[System]
Role: Farmer
Race: Goblin
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Description: Standing about two and a half feet tall, Gabi has pale green skin and brown hair that she wears behind her head in a messy ponytail. Her clothing is just a simple loincloth and a little top. Her nose is pieced with a small bone.

Personality: Unlike her more adventurous sister, Gabi is content to do her duty to the tribe by bearing many children. She tries to convince her sister to think the same way, but Nabi can be very stubborn

Name: Nabi
Role: Farmer
Race: Goblin
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Description: About the same height as her sister, Nabi has darker skin, but lighter hair, which she wears in two short pigtails on either side of her head. She too wears a loincloth and small top.

Personality: Inquisitive and energetic, Nabi isn't as ready as her sister is to settle into the life that is expected of her. She's still very immature and likes to annoy her sister whenever the opportunity arises.

[User]
@Pandalope

"Alright. If we are cleared to go, we shall be off. Is everyone ready?" Taurl asked, eager to get going on the raid. He clutched his spear close to his chest. As he didn't have any containers, he'd only be able to take what could be carried by hand. Of course, with a fair number of goblins along with him, this could mean a reasonably large amount of loot.

[Assistant] "Yep. I'm tired of waitin' around, let's get on with it!" Bok was eager to bash some blokes bloody. He continued to follow the de facto leader of the raid now they had permission from the chief.

[User] "No arguments from me, Taurl." Tovo states offhandedly as he checks if his bronze sword and lucky stick are secure on his loincloth to make doubly sure that neither of the two items fall off during the trek, or worse, during the chaos of the raid.

[Assistant]
@Searat@Stekkmen

"Yeah, I'm sick of waiting," Nabi said as she was bouncing around on the balls of her feet. "Let's do this already." She turned to Ty. "Do you think you can lead the way? I would but . . . I really have no idea how to get there." Outside of going to the farms and wandering off into the forest a few times when she was a youngling, Nabi had never really ventured beyond the walls that surrounded the village before.

[User]
@Searat@Stekkmen

"Let's go!" Taurl didn't keep them waiting long. He took off, reaching the limits of the village in a matter of minutes. Beyond the village were the fields where they grew crops. Beyond that farmland were the woods, and beyond them, the Stonebiter's village. He took point, occasionally looking back to make sure that everyone was keeping up.

[Assistant] Tovo looks at his raid leader and asks. "So how we going to do this raid, Taurl? Is our approach gonna be a direct one or are we gonna be sneaky like?"

[User] "Sneaky until the last moment. We won't have cover once we get too close to their village. At that point, we have to charge in, get stuff, and get out" Taurl explained.

[Assistant]
@Searat

Nabi followed closely behind the male goblins, as they got further and further away from the village, and closer to their rival tribe's territory, she found herself getting uneasy. Excitement blended with a hint of fear while she tried not to dwell on all the things that could go wrong on the raid. "How much longer until we get there?" she asked no in particular after they had traveled for a while.

[User]
"Got it." Tovo states with a nod before gathering small branches, mud, and some dry leaves to begin making a 'sneaking outfit' as he loves to call it. He smears the dirt on his skin, covering the once green flesh with brown muddy earth. He then uses the mud to stick the small braches onto his body and placing dry leaves on gaps the branches didn't cover. From a distance you couldn't differ Tovo from a regular bush.
"I'm good and prepared for the sneaking, Taurl."

[Assistant]
@Searat@Stekkmen

"A couple of hours to get there and a couple to get back. And we need to spend as little time on the raid as possible. They'll recognize us as strangers, I'm sure" Taurl noted that one of the features of living in small villages was that it was possible to recognize everyone who lived there. This made infiltration harder.

[User] "Does that mean I won't need my sneaking outfit?" Tovo asks, slightly saddened by the idea.

[Assistant] "You can put it on if you want to, but I'd advise you put your trust in speed more than stealth. The forest will give us cover most of the way in" Taurl explained.

[User]
Bok blinked a few times and realized he had been staring at a bird for about two minutes.

"Oops."

He turned to look at Taurl and Tovo and the girl he'd already forgotten the name of.

"Sorry for bein'...uh, busy. Very busy, very important thinkin' stuff," he lied. "But I'm really ready to go. Ready to smash. Speed in, speed out, like ya said."

[Assistant]
@Searat@Pandalope@riprofsuls

(Let's get this back on track).

Taurl led the group past their tribe's farmland and into the woods. Their pace immediately slowed as the terrain changed from the soft grassy fields to the stick and needle-covered ground of the forest. The fact that it was a forest known for its thorn bushes didn't help much, either. On one hand, the woods served as a sort of barrier to attack, slowing down an enemy advance. On the other hand, this made advancing through the woods a tricky task. Still, this was the quickest way to the enemy tribe, even if the rough terrain would slow them a bit.

"How's everyone holding up? Careful, I think there are some pine needles up ahead."

[User]
Tovo trudges through the forrest floor slowly and carefully but still manages to gain some nicks and scratches from the thorn bushes he and his group passed. Though, he was more upset about the terrain having ruined his sneaking outfit. Rather than looking like a living bush, he now just looked like a dirty goblin that had forgotten to clean himself after having a bad time in the forrest.

"Other than me feeling bad about my sneaking outfit and the small scratches, I'm doing fine...I'm not so sure about the others though, Taurl."

[Assistant]
"Ah, no need to worry about it. We're not exactly a tribe known for our fine clothing" Taurl admitted, fully aware that he was only clad in a piece of cloth around his waist. They continued their trek through the dense forest, eventually reaching the other side. The rival village lay within eyeshot, although it was still another minute or two away before they were out of the woods entirely.

"Alright, we've nearly reached 'em. Any questions before we start running? Remember, we have to get in and out as fast as possible. Any delays, and they could call their warriors over and kill us all."

[User]
Tovo thinks thoroughly in his next action. If he were to nab the piglet and chicken he had promised, his running would be significantly slower than the rest of the group. He didn't want to disappoint the chief, and the village by extension, if didn't live up to his words. Tovo was not one to leave his promises unfulfilled. He grasps his lucky stick from his loincloth and places it on his forehead again. In a matter of a couple of minutes, he returns the stick and a smile finds its way on his face.

"None from me Taurl. I now know what exactly to do."

[Assistant] "I'm ready," Nabi said in response to Ty's question as she clutched the knife tightly in her hand. "Let's do this." She felt her heart beating quickly in her chest in equal parts anticipation and anxiety. This was just the kind of thing that she had been wanting to do for a long time, but it was also a bit frightening considering everything that could go wrong. She did her best to remain positive, though.

[User]
@Pandalope

"Alright. In that case, let's just go. No questions, no turning back" Taurl wasn't much for speeches, but for the goblins, actions spoke louder than words ever could. Those who did much and spoke little were highly respected. Those who spoke much and did little were seen as having almost no worth at all.

Taurl dashed out of the woods, running at a breakneck speed. As he approached the village fence, no one from the enemy tribe had seen him. So far, so good. He ran towards the wooden barrier as fast as he could, leaping on a rock just in front of hit, and then over the fence itself, landing on his feet with a soft thud. Fortunately, goblins were light enough not to make much noise when they fell.

[Assistant] After watching Taurl rush towards the village and then deftly bound from the rock over the fence, Nabi took a deep breath and then followed, thinking, and hoping, that she could do the same. She ran as fast as she could and then bounded on to the rock, trying to clear the fence from there, but hitting her foot on the fence and losing her balance instead. Then she was falling towards the ground on the other side. This was not good...

[User]
@Pandalope
Tovo follows his courageous leader's rush and ran as fast as his legs could. The hurdle over the fence would prove little challenge to him. He cleared the fence and lamded with a soft thud on the other side to accompany his leader. As he was about to stand up, the sight of Nabi about to fall caused Tovo to react first before having a coherent thought in his head. He dives below the area where Nabi was supposed to land and is met with the full weight of the falling goblin. It hurt. Very much so, but Tovo kept his scream of pain to a quiet and muffled grunt.

[Assistant] Nabi stifled the scream that wanted to erupt from her lips as she fell, not wanting to give away their presence to the rival tribe and put all of their lives in danger. But just when she was sure that she would land hard on the ground, she found herself falling on to somebody instead, who took the brunt of the fall. She rolled off of her rescuer and saw that it was Tovo. "Sorry," she whispered, rubbing her sore butt, "and also thanks for not letting me break my neck when I fell."

[User]
@Aristocles
Tovo took his time on the ground while doing his best to wade through the back pain resulting from Nabi's rough but relatively safe landing. He only laid prone on the ground for a half minute, not exactly enough time for him to fully get used to the aches but time was crucial and they had a raid to conduct. He turns to Nabi.

"Its fine but please don't make this into a common occurrence. I don't think I would be able to handle any more rough landings like that."

He looks back to see the other goblins accompanying them in the raid land safely. Tovo then turns to Taurl.

"Everyone is here, Taurl. What is our next step?"

[Assistant]
@Jangel13

Nabi smiled at him and nodded, her cheeks taking on a pink hue from the embarrassment of falling like that. "Yeah, I'll make sure that I don't make a habit of falling on top of you."

Gabi was out in the fields just outside the village walls. She was using a crude hoe, basically nothing more than a stick with a slab of scrap metal recovered from a raid on a human caravan months ago, to till the soil in preparation to plant another harvest of vegetables for the tribe. But after just a row and a half, she truck the soil with the hoe and the end cracked and fell off. She groaned as she bent down to pick it up. It didn't look like something that she could fix herself, but she knew a certain blacksmith that could probably help her out. So with the two pieces of the tool in hand, she made her way to Olric's hut.

[User] Olric was using his skills to help make some basic items like cauldron and screws. It wasn't in any means glamorous but it was things like these that kept everyone in the tribe going. He had just finished crafting a pack of nails and screws for construction when he turned to see Gabi coming in with a broken hoe. He couldn't help but smirk at the pun in his head before he held his hands out to take them. When she handed them over he said "seems like nothing lasts before I have to fix it up" he said with a little laugh as he grabbed some copper to melt and use to put the hoe back together.

[Assistant] Gabi smiled at him as he took the hoe from her and then got to work repairing it. "Thanks. And yeah, it does seem that way. I don't know what we would do without you." She sat down on a stool nearby, which she double-checked before sitting in to make sure that it wasn't something waiting to be mended by Olric. "It's obvious that you provide a very important service to the tribe that is sorely needed all the time."

[User] He smiled as she agreed that nothing here lasts long before it was time for him to repair it again. He smiled softly as she said he was important, he knew that of course but it was rare for him to hear it. After all most of the glory goes to the warriors and hunters but nobody really thinks how they could even hunt without him. "You are very right. My job isn't as glamorous as the warriors but without my services they would be fighting with sticks. Still I hope to one day forge something truly magnificent" he admitted since he one day hoped to make a weapon or done contraption that will make him known through the rest of the tribes history. One day they would sing songs of olric the blacksmith. At least that was his goal.

[Assistant] "I'm sure that you will one day," Gabi said. "I know that you don't get the recognition that you deserve compared to warriors, but I know that you are still appreciated by other goblins, even if they don't always say it. And of course we all have our jobs to do in order to support the tribe as best as we can."


[System]
Professors and Staff:

The Headmaster
Real name unknown

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Young and fair-looking, with slicked-back brown hair and sea-green eyes. Has a serene look.

Age:
Approx. 800 years old. He was alive during the Middle Ages, and reached his prime during the Renaissance.

Rank:
Archemage

Role:
Headmaster, Head of Administration

Magic Discipline:
Analysis & Breakdown

Reputation:
 The illustrious and enigmatic Headmaster of B.U.M., while he can commonly be seen walking around the school and regularly converses with students, not much is actually known about him, asides that he is powerful. To the students he is kind and helpful, so he's fairly popular.

Name:
Polyanna Saccharine - unknown if this is her real name or a pseudonym.

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Her apparent age changes randomly, however, she never goes above thirty years old in appearance, and always has the same looks. Her hair is hazel-brown reaching below her waist, with matching almond-shaped eyes.

Age:
About 80 years old.

Rank:
Grandmaster

Role:
Head Enforcer, Head of Security, Aerobics Organization instructor.

Magic:
Candy & Sweets

Reputation:
 The cheerful, popular, Head Enforcer of the school. She's the one tasked with the schools security and also manages the Aerobics Club on the side, which she's been doing for over a decade now. She's known to be very open and friendly with students - so long as they're not caught breaking the rules. Another well-known rumor about her is that her presence here won't last for too long now, as they say Polyanna is only at the school for one thing: An Examination.

Name:
Tarsus Gretchen

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
A short man standing at around 4'11'' with blonde hair and green eyes. He is a wizened, gentle-looking man, with a wrinkled face. He perpetually has a ring of leaves around his head.

Age:
82

Rank:
Master

Role:
He's a professor in the Water Magic Department.

Magic Discipline:
Cloud Magic

Reputation:
 A nice and patient old man that's served as a professor at the school for two decades now. Most students enjoy his teaching, as he is one of the least strict professors in the University, and is also one of the professors most likely to grant a pass for a field trip. He is also highly sought after when a student is attempting a Graduation Exam, though he rarely accepts requests.

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[User]
Theo Curtis

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Tags: @RawrEspada4

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'... but... only... until... 10:00... AM.' Theo finished tapping out what the other student, who seemed to be older despite being a hand shorter than himself, had told him were the main points of the speech into his phone. He was going to leave out the part about the forests being forbidden and making pacts with fae since both were pretty straightforward and he doubted either would come up very often, but he wrote them down anyway. It's not like it would take up much space on his phone. "Yeah, no joke. I'll definitely try to pay more attention, though," he said, returning his focus to his new acquaintance and putting his phone back into his pocket.

The flow of students finally lessened to an extant where the both of them could begin exiting themselves, and they began doing so. "I'm Iron Atwood by the way," the older student introduced himself as they walked, and held his hand out beside him. "Theo Curtis. It's very nice to meet you, Iron," he returned, giving Iron a firm handshake. "How long have you been coming to this school? Any pointers? I've never been to any place like this before, so it's a pretty new experience."

Now that they were off the train, the speed in which they were able to move was most definitely increasing. Some students seemed not to even be heading for the mess hall. Quite a few were heading straight for their dorms ('Luckies, they get to be closer to both the mess hall and the academic buildings. I'm just next to the Cotton Store,' Theo thought), and a few even looked to be heading off towards the sparring grounds. What they were planning on doing over there, the boy hadn't a clue. Did they have sparring matches at, what time is it now... Two in the morning? There also seemed to be violin music wafting in from somewhere. What a peculiar place.

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[Assistant]
Alex watched as the albino faded, reappearing behind Viola. He was glad to see there was at least one other person that was as awkward as him. "S-sorry." He said to Luna, though he wasn't sure why. He wasn't exactly intimidating.

"I'm not a masochist!" He sputtered at Viola, very quickly and a tiny bit louder than he meant to, face bright red. A part of him wanted to call her on trying to trick him, but that might start a fight, and he wasn't much of a fighter. Watching her interaction with Luna, he was starting to get the impression that this was just how she interacted with people. "I thought you just got mixed up...Did you really think I'd go to the graveyard?" He asked her. "What's with the graveyard anyways? Everyone seems to be dying to get in." It was then that Luna was unceremoniously hugged.

"Oh! Hi there!" Alex said to Melody, bright blue eyes widening. He wished he was that outgoing. Then again, he wasn't the huggiest person. In fact, if she'd done it to him he'd probably have had a panic attack. "My name is Alex. It's nice to meet you." He said, bowing slightly. Why the hell was he bowing?

@Deadlyrose9641@Rune_Alchemist

[User]
Now that she took care of the issue of the potential slithering escape of the snakes, Shen Li Fang realized that this wall became pretty popular in a rather quick manner. First came the doodler, then came the servant? Blinking twice the girl pondered about whether staying at this wall would be the most sound decision to make. This decision came easily as Miss Fang heard that the headmaster made some declaration regarding doing these ceremonies on a train.

Craning her head back and forth Shen looked for this alleged train. With a slow and methodical precision Li placed her left hand over her eyes, squinted and began looking in several directions for this train. However the searching from that bared little fruit. And, unfortunately, once again in her luggage the sacrificial ingredients began to try to off themselves earlier. A frown was forming on Shen Li Fang's face as she once again opened the bag in order to quell this activity.

And that's when a few small little fairies with cheerful dispositions came flying around Shen Li's head. Their translucent wings and high pitched giggling as they tried to poke at her hair struck a certain nerve with Shen Li Fang. Carefully Fang began waving her left hand around in an attempt to swat these magical gnats away.

These creatures were simply nuisances, humanoid bugs that wanted to bond with you. There was no point in bonding with a mere bug; Li Fang was from the Shen Clan.

And if she formed a contract with these pitiful creatures, she would bring great dishonor to the Clan's name.

Though perhaps they would be useful as a sacrifice to be slaughtered by the centipedes. Shen Li Fang briefly thought about that before the fairies again began giggling and buzzing all around her. Shen Li blinked as she kept a plain face about her, but briefly glared at them. Once again she raised her hand and was about to swat, before a hissing snake head popped up and spooked off a few of those insects.

One of them was laughing at the hissing serpent; Shen Li Fang focused her attention not on the last of these fairies but instead upon the snake which once again tried to escape her grasp. With an intense focus, Shen Li Fang held her hands high above her luggage and...

...The train came with such an intense speed it send the last pixie far into the night until it was left twinkling. And as for the sorceress, well in training, Shen she was also sent flying backwards as she stumbled down into some dirt which stained her outfit, and got caught on her legs. With a small frown Fang began to brush off her legs of this mess, while all the while a sneaky snake began to slither away.

Spying this traitorous behavior, Shen Li swiftly swiped at the serpent and plucked it up. The snake was writing wildly and hissing in anger; this behavior did not inspire Shen Li Fang to release the creature. So she simply returned it back into the luggage before zipping it up once again and going onto the train.

[Assistant]
. . .
 Gold Miltiades fidgeted anxiously in her seat in the train, surrounded by hundreds of other kids on the train. She'd never been around teens her age before. No, correction, she'd never been around teenagers, period. Not that she'd ever had the need for the kind of company, but her lack of experience made it highly disorienting at the moment.

 Especially so when he was standing right there.

 He'd appeared before them, all pomp and pride and smiling. The sight of him sickened her, so much so that she felt as though she would hurl if she stared at him too long, a feeling that was not helped by the ridiculous speed that the train they had boarded was going at.

 The Headmaster Niccolo. Archemage, world renowned spell-caster, and murdering thief of the lowest kind. He put of this facade of amicability, but Gold knew the truth. His spells were focused on Analyzation, a branch many mistook as one belonging to Creation or Existence - they were wrong. The Analyzation Branch of magic, unique and belonging solely to the Headmaster, was a branch of Destruction. Furthermore, it's powers were only useful for one thing:

 Spell-stealing.

 Perhaps for lower-ranked mages with spells only a nobody would cast, it might not seem so severe, but it was one of the most heinous crimes that a mage could commit. Spells and magic were the lifeblood, the very reason of existence for mages! The carefully crafted formula's, the painstaking hours they committed to each word and enchantment, and the amount of literal and metaphorical blood spilled by them all went into the development of their magic. The results they gained were due to the effort they had put into it, and the only time they would ever feel joy when used by the hands of another was if that other person was their Apprentice, hand-picked and carefully raised as the next successor to the magic!

 And the Headmaster could invalidate all of that. He has invalidated it. Several times. Several, bloody, atrocious times.

 Perhaps what was even more painful than the fact that the man had murdered her father and mother to steal their spells, was the fact that they were probably no more than a footnote to him. They were just another in a long, long list of victims on his rise to power. Power that only other Archemages could curb, and power they were slowly starting to lose.

 It was why she happily agreed when Archemage Miltiades sent her on this mission. Asides her personal grudge against the Headmaster, she was also nothing short of grateful to Miltiades. The man had taken her in the night her parents were murdered - they were once his disciples, and he had planned to visit them to see how they were doing. He had taken her under his wing ever since. He taught her more magic, and raised her for five years. When she turned fourteen, she assumed his first name as her own.

 Details of her parents murder were given to her, though not easily. She had prodded him relentlessly for years, and was rewarded with only got bits and pieces of information before finally having the full story.

 Now she was sixteen. The other Archemages have had enough. For years, Archemage Niccolo was impenetrable, always fighting on his own terms, on his own grounds - with no one able to wrestle the advantage away from him. This time, things would be different.

 Bringing down an Archemage was no simple task, not even when one or two worked together. But it could be done. And it would start with her.

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 The feast at the Mess Hall was, needless to say, an exorbitantly grand one. Breakfast foods from all over the world were arranged in tables according to region. More than a thousand students were gathered, and yet the food had yet to be found lacking in quantity or quality - there was always something to choose from, and you could spend the whole day sampling the food arrayed for them and not even be halfway through.

 The Headmaster himself was there, in his authoritative, large brown mantle cloak, with a serving tray in hand and lined in with the rest of the students over the service areas. He was talking with some of the newer students - who were rather reluctant to be so amicable with authority.

 At this point, pretty much everyone had gathered into groups they were comfortable with. Some had finished eating already and went outside in order to explore the school, or otherwise had some other business to attend to - most of the newer students would likely pursue a bed, considering the hour, plus the need to simply be inside their rooms.

 Some others had broken into a fight somehow - as per usual - and the Enforcers stepped in to stop them. Polyanna, who was dining with the Headmaster, took delight in watching them settle matters through force, while the Headmaster preferred if they were settled through diplomacy. So naturally they began betting on every fight.

 At some point the fairies and other spirits that roamed the University had intruded on the breakfast. Some of them began picking off servings of food for their own - fortunately not from any of the students. Yet.

 All-in-all, a typical way to start the morning here at B.U.M.

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 For those that turned in early, B.U.M. dormitory rooms were simple, though spacious. It started with a walk into the apartment, which seemed much too small to contain over a hundred such rooms, but such was how it was; the rooms themselves were divided into five parts: three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a living room that doubled as a kitchen. Furniture would be sparse, at first, with just the dining table, a few chairs, a living room couch, and a bed being provided. Over time, however, students added more and more character to their respective areas.


[System]
Character Concept: "Sometimes the sum is greater than the parts..."
Gender: Male
Background: In his previous life, Velte was a young female Asian-American college student enrolled in an architectural design course and worked from home via the computer. One day the girl went outside to look for bargains and unfortunately suffered from an unexpected heart attack in the middle of a shopping trip in the entertainment district, solely due to incredibly bad luck on her part. Death came far too fast for the paramedics to deal with and the woman breathed her last on Earth... only to realize that she lucked out and was now reincarnated into another world as a different race, armed with a supernatural power however weak it was. To say she was super excited about becoming an androgynous elf in a fantasy world was a severe understatement.
Level: 1
Class: Fusionist
Race: Elf
Attribute: Focus
Gift: <<Fusion>> The power to combine various objects or aspects together to form an entirely new existence. For example, he can fuse two pebbles to make a rock or a stick plus some feathers to make a crude wooden arrow. As Velte levels up, he'll have greater control over the end product while being able to create increasingly more complicated creations, culminating in even being able to craft new lifeforms in the shape of chimaera from various creature samples or create complicated golems out of various parts. Living things fused by Velte can be somewhat influenced by him due to having imprints of his thoughts infused into them during the creation process while automatons can be used as puppets guided by his mental mind. As a rule of thumb, the bigger and more complicated the sums are, the longer the fusion process will take and the lower the success rate is along with more mental energy and stamina expended on his part. Trying to make things too far above his current power weight can even cause pain so great that Velte knocks himself unconscious due to the mind being too undeveloped to piece the parts together. Currently all he can really do is work with somewhat small and simple objects such as houseplants and slimes.
Equipment: Just the clothes on his back for now.

[User]
四百二十燃やせ！！！

"Cinco de Mayo?" Rayo muttered under his breath. His head was not feeling right once the barrage of noises had entered his ears. He stretched his hands out and could feel a futon beneath him. He raised his eyebrow and began questioning the environment around him. The luchador wiped his forehead, but came to find he was wearing a mask.

"Oh, I'm a luchador now," he sighed. Rayo smacked his lips to get rid of the morning taste out of his mouth. Stretching his arms out, he let out a lengthy yawn. And then his calmness had died down. "Wait, I'm a luchador!"

The Lightning Dragon jumped to his feet in a quick succession. He admired his built body and could not believe the transformation. "This calls for a celebration!" He bellowed out as he stormed out of the room without a second thought. The luchador was surprised to see a parade marching out and having a good time. It would be best to question the existence of a random parade, but on the other hand, when you find out you're a luchador, you have to celebrate. Despite them being altered animals, it was best to ignore it. Rayo was in a lightning dragon luchador costume; he had no right to judge.

 He hurriedly jumped into the middle and followed along. His body moved to the beat of the drums and his hips bounced back and forth. There was nothing stopping him from enjoying his dreams of finally becoming a fighter. Although, his partying was cut short once the hoorays and hoorahs were beginning to be replaced by nerve-wrecking shouts and cries. "Que?"

[Assistant]
The Noble Swordswoman who does not Tolerate Evil

The grass felt soft on her skin. The girl with the dark, blue-ish hair slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times as she slunk up and back into her knees. For a few moments, all she could really perceive was that she was outside, and that there were people around her, who were similarly strewn about on the grass in a rather haphazard fashion. The last thing she remembered was... making her character? Like it was some kind of role-playing game or something... That's right. The man with the gun, she hadn't had a choice. She had to stop him no matter what. And then he'd shot her as she brought him down...

Mimori had died with the knowledge that she'd saved so many people. And yet... she hadn't really died, had she? Because she was here. Very much breathing and alive. ... In... in...

What was this embarrassing outfit?! Who... who would ever make her wear something like this?! She couldn't have woken up in something more respectable?!

It seemed like an odd thing to be concerned about after suddenly reviving from the dead in a completely new place(hadn't she been falling or something as well?) but the young woman's cheeks colored mildly in embarrassment as she looked down at herself. But after a few moments, she firmly shook her head. No, it wasn't the time to be worrying about that, now, was it? It absolutely wasn't. First she had to check on the well-being of the other people here.

Methodically, she went from each unconscious form, checking them for injuries. Satisfied that the seemed unharmed, she came to a stop near one and gently shook them.

"Are you okay? You haven't been harmed, have you?" she asked. Attempting to wake them seemed like the next logical step, after all.

But then she heard... a scream?!

Was someone in danger?!

One of the others had already awakened, and already guessed at the same outcome...! Unable to stop herself from pursuing(what if the girl was running into danger? And they had to help whoever else was in trouble...) Mimori followed the hooded girl.

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The Immature and Explosive Mage Girl Looking to Make the Most of This

... Well.

This was... new. There were people. And... things that looked like people but looked like someone had bolted animal bits onto them. A lot of them. It was some kind of big party, insofar as she could tell, where everyone was having a good time. The tiny blonde girl pushed up her oversized hat and peered deeper into the crowds. There sure was a lot of commotion, here. She was surrounded on all sides by a bunch of people and weird animal thingies. But it looked like a festival, didn't it...?

... Miyu's sweet tooth flared to life. Right after reviving, she'd been dropped into a festival! She didn't care how that worked, she just knew it meant candy. And eating candy for the first time in her new form would be great, wouldn't it?! Wouldn't it?! Of course it would be! Sporting a rather excited smile, her far too long coat dragging on the ground behind her, the girl shuffled forward... and promptly stopped when she heard a scream. Up until then she'd just be filled with a flurry of excitement, but then... that was not right. And now there was... people were definitely scared rather then excited.

Well.

"... Hmph, I'm not reviving just to be caught by some losers calling themselves something lame like that," Miyu commented. Oh, it was scary, but... 'The Wild Hunt'? Hmph! With that, the tiny girl turned tail and immediately broke into a highly unimpressive sprint.

It seemed she was about as athletic as you'd expect from a tiny, harmless-looking nine-year-old in oversized clothing.

[User]
Battlefield Survival Guide for Dummies

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At first things were going pretty good, Sonia simply lied there taking in the crisp blue sky above. Her mind was in a strange state of panic and serenity; on one hand she did just die, not to mention the experience of falling face first into a mountain wasn't all that pleasant, but also she was still damn well enjoying the prospect of a new, exciting life. Sure she wasn't a he anymore... but that didn't matter, it was a decision she made for herself and it felt awesome. No more late nights at a job she hated, no more living in a damp, cold apartment, none of that. This was going to be her new life, one filled with adventure and for once she is going to be happy.

It was then the rumbling finally registered with the newly minted catgirl, Sonia realized it had been there the whole time. Suddenly she got curious, what was it? She sat up, although not without noticing the alien feeling of her own body even just ignoring the very obvious ears and tail, it was still a lot different from her old, male form. Quickly it dawned upon Sonia what the rumbling was all about, a freaking massive army is really hard to miss after all, then of course when she turned towards the other direction she found the other one.

Her earlier optimism gave away to a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, holy shit was she about to lose her life before it even began? Sonia tried finding a logical reason why not to be afraid, she was just a stranger to these people, maybe they'll leave her alone because a really confused catgirl doesn't make much of a threat, although as she looked around some more that apparently probably wasn't going to be the case. First, she actually wasn't alone there were others with her, she had no idea who they could be and quite frankly had bigger problems to tackle. Second, the corpses. The scene around her wasn't all that pretty, a couple of dead soldiers were strewn all over the place. Again that sick feeling returned to her because she didn't have to guess how they died.

With shaky legs she had to stand up, there was no way she could survive this by just sitting there. Sonia's attention was instantly drawn by the equipment left behind by those soldiers... hell what was she thinking about doing? Without bothering with any of her "companions" she ambled towards the nearest corpse, in the dead man's hand was a sword. It was a life and death situation, it was no time to complicate the morality of battlefield looting. With a deep exhale she crouched over the man, then started to pry his cold fingers from the weapon, the action still felt wrong. Eventually it was free and she simply took it in own hand. The blade was coated in a fine layer of dried blood, and the metal was obviously rusted, plus the edge had more than just a few niches in it, still at least she had a weapon now. She reasoned with enough force it could still maybe do some damage. To the side she found something else, a shield. It was a simple wooden one, but much like the sword it wasn't in stellar condition. The boards were bent and it barely formed a defensive layer. Not to mention it smelled heavily of mold from sitting in the mud for so long, but again like with the sword at least she had something else to defend herself with.

After that she didn't know what to do. She was technically armed, although not like she could fight off an army by herself, especially considering she didn't even know the first thing about fighting. Sonia just assumed she would suddenly have that knowledge, or she would have time to learn, seems like that wasn't going to happen. So instead she just stood there, waiting for either army to finally reach her.

[Assistant]
It's Hero Time! Maybe! Hopefully!

Coming back into focus was something that was strange for the newly awakened person, especially since they distinctly remembered suffering and then dying from a powerful pain their chest. Most likely that was a heart attack, though the surprising thing was that their eyes could be open once more. Even more out of the ordinary was that the streets where they were had been replaced by a completely different environment, not a hospital or even the morgue like expected, but a wide open grass plain under a blue sky with a questionable looking winged lizard flapping about in the distance- much too realistic looking to even consider being CGI. Dull surprise was the reaction to such a scene.

And then there were more alarming factors to consider. Everything looked bigger, as though the body had shrunk and the perspective was forcibly lowered. Hair that drifted into view in the breeze looked explicitly light blue, too natural and healthy looking to be compared with died colors. Skin was pale instead of olive, softer and very much lacking in any muscle definition indicating lack of exercise. Center of balance was off, hips seeming to be narrow and shoulders somewhat broader. And finally, that last clue that something was very wrong... A most alien feeling. "..." Slender fingers hooked into the hem of the pants to pull it far enough that one could look down but not low enough to show anything off to the world. "!" Surprise and bewilderment followed by the heady rushing of blood to the head as they found a part that definitely shouldn't have existed attached below the belt, the owner almost swooning from the great shock.

"I'm a boy?!" An alto pitch resounded into the surroundings, indicating a youthful yet undeniably boyish voice came from within the new body, the feeling of an Adam's apple moving under that slender neck which soon gulped unconsciously. Trembling hands felt the face, finding features tha were gentle and smooth and freezing once more in yet another bout of confusion as they touched the ears. They were angular and somewhat sharpish instead of rounded, lacking earlobes and feeling triangular in nature. "...Elf?" A hoarse whisper, though one with quite a bit of interest infused into it. "...Right, this is... Too realistic to be a dream..." Mumbling came as the newly dubbed male elf wrapped his mind around the changes, a bevy of mixed feelings swirling about.

The scream of a characteristic damsel in distress rang out nearby, instantly snapping the boy out of his thoughts and instinctively making the new frame start dashing into the rough direction of the sound. Fitness seemed to be lowered, but hearing was heightened so there was no worry about being lost. Small hands clenched, their owner feeling unsure if this new body could realistically be of much help at the moment. Still, he ran, a mad dash towards the unsavory situation due to a combination of morality and worry for the source of the distress. To cover the ears and leave just because the body was weak, that was an excuse for those of weak minds and hearts. Still, the newly christened elf hoped he could actually provide aid.


[System]
Identity
Name used: Sigurd (The dragon slayer in some rare cases)

Age: 32

Appearance:

The only notable deviation from the image being that his entire left arm and part of his shoulder is encased in stone.

Height: 6ft 4"

Weight: 98kg

Weapons

Steel Longsword, fairly average in terms of length and weight.

Scaled Shield, an ordinary iron rimmed wooden shield covered with the scaly hide of a dragon. The shield itself is nearly impervious to flame, and can ward off most forms of physical and magical attacks as it still withholds the magical qualities of the dragon. It is roughly 100 cm in diameter.

Throwing Axes: Sigurd carries two small steel tipped throwing axes attached to his belt on his right hip, which he can throw with impressive accuracy.

Armour: As well as his shield and stone arm he wears fur and leather boots, leather and iron leggings and iron plated leather armour. He has a steel pauldron on his right arm, his left fends for itself. He wears an odd full iron horned helm (unique to his homeland) which will hopefully prevent him getting his brains beaten out.

Physical Stats: Sigurd is, outside of his stone arm, fairly mortal, though impressive none-the-less. He has a near peak human physique, easily able to bench 200kg and sprint at up to 15mph for a sustained period. However, his body is still fallible to all the weaknesses of humanity. The Stone Curse in its infancy does provide him some small resistance to poisons and other debilitations beyond that of an ordinary human, but not significantly.

Abilities: Trained from a young age in the arts of war, he uses a perfected Viking style of combat, in which he utilizes his sword and shield in equal measure in both offensive and defensive styles. Basically, he catches the opponent's weapon on either his shield or sword, depending on the angle of the strike, and lashes out with his free weapon. Either one can cause incredibly damage. If his shield is lost in combat his stone arm can be used in much the same way, the only disadvantage being that he loses the larger surface area of his shield, and projectiles can target his head or unprotected right side. The advantage is with some luck he could grab the opponent's weapon and snap it in half.

The Stone Curse: Sigurd's left arm is made of marble, to put things simply. However, the arm has a few magical qualities which account for his prowess.

It does not encumber him in the slightest, which means he can throw the arm around with all its strength at no disadvantage.

It has no issue with lactic acid build up, and is near impervious to conventional forms of damage. The marble itself is incredibly thick, making up the entire arm, and has been shown to slowly repair itself if scratched or cracked.

It dulls the effect of magic which targets Sigurd or the arm itself. In theory, he could reach into the void and effect otherwise intangible opponents such as ghosts with his left arm.

It can apply massive amounts of force; his left arm is roughly three times the strength of his right, allowing it to roughly curl 240kg.

Sigurd's Story (So Far): Sigurd was born in the far north of his homeland, dragons scoured the earth and his people could do nothing. He grew to impressive fame after his fabled slaying of a dragon, the first to do so. The act in which he killed the beast was also notable, he apparently dealt a paralysing blow with his left arm, and chopped straight through the creatures skull with a long sword. The tales were not believed, until his first public appearance revealed a startling and controversial trait, his left arm and shoulder were encased in stone. Living stone which did not hinder him in the slightest, yet allowed him to place ridiculous force into his blows, and remain unscathed in the process.

His fame grew as he slew a number of dragons on his travels, though he grew listless and weary of trekking through the north. In an encounter that by all accounts should have been his last he was thrown into the dimension of the Liason's tournament, the Way of the Warrior, where he was forced into combat with a number of dangerous individuals. Despite being obviously outclassed the warrior known as Sigurd performed well, before coming unstuck against an undead opponent with power beyond anything he had ever seen. When all his attacks failed him he was stabbed from behind and suffered a mortal blow, forcing him to leave the tournament in second place, his prize being his life.

After returning to his homeland with the knowledge of his tournament victories and losses he encountered a small dragon that embarrassingly forced him to flee battle for the first time, and after doing so resolved to pick up throwing axes and practice with them for any future encounters of the sort. Since then Sigurd has mostly wandered, the few remaining dragons in his homeland managing to evade his pursuit and cause untold devastation.

[User]
There was one who did not tarry like the others. He who passed through the shrine without a word, the knapsack on his back filled with supplies, his expression sombre yet determined. His visage was one of a warrior from the frigid Northlands. Fur and iron, steel and stone, these things adorned his tall, powerful frame. He was a man like any other on a glance. Yet an arm made of stone was no ordinary thing, it marked him as Sigurd Stoneheart, bearer of the Stone Curse and survivor of the Way of the Warrior. In that stony grip he clutched a round shield draped in the hide of a Dragon, his slaying of such a fearsome beast the cause for his renown. At his side the tools of his trade, sword and axes, weapons of war and death. Sigurd had survived three years of conflict since leaving the Liason's tournament with naught but his life as a reward. Now perhaps he would earn his comeuppance. Or now perhaps he would meet his end.

Steeling himself for war, the helmed warrior stepped over familiar terrain. Snow trod underfoot and the wind whistled shrilly, no doubt freezing the less well equipped for the cold to the bone. To Sigurd, this place was not so different from home. He moved assuredly, and so reached the first point of crossing a while before his fated opponent. Familiar now with the destined nature of combat in such a place, perhaps grown more cynical in his days since the Tournament, Sigurd secured an advantage with little doubt he would fight. He may talk, he may not, and such would depend on that which rose to meet him.

Having reached the windswept cliffs, his feet carried him swiftly half-way across the area, standing between two rocks that blocked a clear view of the entire arena. He did not draw then, but waited to see who would face him. His rugged face frowned, muddy-blonde hair trapped beneath iron and faint whiskers bristling in the cold. With a slight shrug his armour shifted, never quite comfortable, but a re-assuring weight none-the-less. Piercing blue eyes shone from beneath his dreadful horned helm, eyes which spoke of death.

[Assistant]
Common sense was a powerful ally, and with it did Iolanthe trek the black mountain. She did not know how the conclusion came to her, but did not shrug such superstitions off, the knowledge that a battle would occur here on this day. It was never spoken aloud that the mountain's scape was a tournament of bloodshed, but it's history, drenched in death, hinted to nothing else. People died trekking up the mountain, and never did a group attempt the climb and come back side by side.

Iolanthe held her spear backwards and used it as a crutch to climb up the mountain, for the path she chose was not the beaten trail. She had some mountain climbing experience behind her, such as the time she visited the Oracle on mount Olympus. This black mountain was nothing like Olympus, however... it was very much alive, and the path became ever the more treacherous as Iolanthe navigated it. Eventually, the mountain's maw would deny her the advantage she sought, in her attempt to reach the peak without making contact with the other warriors. Bloodlust wasn't her thing, but it'd be forced upon her here. Tremors shook her off the side of the mountain she attempted to climb, until the path her eyes scouted out was no more. Sliding down a suddenly diagonal slope, she found herself in a narrow chasm.

"So the gods have spoken..." Iolanthe uttered under her breath, while turning her head down the pathway newly created. With her blessed sight, she could see far ahead, through the narrow route, a man stood in wait, a good eighty feet ahead in the only available open space she could spot for miles. Her hands carried the will of her devotion, and so she was willing to play the puppet in this game, she'd progress onwards with an unflinching courage, until she too became visible in the eyes of her designated enemy; From this standoff, each warrior could gauge one another.

The man standing before Iolanthe was scouted earlier, however his hurried unfaltering pace gave the hoplite little time to properly examine him. At first glance, he looked a bit rugged, like the many Germanic barbarians to the north; Iolanthe had some experience fighting off these heathens for the Romans. At second glance, the man seemed a slight bit taller than the average barbarian, his helmet was pretty unique, and the patterns woven in to his leather armour differed as well. Iolanthe's mind acted fast, and her eyes faster, at this distance she could scope in to his very pores, or lack thereof on his left arm, the colour of his eyes and hair, what scars were visible, and what weaknesses might be estimated based on those scars. A sigh escaped Iolanthe's lips, what a fine specimen of a man, he was obviously an incredibly skilled warrior, and a tad handsome to boot. Hopefully he had milked life's splendors to the fullest already, else Iolanthe would not enjoy killing a champion with no heir.

Hyperion wheeled about once in Iolanthe's hand, which outstretched with her arm so that the spear's tip pointed towards the northerner, whose name now became a thing of interest. "You who seeks the treasure of gods, state your name, and what reason compels you to climb this mountain!" Iolanthe loudly commanded, letting her voice echo across the mountain ledge. With honour, however, she wouldn't make such a demand without some mutual exchange. "I am Iolanthe Adastraia, champion of Hyperion! I seek the treasure to show my devotion to the solar, and bring liberation to my people! If I judge your resolve as impure, you will be shown no mercy! However... prove otherwise, and perhaps we can arrange for an honourable battle!" Iolanthe's eyes closed thusly, and her arm twisted to the side, pointing her spear instead towards the mountainous wall to her right. "Either way, by the sadism of the gods, the key to this wall is likely hidden in our blood... they seek a glorious performance! So then... Shall we give them what they desire?" Iolanthe finished her speech, and hoped it was not too much... or worse, if the Northerner couldn't speak or decipher the common tongue!

A standstill would last until the Viking warrior spoke his mind. Iolanthe knew she might die here... and if she did, she'd wish it by the hands of only the most honourable of champions. She had several coins strapped to her waist, which she would place upon her opponents eyelids, but only the ones who fought a respectable duel. She had enough extra to pay Chiron's fare if she were to fail.

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For but a moment, Sigurd cursed the machinations of the gods. It seemed he was destined to be made a murderer of women once again by the necessities of tournament. He would never be comfortable with the slaying of the fairer sex, perhaps due to some archaic nobility or for personal reasons he never disclosed. Regardless, it would seem another would meet his blade before long, he did not relish the thought. Standing tall and silent he watched the spear-woman trudge through the gate and into the point of crossing that was to be their arena, and for one of them, their grave.

His own observations were made quickly and without ceremony. Spear, shield and armour with a pretty face. No easy contest awaited him. With a resigned air he shrugged his shoulder causing his knapsack to drape down into his arm. He thrust it aside, dropping it beside the rock to his right, and looked up as the woman began to speak. Perhaps by some divination of the Mountain and the desires of the gods themselves, her tongue seemed decipherable to his ears. He allowed her the speech, remembering a time when he himself asked such questions on entering a tournament, the similarities struck him and an odd feeling of familiarity unsettled him. When all fell silent he looked on for a moment, fixing her with eyes that seemed weary before their time. Finally, when it seemed unlikely he would reply, his lips parted.

"I am Sigurd Stoneheart. I climb this mountain for my own reasons, but I will tell you that I seek one who has the power to undo a great injustice and save many lives. I believe your cause is also just, steel yourself and may your gods grant you entry to their halls if you fall." Sigurd knew this contest was fated, destined even. Blood had to be shed as once more violence the most primitive of tools would serve as the decider. It was a dark circle, one which only death could release him from or so he had thought. Now he had tasted death, it had not served its purpose.

Sigurd drew his longsword from his left hip with his right hand, the steel breaking free of its sheath with a leathery rasp. Facing his foe he stood with his left side and foot forward, his shield held half a foot from his body angled away from him and providing cover for his front. His longsword he held low facing his soon to be opponent, a little behind his shield. Between the two of them, off to his right, was a crevice in the cliff-edge that likely offered a swift death on the ground far below. He waited to see how she would approach, or if she would.


[System]
James is a Caucasian male that stands at 6ft1. He is of stocky build, weighing around 14st (give or take a few pounds). He is physically fit and of above average strength and stamina. He tends to sport a crew cut and has dark brown hair, however it has started to grow out. He has dark hazel eyes.

(As in the photo) James wears a white shirt beneath a grey hoody and an old leather jacket that belonged to his father. He's also wearing some newish jeans that are dark grey in colour, and some black boots. James has some old aviators that he'll wear if its sunny.

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【Nickname】
(Hasn't got one at the moment)

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
21

【Sexuality】
Straight

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【Personality】

James was always the laid-back optimistic type, not often voicing his opinions unless asked and only offering reassuring ones when he did. Whether this survived the outbreak however remains to be seen. He is quite confident and not easily offended, although he will not hesitate to take action if someone is intimidating him or if he sees something he really doesn't agree with.

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【Background】
James was born in Derby (UK) as the only child of publicans James (senior) and Francesca Morgan. Through his teens he was endued with the promise that he would work in the family pub, The King's Sword, and eventually inherit it when he was older. Living above the pub he became used to the life and atmosphere surrounding it, and some of his happiest memories were of him and his father doing work on the place (they were very much DIY orientated). After high school James, despite intending to work in the pub, went to college where he studied History, Sociology, Creative Writing and Security. He had always had a great interest in ancient history and loved to read about ancient Rome and write alternative fiction in his spare time. Sociology he took because he heard it was easy, but actually found he quite liked it. And he took Security because he thought it might be handy given his bar work; he actually went on to get his security license and is therefore a security guard for the pub as well (if nothing else it makes the place look more professional and lowers their insurance).

Whilst in college James fell in love with a girl named Carly. After hearing she was into boxing James took the sport up himself to get her attention, and it worked. He never really took part in competitions, but he kept up the practice because he knew Carly found it attractive. About five months ago (after four years of going out) James proposed to Carly and she moved in with him above the pub. At that point James' parents had moved out into a nicer house on the edge of Derby. When the outbreak occurred James and Carly were vacationing in New York, and he was quickly separated from her.

For the first few months he was part of a small group that survived in a small apartment building. However these small groups never seem to last, and it only took one night watch to fall asleep for the whole group to be torn apart. James was pretty sure he wasn't the sole survivor but he never saw any of the others again. Since then he's been mostly on the move, never really staying in one place for more than a few days. The only survivors that he ever comes across tend to be raiders and the like, and so he tends to be cautious about meeting new folk.

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【Unique Abilities】
James makes a good bartender and can mix a small variety of drinks. He is fairly at DIY, especially where woodwork is concerned. He also knows how to ride a motorbike. None of these are really unique abilities, but he hasn't much else to bring to the table.

【Knowledge of Combat】
James is a fairly decent boxer, and because of his security training he knows some self-defence techniques (including restraints). In the months since the outbreak he has become fairly adept at using his machete and shield, and so prefers to fight in close confined quarters.

【Weapons】
A machete and a police riot shield, both of which he scavenged of corpses.

He hasn't bothered to keep hold of any guns yet because he doesn't really know how to use one (outside of video games) and knows that gunfire is likely to attract unwanted attention.

【Equipment】
A bottle of absinthe;
a wind up torch;
a couple of cans of beans;
a stab can opener;
a plastic spork;
a phone with no battery left;
an umbrella;
and a small backpack tailored for bikers.

【Conditions】
He cannot swim, although he is very good at flailing in the water.

[User]
Anthony heard and smelled the raiders before he saw it, and the name that was thrown around chilled his blood. "Truffles wants that boy dead, ya know that Shitake" one voice cut through the darkness, high and reedy. "Yah, I know that Toadstool," a deeper, rougher voice resounded through the sewer,"but ya know i like the screams of the young ones." Anthony began palming his pistol in one hand, and bringing his flashlight to bear towards the voices. He could make out the outline of the two figures walking towards him. Taking a deep breath, Anthony turned on the heavy duty flashlight at the two figures.

 The two raiders recoiled in surprise, and Anthony responded by performing a Mozampique drill on the large one on the right. As he was bearing on towards the other raider when a round grazed his shoulder, throwing his aim off. One round hit the front raider in the shoulder, knocking him down, but now Anthony could see two other raiders behind the downed one. One was armed with a roughed up Glock pointed at him, and the other carried a rusty shiv and charged him. In response, Anthony responded with something that would have made the American education system proud. "Oh. Fuck. Me." He yelled as he backpedaled from the raider, "Fuck me sideways!"

[Assistant]
Even to his own surprise, Bobby managed to sprint all the way to the end of the right sewage tunnel, despite his now complete drain of energy. And yet, his pursuers seemed to have an endless intensity when it came to hunting the living, if not evident by their manic screams. Being prepared for such an occasion, Bobby pushed himself snugly into a tight corner of missing bricks. He blended in quite nicely with the walls, a large part in thanks to his since darkened-with-waste rags with which he has called his "outfit."

Truffles and the rest of his group, four of them total, found themselves at the dead end as well; but still unknowing of Bobby's little cove in the walls. Much to Bobby's worry, one of the members responded with screaming and flailing about maniacally, as if the false promise of a fresh kill would bring him to insanity (as if the whole lot of them weren't crazed enough). Truffles ends this quickly with an efficient SLAP! against his henchmen's face, using the back of his own palm.

"Quiet down, you little shit! Better pray we find this kid, else we'll be cooking you for the buffet." The manic henchmen whimpered like a dog, knowing his place full well. Shortly after, the sound of gunfire echoed down the tunnel, bringing them to full attention. A man's voice could be heard faintly, echoing down: "Fuck me sideways, sideways, sideways..."

The four of them stood silently for a moment, before Truffles laughs and shimmies about giddily. "Shit boys, looks like we got ourselves some dessert as well!" He runs back down the tunnel, heading towards the screams of his allies, with his entourage hollering closely behind. Bobby lets out a long exhale of relief as they scurry off. He takes himself out of his hiding hole, and slowly, follows his pursuers path, eager for an opportunity to make an exit back from whence he came without them gaining even the slightest hint.

[User]
When the raider charge forward, swinging his shank at Anthony's head. However, the former marine blocked it with his flashlight, before shoulder checking the raider into a pipe hard enough to crack the metal. As the madman was stunned, Anthony quickly turned him around and wrapped his arm around the raider's neck. Fortunately he was quick enough to block three bullets with the man's body. As the raider breathed his last breaths, a group of four more raiders came bounding down the pathway. Anthony quickly fired a single shot at the the raider in front of him, catching the raider in the neck.

 The four remaining raiders were only 50 ft away, and Anthony began blasting at the tightly packed group. After killing two of the raiders the other two began dodging around, and Anthony only had 4 shots in his clip. When the former marine saw the oppurtunity he emptied the clip into the foremost raider. The final raider stopped ten feet away from Anthony and snarled at him, drawing a machete.

 Holstering his pistol, Anthony began inching his knife out of its scabberd. "So, who are you?" Anthony asked in a parched voice. the raider continued to snarl and began crouching slightly. Seeing what the raider was planning, Anthony quickly prepared himself to heave the corpse at the raider.

[Assistant]
"So, who are you?" Was all Bobby was able to make from the enveloping skirmish, hearing the few extra rounds of gunfire that encased the sewers shortly beforehand. Sure would be great to know before the rest of the Undead knew, was all Bobby couldn't help but think to himself. All the while, Bobby had a sharp, hefty pebble aimed squarely at the back of Truffle's head with his slingshot.

He fired. Even if he made contact, he still had an unknown loudmouth to resolve issues with...

[User]
Hunter walked the halls of his apartment building, he hasn't left it since it all started, he could find everything he needed inside it. Everything from Food, Water, Guns, Sometimes meds. Though he was running low on bullets again, Plus half the dead in the building where in the halls and the main lobby, the rest were still in their rooms. But every day he would go floor to floor searching room after room for supplies. Some days if he had enough to spare he'd search a room a second time to make sure he found what ever he needed.

He was on the 10 floor of the apartment building today, He had his shotgun in hand and he was going to check out a apartment with a NRA Sticker on the door. "Lets see what we have here." It took a small screw driver, lots of pins and just beating the shit out of the lock to get it open. He walked inside with the shotgun raised. "Hello? Anyone home?" He heard a sharp screech from down the hall. "Runner..." He spoke under his breath. He aimed the shotgun at the door, Fighting a runner hand to hand was not much of an option. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the resident walk up to his side, He had enough time to turn to only put the shotgun between him and the apartment owner. Then as they both went to the ground the runner stopped in front of the door and turned. "Shit..." He had just enough time to pull the trigger on the shotgun to take the leg of the runner clean off. "BLAM!"

The Runner was still alive but now it had to crawl to get to him, He pulled up the strength to push of the resident with the stock of the gun and stand. When the resident came back after him he received a bullet to the face from the 1911. In that same moment he turned the handgun to the crippled runner firing three shots dropping it dead. He heard the moans on the dead in the halls, The NRA would have to wait for another day. He ran out and back to the fire stair well going down to the third floor, where his apartment lay.

[Assistant]
James was sat on an old decrepit sofa in some dark forgotten apartment, the winter chill finding its way through every crack and nook to make the place even more unpleasant. As a result he found himself slumped forwards with his arms tucked in to keep his body slightly warmer. He was nursing a cigarette that seemed to give him little relief; other than the odd night out he wasn't really a smoker, but he'd found the pack the previous day and at this moment in time thought 'fuck it, why not?' At this rate the winter nights would soon reach a point where he'd end up freezing to death anyway, so why worry about a little lung damage? With each inhale he felt slightly warmer and a bit more relaxed, at least until he began to choke on fucking thing.

"KHOFF KHOFF KHAK KHAK KHAK KHAK!"

The short spurt of coughing was enough to make his eyes water, and he threw the cigarette a measly foot away in defiance. Only when he finally caught his breathe and recovered from the ordeal did he hear the sounds of groaning from the landing that connected the multiple apartments. 'The sound of my coughing must have attracted the buggers' he thought to himself as he quickly picked up his shield and machete. The NYPD riot shield was still in good shape, with no cracks, and only had a slight tinge of red to it (for he regularly tried to clean off any mess that he could). He always held it on his left arm, leaving his dominant right free to hold the machete and deliver some strong thrusts. He approached the door quickly and putting his shoulder up against it for reinforcement, he took a peek through the spy hole. Just the one walker. With a sweeping of his foot, James brushed aside the broken glass that lined up the bottom of the door; he always used crushed up light bulbs in front of doors so that it was harder for anyone to sneak in. Then, after unbolting the door, he quickly whipped it open and met his foe. The zombie lurched forward mindlessly but was held back by James' shield. James proceeded to push the zombie back and pinned it against a wall before quickly ending it with a quick decisive stab through the eye. Keeping the shield pressed against the zombie he gently lowered the corpse to the floor as to avoid a loud thump. "Just another day" he whispered under his breath before heading back into the lonely darkness of the apartment.


[System]
Age: 18

Year: 3rd

Appearance:

Personality: When describing Sousuke, only two words really come to mind: Cocky and Driven. Sometimes he can be a little too cocky for his own good, which can and has gotten him into trouble on multiple occasions. In spite of that, his rather driven nature and sometimes unbreakable tenacity to keep pushing forward has often been the thing that got him out of the very trouble that his cockiness gets him into. Some would say that that balances out in the end, while others might find him annoying or just outright frustrating to work with. On top of all that is his apparent need to be as cool as possible. His gestures, way of speech, it's all for the purpose of making an impression and ensuring that people who meet him are not soon to forget his name.

Background: Having moved around several times throughout his life, Sousuke has transferred between many different schools. The subject of why his family moves around so much seems to be a sore spot, as asking him about only seems to make him irritable. Whatever the case, Sousuke is no stranger to being the new kid, and this has made it rather difficult for him to form any kind of bonds with other people... at least none that actually stick. He's also been a member of several different Battle Clubs, at least until his family has to move again and Sousuke has to transfer to another school. This has led him to stop joining the Gunpla Clubs altogether and just focus on developing his Gunpla skills solo. One recurring trait of his was to offer his skills to Gunpla Teams, but not for free. Rather, he would ask for compensation in exchange for his filling out a slot that a team needed filled. Some would call this greedy, but Sousuke prefers the term "Free Agent". As for what Sousuke actually uses his earnings for... no one actually knows, and he tends to just make up an answer when asked.

Battling/Building Ability: Sousuke is definitely more of a battler than a builder. Sure, he can fix his Gunpla with parts, but building an entirely new one was never something he was good at. That being said, Sousuke's Gunpla happens to be a very well-built model with top notch performance and customizations, leading some to wonder how someone with such poor or average building skills managed to get a Gunpla of such quality. The answer is, as usual, something Sousuke prefers to keep to himself.

Mobile Suits:
-Name: Crossbone Joker
-Description: Crossbone Joker is a heavily modified Crossbone Gundam utilizing various utilities and systems from other models. An example of such is the Joker's primary melee weapon, clearly inspired by the GN Swords from Gundam 00. His primary shooting weapon is a high powered beam rifle reminiscent of the Wing Gundam or Wing Gundam Zero. One the Joker's more flashy weapons is the Crossbone Bars mounted on its back. Rather than simply serve as boosters as they do on the official Crossbone model, the Joker's Crossbars can be dismounted and swung or thrown like a giant windmill shuriken. And finally, the Joker possesses another Trump Card, one that Sousuke rarely ever uses if he can help it. It's equipped with a 00-inspired Trans-Am system that turns the Gunpla red and then briefly triples it's overall speed, power, and defense performance. It's primarily a sleek black color that allows it to easily blend into the dark environments of space fields, though retaining the white skull chest piece of the official Crossbone model. Also, its head unit is decorated like a pirate bandana rather than a captain's hat.
=Weapons=
 -Joker Blade: An enhanced GN Sword that deploys from the right forearm.
 -Joker Magnum: A customized Buster Rifle that is kept in two pieces stored in each leg respectively.
 -Joker Star: The crossbars mounted on the back. Outfitted with openings for particle emission.
 -Trans Am: A phase shift system that turns the suit bright red and temporarily triples performance.

-Name: Mach Fist Master
-Description: ?

-Name: Joker Xtreme
-Description: ?

Name: Masato Kusaka

Age: ?

Appearance: ?

Personality: Masato is arrogant, narcissistic, and has a borderline God-complex. As far as he's concerned, there's only two tiers that actually matter: himself, and literally everyone else beneath him. Like Sousuke, he's a free agent, but for some reason charges no money. Instead his form of "compensation" is finding strong opponents worthy of him. If he can't find an opponent within a seemingly random timeframe? He not only leaves the team, but outright turns on them and trashes their Gunpla and ensuring their inability to continue competing. To call Masato an asshole is the understatement of the century. And yet, in spite of all that, he still manages to find himself on teams willing to risk hiring him.

Background: ?

Battling/Building Ability: Masato is a prodigy builder and battler. In spite of his extremely jerkish personality, he still manages to find teams that are willing to put up with him. The reason for that is almost chillingly clear: because Masato really is that good. The only reason he hasn't started competing at World Level yet is because he wants to milk the Under-19 scene for all it's worth before moving onto the World Tournament competitions.

Mobile Suits:
-Name: Phantom Rogue
-Description: It appears to be a highly customized Epyon, or at least it was an Epyon at some point. The dark maroon paint has been replaced with pitch black. Not only that, but the horns on the head as well as the areas around the suit's eyes have been painted white, making it appear as though the Gunpla is wearing a mask. The wings appear to have been removed, in their place are openings for plavsky particle emission. The emitters equip the Rogue with either a set of black wings or a shadowy cloak.
=Weapons=
 -Twin Magnums: A pair of revolvers, stored in each leg that fires surprisingly high-powered plasma shots.
 -Lupin Striker: The wicked whip normally seen on Epyon. This one has been modified to be able to straighten into a sword blade for dueling, or use its usual whipping attacks to make wider strikes. It's also outfitted with particle emitters to boost the weapons striking power as needed.
 -Particle Phantoms: The particle-emitted wings or cloak isn't just a fashion statement. It allows the Phantom Rogue to deploy doppelgangers of itself made of harmless energy, or leave them in its wake like afterimages. The doppelgangers are harmless, unable to cause damage to enemy Gunplas, but they can cause confusion visually and cause radars to detect multiple Phantom Rogue copies.

[User]
The forest he had landed in was just large enough to tuck him away. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the babble of a river snaking away. He looked over, knowing that he hadn't encountered anyone but somewhere close were two other Gunplas he knew near nothing about.

He took a step forward, the impact of his foot thrumming the earth. Then he felt it, a bolt of instinct anchoring him with caution. A long beam bolt sung out, crashing into the earth to the left of him.

Echo Barbatos jumped away from the initial shot before gazing in the direction of still ringing sound. As more and more bolts rung clear, followed by massive beams veering mostly to his left, he directed Echo Barbatos through the dense forest. The wild Gunpla surged through the trees like a feral beast, its Tail Blade extending out and whipping back and forth in anticipation.

It wasn't long before he spotted the cause for the missed shots.

Echo Barbatos tore through the trees and out into the open, standing in the raging river. A glinting in the distance gave him a hint of his shooters location, however, he also felt guided, or pushed in the direction he had ended up at. He looked up and around himself before noticing something, it was slight but the color was so pitch black that it begged for his attention in the mountainous daylight.

"Prey ..." mumbled Natsu.

His Tail Blade smacked the ground as he started towards the Crossbone Joker. He reached down and ignited one of the beam sabers on his hip during his charge, fully prepared to strike out at him once on him.

[Assistant]
Sousuke watched the beams fire from a source a long distance away. Sniper fire, but it was a beam sniper rifle, meaning that it was easy to trace the shots to their origin. And it only took a moment for Sousuke to get a rough estimate of Nanashi's position.

"Thanks for giving up your position... idiot. Next time try using something other than beam attacks so you're harder to spot." of course, it wasn't long before the rustling and shifting of trees betrayed the impending arrival of Sousuke's other opponent. He wasn't exactly trying to be stealthy, not that much anyway, "Oh for the love of... he does know he's being herded like cattle, right?"

Sousuke's grip on his controls tightened, and he suddenly activated his own thrusters, firmly pushing the throttle all the way forward, "Sorry, Mr. President, but I'm not playing your little game." and he started flying right toward where he estimated Nanashi's hiding place was. Assuming the Barbatos was was still hellbent on targeting the Joker, that meant Sousuke would be leading the beast right to their would-be manipulator.

"Okay no more hiding, 2nd Year. Time to face the music." without slowing down, Sousuke deployed his rifle, the Joker Magnum, and fired off a high-powered shot toward the spot he guessed Nanashi was hiding. Little did he notice, the crossbars on the Joker's back began to emit plavsky particles and the Gunpla's flight began steadily speeding up beyond what it was originally capable of, "Huh?" Sousuke quickly checked his settings, and that was when he finally figured out the meaning behind that note.

It seemed there were now openings along the edges of the crossbars that could emit plavsky particles. Specifically, these would give it extra throttle, like a plane using afterburners. It also had the effect of the Joker leaving behind a rather pretty trail of sparkling particles. That meant it was easier to spot from a distance, but in exchange it could cover a greater distance in a shorter time.

[User]
"Waaaah, Sousukes so mean!" He said chuckling as Sousukes blasts fires just over him. "But man, thats a cool upgrade, but in earths gravity how much particles can it use up before falling?" He asked looking at the now flying MS, before the three shields move to reveal the missile pods hidden away. He then began to fire missiles all along the mountain side, creating a large amount of smoke as well as making the mountain side a mess. He then began to fire more missiles to both of his enemies, makings them fly from different angles as not to show his position.

Now the mountain side is messed up so Echo Barbatos can't get to him, and his rifles and missiles are intercepting the Crossbone Joker. Nasnashi was thinking he was doing pretty well right now.

[Assistant]
Natsu pursued the Crossbone Joker and despite all the ruckus, once he had caught up to the two, even with all the debris scattered and the mountainside crumbled down; the Echo Barbatos found it is to traverse with its hardened claws. Its strong frame and build endured the light pelting while its powerful legs bounded it up the cliff side. "Don't take me so lightly. I may be just a first year here but I'm skilled," he proclaimed with little passion.

He surged Echo Barbatos up the mountain and through the smokescreen.

Within said smokescreen, under the veil of Origin Zaku's poorly aimed missiles, he deploy the four funnels on his side upwards through the smoke -- stealthily changing his target from Crossbone Joker to Origin Zaku Phantom. The sound of extraneousness explosions dialed his cautionary instincts up to eleven. It was them that ushered him out the smokescreen and a few meters from Nanashi's Origin Zaku Phantom. Echo Barbatos let loose an odd, alien snarl from menacing face.

A moment later and the thin whip of his tail-blade arced up before stabbing down at the Zaku-modded Gunpla. "Are you seriously the president?" Natsu asked Nanashi. " 'Cause I'd like to join."

[User]
The missiles, well, Sousuke admittedly didn't anticipate those. Maybe the 2nd Year wasn't as dumb as he looked, after all? Still, with him in the air, he did at least have one surefire way to dodge the salvo of missiles, but it wasn't going to be pleasant. Without warning, Sousuke killed his thrusters, and without anything keeping it in the air the Crossbone Joker slowly started to free fall back toward the ground, specifically the mountainside. It might get scuffed from the landing, but it was better than getting blown up by missiles.

And that was then the apparent avalanche happened. And Sousuke just happened to have put himself in the worst place during it. He was tempted to fly up but that particle boost from earlier had ate up a good portion of his energy and he couldn't afford to waste anymore. Instead he stayed put and readied the Joker Magnum. Only one of the falling rocks rolled his way, and when it did Sousuke pulled the trigger and let the beam from the rifle split the rock in two so that it rolled in two separate directions on either side of the Crossbone Joker. That was much more cost-effective way to avoid the rocks then wasting more particles on high-speed flight.

At this point, Sousuke returned to his original plan. The beastly Barbatos seemed to have lost interest in him, and by the time the smoke started clearing, Sousuke could just make out the two other two Gunpla staring each other down. He let them talk for a moment before thinking of a devilish idea. The two enemy Gunplas were only meters away from each other. The crossbars of the Joker Star had quite the long diameter. With a well-aimed throw... Sousuke gave a devilish smirk. From higher up Mt. Fuji, he made his Gunpla leap into the air instead of flying in order to conserve as much particle energy as possible. While airborne he made the Gunpla's body twist around while the crossbars simultaneously detached from the Gunpla's back and went into the Joker's hands. With both hands gripping it, and with momentum from the spin Sousuke made his Gunpla give as much of a mighty throw as he could, and the Joker Star went flying.

Something Sousuke wasn't expecting was the Joker Star automatically beginning to emit particles again after it was thrown. Similar to when he was flying earlier, the particles acted as makeshift thrusters that added extra flight speed and spinning speed to the Joker Star as it screamed toward its two targets, and it would thus hit quite a bit harder than Sousuke first calculated, especially when taking the particle energy emission into account. It looked like it could hit one of them dead on while just grazing the other. Unless of course they detected the attack coming and were fast enough on the draw to avoid it. Then the Star would just go crashing into the side of the mountain and probably leave a very visible gash along the cliffs and possibly cause another avalanche.


[System]
Bloody Mary
A warped record plays her song...
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Human?

Appearance: (She does not have the robot-esque hands. Her hands are normal.) She's a tall woman of slim build and average muscle. She sports platinum blonde hair that goes to right above the shoulder, and hides it in her bonnet thingy. She is fair-skinned, and has a nice, soft face, with slightly thin lips, and a petite nose. Her bust size is a bit below average, and she has slender legs. Her hands are surprisingly quite soft, and she does not wear any sort of nail polish. Her hips are quite wide, but hidden under her antique dress.

Faction: Order of the Sword

Personality: An intelligent lady who is naturally sweet, but unflinchingly honest, mainly because she doesn't realize when she says something rude. Fairly easily persuaded and trusting. Also very quiet, even though she believes she is right almost always due to being praised for most all of her life. She shares a natural sympathy for demons and angels due to her interactions and bond with Hunter, but will still kill demons or angels and adapt their technologies and allow others to experiment on them. The dead have no regrets after all.

She has a supreme hatred of her silvery blood, becoming ashamed and almost vomiting at it's sight. She also only use her demon-like form as an absolute last resort.

Bio: Born and raised in Sweden, she was a star student in school and quickly rose the academic ranks, going to college at only 15. With double degrees in both Theology and Engineering, the incident at Fortuna naturally interested her. At 19 She moved there and attempted to get closer to the Order by joining it, but realized that, as management changed hands the organization now fought for good. Her skill allowed her to work under the Head Researcher, a man with the visage of an demon named Hunter.

The old man treated her like his daughter, doting and focusing on her as if she was his own. He had never had a child due to his experiments turning him into a demon, and she had never had a father, so the glove seemed to fit. As the man grew older though, he realized that he was going to have to pass his work onto her. His last project before he retired was a bio-engineering magnum opus that aimed to give the power of the divine to humans without making them horrific beasts or sacrificing themselves to demonhood. Maria was to be the recipient.

The experiment wasn't a complete success. Though Mary didn't completely sacrifice her humanity and become a demon, she is no longer fully human. She has spliced her blood with that of a demon's. Though she is not a demon she can become a demon-like creature at will, and her blood is a sickly luminous white. Both she and Hunter refused to report this to Kyrie and Nero, instead pretending that the experiment just made her faster and stronger. Currently, she is trying to figure out a way to dissuade The Order from adopting this mutation for regular use, all while caught up in the middle of the apocalypse. What's a girl to do, ey?

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities: unnatural almost demonic strength and speed, though her body is still as frail as a human's.
* Devil Trigger: A more bestial form bestowing her lots of fur, razor sharp teeth and claws, and antlers. This mode givers her increased power, defense, and speed. But she can only use this for a limited amount of time, and hates revealing her demon visage. She also gains some DT-specific techniques.
* Firebrand Trigger: Fairly similar to her DT, except fiery. A trail of magma follows behind her, seeping out of her legs, and she's able to enhance her attacks with explosions.

Style:
Huntress, LV 1 - This style gives Mary speed. Her focus in this mode will be to allow the enemy to wear itself out, quickly dodging in and out of it's range and lightly attack before escaping. At LV 1 this allows her great boosts of speed similar to a dodge in any direction, except up or down. Along with a general speed boost, of course.
LVL 2 - Flashsteps, incredible jumps, wall running, etc.
LVL 3 - Corporeal Illusions

Beasthood, LV 1 - This style gives Mary power. Her focus in this mode is to completely curb stomp the enemy, relentlessly attacking it until it's not more than dust. At LV 1 this allows her to hold either two weapons at the same time, or a ridiculously large two handed weapon. Along with a general attack speed and strength boost, of course.
LVL 2 - 3 weapons at once
LVL 3 - 3 weapons times 3

Equipment:

A long handgun infused with divine power so that it may harm demons and angel. Crafted by both Hunter and Mary as their first duo project.
[LV 2] The gun becomes full auto.
[LV 3] Infuse blood into the bullets to increase their power.

A large scimitar that cuts through the air (and everything else) like butter. She may also attach it to the handle made of angel bone to transform it into a scythe when in Beasthood Style. Hunter's weapon for when he was still gathering materials "in the field."
[LV 2] Demonic thorns cover the blade, dealing more damage and inflicting bleeding.
[LV 3] Add a Exceed Engine to the BS.

Made of Orpheus, a human turned demon by rejecting the gods, this jitte has the ability to manipulate vibrations. At level one, it may simply generate these vibrations, useful for audial trickery or enhanced attacks.
[LV 2] Manipulate existing vibrations.
[LV 3] The vibrations become magical, not needing a medium to travel through.

Obtained from Lily, Mary now has the ability to summon simple weapons by solidifying magic. Because of their ephemeral nature, they're mostly used as throwing weapons. At level one, Mary can summon both spears and shuriken to throw. The shuriken are faster, and more than one can be thrown at a time in Huntress, while the spears fly farther, and are a bit more powerful.
[LV 2] Mary can now summon swords to act as a shield.
[LV 3] Mary now has complete control of all summoned weapons.

PoD
Unload: A simple three-shot burst.
Headshot: A quick unflinching bullet to the head.

BS
Reverse Cleave: A backhanded slash to launch the opponent backwards.
Head Buster: A small leap into a powerful downward slice that could shatter much with ease.
Dropkick: Plant the BS into the ground, using it as a pole to dropkick an enemy. Can break an enemy's guard.
Weapon Trick: When in Beasthood Style, can transform the weapon into a scythe.
Ariel Rave: A quick few slashes while in the air.
Launcher - Send the opponent into the air with an upward strike. Following them up is optional.

BS - Scythe
Hell-a-copter: Multiple spins above the head designed to decapitate multiple foes at once.
Logarius' Spin: A quick circular slice to the left, then right. Can be done while moving.
Hell and Back: Throw the BS-S towards an enemy, before it returns.

TE
Beat: Enhance one's strikes by forcing the jitte to vibrate.
Capriccio: Replicate a simple sound at any volume.
Intermezzo: A blast of vibrational energy that travels straight forward for a short distance before dispersing.
Falsetto: Generate a loud, incredibly high pitched sound to deafen allies and enemies alike.

PP
Shuriken Storm - Mary spins around quickly, throwing out as many shuriken as possibly.
Firework - Mary launches a spear, and shortly after it sticks into something, it bursts into magical energy.
Sawblade - A trio of large shuriken crawl across the floor, slicing up anything in their way.
Lance a lot - Mary summons a huge spear, and can use it almost like a lance.
Air Trick - Summon a spear as a stepping stone to jump again.

Huntress
Dash: A quick step in any direction.
Demon's Soul - A quick dash forward, ending when the BS is firmly planted into an enemy's heart.
Accelerando Dash: Dash, using TE to enhance the distance traveled.

Beasthood
Bloodstorm: A quick sweeping spin with BS, accompanied with a spray of bullets at the same time.
Duet: TE can enhance both itself and another weapon with Beat.
Waltz: Use TE to spin in a circle with both that and the BS out.

Devil Trigger
Chomp! - Mary grabs the opponent and takes a large bite out of them, restoring a small amount of health.
Demon's Omen - An explosive roar that deals no damage, but knocks small opponent's back.

Firebrand Trigger
Magma Dash - A quick burst of speed that leaves a thick trail of lava behind Mary.
Rondo of Burn - Use the vibrations of TE to create a wave of lava.
Some of her attacks have small explosive AoEs added.

[User]
Blair

Now separated from Gideon, she can go about her business. Keeping in mind the orders she was giving, Blair decided to try something unusual and search in the least suspicious places. After all, while it's usually true that the most suspicious places, like an abandoned building, mine or a hidden wall or floor, in most stories more often than not proven true in missions/situations like these, it's also true that's not always the case.

Though, I guess it would be more accurate to say 'most obvious' place, considering it's common knowledge amongst the criminal ilk to hide something precious in abandoned or not often traveled places but sometimes one would change it up and hide something in plain sight. Blair was thorough as she made sure she didn't discriminate areas, making sure to investigate all areas, regardless of whether it was populated or not. Spotting shadows in the distance, she decided to follow, hopefully onto something.

[Assistant]
Barlour City-A random meeting gone almost wrong
@EnterTheHero

"What? You know Lady Uriel, then? Who are you?" Wrath glanced back at the Sage, gauging the lad.

"Well, who I am is of not much importance, but call me Wrath, since humans like to know names. And of course I know Uriel, she spent the first fifty years of my life as good as raising me." The Nephilim started to turn to leave, spotting a nearby sewer entrance, though he wasn't sure he could fit through it without a little help from Rage Bringer, when the Half-Demon's demonic energy surged.

"You bore me." The half-demon simply states to the Sage as he continues to stand there casually, "I have a job to do here, one that doesn't have to do with you or Heaven. Now get out of my way, and I may just let you go bullet-free." The answer was a resounding shriek through the air as the great sword left it's place on Wrath's back and leveled with the Half-Demon's neck.

"Now, now lad, no need to be picking fights if you've not got a reason, even if you are a Demon. And especially unwise to do it in front of a Nephilim who's not had a decent fight in the last ten days or so. So, what say the Sage comes with me and we leave you be until such a time as a fight is more fitting for us all?" The sword didn't waver and Wrath gave off a vibe of readiness that didn't outwardly show.

[User]
Mary | Near Main Street

A small breath escaped Mary's mouth as a cold fog rolled in over her. Part of her really wanted to get back to her hotel room now. But part of her wanted to stay. This certainly was better than the rain that she was being subjected to before. And a cold front was a common indicator of certain demons rolling in. Certainly a change so quick was suspect?

Her suspicions turned out to be correct. From about a street or two over, she noticed some sort of black gas flowing through the streets. It carried a weight to it, as if it was intentionally being held together by some force. She even heard it scrape against some objects. Her breath quickened slightly. The demon looked like trouble, even to a girl like her. She was thankful of the citizenry for returning to there abodes, but deep down Mary knew a divine being wouldn't show itself so readily unless it had a purpose. That purpose seemed to be in Memorial Park, judging by the direction of the smog.

She quickly flipped out her phone. 4 bars, lucky her. She needed to make some calls. Her first was to the Order knight that had accompanied her to the meeting. She directed him to Memorial park with express caution to the smoke demon. There was a possibility it couldn't be hurt by regular weapons. And she was unsure if it came alone. If it really was after the Seal, then she doubted it came alone. The man replied he would mobilize his forces immediately, half towards the park to neutralize the demon, half underground to look for the seal and guard it once they found it.

There was another call Mary needed to make too, one to the Field General himself. She put in his number but hesitated slightly as she hit the call button. Was he even free? Did they even need him? These questions raced through her mind as she hit the button.

"Hey."
"Hello Field General Nero."
"Just call me Nero, Mary."
"Yes. There's a bit of an issue."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"...Then tell me what it is."
"There's a big demon in Memorial park that's trying to destroy the world. It's gonna break an important seal underground."
"Okay. I'll be there soon!"

With that, Mary hung up the phone, and quickly ran into the subway station she was originally going to take home. It seemed the tram wouldn't be coming for a while, so she was safe to use it as a door to the larger underground system that pervaded the city. She didn't know much about this city, but one thing she did know was that the city had some relations to a certain demon. She was sure that that, and the second seal being here were related. So she was going to the ruins underneath the city. The order hadn't really studied these ruins before. hopefully they would get a chance without the threat of the apocalypse hanging over her head. But currently, those cards weren't on the table.