[System]
"I can't give up, everyone is counting on me."
Title: Prince
Race: Hume
Job: Samurai
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: Yes

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Appearance Information

Physical Features:

Standing roughly 4' 8", Ryouji is quite short for his age. A scrawny 95 pounds would make him an easy target if not for his Royal heritage. Steel grey hair adorns his head, a genetic gift from his Father, and his eyes shimmer in a pale cerulean like his Mother. His youth is ever apparent in his skin tone and complexion, and he has taken great care to avoid poor hygiene. Though, he has managed to build a small amount of muscle, thanks to his swordsmanship training.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

Normally, he is seen wearing the traditional dress of the Kimuran nation, a simple indigo kimono with his family crest embroidered on the back. He carries a ceremonial katana with him nearly everywhere he goes, though it once belonged to his grandfather and is merely a placeholder until he is old enough to forge his own. If he were to engage in combat, Ryouji has a set of Kozane, lamellar leather armor that his Father had made for him.

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Psychological Information

Personality Traits:

Brave | Naive | Well Mannered | Timid | Determined
Quick to trust, and sadly easy to manipulate.

Likes:

Swords | Friends | Legends | Rainstorms

Dislikes:

Chocobo Riding | Mud | The Color pink

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Personal History

Hometown:

Kimura

Current Residence:

The Palace of House Yasuharu, on the southernmost peninsula of the Island

Occupation:

Studies Bushido from his Father, practicing his swordsmanship and political manners daily.

Backstory:

Not much can be said about his upbringing. Life in the Palace was only noteworthy during his time training his sword skills with his father or reading old Legends about ancient Swordsmen and Heroes. Though, there was one time when he was very young when he was bitten by a Chocobo, thus starting a lifelong distrust for the bright yellow birds.

Other:

One day, he hopes to be the greatest swordsman who ever lived, even greater than the Legendary Gilgamesh.
He always carries more Gil then he can really understand the value of.
Even though he has no magical skills, he has named his attacks after powerful techniques used by Legendary Warriors, just in case one of them actually works.

[User]
Ryteb the Awesome
City of Thorne - Running for his Life

There were times when "it doesn't get any better than this" springs to mind. This... was not one of those times.

It all started earlier today, when he had entered the city of Thorne for the first time in about four years. He knew there was a reason he had been avoiding the capital, though he figured that if he couldn't remember it probably wasn't that important. Hindsight is kind of a bitch.

So, what was the reason Ryteb was avoiding the capital? Well, it's actually quite simple. In his infinite greed wisdom, he had decided to obtain the legendary blade of Kyreth-tan. You know, standard treasure hunting. Only problem was... The sword already had an owner, namely the Kyreth-tan Assassins. Apparently they had a 2000 gil bounty on his head. Insulting really, Ryteb thought, should be at least 5000.

Naturally this offer of coin attracted much bloodlust, and almost as soon as Ryteb entered the city the cry of "Get 'im!" Began the rally of the uneducated brutes who thought a ponce like Ryteb would be easy to catch. Those guys were easy enough to escape from, but soon he sensed a much more terrifying presence, that of a professional assassin, and that just made his day a perfect storm of awful.

"Look, I don't wanna die yet!" he called back to his mysterious pursuer, "Can't we settle this in a way that doesn't involve sharp objects?"

[Assistant]
Dandy on Vacation - Ersatz

Thorne City - Grand Market

Celebration was in the air. People from all walks of life could be found in the metropolis to commemorate civilization's victory and triumph over evil. However, this festival also drew in some men of questionable moral fiber to the capital. Among them is Ersatz, who was primarily here in the hopes of breaking the monotonous routine he had found himself while living in Calestani as a machinist apprentice. At the back of his mind though, Ersatz had hoped that he would find some merchants he had associated with from his past. After all, what better place to sell wares of questionable origins than a market that both buyer and seller might not even lived close to.

(Un)fortunately, Ersatz was unable to find said merchants at the Grand Market. However, he was able to procure some elemental shells of fire, thunder and ice variety that was compatible for his firearm, along with some directions to a tavern that he might be interested in. Once he had entered the tavern doors, Ersatz did a quick glance at the bar patrons and a paladin at a corner table was the only person of interest that he noticed. Ersatz would then pull up a stool to the bar tender's counter, placing a stack of Gil in front of him. "Shot of your finest, barman." Once he would receive the drink, Ersatz would raise his glass and say "Prost." before downing it.

Whatever it was, the drink was burning Ersatz's throat. He would then put up three fingers up in the air, signalling the bar tender for three more.

[User]
Clementine Haschwalden
Thorne City

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You have been assigned to guard duty for the duration of the festival.

Those were Clementine's orders. But that's not very helpful, he had protested. Or specific. Where am I supposed to guard?

Unfortunately, his orders were delivered via letter, which he opened over breakfast the day festivities would begin. That's just not helpful at all.

And so he went wandering the streets, feeling more like a tourist than an employed soldier of Throrne and emissary of Cronquist. Which wasn't altogether bad, of course, but did make him feel a little guilty. You can't help it though, not on a day like this. Clementine, slightly but not altogether unwilling, felt every part of him relax. During the heat of the morning, he bought a snowy white-blue popsicle, and ate it in the shade of the arena. Confetti and flower petals blew through the air like swarms of happy bumblebees.

Eventually, however, common sense got the better of Clementine, and, feeling a little red-faced over wasting the whole morning, went out in search of an officer. Most of the soldiers couldn't give him much advice. In fact, most of the soldiers were busy engaging in the festivities. Eventually, he found one soldier who told him, rather awkwardly while eyeing his armor, "Commander Amelia is in charge of the Knights" and, eventually, another, just in front of the Temple, mentioned, "I think I saw her pass into that tavern across the way."

Tired, rather frazzled, but mostly pleased with his detective work, Clementine pushed his way into the bar. It wasn't hard to spot her; the Knight-Commander's paladin armor was bright and mighty even in the dim, orangey tavern-light.

He approached her table, a lonely little corner of the building, his helmet tucked under his arm, and said quietly, "Um, excuse me, ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but my orders, the ones I got this morning, I mean—"

The Knight-Commander was quite tall and serious looking, and Clementine became keenly aware of his rambling.

"What I meant to say, ma'am, I was assigned to guard duty, but I'm not actually sure what that means, and there weren't any further orders to clarify where I was to go or who I'd be working under. Someone mentioned that you were in charge of the knights, and I thought I might find you and ask if there was anything you needed. From me, I mean."

[Assistant]
Sayuri Takashi
|Seedy Grand Market Tavern|
|Interacting with Amelia and Clementine|

Sayuri rubbed her temples as she walked along one of the main roads to the Temple. It wasn't even that late in the day and it was already wearing on her. The merchant she'd come in with had tried paying her less than half what they'd agreed, she'd taken care of that right quick but it was still a pain, then her parents were both out during the festivities so she couldn't see them until late that evening despite the fact that she'd specifically sent a letter saying she'd be here and to top it all she'd ran into Wedge. It didn't end with much more than words, mostly cause she left as soon as she saw an opportunity, but still soured her mood further. At least the day was most likely going to improve from here. She was hopefully going to meet an old friend of hers that she hoped still remembered her. That could easily go badly though and she knew that much when she sent the letter. Either way it would be nice to see how she's been. After that a long day in the market and hopefully some good fights which she would top off with a nice dinner with her family would definitely raise her spirits.

When she reached her destination she'd almost missed it. It'd been so long since she was in Thorne that she'd almost forgotten her way around. Pausing she lets nostalgia wash over her before making her way into the tavern. A smile instinctively made its way onto her lips as she did as memories came back before quickly fading and leaving her with a sigh. Looking around she spots her target in a mostly empty corner of the tavern with a nervous looking kid wearing dark knight armor. Shrugging she makes her way asking one of the bar wenches for a glass of their best on the way. She catches the last little bit of the kids request and nods at him before dropping into the chair across from Amelia. She waits until Amelia responds to the kid before speaking, "Hello there Amelia it's been a long time hasn't it? Eight years or so?"

[User]
City of Thorne - Airship Docks

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The fire is spreading across the deck as the engines whine and steam pipes burst within the hull. A young boy tightens his grip on his ancestral sword, a bright glow emanating from the steel. Across the deck, a lone figure stands, shrouded in darkness. Glowing red eyes peek out from beneath a blackened hood. The boy raises his sword and points it at the figure, signaling the creature's end. With a blue of motion, the swordsman lowers his blade to his side and charges the figure, summoning the power of Odin himself in the strike as the blade shines brightly. "Zantetsuken!"

With hollow clattering, a bamboo post fell to the deck in two pieces. The fire was nowhere to be found and the boy's sword gave off no glow, besides the reflection of the morning sun. In a practiced motion, the boy sheathed the weapon as reality finished overtaking his imagination. Sighing slightly, he turned around and picked up the bamboo pieces, placing them in a nearby pile of similarly cut reeds. Before he could set up the next practice target, one of the boy's bodyguards approached him. "Prince Ryouji, we'll be landing in Thorne soon. You should take a seat in the cabin until we've safely touched down."

Ryouji nodded and made his way to the cabin as ordered. It had been a long flight, and the Prince was more than eager to enjoy this year's festival. It was unfortunate his parents could not accompany him, but here were too many important meetings that they needed to attend. However, they had made him promise to tell them every interesting detail about the festival upon his return. As the boy sat down and gazed through a nearby window, a sense of wanderlust overtook him. The city was in full view, and from the sky, it was a truly marvelous sight to behold.

The large airship was adorned with the Yasuharu family crest, and it was covered in decorations fit for a royal transport. While the Yasuharu family wasn't the most powerful of the Kimuran factions, it was certainly one of the wealthiest. In addition to passengers, the airship carried many trade goods and gifts for the Thorne Royal Family. Upon landing, a number of workers sprang into action to unload the cargo while the Prince and his two bodyguards made their way across the docks.

Ryouji could hardly wait to see all of what the city had to offer. It felt like he was starting a real adventure.


[System]
"The inner workings of the human heart is much like the flow of electricity. Given energy, its vibrancy cannot even be challenged by the brightest star. But deprive it of that spurring source, and it ceases to exist."
And in this corner, we have the meek yet equally cuddly youth known as Ender Kazetani. And yes, to answer your question, the hair's color is all natural. Boy, did quite a few question marks pop up above his father's head when he saw blue tufts of hair sprouting from that little adorable infantile scalp of his. Now fast forward fourteen years and we are faced with the culmination of his father's efforts and society's education. And, welp, that doesn't exactly amount to much... but who cares! Despite his short stature, the boy walks with full faith in his resolve and lets nothing deter him. His eyes share an almost identical hue with his hair, both of which are unique aspects. Rumor has it that 0's and 1's run vertically down his eyes, but that's probably just people blowing things out of proportion. He's not heavily built, but as a tinkerer, he can put in some elbow grease. Stands at 5'6" and weighs 118 lbs. One eye-catcher is that he always, always, always has his headphones on his person. Even in the shower. Don't ask. Under close inspection, one can see that his fingers are ridden with scars from countless hours at the workbench.

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Age: smol Fourteen

Gender: Male

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Personality:
With his heart in the present and on a one-way course deadset for the future, Ender takes on the obstructions lying in his path with determination. Denoted by his childish and ebullient personality, upon first meeting people find it hard to believe that he's at the technological vanguard of his generation. Only thing more awe-inspiring is his ability to actually get stuff accomplished due to all of the manga and anime the kid watches. He continually defies fate to no avail and develops a multitude of armaments or ordinary contraptions in his free time, albeit a good portion of them don't always work as mentally envisioned. He has the tendency to weave in manga colloquialism with realistic situations.

Steadfast is a word usually attributed to Ender. Although he comes off as carefree, when the plot suddenly thickens and takes a twist, he dons a more serious demeanor. In fact, he keeps within a side of him that heavily contrasts with his usual temperament, but those who catch a glimpse of it seem to forget quite quickly. He holds true to his beliefs and doesn't hesitate to act upon them in a curt and acute fashion.

But when it comes to academics, quick wit is where the road pretty much ends... at the edge of a cliff. Ender is nowhere as attentive with his studies as some of his friends, and tends to tinker with projects on his desk rather than listen to a lecture. Since he is constantly connected to electronics, he finds it borderline impossible to do the latter.

A defining quirk of Ender's is the manner in which he speaks. He tends to use technological lingo, such as rather than stating that he's tired, he prefers to say "My battery charge is almost out." A couple other fancied phrases are "Ender.exe has stopped working," or "My hard drive has cra- heheheheh that's what he said," and other stuff of the sort.

Backstory:
The world's a pretty crappy place, eh? Well, for argument's sake, it beats living in the vacuum of space... But it's still a challenge to not look upon the great expanses of city streets, infrastructure, transportation, and the people propagating all of the above with animosity. Yet this is not the case with Ender. It is true that he is one of the many who have been treated indifferently, the loss of a life close to him failed in forcing him to deviate from his sanguine outlook.

As a man bound by his job and now also a widower, his father found it hard to be an electrical engineer and a father at the same time. So why not coalesce the two tasks into the same agenda? Brilliant. And that's not sarcasm, it actually was a strike of intelligence. This was the awakening spark, no pun intended. It soon became evident that the boy had a knack for the field, but even more disconcerting, he was not hindered by the absence of a maternal figure in his household.

Ender's father held true to the olden ways and techniques of his line of work. Quirkless, he had to find a way to compete with opposing companies vying for profit. Even after it became evident that his son beared a quirk that would indefinitely give him an edge, he did not exploit this revelation. Nor did he force his son onto the job. Ender willingly volunteered to be his father's shadow no matter what task he had taken on, and in turn, the man taught him how to troubleshoot his way through issues without using his Quirk as a crutch. The two were inseparable, with the younger almost as efficient at the profession than the former.

But what if Mr. Kazetani and his innocent son were apart during a hectic event? Ender distinguished himself when a power plant was on the verge of going over the point of no return after a brief earthquake. With his quirk, he helped the on-site team remedy the discord within the plant's systems long before TEPCO and local organizations could arrive. Had it been left up to these groups, they would have surely not made it in time.

Financial aid was definitely one of the academy's most alluring traits, but given Ender's partial-Mutant side, his Quirk was deemed somewhat volatile. Oh. Aaaaaand he didn't get past the written tests, season finales and whatnot were far more demanding.

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Hero Name: Voltaic

Quirk: Galvanic Connection

Classification: Emitter with Mutant properties:
A quirk that stands out from the rest and is, well, quirky. Ender was born with the capacity to "hear" electronics, more specifically the current of power flow and their inner workings, and discern their specific location among the technological mass society has been engulfed by. Additionally, once an entity is discerned, he can manipulate electrical currents and forcibly move the solid objects they are coursing through. But there are a handful of contingencies and shortcomings to the ability, one being that it lacks an "off" feature. In layman's terms, anything around the boy utilizing any energy is constantly blaring at him. Silence is a delicacy he has never been offered the basic human right to indulge in.

Another drawback is that he needs time, albeit not a lot, to concentrate and pinpoint whatever he is attempting to isolate. He can only exert a certain extent of control upon isolated locus, such as turning off lights or other medial tasks of the sort. Now onto his ability to preside over the flow of power through them, and their kinetic movement depending on what they're connected or built into. Wanna turn the light off before heading to be, no need for confrontation on the physical plane! If his remote control is outside of arm's reach, no need to exert any energy to reach for it. The possibilities are endless, yet as expected due to his age, there is a nerf written in bold ink. Moving around electronics drains him of his energy conversely with the size and intricacy of the particular he's trying to control. The most he's tried to do is wiping out a city block, but he was only able to halt the flow of electricity for a few moments before succumbing to fatigue.

The crème de la crème of Ender's contraptions that consistently work. Although bludgeoning evil-doers with traffic lights and other provisional items is a plausible strategy, the boy went the extra mile and crafted something that was forged with his own sweat, blood, and love for moe waifus. The Clockwork Cannon. Roughly seven feet in length, two feet wide and two feet tall,if it wasn't for the lightweight metal it was composed on, the aspiring hero would easily be crushed in an attempt to haul it. In addition to its metallic exterior are multiple lines of silver that serve as accentuation, and rows of four gears with a clock in the middle on the twelve, three, six and nine o'clock positions. The analog clocks are contained in a bronze-hued housing, the same color as the gears on both of their sides. The cannon itself fires specialized ammunition that Ender painstakingly crafts himself. Rather than relying on gunpowder to fire the rounded balls of lightweight metal similar to that of the Cannon, the weapon actually uses the concentrated released of electricity in addition to Ender's quirk to propel them. Nice thing is, the projectiles still maintain their charge to give their targets an electrifying meeting. The weapon also suffices for a melee role. Its muzzle can collapse on itself, forming a triangular end that can be used for offensive combat.

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And all the rest:
"Lolis, tsunderes, kuuderes, childhood friends. You name them, I've conquered them! In the 2D world... -cries in a corner-"

Talents/Hobbies:
* Otaku Trash - ...Needless to say he loves his waifus.
* Technological Affinity - Not even a Samsung phone, a device more Korean than Girls' Generation eating kimchi next to a portrait of Kim Il Sung, than be pitted against this kid when it comes to electronics. Ender is an active- no, a devout gamer. He has conquered many a waifu throughout his numerous campaigns. He may or may not have not already constructed a master case with a built-in PC and PS4 specifically designated for traveling.

Themes:

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Margaret Flinkstein

Meg was barely paying attention to the teacher. She heard rules, then she drifted off to a small kind of dazed sleep. Of course she was tired; she had to come a long way from Yesda's house to here. She needed and loved sleep, and no teacher was going to stop her now. No teacher had ever stopped her before, either.

As the Professor exited the classroom, she opened an eye to look around at her surroundings. An obviously embarrassed boy talking to Tori, one of her roommates. A guy getting super pissed about a bat the teacher took away. Mine wasn't doing much; just the same as Meg was doing herself.

'Whatever,' she thought roughly, standing up from her desk with a stretch. 'Yesda said I should at least make some friends.' She scanned the classroom, boredly looking for someone to talk to.

After a minute or so, she sat back down with a faint frown. Oh, come on. Who would want to talk to her, anyway? Everyone seemed preoccupied with themselves or making other friends, and Meg hated barging in on conversations. Pulling out a small robot-in-progress, she tediously began to work on it, staring intensely at the object of her interest.

[Assistant]
Dante Mathers
Dante was awestruck as Lazarus described his powers. The ability to move the ground? Earth? That was so cool!

"Woaaah, your quirk sounds awesome!!" He said as he watched the boy lie down in his bed. Then he began asking questions about his quirk. "Yea they grow back. Only takes about a day or two." He said as he touched his teeth. "And I can bite pretty hard, I haven't tested on too many things. I only really rest on things I wouldn't mind eating" He laughed a little, before covering his mouth again. He lay over the edge of the bed so that he could look at the boy below him. "But the hardest thing I have bitten was a coconut. That was pretty easy though, so I could probably do a lot more." He had finally relaxed when another man entered the room. His presence startled Dante, causing him to almost fall off his bunk. He managed to catch himself before he fell, but the man didn't seem to want to introduce himself. He walked out shortly after as well. "Huh, that was weird" He muttered to himself in English. The bell suddenly rang and Dante jumped a little. He quickly grabbed his stuff before turning to his roommate.

"I'm gonna head on ahead, see you in class Lazarus" He said with a wave. He soon arrived to the classroom. After entering, he noticed that there were people of all sorts in his class. He saw one girl that looked like she had scars on her face. There was another that had wings. She seemed to be an animal mutation like he was. He couldn't help but stare at her wings as he walked past. "Wings are so cool" He muttered in English as he walked past her. He quickly took a seat in the classroom, waiting excitedly for their teacher to arrive. All of a sudden a man appeared in the classroom. He appeared to be a teacher, and offered a bow.

After a short lecture on rules, it appeared as though they were going to do some kind of outside exercise today. Dante excitedly got up and began following the group. As he was walking he began looking at the other members of his class. There was the guy from before that made a bit of a scene in front of the professor, he scared him. There was the girl with scars, she scared him. In fact, most of these guys scared him. The gravity of the situation finally reached him, he was surrounded by people who were stronger than him. People who could do amazing things while he was going to be left in the dust. But as he was walking he noticed an odd sound. It sounded like music, but everyone had left their devices at the room. He looked around to see that the girl from before, the one with wings, she had a set of headphones around her neck. He suddenly saw an opportunity. He had read that common interests are the best way to form good friendships, and music was his big thing!

"H-Hello" He said as he walked quicker to catch up to the girl. "M-My name is Dante. I noticed you were an animal mutation" He smiled nice and wide and pointed to his teeth. "Me too, I got a little shark blood in me" He said with a nervous giggle. There wasn't a lot of people that seemed to be mutations in this class, so he was happy that there was at least one that had a physical change too. That said, he was a little intimidated by the girl. She appeared to have tattoos on her face. Not that he didn't like tattoos, but it was something he hadn't really seen before. But he decided to mention the reason he had walked over. "Oh, I also saw your headphones." He said as he pointed to them. "I-I love music too. What's your favourite kind?" He tried his best to smile without showing too much of his teeth. He figured if anyone knew what that was like, it might be her, but he was still a little weary.

[User]
(I did what I could gonna knock out meow)
The bus jostled forward after it picked up the remainder of passengers and parted from the stop rejoin the flows of traffic. Among the headcount were generic, borderline identically white collar businessmen and women, newspapers and phones practically glued to their hands displaying how poorly the one yen coin was doing. There were also your average folk, average trade workers, average children... in general, the layout was quite, surprisingly enough, average. Save for one denizen on this voyage for however many stops he needed to traverse. This boy was anything but nondescript. It wasn't that he looked out of the ordinary. In fact, he was a member of the Japanese teenage populace whose hair was somehow naturally different from the norm, kinda like the stuff you only find in manga or with trope-bound anime characters. But this is real life, so genes was obviously to blame here rather than a narrow cerulean palette.


[System]
The Barman
Species: Human (?)
Age: He's not quite sure. Adult?

Appearance: The most average man, with the most forgettable face. He'll look fine no matter where he is in the universe (yes, even among the superintelligent shades of colours), and people who see him will think nothing of him. In fact, they'll completely forget his face as soon as they're gone. It's a quirk.

Personality: He's a good listener. That's literally all that he's good at. Somehow, everyone he talks to always have a sudden urge to spill their entire life story to him. He's nice, friendly, a good chap, and knows which questions to ask.

History: If you ask him, he'll tell you he's just an average barman, even if he's serving a bar in the oddest restaurant in the universe. However, if you tell him, perhaps gruffly, with irritation of unknown origin, that you want to talk to the manager, he'll smirk and tell you, completely deadpan, that he is the manager.

And he's right. The Restaurant is, we could say, his creation, if the result of a catastrophe can be called a creation. It costs him quite a lot: his identity, his previous place in the universe, his sense of time. Nowadays he doesn't mind it as much. There's always something new in the Restaurant, even if it's hard to tell what's new in the simple sense of the word.

How did you get here?: He's always been here, since the begining, whatever that beginning is.

Where you came from: He couldn't quite remember. There are humans, and they've taken to the stars. Technology is advanced and only going to advance further. Time-travelling is a known thing even though it's banned in most societies.

[User]
The Infamous nodded to his two girls and they walked away from him, to opposite sides of the restaurant, as if on guard. Meanwhile, the evil warlord himself walked into the bar, ignored the giant dragon-amoeba, and headed straight for Levi. He exchanged smirks with Abigail, the new author's ambassador, as he placed his hand on Levi's shoulder.

"Mr. Half-a-Jeans-Company!" chuckled the Irishman as he vigorously but good-humorously shook the fictional author, as if glad to see him. "It's been awhile, mate!"

Levi lowered his head in despair. "Not real, not real, not real..."

"D'ren," Abi said to him, offering him his plate of burritos.

"Oh, thanks, love," said The Infamous, whose first name was D'ren, and took the proffered plate.

The Infamous sat down on the other side of Levi and started eating. With his mouth full of bean and cheese and sour cream (for whomsoever does not put sour cream on their burritos are not truly human), D'ren turned to Levi and playfully smacked his arm.

"Oi!" he said, "Did you save the multiverse after I died or what?"

Levi gave him an incredulous look. "You remember that? What...?"

Abi answered for him, "Yeah, the WorldWeaver let him remember everything that ever happened to him before his current age, 28."

"Oh," stated Levi. "So he doesn't know that he turns good soon and helps save people with his nemesis, a hero."

"A hero!?" D'ren spat, throwing his fork down on the bar. "I would never!"

Levi smirked and took a bite of his own burrito. "Yeah, you'll see...mate."

Abigail snickered darkly. "The WorldWeaver is a meta master, is he not?"

Levi ignored her. He continued eating. Realizing she was being ignored, Abi scowled and turned to take a bite of her own burrito.

As if to explain, Abi told John, "The WorldWeaver has eaten bean and cheese burritos almost every day for the last ten or so years. So naturally, we love burritos too."

[Assistant]
The train came to an abrupt stop at the station, the sudden jolt waking Yylya who was sitting in one of it's seats. She became startled and confused, the only thought in her mind was that the train was about to leave! This was her stop for school! Yylya grabbed her bag and bolted out the door, just as the doors slammed shut behind her. She stood there for a while, breathless as the train started to depart.

That was when Yylya noticed that this was not her stop! She had got off one station too... Where was this station? Yylya didn't recognise it at all. Oh no! She must have caught the wrong line! Panicking, the girl looked around for the screens which said when the next train was coming. All of them were blank. There was no voice announcements and nor were there any other people standing around. The windows were closed and even the vending machine was turned off and empty.

"Where... am I?" she said the herself. "Hello? Can anybody help me?". There was no response. Yylya started to become worried. This felt like a dead town. What happened here? Did a nuclear bomb go off? Why would the train let her off here. Yylya looked towards the distance and there was no sight of the train. Her hands trembled a bit as she stepped towards the road outside, not finding anything. No vehicles, no guards, nothing.

All except for a building in the distance. She had an assignment due in today, so Yylya ran across the road and burst through the door. Not paying much heed to the other patrons, she rushed up to the bartender. "Excuse me, do you know where the nearest train station is? I have to go to school, but the one outside seems closed. Can you please tell me where I am?" asked the girl worriedly. Was class starting without her?

[User]
Religious people have, on the whole, probably started more wars in their efforts to bring peace and prosperity to all sentient beings than those sentient beings would've if left to their own devices. Some of them were of the opinion that the other bastards just wouldn't shut up and let them get on with spreading spreading the good word, but others saw the situation with a slightly more nuanced gaze and realized that if all the religious people could just agree on one god, which was provably better than all the others, then all these problems ought to go away.

 With that in mind, they set to work; they created a whole religion (scriptures and everything) based around the worship of an utterly omnipotent being who was so pure and innocent that they couldn't possibly bugger everything up like the others. With that (and the help of an old fashioned finite improbability drive combined with a damn good cup of tea), the religion of Perfectism (an irritating name that was unfortunately the best they could get that wasn't already copyrighted) was born, along with its Goddess, Sen.

 There was a problem, however. They hadn't quite accounted for what someone would need to be for them to be so utterly innocent like they had asked for, and it was to their extreme annoyance that when Sen finally appeared on the nice alter they had made for her, she was a little girl of about six years old, and she would stay that way, because they had been very clear that their god was an eternal one, damnit, none of this "Dead but dreaming," bullshit.

 An omnipotent little girl was not really something anyone wanted; sure, she wasn't vindictive or cruel, but she really wasn't cut out for the job. Worse, all her followers had to obey her orders (a fact that one of the scripture writers got fired over) so they couldn't really do too much to fix it. They sort of just had to guide her and go along with her ideas. When, for example, she was in a meeting with another god who mentioned the end of the universe, and somebody else mentioned that he had once had a damn good lunch there, she absolutely insisted on going to see it.

 So, here she is, at Milliways. She doesn't look strange per say, she's wearing a comfortable robe (one of the best things the Greek gods invented, in her opinion) and has her hair long and intricately braided (which she hates, but her advisers insist is only proper; In reality, it's just so she'll at least somewhat match their branding). The only strange things, really, are the two guards flanking her, dressed in holy garb that rather clashes with the laser pistols they've got strapped to them. They're more there to keep her from screwing anything up, honestly, though an assassin could, in theory, simply shoot her and put an end to the whole church. Goddess she may be, but her body is still that of a child.

[Assistant]
Sandra was asking for a refill on her cup of coffee. Wait, Sandra? She didn't look like a Sandra anymore; she didn't look like on before, but now even more so with that indifferent look on her eyes. John decided not to bother too much with the details and just poured her another coffee. "Here you go, Ma'am."

The diminutive dwarf covered in piles of fabric was asking for Octornapie. Octornapie. Octornapie. He pulled out his Guide from under the bar: a thin sheet of plastic with the knowledge of the worlds in it (along with small friendly letter on its side which for some reason says "ON'T PANI". It's slightly smudged). He scrolled through the screen. Octornapie. Octopipie? He remembered some squid-headed water god buying that to make fun of a linguist. No, that can't be it. Octornapie. Ah, here it is. A pie made of a specific variation of octopus.

John touched some buttons and went to the microphone at the back wall. "Hey. Someone ordered an Octornapie. I just sent the details. Get Ryan on the temporal drive to get the ingredients, alright?" John paused and glanced at his customer. They seemed completely famished. He went back to the mic. "Actually just get the pie there and bring it with you, just so- oh, ok. That was fast."

A door slid open on the wall, revealing a freshly-made octonarpie. John took it gingerly and served it to the fabric-clad dwarf. "Here you go. I hope it's to your liking."

John took a glance at the other customers. Levi was chatting, rather unhappily, with Mr. Trouble and his entourage. No problems yet on that front. And on the front door-

A teenage girl burst in.

"Train station? Ah, err." John blinked. Yet another person who only vaguely looked like someone who looked exactly like them. The new girl was the splitting image of Levi's previous companion, Yylya, but with wildly different temperament. "There's no train stations here, girl. This is the Restaurant at the End of the Universe." He pointed to the sign above his head.

And after that, from the front door, came a little robed girl flanked by guards. "Welcome to the Restaurant!" John waved merrily at at the newcomers. The Restaurant was getting some very interesting customers one after another.

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Just arrived:
- An omnipotent little girl, flanked by guards. All in holy robes.

People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, having her fries and hot dog.
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, perpetually drunk.

Chatting with each other:
- Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, sulking.
- Abigail, an Author's Ambassador, also an angry woman in a dress.
- The Infamous, flanked by scantily-armoured drow and vampire.

Ordering something to eat and drink
- Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry.
- The Authoress, a teenage girl who previously introduced herself as "Sandra"

In a corner:
- Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, a bit tense.

Not seated:
- A teenage elven girl (Yylya)

Other Staff
- Robin, a human waitress, currently behind the bar.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Bugbear
Class: Barbarian
Level: 2
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: See persona section of the linked character sheet.

Backstory: In the middle of a grassy field stands a large rock. This rock is known to the locals as the Snoring Stone, a name it gained after people began to hear loud snoring with no discernible source when passing the rock sometimes. People were unsure of what to make of this weird phenomenon until someone made too much noise near the rock and the snoring turned to angry yelling. After that, people became convinced that a spirit had made its home in the rock and began leaving it offerings of food, drink, gold, and other kinds of gifts, hoping that this appeasement would calm the spirit and dissuade it from following through on the threats it had made to those who disturbed its slumber. These offerings pleased the spirit enough that it forgave the disturbance, on the condition that the offerings continued.

With the arrangement made, things returned to normal for a time. The Spirit Of The Snoring Stone rested peacefully in its rocky home and the locals regularly brought it offerings to keep it that way. Eventually, a brave and desperate carpenter decided to wake the Spirit again. Before the Spirit could begin angrily making threats though, the carpenter begged the Spirit's help with a problem no one else could help him with. Upon learning that the carpenter had brought a much grander offering that usual to convince it to help, the Spirit eagerly agreed. The very next morning, the carpenter awoke to find the solution to his problems awaiting him on his dining table. Overjoyed by the end of his woes, the carpenter told others of what had happened.

After that, many other locals came to petition the Spirit Of The Snoring Stone for its aid. A shepherd who had lost some of his sheep would find them tied to a post the morning after visiting the Stone. A fisherman whose usual spot had dried up found a map to a pond full of much tastier fish nailed to his door after asking the Spirit for help. And when an angry mob asked for help in tracking down a murderer, they found the murderer's corpse an hour later, clubbed to death and beheaded.

One day, a farmer arrived at the Snoring Stone out of breath and in a state of panic. His house had caught fire, no one could put it out, and his family was trapped inside. He offered everything he had in exchange for his family's safety. "Go 'ome an' wait." The Spirit said. "I'll do the rest." And so the farmer hurried home to where his wife, children, and elderly parents were still trapped and prayed to the Gods as he waited for the Spirit to come. Suddenly, the door burst open and the farmer's parents rushed from the house just before the fire blocked the way. Then, each window in the house smashed open, allowing one of the farmer's children to climb out of each one before the flames blocked those exits too. With no way out left, the farmer, his family, and the assembled crowd watched the burning house as they wondered how the spirit would rescue the farmer's wife. Their answer came when one of the house's walls gave way and the farmer's wife emerged from the hole... cradled in the arms of an enormous bugbear.

The bugbear, who went by the name of Brutrumukk, revealed himself to be the so called Spirit Of The Snoring Stone, having played along with their beliefs to sponge off the offerings the locals had brought to the Snoring Stone, which he explained had a hollow interior and a secret entrance. Remembering all that the 'Spirit' had done for them, the locals refrained from driving the hulking goblinoid away and decided to let their current arrangement stand due to how helpful Brutrumukk had proven himself, even if the black-hearted bugbear had only helped for personal gain.

A year after settling in the Snoring Stone, Brutrumukk was rudely awoken one day by the sound of a certain multiversal carnival being set up right next to his home.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

Day Count: 2 (349)
Kill Count: 1
Most Kills in a Dungeon: 1
Most Kills in an Encounter: 1
Most Kills in a Round: 1

[User]
Brutrumukk

After he finished speaking, Brutrumukk became somewhat lost in thought for a time. Only recovering when he realized that Aurora had asked him about the best gift he'd ever received. "The best gift I ever got?" Brutrumukk said. "I got that a long time ago. So far back that gettin' it's actually the earliest memory I can think of. When I was about three years old, me mum an' me dad were part of an 'ost. Only it weren't doin' so good as it used to be, so me mum an' me dad decided to get a bunch of other bugbears together an' lop off some 'obgoblin 'eads. I don't remember much of 'ow it went, but I do still remember seein' me dad club the 'ost's warlord to death at the end. After he chopped the 'ead off, 'e let me play with it whenever it weren't on a spike. It was me favorite toy fer a long time." Brutrumukk then looked contemplative for a moment before speaking again.

"There are two other gift memories I can think of." Brutrumukk added. "They ain't the best gifts what I ever got, but since we are where we are, I feel like it'd be fittin' to tell you lot about 'em." Brutrumukk took a moment to eat some pie before continuing. "Me mum knew 'ow to tame axe beaks, so me gang always 'ad a few o' those birds around. When I was eight, an axe beak chick took a likin' to me, I called 'im Chopper an' we were never too far from each other after that. Then one day, the little bugger wandered off while I wasn't lookin'. I went off to look fer 'im, but I 'ad no luck even after hours o' searchin'. Just as I was about to give up, this woman with white 'air, white clothes, an' a weird chicken foot tattoo under 'er eye appeared out o' nowhere." Brutrumukk paused then for another bite of pie before pressing on. "She asked be why I was lookin' so bothered. When I told 'er why, this weird smile appeared on 'er face an' she told me she could 'elp. When I agreed to let 'er, she used this magic whistle an' before you know it, Chopper came runnin' out the bushes like 'e'd never even left. When I looked back to ask the weird woman who she was an' why she 'elped me, I found that she'd vanished as suddenly as she arrived."

Brutrumukk took a moment to finish the rest of his pie then before recounting his second story. "After that, things when back to normal fer about three years." The bugbear continued. "Then a bunch of adventurers came along an' killed most o' me gang. When they found me though, they got all weird with each other about me bein' a kid. 'No we can't kill 'im! 'E's a child! It's wrong!' One o' them said. 'That ain't no child, that's a monster. You really think it'd 'esitate like this if our roles were reversed' Another said. I managed to sneak away while they were yammerin' on. As I escaped, I ran into that weird woman again. She 'elped me get away from the adventurers and led me to a big rock. She used magic to 'ollow it out, give it a secret entrance, an' make it a nice place to live in. This time, I managed to ask who the woman was an' why she 'elped me. She said that she was a Fairy Godmother an' then told me 'bout the Rule o' Recipe City. Then she vanished into thin air."

With his stories done, Brutrumukk looked back at Aurora. "So what about you?" Brutrumukk asked. "What was the best thing you ever got."

[Assistant]
Aurora

Rory pulled a small worn leather bundle from her pack and set it on the table. "To answer your question Brut. These were probably the best thing I was ever given. My brother Alex gave them me when I was about fifteen." As she spoke she unrolled the bundle to reveal several lock picks, tension bars, a small mirror mounted on a handle, a file, pliers, and pair of scissors with narrow blades. A few of the picks look as though they have been bent or twisted some, while others look as though they were newer.
"I suppose more importantly he taught me how to use them. It helped when I needed to get out of the stuffy confines of the house. More than once I had been locked in my room until I could be more lady like." Rory picked up one of the picks looking over it carefully. It was one of the picks she had used to open the side door to the estate grounds that she and Xander left their home through. It had served her well that night and on a few odd jobs. There was a small split in the metal where it had twisted to far. She was honestly surprised that it had lasted as long as it had. Placing it back in the bundle, Rory realized she had gotten lost in the memory of the night she left home. She forced a half smile before resuming her tale after realizing that it probably sounded like a bad situation."Fortunately that provided lots of practice in opening locks. I'm not entirely sure my father and mother figured out I kept getting out. They even went so far as changing the locks on the door and windows at least multiple times in several months before resigning to the fact I would still find a way out." The smile slowly faded as the elf told her tale. "Anyway, who else wants to share what the greatest thing they got?" Aurora asked in an attempt to divert the conversation away from herself.

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G A B R I E L
Stripped down to his breeches, the half-elf sat at the edge of the wood tub in a room with one small circular mirror listening to the muffled sound of conversation below as he absent-mindedly drew a bath.

The water was somewhat lukewarm, though it was cleaner than the muddy swill in the swamp outside the tavern walls, his thoughts wandered to the day he had before and the things he was most grateful for. His gaze swiveled to where his shirt hung, a small tug pulled at his lips as he cringed slightly remembering that his companion had kindly cast a spell to clean him up. Gabriel shook his head, muttering a few words and with a flick of his wrist steam wafted from the tub, the water much warmer than it was.

He was not going to live it down were his allies to learn that in his rabid lunacy he forgot that he himself was capable of using such a parlor trick, with a sigh the bard peeled off his breeches and threw them aside in an unceremonious heap, stepping into the tub and settling in to the tub slowly til the water rose slightly.

His thoughts wandered to what he most cherished in the days past, both chuckling to himself remembering how he lost the poetry contest against the gnome, and frowning as he recalled the few people that had joined them and left. One memory stuck out however that made him smile in the privacy of the bath, when Gabriel took part in the snail races with the elf. It wasn't really much to say it was a gift but afterward he enjoyed sharing a meal with the trueblooded lady.

And the bottle of liquor the minstrel had graciously gave him, that was the prize he had needed. Laughing, Gabriel recalled the song that the bugbear sang at the carnivals finale.

"Sing, let your heart soar! Sing forever!"
"Sad and so happy! Feelings flow over,"
"Now our world is full of all kinds o' colors!"
He hadn't joined in when the two had sang before, it was their song of course. However that song had stuck with him, and it was the greatest gift he had been given without either of the two knowing. Some keener ears might have heard the bard singing to himself quietly in the tub but he didn't care. He wiped a tear from the side of his eyes, and smiled.

[Assistant]
Hither
The Inn at the End of the Road

Upon being asked what the best gift she received was, Zavakri raised her left hand to show the ring finger, where a beautiful ring rested. She answered the group, "Cor! For me, it would be this," She seemed to not opt to explain why, but instead listened to the others answer the bugbear's question and Brutrumukk answer his own question.

The innkeeper seemed especially interested in Brutrumukk's words.

Out of all of the party, Aurora can hear Gabriel's singing from upstairs.

When there is a moment, the innkeeper spoke to Brutrumukk with a smile and a cheerful laugh, "Ahhh! So you're one of Lady Zybilna's godchildren!"

When she is met with confused looks and questions, she explains, "The woman you just described, young bugbear, was Lady Zybilna herself!"

[User]
Jub the Peculiar

Jub had been finishing his meal in embarrassed silence, when the innkeeper spoke up. While he had shown some curiosity towards Brutrumukk's story, he hadn't commented. After all, weird and unexplained things happened all over Faerun. If Jub could find a spellbook in the garbage and something like the Witchlight Carnival existed, then why couldn't Brutrumukk have some fairy godmother looking out for him? It was only when the innkeeper identified the woman as Zybilna that Jub suddenly spat out the mouthful of food he had been eating and had to take a moment to recover.

"Excuse me," he said after a minute or so of spluttering. "What did you just say?!"

[Assistant]
"Ahhh! So you're one of Lady Zybilna's godchildren!" Tsu exclaimed with a smile and a cheerful laugh.

"Zip-Ill-Nah?" Brutrumukk asked with a confused expression.

"The woman you just described, young bugbear, was Lady Zybilna herself!" Tsu explained.

"Excuse me," Jub spluttered after spit taking in surprise. "What did you just say?!"

"She just said that the woman what I was talkin' about is actually Zip-Ill-Nah 'erself" Brutrumukk repeated patiently. "Try to keep up, booyagh."


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 21
Allegiance: Neutral
History (Optional): Alex was born to a low income family, one of several siblings. Living like that, he always dreamed of getting ahead, rising above where he was to a better place as many youth might do. Yet while his siblings went on to respectable industries and jobs, his own rebellious streak caused him to fall into a life of crime. He hung out with the wrong sort of people, joined a gang, and in the course of that he met Derek Carrena.

Derek trained him, gave him the tools of the trade that he would need. Alex grew away from his family. He began stealing, small items at first, but rapidly growing. It began to become something of a draw, and he enjoyed the thrill and the challenge of it. This eventually resulted in him stealing a tome, which he soon realized and began to experiment with.

Over time though he and Derek grew apart, until one day Derek was caught. Alex carried on, his dreams carrying him higher. He knew what he would do now, and he would accomplish it. So he came to the Academy, to learn how to use his tome, and then to effect a daring heist, right under the nose off the Imperium! Such a thing would secure his place in the public consciousness, and his place and history. So now he bides his time, as he waits for the right opportunity to strike.

Personality: Beneath the indifferent exterior, Alex sports a keen intelligence, honed by years of his current occupation. He is always on the look out for number one, though he is able to set such concerns aside in the short term. When on the job he tends to be something of a showboat, falling into the vein of those 'master thieves' as he likes to imagine it. A romantic notion, to be sure, but he does his best to live it out. It need not be said that he has no regrets over stealing, though he does have standards that he likes to hold himself to. Averse to fighting, but he'll do it if he has to.

Tome (Color and Abilities): The tome he has is green, bound in corners of leather and fabric, set in diagonals with a background of green beyond that. the pages are thin, but surprisingly sturdy and tough. Upon activation it shapes into dual escrima sticks, green and inlaid with runes and patterns. When activated, it gives him the ability to create solid air, allowing him to shape it into different forms, for use as a weapon or a tool. The farther away it is from him, the harder it is to maintain, and the larger it is, the harder it is to manipulate.
Other: Gentleman Thief is a go!
Theme:

[User]
God's Shattering

"So... that's it..." Yggdrasil walked down the same corridor he came from, picking his tome on the way, and entered the elevator which was the fastest access to this point in the tower. He had perfect knowledge of all that happened inside his base of operations and, no matter where Meihou's final destination was, he would get there, if not first, at least about the same time.

Even without the Relic powering his might, Yggdrasil would still prove to be a formidable —but not unbeatable— foe. Maybe, if Titania happened to meet with her companion, it was possible for them to take him down? One could only hope so.

"Uh!? What's th-" Eleonor was taken by surprise when the very waters that carried the filth and rot of the Imperium's crown jewel attacked her. Without time to react, she was dragged away and encased in the blob of jelly-like sludge. If that wasn't bad enough, the being's acidic fluids began to slowly corrode Eleonor's vestments, while unwittingly helping to stanch the bleeding by burning her wounds. A blessing born of a curse, perhaps? Well, no matter what Eleonor was powerless to detain her fate, given that her attackers, lack both blood to be manipulated and substance to be cut. The only thing she could hope for is that the others could save her, before the worse came into being.

"Ghh... what did- Sis! Sis!" Linea was the first of the Twins to regain consciousness and, just after doing so, she noticed Siena, uncoscious beside her. Ignoring, or if need be, fighting, the grip of Tori's cloak, the Youngest of the Aquarian twins, approached her sister frantically, ignoring everything else around her. Linea hesitated in touching Siena for a moment, fearing that she could trigger, or worsen, any unseen wounds. It wasn't until her sister coughed hard and groaned in pain as well that Linea pounced on her, hugging Siena while crying profusely, of relief.

"Li-Linea? What happened?"

"I-I don't know, Sis! One moment we were escaping with Alex and Tori and then... the cathedral... fire... and everything turned black. I... I..."

"There... there, Linea. Everything is fine now we are... argh!" Neither of the Twins had noticed until Siena felt a sharp sting of pain run through her, and her whole body surge with a strange power but The eldest Aquarian had changed a lot thanks to Nebula's intervention. A power that Siena never had before coursed through her body.

Even so, Linea and Siena were largely unaware of their surroundings. At least until the hubbub with the slime dragging Asgard away, which made them turn to the tunnel behind them. "Hey, Tori!? You are there? What happened and who are these people? I swear I heard the voice of Lady Asgard a moment ago... By the way, where is Alex? I just remembered him running away in another direction on the last minute. Did he betray us and left us for dead, after all we did to help him? That... that rat, all he wanted was t steal the Relic, wasn't it?" Siena tightened her previously destroyed hand in a fist, while baring her teeth.

That coward. How could Alex just abandon them like that after they not only gave him a job but also saved his life and helped him to the best of their skills? Just the thought of it made Siena's feel like throwing up with disgust. But, that was a concern for later. Now, they had to get out of this place, finding the Blue Relic again could be left for later.

Back on Rivenwood, the good news brought by Fei's sudden recovery —assisted by Si's magic— were soon going to be rendered less important in face of the most recent developments that ensued in the fight between the native fey and Tegonay's warband.

Thud!

With a dry and sharp sound, like the strings of a grand piano snapping, came the proclamation of the end of the fight, as the black knight finally claimed the life of his foe, with a decapitation swing, after long minutes tiring out the fey prince in a war of attrition. With the death of their leader, and the surge of inspiration brought by the Yellow Relic's golden shine, the remainder of the fey forces began to retreat to the depths of the woods, while under heavy fire from Tegonay's men.

It was not a battle anymore, but merely, a one-sided slaughter. Genocide.

If Jessi, Fey and Chen planned to intervene directly, somehow, there was no time better than now. The Black Knight was left standing alone and unguarded, moving to retrieve the Relic. Once he did, God knows how powerful he would become?

Lastly, but not least, came the intense confrontation between one Jester of the Court and a humble —but not really so humble— cat fairy, very much likely, the last of her kind in the present world. Both of them knowing full well the true secret of Si's real identity as the one and only Librarian, it was of no use to the cat girl to try and fake it. Not before him.

"This world... is not your science project, guh! If you want to... put us through hardship... you can... expect that we will fight back, guh!" Came Si's reply, it had a particularly inflamed tone that, while noticeable by few, laid bare Si's true motivation for her millennia long struggle.

"Just because... you have ultimate power... doesn't mean that... you can... use people in your devices... like pieces in a chess game, guh!"

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, @BlueAjah, @TheWindel, @The 42nd Gecko,@McFazzer , @Awesomoman64, @Lonewolf685, @Flamelord.

[Assistant]
Jessi

After many of the mercenaries tried to best him, Jessi now stood in the center of a small circle of bodies that was still being added too when Fei finally came to join the fight.

"Hey, you're looking much better." he remarked pulling his spear from his latest kill. "Erm, not that you didn't look good before, you looked great." he ducked an incoming crossbow bolt before continuing. "I mean I didn't enjoying seeing you like that. Poisoned I mean not what was happening just barely." Jumping out of the way of a soldier trying to bisect him Jessi quickly countered with a spear to the man's heart. "Not saying I liked that either. Watching I mean not the act itself. Not implying that you and I… You know what I'm just gonna shut up now. The important thing is you're up and going… After being poisoned I mean not after… Oh god someone shoot me."
Just then another bolt came his way which he caught despite his previous statement. He was never good at these things. Truth be told he never really dated anyone before. He had spent nearly all his youth training and very little socializing. Now here he was trying to give Fei a simple compliment and making an absolute fool of himself. Oh he wished there was something to distract from this embarrassing moment.

Much like the timing of the crossbow bolt, the second Jessi hoped the moment would end a distinct thud sounded. His eyes were drawn to the sight of Tegonay standing above the now dead elf. The fey forces almost simultaneously began a full retreat with Tegonay's forces in pursuit. Jessi immediately saw an opening. With the fey running and the soldiers after them, no one would try to stop them from getting to the black knight himself.

Without another traumatizing word to Fei, Jessi broke into a full sprint ready to hit Tegonay with a surprise attack, only to catch a faint glint of yellow shining from the dead elf's body. The Relic. Once he had that there would be no way to stop him. Jessi had to act quick. Using his momentum he launched his spear at Tegonay's hand hoping to pin it to the ground. Following through he slid between the trapped knight and dead elf swiping the Relic just from under his nose. Without another thought Jessi called to Fei before throwing her the Relic keeping it out of Tegonay's reach.

"You know, I was a little upset at first when I found out you hadn't died falling down that bottomless pit. But standing here now I realize we never really got to finish our one on one." Jessi grabbed the weapon previously used by the elf leader, wanting to be ready in case Tegonay wouldn't have the courtesy of giving him his spear back. "So how about it? Wanna finish what we started in the desert?"

@floodtalon@KoL@TheWindel

[User]
Alex shrugged, not too intimidated by Stark being there but also aware of the fact that he had to tread carefully. This was too soon after his return to be a coincidence, and in that case he had the feeling that he had to keep the Relic secret if he could. The Imperator might want it, but this wasn't exactly a good way to convince him that he should give it over to them. Well, he just wasn't inclined to.

"Sorry, it's been a long day," he explained in a tone that was all too truthful for his liking. "Besides, I wasn't sure how you wanted to be referred to so I figured I should get that out of the way first." That part was only a bit true, and he moved past that to focus on what was happening.

With that said he took a step back, revealing more of his apartment as he gave a beckoning wave. "Please, come on in. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have." He was confident enough in his abilities to make up something that would seem credible without an in depth check, which would give him the time he needed. If worst came to worst he could always make a run for it again. But for now he waited to see how far the Enforcer was willing to go with this.


[System]
Appearance

Gwendolyn Historia Gospel
Female|17|Isenbergan|A-Rank

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Nickname

Gwen

Guild

Fenixtear

Guildmark

Lower Middleback, Blue

Ice Breaker

Gwen is the older sister of Ria, both of them originate from Isenberg.

Personality

Contrary to the courteous Astoria, Gwen is cold and brash. She's ambitious and prideful,quick to throw insults and sarcastic one liners to psychologically discourage her enemies. Gwen is keen to detail and while she yaps a lot, she's well meaning and realistic in approach than fluff and sugar coat. Due to her sharp tongue, people often forget that she's competent,hence, she takes them by surprise.

Competencies

• Hardworking
• Strategic Team Player
• Tough Love
• Stealth
• Dual Broadswords

Incompetencies

• Anger Management Issues
• Workaholic
• Perfectionist
• Stealth, the escaping part
• Vengeful

Equipment

Ice Devil's Cold Air— Enchanted Slayer Factor Dual Broadswords

Magic

Dry Ice Bomb(干氷爆;Kanhyōbaku)
Gwen dons an explosive, colder and destructive Ice Magic that especially reacts to heat: Dry Ice. This grants her propulsive maneuvers that are far reaching — dry ice explosion covering a wide area of effect which can be extremely loud. The drawback of Gwen's magic is the lack of physical conditioning, without it, her body will be unable to withstand the force she emit behind the dry ice. While resistant to fire magic, potent fire magic and spells can melt dry ice.

Ice Devil Slayer Magic
Requip—only for clothes.

Slayer Spells

Ice Devil's Rage
Ice Devil's Zeroth Spider — Gwen ignites condensed omnidirectional cold beams from her fingers. She cuts and freezes steel and small buildings to cinders, even tornado twisters into bits. This spell consumes hefty amounts of magic power to maintain.

Ice Devil's Zeroth Contract — A Unison Raid that lets Gwen share demon slaying attributes with those she partners with. This also means that the effectivity of her slaying is weakened due to sharing. It takes a huge magic power cost to maintain this spell.

Dry Ice Spells

Dry Ice Bomb Propulsion — Gwen emits a jet propulsion of dry ice from her hands and feet for mobility purposes, propelling her forward. She can do control the direction trajectory she's heading to.

Dry Ice Bomb Heavenly Piercing Ice Wall — Gwen's preferred fighting method is to freeze everything around her with multiple geysers, as this is dry ice, it explodes upon release; spreading in a far reaching area, leaving chunky trails of ice.

Dry Ice Bomb Rampart — Gwen creates a massive wall of dry ice, any contact with the defense, explodes.

Dry Ice Bomb Flashbang — A literal cold flashbang.

Dry Ice Bomb Wave — Simultaneous waves of dry ice bomb explosions that covers a wider area big time. It's dangerous as it got Gwen the moniker of property damage. This is a more potent version of her ice wall.

Extras

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Age

18

Mage Rank

B Rank

Magic

Winter Dress

Description
Giselle is one of the survivors of the demon torn Exorcist Gospel household and a practitioner of Ice Magic. Attending Era University, Giselle serves as the Secretary of the Student Council and coldly disciplines troublemakers and those who trespasses the school's premises. As a Gospel — Giselle has a high moral compass, she goes beyond service to better set expectations and servitude.

Giselle is a reserved individual, she's fair to judge though critically, fair to make decisions with a sound mind and abhors evil. She's detached to the nonsensical norms of teenhood and a very goal oriented person: her ambition is to find the survivors of her clan. Giselle was born under the Kaiser family of the branch Gospel household and was later absorbed by the main family for her unique Ice Caster Magic invention, Winter Dress. Among the household, Giselle was one of the children that had candidacy for inheriting the heirloom Ice Devil Slayer magic, which would make one Chief of the household. Unfortunately, Giselle declined the offer and would rather follow her educational pursuit and reunite with a friend who left the household a year before the massacre.

Anything about the Gospel massacre, Giselle tries as hard to bury the past though it would be nice if there's someone who can bring her family to justice.

She's in the same class as Leon Aldehart and often serves the class as interim Homeroom Representative. Giselle ironically treats her classmates with bias, as she gives them advanced notes about their magic lessons, albeit chill and lenient compared to their actual representative. To her credit, she's successfully made her class one of the best class since First Year.

While Giselle has the potential to join a guild, she'd rather serve Era.

[User]
Enishi@Sho Minazuki@Spectral@Sanguine Rose

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In terms of everything, Jessica was grateful to learn Reynard's name finally, after all the talking, but everyone has their way to do things. " Nice to meet you, Reynard." Jessica said with a kind tone in her voice. As such, she did notice Reynard staring at her sword, but he probably had some questions about it. However, Jessica heard the person who was excited to meet her sentient sword talk about the mystery reward. " Ah, yeah, that is pretty interesting and curious indeed." She spoke towards the one who was interested in her sword. Only when he looked directly towards her, and her sword was Jessica a bit interested in what he was going to say. She wondered what he would say to the sword. Additionally, what Reynard would talk about her sword would be interesting too. However, this wasn't really a point of contention to wonder about what he would ask. " Hmm... I do wonder what he wanted to say before starting this." Jessica thought with a bit of wanting to know but can wait for it.

The Sword's voice pierced the minds of Gwen, the interested one, Reynard, and Jessica's mind once again. It's so nice that someone would be so lovely only because of what the man had said. " Thank you for the interest, sir. Indeed, that is very interesting to be a guild with a Blacksmith, with Forge Magic. Yes, Jessica can show that off when there's some combat since the other magics involve that field." A beautiful young adult female's voice telepathically spoke to the four people in question, yet again. There was quite an interested tone to the blacksmith. The bluish silver glow got even brighter as if the sword was thinking about something else. As such, it already knew the names of the three individuals even before Jessica knew them. Basically an information type of advantage over Jessica, but Jessica wants to know everything for herself.

Jessica had a look of oh, so that's why he was interested in the sword, he's a blacksmith. She slightly giggled when he spoke about forgetting to introduce himself. " It is quite alright, Asher Lancaster. Everyone gets caught in the moment, even I sometimes." She spoke with a great understanding of that. It's always good to have someone that can repair gear or other stuff in a team. Jessica understands it is better to be prepared than not. " Alright, hopefully, it's going to be an excellent trip to the museum then." She spoke with a kind tone towards Asher.

The Sword's voice pierced the minds of all the four people in the group and had a slight giggle. " Jessica, the only time you get caught in the moment is when you are drinking or fighting… But it's time for us to go to the museum." A beautiful young adult female's voice telepathically spoke to the four people in question. It was always great to tease Jessica from time to time. The bluish silver glow got brighter still as if Tearsy was laughing slightly at Jessica somewhat.

Jessica sighed in slight annoyance when Tearsy teased her, but what she said was true. It was clear on her face, and she gets a bit annoyed when Tearsy does tease her. In terms, she was blushing a slight bit and had the look of please stop, Tearsy. As such, Jessica had somewhat facepalmed at being teased by Tearsy because what she said is true.

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Jessica was thrilled to be on the job in Fenixtear after her stupidity of quitting the Crimson Mare guild. However, she was staring at the client in the museum, and he looked interesting, and she smiled at him. " Hello Carver Mandrake. My name is Jessica Viola Tranzell of the Fenixtear Guild, with three of my guildmates. It's a pleasure to meet you. We came here for your job request." Jessica said, with a nice-looking smile on her face. She would allow the others in her party to introduce themselves to Carver, and she does have to keep up appearances for her family.

However, the Sky Tears Sword stayed quiet and didn't want to invade the mind of their requester for the job. The bluish silver glow was pulsing brighter to dimmer as if Tearsy was thinking about what it always does to Jessica. The sword wanted to embarrass Jessica pretty badly, nonetheless. However, it will wait for the perfect time to do so. At least they arrived at their destination without too much trouble.

[Assistant]
Tone

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The sudden arrival of Zenith, with Akemi in tow, got Tone's attention immediately. "Hey man, I was just walking here," he defended himself, opening his hands from his fists to put up a defensive posture. "Then this guy started it." The other mage grimaced, only sparing Zen a single glance. "Sorry but your friend Tone here just hit me in the face. My nose might even be broken! That is unforgivable!" With no further regards to the interruption he threw the fireball at Tone, the fire suddenly growing into a massive torrent that washed over Tone entirely in an instant. "Danse Inferno!"

There were several gasps from the crowd and many stepped even further back to avoid the wave of flames that had engulfed Tone, but the fire didn't spread any farther. Instead the inferno began shrinking, quickly catching the attention and confusion of the mage that cast the spell. "What!?" As the fire continued diminishing it soon became apparent what was happening. From within the depths of the flames everyone could now see Tone inhaling the fire around him like a vacuum. The mage was dumbfounded and just watched in awe as the flames were entirely consumed, leaving only singed marks on Tone's clothes as the only sign they were ever even there. Tone himself was completely, surprisingly, unharmed. "Look, now he's setting me on fire and stuff. He has it coming to him," Tone complained to Zen, motioning towards the mage. "Meteor Dragon's..." Tone dropped into a combat stance, not unlike one taken in karate, drawing his right hand back at his midsection and tightening his fist. "Wait, hold on!" The fire mage was already sweating in fear, taking a single step back as he brought his arms up in a defensive stance.

"Crashing Fist!" Jets of blue flames erupted from Tone's arms and legs, propelling him forward in the blink of an eye. The intensely focused flames made a pitched "scream" almost as he flew through the air just a few inches off the ground towards his target. And just as he reached striking distance the flame propelling his right arm increased in intensity and his fist blasted upwards in an uppercut, creating a resounding boom for everyone to hear as his fist broke the speed of sound. But despite the incredible speed in his almost instant gap close and attack, Tone's powerful uppercut only hit air. As he came to a halt and the flames on his body vanished, Tone looked down to see the mage was on his back on the ground unharmed. How did he... "Greetings." Standing next to the fallen mage was a young man with blonde hair and glasses. "My apologies for intervening but I realized your attack might have done considerable damage to my comrade."

"Ah, so you want a piece too?" Tone suggested, putting his fists back up in another stance. "Negative. You seem to have misunderstood me. I do not wish to fight you either, but we at Blue Pegasus pride ourselves on our fashion and our beauty. Had your attack connected you may have damaged some expensive clothing or caused scarring that would damage our reputation with our clients." At this point Tone was confused and his stance dropped slightly. He looked over to Zen, hoping perhaps that his guildmate might understand what was going on better than he did. "Uh... Alright then?" The newcomer reached down and held out a hand, helping his comrade back up to his feet. "Sorry, Jimmy. He hit me right in the nose." "It looks bad, but I don't think it's broken. We don't need to fight today." As the two began conversing Tone couldn't help but take a few steps away from the weird mages and stand next to Zen. "Do I just let them go?" he whispered to Zen, still unsure of whether he was still in a fight or not. He had a feeling the fight was over but it was so strange that he couldn't be certain.

And that guy must be insanely fast, he thought, keeping his eyes on Jimmy. He knocked the other guy out of the way in a split-second. I didn't even see him. After the two Blue Pegasus mages finished their conversation the elder one turned back to Tone and Zen one last time. "My sincere apologies for this event. Even for a guild that prides itself on its manners we, too, are imperfect beings and make mistakes from time to time." "Hell of a mistake." "And it will not happen again. I hope you can enjoy the rest of your day, sir." The two Blue Pegasus mages made their way back into the crowd, which itself soon began dispersing and going about its business like normal. After a moment of silence Tone looked over to Zen and Akemi. "Well anyways, I was looking for you earlier Zen but I decided to take a walk first," he began, completely casual as if the fight that just broke out never even happened. "I been thinking and if I'm ever gonna stand a chance at getting my brother back then I need to be duking it out with strong people to train rather than taking mellow jobs with little action. You wanna go a round sometime? Akemi can join in too, I wouldn't mind. The worse odds the better."

[User]
"Gwendolyn Historia Gospel. Prime Exorcist of the Gospel clan." She also introduced herself to their requestor.

His poor choice of words immediately irked Gwen assuming shady vibes. The room also didn't help along with the client's perceived scattered brain impression. The room reminded Gwen of Ria's room, which gave her some nostalgia. As much as she wanted to continue suspecting, she just let her OCD took her all the way over, stripped and dunked her clothes right in his face.

"Of course you wouldn't know you have an appointment...just look at how disorganized you are! Let's just get to the point before we call this off. Tell us what we need to know. "


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Parents: Kaia (deceased) and Levante Keigwan (MIA)
Powers:
*Illusions- Kassy's most versatile ability is that she can form illusions of all 5 senses. Sight and sound are the easiest for her, tactile illusions are a bit more difficult, and draining. Smell and taste are possible for Kassy, but she's not very good at them; mostly because those are quite subjective. Her illusions do not work on robots or electronic devices, and most of the time, animals won't be fooled by the sight/smell illusions.
*Mind control- She can invade the minds of others. How well it works depends on t he strength of that person's mind, how hard she's trying, and what level of control she's trying to induce. Theoretically, she could tell someone to stab themselves... but it would take a whole lot of power to override the mind's innate will to survive. IF Kassy could pull this off, she would likely pass out for days afterward due to the backlash. Kassy hates using this power in any form and uses it solely as a last resort.
*Aquatic form- Kassy has to sleep submerged in water, and has to drink constantly to properly maintain a bipedal form. If she gets dehydrated, she reverts back to what many would call a 'merperson'.
*Resistance - Kassy has a natural resistance, and in some cases, immunity to other mental attacks. Another illusionist will be ineffective, and another mind controller would have to be extremely powerful (and only focused on her) to defeat her.

Bio: Kassandra was born with a rare type of magic, one that had been systematically expunged from her race's DNA. Her grandfather could read minds. Her mother could speak to the dead. Kassy herself can cast illusions of all sorts, and can induce others to do her bidding. Her mother and father travelled the planet, never staying in one place for a long time. Her mother took work from those who didn't hate her power, and they lived this way until Kassy was about eight. Her mother's spirit was taken from her body during her work, and her body ceased to live. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Kassy grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader and a sociopath, and was determined to beat the magic out of her. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Kassy's only solace was in her cousin Leonce, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was her savior.

Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Kassy with him, she declined. Left on her own, Kassy honed her magic in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. All she had to do was make it five more years, and then she would be an adult in the eyes of the law.

Five years proved to be too long. After one particularly rough night, Kassy gathered what she had and left home, determined to find somewhere that she belonged. She swam on and on, only stopping permanently in the massive city of Atlantis. When browsing the market for food, she ran into - and stopped - a robbery attempt with quick use of her magic. She didn't have time to consider the consequences of using her magic in such a public space, and word spread like squid ink in clear water. Several guards appeared to take her to the palace, and Kassy was certain she was going to die in prison. Luckily for her, that was not the case. King Namor found her abilities quite interesting, and more than useful to his kingdom. That wasn't quite the case for all of his council, though, and to give himself time to convince them of Kassy's worth, he arranged for her schooling at the Academy.

Kassy has done a lot of reading about the surface world, but has never interacted directly until now. She's eager to learn everything she can about humans, metahumans, mutants, demigods, and whatever Deadpool is.

Appearance: White hair, orange eyes, cool dark skin, quite pudgy, about 5'7.

Extra:

Racial features
-Skin ranging from chalk white to deep blue black, as well as green and brown tones.
-Skin is very smooth, almost completely hairless, and always covered in a slight wetness. The hair that is present is always on the head and sometimes face, and almost impossible to see on hands.
-Eyes have various colors from all over the spectrum, but have wide pupils with a small ring of iris.
-Instead of legs, they have a long tailfin. Shapes range from what humans would call dolphinlike, to those of flowing tropical fish.

[User]
Kijani stepped out of the girl's bathroom, wiping her mouth on a paper towel. She had just skipped the first class of the year. Not a good start at all. It hadn't been her intention, but when she saw the doors to Power Development, an icy fear took hold of her and didn't let go. She'd spent most of the hour trying to keep hold of her breakfast. When that failed, she'd spent the rest of the time making sure there was no evidence of her... mistake.

Now that class was over, she had to get her act together. "I'm better. I'm stronger. I'm different."

Her fingers trailed on her cell phone in her pocket. She wanted to call Connor, but... fear was a nasty thing, wasn't it? Exhaling, she stared down at her schedule, even though she'd memorized it already.

[Assistant]
Power development was as Connor expected it for the first day. Less...eventful then his own first day, with only one battle, before Mimic seemed to freak out. So the class finished early, giving Connor time to look through the class, before sighing and leaving.

So it was that he was in the hall way when Kijani came out of the bathrooms. She didn't seem to have noticed that he was there. Which gave Connor a moment or two to figure out what to do.

Finally though, all he said was "Kijani"

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Kalinda rolled her eyes and disappeared out the classroom, finding her way to the roof easily enough, sitting on the edge to keep to herself. She didn't particularly want to be here anymore. it had taken her a good part of half a year to get here, and even longer to feel like she had any attachments, only to have them gone.

So she didn't particularly feel inclined to talk with anyone.

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Harry hadn't really done anything in the class, not that he was complaining. He didn't really wish to display his powers, but he had been interested in meeting Mimic. So far, it was a disappointment. Shifted his glasses into a more comfortable position, he pulled his hood down again, rising up, and hesitating, but figured with some time due to the class ending earlier then expected, he'd set up his dorm room.

[User] Deadact looked around and then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of playing cards and he went into into the combat course and he put the cards up his sleeves in a dispenser that shoots the card into his hand, he then inhales as he put his knives in his pouch and his mallet on his back and a pistol on his side, he then looked at the timer and pushed a button and went throughthe course using all his skills and abilities, and as a final bit he stood up and spun and threw a card and hit a target I between the eyes and panted as he looked at the timer and it read 00:16:30, he stomped his foot and grabbed everything he used and sighed. He was slower this time he was slow by 00:07:30

[Assistant] After waiting a few minutes for the teacher to return, Joespf asks no one in particular, "So what now?"

[User]
@Klyix@KatherinWinter

"Well Kat and I are pretty familiar with the place. Could give you the grand tour if you want...including one very special place I found last year." Kaden offered to the two younger students before looking at his cousin with a grin. "I think they would love to see a certain room in particular...I was meaning to tell you about it.." he revealed

[Assistant] Joseph nods, "That'd be helpful. I'm sure I'd learn where everything is if I'm taken on a tour than if I just have a map to look at." He turns to Roxy and asks, "Are you in?"

[User]
Kijani heard her name, and her head jerked up automatically. "...Connor." Her eyes were full of hope and fear in the same instant. She'd fallen out of contact with him over the break. She had tried to send him emails every day, while she traveled. It was a journey she'd taken alone, to erase what she'd been told she had to be, and discover who she really was. To be honest, she really wasn't sure that she'd done either of those things correctly. But- there was still time.

Hopefully.

"C-connor... I missed you." She started to approach him slowly, uncertain.

[Assistant] Roxy nodded. "Sure the more I get around the fast I will be able to memorize my way around the campus. Having someone who knows he place well will be very helpful." she grabbed her cane so she would be ready when they left.

[User]
One of the few reasons Connor had returned to the school was the chance to see Kijani again. She had gone through a lot, and Connor hadn't wanted to pressure her. The hope he saw made him that things would be okay. The fear made him worried.

But she started to approach him, and that made Connor relax slightly. Yet he noticed the uncertainly, and Connor wasn't sure if that was because she wasn't sure how he would react, or for something else.

He smiled slightly, hoping it was more reassuring then nervous. "I missed you too" he said, managing to keep his voice level.

[Assistant] "You keeping secrets from me? What's happened to you Kaden. I really hope this does not mean I have to become the heroic of the two of us, that would be so very selfish of you." She scolded, but all in jest. It seemed that most of the words she said were teasing and flippant. In regards to guiding the new students Kat was indifferent. While she failed to be enthused at the prospect of giving a tour it promised to wield knowledge, and knowledge was something Kat could always work with.

[User]
As Connor said he'd missed her, Kijani's steps lost their uncertainty. She all but ran to him, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him close. "Oh, Connor..." Her forehead rested in the hollow of his neck. Inhaling, she just breathed him in. He always smelled nice, though she wasn't particularly sure what that smell was. It was just... him. After realizing something, she blinked and looked up. "...did you get taller over the break?" She went a bit warm- she and Connor had been seeing eye to eye before. This was a nice development. "You look good." Better than good, but she wasn't going to make out with him in the middle of the hallway.

Well, maybe if he asked very nicely.

[Assistant]
Connor wrapped his arms around Kijani as she hugged him, relieved. He didn't particularly want to let her go, but they were in the middle of a hallway. He seemed a little surprised at the question. "Ah. Seems like it" He said, with amusement at the question. He smiled, "You look good, too" he said, wishing he could think of something else to say, but again, they were in the middle of a hallway.

"Should we move from the hallway?" He asked

[User] Ryan continued walking through the hallway when he saw Connor and Kijani. "Get a room." He muttered as he walked by them. He looked at his watch and smiled. Almost time for the next class.

[Assistant]
[@Caits@floodtalon

Kijani nodded, looking embarrassed. "Yeah, I suppose we should." She slipped her hand into his, and almost instantly she felt herself relax. She was home.

When Flood walked by and commented, she poked her tongue out at him. There was something quite childish in the gesture. "Don't be jealous. I'm sure there's a gorgeous girl that can put up with your level of... you. Somewhere out there."

[User]
Connor gripped her hand, and started to head out as Ryan walked passed them, Connor was just about to say something, opening his mouth to do so, when Kijani spoke up. He laughed, "Oh, that was perfect" He said, still chuckling. But Ryan checking the time had reminded Connor that they did still have class.

Still, there were areas in the school were they could have more privacy before class. He started to walk again

[Assistant] Ryan nodded at Kijani's response and had a rare genuine smile on his face. Glad to see she's lightened up a bit. He then began thinking about her comment. He frowned and continued walking to class. After a couple of minutes he stopped. "I think I'll take that as a challenge." Ryan said to no one but the voices in his head who would not shut up about how amazing @floodtalon was. His usual cocky grin came back up and he continued his walk.

[User] Dead act walking back inside and walked right passed his brother. All he did when he noticed his brother was glance up and kept walking. "why does he have to be the lucky one with a sane mother. You would think apart of dad seeped in or or something." Dead act shrugged "Because dad stole Harley from joker when he proved he was crazy than the crybaby prince of crime and easily kicked batman's ass all over Gotham." Dead act stopped and looked at himself in the mirror he knew the voices in his head were talking but what could he do. "Yeah, but hey look what they made, they got me, a awesome son and a crazy one at that"

[Assistant] Kijani walked with Connor, leaning gently against his shoulder. So what if they saw? She didn't care right now. "So, how was your summer? Did you discover antimatter or build a better mousetrap?" She giggled faintly, clearly in good spirits. "Or maybe you just learned to make food that doesn't require a microwave?"