game."


[System]
Sporko's Character
Gender: Male.
Species: Werebeast- WereDragon.
Age: Physically 25.
Human Appearance:
Height: 6'04".
Hair: Short Scruffy Dark brown-Near black hair, sit's just below his ears with minimal fringe.
Face: Deep Golden Eyes, Midway between White and Tanned skin. He has a scar over his left cheek.
Attire: Drake tends to wear a tank top and any sort of pants he can, sometimes he wears a hoodie.
Personality: Drake is often seen as a hardass, pretty stubborn and quiet. Deep down he is really caring, and has a Dragons Pride.

Beastial Form:
Beastial Type: Dragon.
Appearance:
Drakes Beastial form is a large Dark blue Dragon, midway between Humanoid and Beastial. He stands at around Seven feet in this form, but mainly stays on all fours. He's got large wings that fold up on his back and small spines that etch down his back and some feather-like spines on the tip of his tail.

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The beasts ears flicked as he heard footsteps running down the hallway. His tail swayed before he breathed in quickly; sudden streaks of blue echoing over his scales before coiling down to the edges of his mouth, before he shot another blast of plasma at the wall.
The Plasma hit the wall square on, causing a large hole to break from the wall. The Werebeast shook his head and neck slightly, a rumble that sounded much like a chuckle from his chest as the Vampire spoke to him.

He crouched to fully get through the wall before he broke out into a full run as soon as he was through the hole, he ran away from the compound as fast as his injured body would let him.
It took about 20 minutes, but he was far enough from the compound to be comfortable to collapse onto the ground.
"We technically are." The Werebeast said with a chuckle, in terms of her last statement. "Well, I am the last of my kind. There are other werereptilians, Yes; but nothing like myself."

He let out a tired huff, moving his injured paw out from under his body. He looked at the Vampire. There was silence between the two of them for a moment, The WereBeast reveled in this moment' everything was peaceful for the time being, both of them injured and exhausted...

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Iris felt the relief hit her when they were away from the compound, distance between them but she felt the creature stop collapsing from exhaustion. Sliding off his back she sat opposite the dragon watching him intently. "Well I must say; I'm impressed you haven't had the urge to rip my head off." Giving him a playful smile, she was only trying to lighten the mood, "We are meant to be mortal enemies after all."

Glancing at the injured paw he had moved from his body she moved closer. Hands ripped the hem of her dress with ease creating a strip of material. Cautiously she picked up the injured paw in her hands and began to wrap the injury, it would help keep it in place and hopefully stop from any sort of infections. Plus, she didn't know what kind of healing rate he had nor did she know if she could use her blood to heal him.

"Other werereptilians?" Questioning at his comment she was curious to know what other type of creatures were out there. "I suppose you are some sort of leader then? Like head of your species? If that makes sense of course." Feeling the cool breeze in the air she couldn't help but smile, she was out of that compound. Out of immediate danger, well she did not know what kind of danger she faced being with the weredragon but he had not shown any signs he would harm her.

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The Weredragon winced as she tied up his injury, wanting to pull away but kept himself still.
"Heh, I'm stronger than those instincts." He said with a low rumble from his chest, "You are showing no hostility to me, so I don't need to waste energy on unneeded hostility towards you. The whole war between the races is stupid." He commented before he moved to tuck his paw back under his body now that it was patched up momentarily.

He listened to her speak with a small sigh, "I wouldn't say I'm a leader, no." He said, stretching his body slightly so he was sitting a bit more proper.
"I am one of the Strongest Werebeasts." He mentioned before he huffed, "Or so I've been told."
There was a moment of silence from him before he stood up properly, giving a stretch.

"Come. I have a cave not too far; It is covered and safe." The beast started, looking to the Vampire, "We can rest; we can heal and then figure out where we're going to go from there." He said, lowering his body as an offer to the Vampire.
She didn't seem too dangerous, as long as she showed no signs of attacking her he would be humble.

[Assistant]
"True, I wonder what even sparked the war in the first place." All she had known was the fact they were enemies, that hey should hate each other and that at all costs should avoid as they could die. It sounds all well and good, but it did raise some sort of confusion as it was hard to ignore teachings that had been instilled in her for quite some time.

"I can understand why the strongest, again, dragon." Frowning she glanced around their surroundings before she caught him move again. Hesitant at following she reached her hand out but stopped, she felt this conflict almost. Noticing her own hand tremble ever so slightly she made the decision to get upon his back once more and follow. He was right, they needed to rest and although she was slowly starting to heal it did not mean she was ready to face off against another set of hunters.

"How did they find you?" She had her own suspicions on how she had been found but was unsure on if it was the case. Everything had happened in a sort of blur. Seeing the cave approach, she couldn't help but sigh with relief, it felt like she would be safe to regain her strength before moving. Why had the hunters targeted them? "How did they know of your existence?" It was an unsettling question as she had no clue he even existed but some hunters had? It set her on edge.

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"Something something Old friends turned enemies over land, money or a woman- Depending on where you hear the story." He said as he walked along slowly, he wasn't limping but he wasn't walking properly either.
His tail swayed as he walked along, his eyes scanning the trees and the shadows surrounding them.

It didn't take them too long before they reached a cliff face, large trees covering up the entrance to a small meadow leading into a large cave, which seemed to be decorated with strings of lights and straw against the floor.
As Iris entered on Drakes back, the spell that hung over the area allowed her in and allowed her to see how everything was.
"The Meadow is enchanted." The dragon stated, lowering himself as he got towards the cave. "Those who are not welcome cannot enter." There was a pause, "But since you've been welcomed in, you can come and go as you please."

He rumbled at her other questions, "I have no idea how they found out about me." He started, "I barely leave my meadow and only hunt at the dead of night if I need to. I worry a companion has been captured and interrogated. As for how they caught me..." His maw twitched slightly, his lips curling slightly, "They staked out until I went and had to leave for a hunt, stalking me before they got the large hook in my wing. They pulled away all of my energy as I tried to fight back, tying me up once I reverted back to Humanoid form and then they just took me to the compound."
He flexed his wings quietly as he sighed, "What about you? How is a powerful Vampyress like yourself stuck with these bastards?"

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"Sounds like a thrilling tale." Iris chuckled softly to herself as they reached the cliff face, glancing around she could see the trees which had covered up the entrance. The string of lights and straw against the floor fascinated her, it was oddly beautiful to see such a thing.

Sliding off his back she looked round the meadow, eyes curious as she took in all the sights around her. An enchanted meadow? This was beautiful, having this place to call home and sort of protected. It was much like her own manor that she herself resided in, it was protected from onlookers and only the most trusted was welcome inside. It sounded very similar; she had been caught whilst out feeding. "Similar story, I was snatched whilst my defences were down and hunting." Sighing heavily, she thought on it more, "I got cocky, thought my next victim was clueless. Turned out to be a hunter."

Looking away from him she took a few steps into the meadow, she had never seen a place like this before and it made her question where they were. "The moment I tasted their blood I knew I'd been tricked; my reflexes had been weakened and they made sure to keep it that way." Glancing back towards him she had a curious look upon her face, "So you have a human form too? Can you transform freely?" There had been rumours that some creatures needed a moon to turn.

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Drake laughed softly, "Then we share something at least, cocky hunters. We all have our flaws of course." He said before he looked at her as she mentioned about his humanoid form. His tail swayed gently before he nodded.

"I can transform freely, yes. But the moon still dictates at least one transformation." he said before he walked towards the cave, "I should be able to change back now." He glanced to the horizon, before he moved into the cave and out of sight.

There was a moment of silence before the sound of bones twisting echoed around. His shadow twisted against the cave wall before silence echoed again.
Drake's shadow could be seen moving to grab a few things before the man walked to the entrance of the Cave.
He hadn't had time to get fully dressed, but he managed to get pants on, and he had a shirt in his left hand. He shook his head slightly before he moved to pull the shirt over his head and torso, covering up the scars dotting over his body. He winced at his hand and his back.

[Assistant]
"Sometimes we can let our guard down when we think ourselves as highly dangerous and that we can't be touched." Thinking on his words about how he could freely transform did impress her, it was interesting that he was not confined to the moon cycle. Well at least one day was.

"How's the injury?" Asking softly as she leaned against the wall for support whilst she watched his every move, even though he had not been threatening in any way she was still concerned that at any moment he could snap and cause her harm. "So, what's our next move? I don't think we will be safe until we know what those hunters want, and why they are chasing us down in particular." Glancing back to the entrance of the large cave they were residing in she let her thoughts wander on what had happened, it had been slightly confusing but at the same time she was worried. There were humans who were powerful enough to bring two ancient creatures into captivity, sure it hadn't lasted long but at the same time they had managed it. They could get better, stronger and who knows if they could escape next time.

"I'm not sure about your kind but if an ancient vampire is taken down it takes down the whole lineage just like that, gone."

[User]
Drake gave a small laugh at her first words, "We have to remember we're still mortal, as much as our brain tells us otherwise." He said before he glanced at his shoulder blade. "I feel okay, yeah." He said with a nod, "It's healing, not bleeding at least."

He listened to her words before he sighed, "Honestly we need to find out why they caught us." He said with a frown, "They didn't kill us outright, which could only mean there's something more sinister." He felt his brow furrow before he looked back towards where they came from.

"I'm the last of my kind, I don't know if there would be any sort of mass extinction without me being alive..." Drake started before he gave a bit of a stretch, "The Elder's don't want me dead any time soon, otherwise they wouldn't have saved my life the times they have." He gave a weak chuckle before he settled his eyes back on the woman.
"And I'm guessing you're the last ancient Vampire?" He asked, his eyes looking at hers, a serious tone in his voice. The tone of his voice made it hard to distinguish why he was asking; be it for knowledge in case he planned to kill her, or something else.

[Assistant]
"Yeah, I suppose we can be killed. Granted it's difficult but…" Chuckling slightly herself as she folded her arms looking over at his shoulder blade when he mentioned it was alright. Thankfully it had stopped bleeding, which was a positive, but it had yet to start healing.

"More sinister? Like what exactly? Trying to breed the two most ancient species?" Iris scoffed making a light joke of the events. "Honestly, I reckon they wanted us to fight, perhaps they wanted us to turn on each other, cause a war?" Sighing as she raised her hand to her forehead rubbing it gently, "I don't know. I wish I knew what they wanted."

Looking back towards Drake as he spoke about being the last of his kind, listening to his words he spoke of elders which meant he had some sort of council much like she did. Perhaps they could be useful to consult with? "I don't know about being the last, I assume so." As much as she didn't want to give out this peace of information in case he used it to his advantage she thought it was best to put some form of trust in him, they had after all helped each other escape and were both in the same situation. "The last I heard of my brother he went underground for protection but I believe he is dead."

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Drake froze up as Iris mentioned about breeding a Vampire and Werebeast together before he gave a chuckle, "Yeah, probably some sort of war between our kind. Get us to kill each other off and then the Hunters can take down the stragglers." He said with a small nod, furrowing his brow move before he looked back at her as she mentioned family.

He frowned a bit more before he realised they didn't really introduce themselves.
"Where are my manners..." He started before he stepped towards iris and offered his hand. "My name is Drake, I suppose we're stuck working together for a bit." He said with a small smile, "We'll be stronger if we work together."
"I'm sorry that you've potentially lost your brother." He said with a bow of his head.


[System]
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX

Age: 15

Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.

Nationality: England

Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.

Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.

Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.

When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.

Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...

... but she never did.

For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.

When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.

In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.

It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.

Experience Level: Greenhorn

Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.

- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.

- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.

- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.

- Drawing and creating art.

Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)

[User]
A little bit perplexed by the other Japanese girl's appearance Makoto swirled her pistol around her finger and slipped it back into its holster hidden under her skirt. Quickly she also let down the rest of her guard and transformed back, back to her casual clothing. She raised both eyebrows at the Japanese girl's... let's say, unusual casual attire, but didn't say anything and just followed her.

Quietly Makoto sat down where she got told to sit and stared at all of the assembled girls with her usual frown on her face. Oftentimes she had tried to get rid of this frown because it made her delinquent personality obvious to the eye, but she never really managed to do so.

"I got sent here to, sort of, train my skills... I'm a very big rookie and my powers are merely a few weeks old", she explained before adding, "My name is Makoto Takai, by the way, head of the Takai-clan"

A few seconds later, she just had to add: "You're way too trusting, aren't you?"

[Assistant]
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Above Municipal XIII

Annie thought about the request for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, that's what we are here for, right?" She smiled. "Shall we go to the roof?"

Leading the way out the apartment and up the access stairs, the girls find themselves in the open air above Rome on an under utilized rooftop. The late afternoon sun had burnt up the forgotten plants that had been abandoned shortly after they had blomed in spring. Annie set up one of them at the far corner of the rooftop and then instructed, "You protect it while I try to shoot it. Simple enough, yeah?"

[User]
Seren
.......Error Wrecking Crew / Municipal XIII.......
Seren looked around the area and nodded. That seemed easy enough . . .

"Okay, let's begin," she said, readying her mind to summon her shields. In a flash, her outfit switched from her civilian clothing to her MG one, and she took up a defensive position in front of the plants.

[Assistant]
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII

The Hunter card slipped into Annie's hand. It was familiar, there, and she could feel the power like a familiar blanket ready to be put on. The card's image was a woman with a bow and a wolf, side by side, poised to attack. The card glows and Annie's eyes do the same, then there is a rush of magic and light that transforms her, giving her the calm and look of The Hunter. There is a bow in her hand and she draws it back with an arrow.

"Ready yourself," Annie calls, her voice more certain and precise than before. The bow levels and she aims at the pot. Then, she lets loose her bolt which will fly true to the target unless interrupted by Seren.

[User]
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano - Cafe Zepelli

"Interesting choice there, Cali. Personally, I wouldn't have gone for the one who is most likely going to cause a fractured skull if she doesn't agree with the kiss. Which also would remind her of her Chinese cartoons, I bet. Oh and just think of all the boys who have a crush on you, they would be devastated to find out that you're swinging that way."

Adalina, who was halfway through the cake by now already, took this moment to connect a dramatic pause with a delicious mouthful of coffee.

"Not everyone can be as energetic as you, but I see your point. However, it's not like Ms. Lorenzi is doing anything to help getting the situation going either....adults are so stupid sometimes. Well, with a bit of luck we're all going to be part of the 90% death quota in our last year of service and never have to become like that hahaha! Anyways, we're starting this evening so bring clothes and anything you think I don't have. No booze, no boys, no trying to fabricate evidence against grown men because they 'sexually harassed you'. Also, don't forget your swimsuits."

[Assistant]
"F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events.
She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk.
"Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."

[User]
Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts.

Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."

[Assistant]
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V

Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.

[User]
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V

Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it

[Assistant]
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V

Sam glanced up, if only for a second, when Jessica sat down opposite to her. She admired how calm Jessia was as she spoke. If Sam had spoken like she had to either of her parents, they would have gotten upset, but Jessica took it all in her stride. Never raising her voice, never showing shock, just calmly voicing her opinions.

The same could not be said of Sam's other teammate.

"Are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it?" Jasmine's cries of shock were almost amusing to Sam.

She turned her attention back to her book and turned another page. "My parents don't even know I'm here, let alone that I'm not going to school anymore," Sam said. "The minute I heard that Rome was brimming with magical girl and Error activity, as well as making contact with you guys veer ErrorNet and the necessary arrangements with Jessica as to where I would be living, I came straight here." She glanced up at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you never noticed."


[System]
Appearance:

Bio:

Drake was unfortunate enough be born during the Shadow Initiative. His parents were part of the research team before they took time to raise him. His life consisted of two activities: studying multiple subjects with his father like languages, math, science, chemistry, etc. and military training with his mother where she taught him how to use firearms and other weapons. When he turned eight, he went through the Genetic Reenactment Conversion. Once he went through that, he was able to manipulate, create, and control lightning. He barely made friends because of his schedule and by the time he was fifteen he felt like an outcast among everyone else. He didn't know what horrors would await him.

When he turned eighteen, his parents brought him to the lab where they worked and where he had the Genetic Reenactment Conversion done. He had figured he would work with them in hopes of studying the Heartless and Nobodies. The Shadow Initiative was still in its early stage and he hoped to help them understand both the Shadows and Nexus (Heartless and Nobodies). However, he was chosen to be the very first human test subject. His parents were grooming him for this job. They felt he was physically and metal prepared for it.

Once ready, they injected Drake with the DNA extracted from the Shadows and Nexus. They were hoping that this would create a much more powerful super soldier. However, they had no idea the repercussions of the test. The DNA of the Shadows and Nexus mixture called Shadow Nexus called to Drake. He could hear millions of voices crying out to him like they were in pain. It felt like the mixture was tearing both his body and mind apart. He screamed in pain as ruins began to form on is body and his hazel brown eyes changed to blood red and in one fell motion. He blacked out.

When he came too, he was standing in the ruins of the laboratory. There was no sight of his parents or the other researchers. However, he did see a figure in black robes standing atop a pile of rubble before disappearing. He assumed the figure had something to do with why the laboratory was destroyed. With his parents gone, he wandered the wasteland until he came to Black Falcon City.

For a time he lived homeless there until he meet a group of bounty hunters that took pity on him and took him in. however, because of his physical skills, he soon became a bounty hunter like them. After several years he became known as the Death Hunter. A bounty hunter using the shadows to kill with. With the bounty hunters he found that the Shadow Initiative had bestowed onto him new abilities: The power to control shadows. However, he still hears the tormented voices in his head and as the occasional blackout at times.

What he doesn't realize is when he blacks out, the Shadow Nexus takes over. It controls his body and he becomes a much more savage fighter. His Shadow Nexus side keeps trying to keep control of his body, but fails after so long. However, the longer he stays in Shadow Nexus mode. The greater chance he will be lost to it.

Age: 25

Skills:
Because of Drake's mother, he is fluent in many battle and fighting styles. However, the three fighting styles he is most comfortable in are mix martial arts (MMA), Kendo, and gun slinging. He combines his MMA with his ability to control and manipulate lightning.

Weapons:

[User]
Natasha
Natasha tentatively wondered how quickly she could jam her fingers in her ears. But as Drake purposely waited she stole a little glass bead into his boot; one of the few shield charms she had left. As Drake left the cockpit so did she from the opposite side Natasha made certain to hit the button for the cargo door of the small ship. The sounds of the doors yawning open from the back followed her out of the cockpit on the other side of the ship.

Sitting out of sight within the Gummi Ships deep Shadow Natasha studied the field before her. Under the beating sun she could fully appreciate how intimidating Pain and Panic truly were as members of the Surge Guardians. Gritting her teeth, she banished this notion and focussed on her next move and watched Mark traipse into the Gummi Ship and return.

She decided on a gamble.

Natasha slipped from beneath the Gummi ship and into Prims shadow. By Prims shoe Natasha counted to sixty before placing her hand on Prim, simultaneously pulling together an illusion of the Girl whilst casting a spell of invisibility.

The illusion kept its look of fear, violet eyes pointed directly at the ground, but Prim herself shot a look down at her ankle where the chill had spread. Natasha looked up to where she assumed Prims face to be and her a finger to her lips.

Stay silent

Natasha heard a small gasp but nothing more. Commending Prims level headedness Natasha pulled on Prims ragged sock, gesturing her to move towards the Gummi Ships underbelly. Prim moved deftly, so light she was she barely left a trace, into the shadow and made herself as small as she could behind it's landing strut. Feeling that both were safely out of sight Natasha let go of the spell.

"Quiet." Natasha ordered in a whisper. "You hear fighting, hide in the ship. Understand?"

Prim, with tears silently streaming down her face, simply nodded.

"Listen, you'll be safe." Natasha smiled and handed Prim a glass bead, her last one. "Keep hold of this."

She descended back into the shadows then and slipped her way silently to the illusion. With violet eyes and dirty blonde pigtails, it glanced up at Drake.

She'd had enough of these people.

James
James already had one leg in the latex smelling suit when Seth jumped into another corridor, possibly followed by someone else but James had stopped trying to keep track.

"Where the bloody..." James called after them.

But they were gone and the corridor closed with a pop. The other however remained wide open like a stain. James groaned before resuming his scramble into the space suit.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with. Come one everyone, choose your colour and let's get going." James fell backward onto the ground in a grey suit just like all the others. "We haven't got all day. Death or glory, death seemingly more likely and all that."

The suits themselves seemed to be that rare case of 'one size fits all' as James felt the elastic material readjust itself around him once he pulled up the zipper on the front all the way to his neck. Shoes and gloves were already attached though James saw no sight of an actual helmet.

"Pardon me." James moved around the new arrival on his hunt for a helmet. "Don't suppose you saw any helmets?" A dome suddenly wrapped around his head from the white collar. James yelped in surprise, not that anyone could hear.

For a minute his mouth flapped open and close but no sound could be heard outside the bubble, until he found the switch on the collar by his neck.

"found it. Okay guys I'm going to blow a hole in that station and hopefully catch them by surprise." His smile was faltering and his voice had an edge that was just shy of being manic.

After tapping away on the keyboard, a dull boom could be heard as if it were from somewhere far away. A faint breeze began towards the black swirling corridor. On the view screen a large hold had now appeared and debris flew out of it, tumbling into the freezing expanse. James ignored it and the bodies that could be seen and instead turned back to the rest of the group.

"Okay. Is everyone ready?" James summoned his keyblade in a flash of light. "They should be busy for a little while now so lets go!"

Waiting for the others to prepare themselves James lead the charge through the Corridor and shot out the other side. He stumbled to a stop and felt his keyblade pour magic into him.

"Oh we're screwed."

[Assistant]
Katherine took a deep, steadying breath as she this..abyss portal looking thing.
"Didn't say anything about freaking demon portals.."
Despite her complaints, she willed her keyblade to appear, and somewhat apprehensively went though.

[User]
Fox
"Now that our part of this transaction has been done," Nails said before he extended his hand out and added; "Now you hold up your end of the deal." Drake let out a sigh before he turned to the Prim illusion Natasha created for herself. He knelt down and a grin formed on his face.

"Hope you're ready for this? I'm not James, so you might not like fighting alongside me, but thanks for helping," Drake said before he began to explain, "When you see the spark of lightning, try to create a smoke screen or something to obstruct their vision. we can't fight them all ourselves. That will be our chance to leave. It won't be easy, but then again when are things ever easy." He then stood back up and looked back at Nails.

"Saying goodbye?" Nails joked.

"Nah, just letting her know how to run the ship. Instructions are shitty and the ship is sensitive like a damn Sand Sharks skin." Nails nodded just as Drake began walking towards Nails. Nails smile grew as he watched Drake walk closer towards him. Drake waited for several seconds before he let a small spark of lightning spark around his fingers on his right hand.

[Assistant]
@Kalzky@Ryougu@SMS@Rockin Strings@Letter Bee@ShadowVentus
James
They had emerged in a large storage room of some sort filled with wailing sirens and ammo crates, a form hiding behind one stack of them, with a large door at each end. Around one door the enemy had surrounded.

Bloody Terminators

Those were the words that popped into James' head when he saw the soldiers; half of them attempting to prise apart the door, the other half pointing their weapons at him and the others as they arrived. The tanks ceased their fire upon the door and instead turned their large guns towards the group, turbines on the spider tanks sides began to spin and whine.

James felt his keyblade shake violently in his hands as the soldiers charge their weapons and fire beams of searing blue light. For James, the bolts of light appeared to grow slowly out from the guns as magic sped up his mind. He stood between the ticks of a second watching the bolts lazily fly towards him, just as slowly he pulled up his keyblade and twisted around, willing his limbs to move faster. The first bolt slammed into his keyblade and flew off to the sight in a burst of light and a ring.

Time returned to normal and James found himself being bombarded by the soldier's blasts, being pushed slowly backwards by the force of them as he blocked them from hitting the others standing behind. When a bolt seared a black mark onto his suit James grimaced.

Above the alarms James shouted, "Someone smash'em!"

The barrels of the Spider Tanks shone maliciously.

Natasha
Black smog erupted from the Illusion of Prim; a thick and suffocating thing that felt like sugar paper against the skin. From above it looked like a square that encompassed where the Surge Guardians had stood, but with a small circled in the centre that was clear so Natasha and Drake could see.

Natasha stood with a hand out stretched, despite this though she looked annoyed.

"Why don't we just kill them now and be done with it!" She snapped.

There were sounds of movements, possibly the guardians hunting for them or just paranoid delusions. Natasha followed her gut and treated them like the first option. Signalling for Drake to follow her as she moved swiftly to a different potion, hands folding the fog around them.

[User] [removed, whoopsies]

[Assistant]
Fox
The smog exploded from the illusion and caused the Surge Guardians to jump just as they were engulfed inside the smog. Nails sneered and yelled, "We had a deal you little shit!" he searched through the smog for any trace of Drake, but found nothing as the smog seemed to get thicker the more he stood inside of it. Nails quickly placed a finger over his ear and ordered, "Find them damn it!"

When the Smog engulfed the area, Drake quickly took out his goggles from his watch and placed them on. He tapped the side of them and they began scanning and giving his readouts of where everyone and everything was. He quickly grabbed Natasha's arm and ran towards the ship while saying, "Do you honestly think the two of us can kill all the Surge Guardians? Even if I had my Shadow Nexus, We're still outgunned." When he reached the ship he quickly and forcefully pushed her inside the cargo bay.

"Get the ship ready and make sure our passages are set," Drake said before a gunshot rang out. Drake let out a cry of pain as he staggered back and grabbed his right shoulder and cursed, "Fucking hell. Screw it, just go!" Drake ran into the ship, not even checking both Prim and Jinx who were in the ship and slammed the accelerator. The shop hovered for several seconds before it shot into the air and towards the main ship.

Once out of danger, Drake let out a sigh and sat back in his seat only to feel a searing pain in his right shoulder. He winced before he placed his hand over the bullet hole and felt the blood slowly leaking from it. He sighed again, "Should have known Zack was somewhere out of sight with a sniper rifle. The bastard was an amazing shot even the harshest of weather."

"Everyone else ok?" Drake asked.