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Age: Seventeen

Gender: Male

Race: Human

What Delta considers to be his primary weapon of choice, a logical decision made by an adolescent bred for marksmanship. Although the rifle has an official experimental name, for some reason beyond common knowledge,Forthright was haphazardly plastered onto its housing and stuck. Hailing from the technologically advanced kingdom, Atlas, it wouldn't take a genius to deduce that the weapon is of an equivalent prestige. With an overall length of fifty inches, the Forthright never fails to surprise people with its designation as an anti-material, considering its near-rifle size. The semi-automatic weapon is outfitted with a hydraulic piston to absorb recoil. Normally, one's shoulder would shatter from the kickback of more than a couple successive shots. But with this feature implemented, Delta can followup initial attacks. Sporting a high amount of stopping power, a rail for interchangeable optics, and an adaptive camouflage system, the Forthright is something Delta can heavily rely on. Its secondary mode isn't as glamorous as that of other weapons. The barrel merely collapses on itself, decreasing the length of the weapon to forty inches. This transition makes the rifle far more maneuverable in CQC, but taking the RPM into account, face to face brawls isn't something Delta seeks. As for melee combat... well, the stock is pretty sturdy. Delta prefers to utilize fire dust with Forthright.

Any sensible marksman knows that bearing a fallback weapon is an upstanding pretense, and by no means does Delta deviate from such an ethic. But to most, his choice of a secondary seems archaic in design and form. Yet as the policy deeply integrated in society goes; looks can be deceiving. The revolver ironically dubbed Peace by Delta when he actually felt like exercising a sense of humor is loaded with six rounds. The heavy hitting sidearm rises to the challenge when it shows off its flexibility with ammunition. What would usually entail a dual-mode system has been jampacked into one compact firing mechanism. Every cartridge is loaded with an individual projectile, surrounded by buckshot which fan out upon ejection for a wider area of effect. Even though Delta bears two of these revolvers, he only uses one at a time, since his physique doesn't meet the requirement to fire the sidearm without using both hands to manage the heavy recoil. Delta prefers to utilize ice dust, so he can temporarily freeze his adversaries and move into a more beneficial position.

"Sacrificing people to maintain peace seems unavoidable."

Specialty: Marksman - Delta is an adept warrior in the art of marksmanship. Although some merely write off the expertise as something as tactless as aiming at a target and pulling a trigger, the boy, and many others, would strongly disagree. It's a given that he excels in mid-to-long range combat, since his weapon can be applied as a sniper and a DMR, but he is capable of much more than just dropping an adversary from a distance. Due to his upbringing and redundant requirements of his combat role, he's effective when working in correlation with teammates. Providing overwatch or as a long arm of a group, Delta is as flexible as he is composed.

As the trend goes, a semblance is a reflection on an aspect of one's soul. Now Delta may not buy such a philosophical explanation, but he does agree that such abilities do correlate with their users. From past accounts, people used their semblances in an active manner, ensued at command. Unfortunately, this isn't the case for this individual. On the contrary, his is considered to be passive. Delta's semblance manifests into a physical entity, which is now considered a close companion he refers to as Eve. It's not an innovative abbreviation or something just as elaborate, the name is merely something he pulled off the top of his head. Eve operates as Delta's spotter, providing precise calculations and distance measurements, along with a slew of other applications. But when Eve and Delta are not leaning into a stock, the former takes on a more friendly and casual demeanor, and is undoubtedly the more social of the two.. As to why his semblance came into fruition in such a manner, it may be a reference to his natural cohesiveness with others, or a tongue and cheek pun to his antisocial personality.

Personality: To start off, the conclusion can already be made from his name that Delta's a soldier at heart. A militaristic and rather traditional upbringing has molded the spirit of what should have been a child with the entitled experience of youth into a more reticent, and considerably obedient soul. Raised in a household where he was taught to know the grooves of his weapon more than the palm of his own hand, the now seventeen year old doesn't have the priorities most people his age have. At a glance, Delta is an individual who keeps up a presentable stature. A blank expression and a reticent demeanor encompass the young marksman. If one was to briskly skim over his character, they wouldn't find much. It can be argued that Delta is almost charismatic, albeit he should be at the rear of any formation, people always end up converging behind that slim back of his. This may be because he always retains a calm manner, no matter how fubar a situation may seem.

On the other side of the coin, when it comes to social interactions, Delta is as fluent with his words as a boarbatusk is smart. Having been raised somewhat secluded from other children his age, he doesn't really know how to keep the embers of a conversation from going out. Eve usually does the talking for him, since it's a subconscious manifestation of his more talkative, which he is unable to evoke. Actually, whenever Delta isn't behind an optic, he can be quite an airhead. Almost ambivalent to what people would consider natural etiquette, it's as if he would be lost in a city without any form of escort. He may not be aware of it, but he is surprisingly conscious of others, and nonchalantly gives insight without a second thought.

Color: Ghost White

Sewn onto the left shoulder of his outfit. When people ask him why he chose such a design, the already formulated response is, "What goes around comes around."

Delta is somewhat average when it comes to height, keeping a composed figure standing at 5'9" that always seems to be at attention. When it comes to his taste in apparel, it's considered rather bland. He chooses to sport a grey shirt which only buttons at the navel, monotonous black jeans and combat boots, and whenever he is in a combat exercise, a slightly oversized hat with straps far exceeding his chin width. The only accessories he wears are goggles, gloves, and a small pouch for carrying Eve. Even though he bears a large rifle, his physique is considerably average, almost leaning towards the lanky side of the spectrum. His endurance makes up for the punch he lacks. After all, CQC isn't something he seeks. The tint of his hair complements his color scheme, a pigment only a tad lighter than grey. The only notable characteristic of his is the hue of his eyes, which are of an iconic slate.

Theme Song: FPS - Neru
Theme Song 2: Seasons Die One After Another - dj-Jo Remix
Theme Song 3: HOPE - Yuyoyuppe(Hanatan Cover)

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Jack Orpheus | Rooftops

"Haah? It was just some kid? Oh well...", was what he said, peeking out from the back and along some rooftops to get a first class viewing experience. It seems a few other students did too, Oswald he recognized as one of them, but he was careful to choose a position as to not be seen or noticed by them. Turned out to be a little strange this whole affair... Who was this kid even? Was that his semblance creating the noise? That's an awfully powerful semblance. In any case, Jack was quick to use this opportunity to skip class, and silently left the scene. The other students seemed to have this under control, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested. What was that kid even doing there first of all. How did he even get there? Why did no one notice him until now if he was the source of all that noise? Lots of questions, but he knew they wouldn't be answered immediately.

He silently left the scene and disappeared until the next class would start.

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Cobalt Chideta

"I'm trying aren't I! I'm not exactly experienced in carrying dying people you know!" Cobalt indeed did try to straighten the boy out as much as he could but it wasn't doing much good. He felt hurt by this girl's insinuations but now was not the time for crying. Cobalt handed the kid back to Professor Fullbuster as gently as he could and rushed to the doors. He opened the next set of doors after Oswald and motioned for Sapphire and Professor Fullbuster to hurry. He was being quite rude right now, but that didn't matter. This guy could die any second as far as they knew so etiquette was not at the top of his priority list. He realized Oswald had defended him and smiled a little. Maybe this team could work out after all.

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Beacon Tower - Changing Times

Delta had to be practically taken by the hand up the tower while he was lost in a daze, completely engulfed in the drastic change of scenery. He probably wouldn't have even moved his legs at the faculty member's incessant commands if the music wasn't the only thing bounding him to reality. Now his gaze have shifted from greenery to the intricate layout of clockwork above, rhythmically grinding gears and cogs to uphold a physical elucidation of time. Aside from that, the office seemed pretty generic in general. It was what to be expected of the sanctum of a renowned academy headmaster. Well, that was not entirely true. There was one more peculiar aspect of the office that Delta hadn't overlooked. It was the very headmaster himself. From books and personal accounts of fellow soldiers in their student life excursions, most people in his position were known to be uptight, pretentious, and held firm to their belief and theirs alone. But this man had a different aura surrounding him. There was the sense of tranquility looming around him, filling the air so that it may be breathed into the lungs of those around him.

His attire also deviated from stereotype, with a viridescent scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, an unzipped black suit, and shaded spectacles which seemed far too small to be usable. On top of that, he was tall. Very tall. He probably saw the world from a perspective nine inches higher than Delta. Ozpin briefly inspect the two before instructing them to collect their scrolls and then seek out their team leader, albeit the boy's ears nearly reverberated it as squad leader. The boy picked up his device in hand and instantly got into the motion of pecking at the screen. He already knew how such devices operated, so sifting through the academy's personal modifications was a synch. It was a bit of a challenge to hear him over the loud music, regardless of their current altitude. Though the way he finished his welcoming caused him to perk up.

"...it will be time to begin." Delta and Eve exchanged glances then stared at the headmaster at unison. The student Delta's side must have been his teammate, although he didn't get a good look of the individual's character, he would surely have a chance later on. "Hey, Delta. There's something I want to talk to you about. It's about the mus-" Just like that, the perpetual rhythm, much like that of the clockworks overhead, suddenly came to an abrupt end. The only noise that filled the room now was a choir of ticking.

The boy slowly slipped the scroll into his shirt's pocket and ambivalently paced his way over to the office's window, walking past the headmaster without the slightest of recognition. He stopped right before the massive pane of glass and gazed down at the landscape below. "Quite the view up here…" He noted in an absentminded tone, letting his eyes settle upon what seemed to be the source of the commotion. Quite the crowd of students had flocked to that side of the campus. Eve hoisted itself out of the pouch and leaped onto Delta's shoulder to get a better look. The familiar winced at what it saw, digging its face into the student's neck to obstruct its vision. This definitely wasn't an average day at an academy. Either that, or school life was more hectic than Delta had foreseen. "What did you see?" The boy nonchalantly asked. He could barely make out individual faces and features, all of them looked like ants from this height. What he could tell was that they were escorting something, or rather, somebody.

"It wasn't pretty, to say the least." Eve managed to eek out, finally raising its head from the groove in Delta's neck, "As I am sure you have already guessed, that was the source of the 'music'. I singled out the decibel frequency and traced it to the source. I tried to tell you about it, but we had already arrived here by the time I was done with processing." As the popular trend went, semblances were reflections of the soul. "A canary stripped of the right to sing…" Delta mumbled as he stepped away from the window and turned around to face the headmaster, giving the man of the highest authority his iconic deadpan expression, "I guess Grane and I have enrolled during times of change. We will meet your expectations, and surpass them by far, sir." He wasn't one to speak for others, but seeing as dire times were at their doorstep, a dash of wishful thinking didn't hurt.

Delta was about to gather his luggage and go out to search for their team leader, but as if on cue a student made a raucous entrance, panting uncontrollably with matted red hair hanging loosely. Eve was left dumbfounded at the sight, but as the student managed to force out some kind synopsis between breaths, the looks on the familiar's face only confirmed the statement. Delta took this chance to take out his scrolls and navigate his way to the team roster, where each of the member's profiles resided. He pressed a jutted fingertip at Robert's tab, which popped up what might as well have been a mugshot. Well, that made his job a lot easier. But introductions would have to be left for later. Delta walked over to his case and rolling bag and placed a grip on both of them, then motioned at the headmaster with a nod towards the door, "I believe you're needed, sir. We'll be right behind you."


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Species: Human
Unit: Alliance Intelligence attaché to the 6th Special Personal Security Detail
Location: [•]
Synopsis of Role: Intelligence, Counterintelligence, and Countersurveillance officer with years of experience with local planetary government intelligence agencies.

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"After performing our due diligence," Etain Leto, counterespionage specialist and the 6th Detail's lead intelligence officer, chimed in, "we've learned that the Rokarokatusawa serves a drink called the Rancor Shot, which may have enough alcohol in it to actually cause brain damage. We'd suggest a round of those after the meeting, not during." A few laughs went around the conference.

"In all seriousness," he said after a moment, "we've vetted both the contact and the meeting point. Ryella, if you could?"

At the sound of her name, the blue-skinned Twi'lek woman to Leto's left placed a holoprojector on the table. A nondescript human face flickered into blue existence. "Thank you. This is our contact. He's an officer with the Parcossis Valley Militia. They're disorganized, but they have a lot of blasters which makes this a good connection. He's got a good amount of influence among the PVM leadership, so this should be a productive conversation."

"Beyond that, the location itself is also good," Leto opined, tapping the holoprojector. The image switched over to a projection of a building, the bar. "Low profile bar, not too high end, not too low end, low traffic most times of day. Whatever the time of the meet, we can have a team on the ground three hours in advance to take care of our security protocols. All in all, this should be a milk run."

His presentation done, he tapped the holoprojector off and slid it back toward the Twi'lek. "Thank you, gentlemen," he said.

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"I'm not completely unfamiliar with similar militia groups. The first operation that I ever conducted dealt with the pacification of a local cell of Separatist sympathizers, and that was shortly before the start of the Clone Wars."

Senator Dona Ordo had listened in relative silence for the entirety of the presentation that had been given by his subordinates. He was dressed rather casually for the meeting, but that was purely by choice. After nearly half his life wearing uniforms, he was more than eager to have some level of control over what he could wear. Besides, he had every intention to immediately change into his Senate formalwear following the conclusion of the meeting. As for the rest of his outward appearance, his prematurely graying dark brown hair was well coiffed, framing a cleanly shaven handsome face. This was only obfuscated by a discoloration of his skin that went from his right cheek and travelled the length of the right side of his body. This had been the result of third-degree burns caused by an injury gained during the Clone Wars, and the discoloration was all that remained after spending a lengthy period of time in a bacta tank near the conclusion of the war.

"In my experience, these insurgents are far too skittish in the presence of the Empire, even if it's only a former Imperial officer that they have to contend with. My past isn't exactly a secret throughout most of the Outer Rim."

Once Dona had recovered from his wounds at the end of the Clone Wars, he had been placed in command of an Imperial strikeforce that was tasked with uprooting Separatist insurgent groups throughout the Outer Rim. Many labeled him as ruthless based on his draconian methods that were used to eradicate these terrorists, but he simply considered himself and his men to be efficient. Even to this day, there was nothing he would apologize for. A devastating galactic war had just taken place, and Dona had lost more friends than he would ever care to count. So, he was quite adamant to pacify the Outer Rim and help bring true peace to the galaxy. Of course, his current position within an organization that was fighting to undo that peace… well, that was an irony that wasn't lost upon him.

"I'll allow Leto to lead this entire operation as it concerns making contact with this… Harlush. I'd prefer to have a line in with the leadership of this militia sooner rather than later. At the same time, don't allow my desire of expediency to be a blank check. The ISB can outperform us in terms of blackmail and coercion nine times out of ten. I'm already highly skeptical about this contact and his militia as it is."

"I will be preoccupied with my official capacities as a senator for the most part. Keep me abreast of any significant developments by passing along any relevant information to Issmic and he'll notify me of anything that I need to know." With that, he motioned to his personal assistant who wasn't standing all that far away from him. He was also looking close to pulling him out of the meeting and placing him back on his senatorial schedule.

"I do want some skin in this game," Dona concluded, with half a smile.

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Remi Vando had been in some shitty situations in his life and this wasn't one of them. He admired Senator Ordo and felt honored to be on his PSD. He would do whatever it took to protect the man's life including diving on a thermal detonator if needed. I would give my life for him, was his personal Creed while serving as a Personal Security Officer. He honestly hoped it would never come to that, but was mentally prepared in the event it should come down to it. He spent five years with the Rebel Pathfinders and saw this opportunity as an avenue for self-improvement. He had no desire to serve in government, but sought to improve his skills where it came to providing security and building his body to be a better soldier.

He was not completely interested in the contents of the meeting, but felt it necessary to hear what was going on or more specifically, where the Senator was heading. He could then research their destination as well as the route they were taking to determine what threats might possibly be along their path.

Remi kept his HL-27 blaster hidden under his coat. The weapon was small and easy to conceal. It had been a gift from Senator Ordo when he came to this detachment two years ago. A small vibro-blade was strapped to his back under his jacket as a back up, just in case he needed it. Other weapons were kept in other locations, to be used when needed. For now, he did not require an arsenal, keep it simple for close in security.

Remi spoke quietly to Garith Calman so as not to disturb the meeting. "I need to go use the 'fresher. I'll do a perimeter sweep while I am gone." He left the room and headed to the Refresher in order to relieve his bladder and then walked around the outside of the briefing room. He checked the corridor outside the room and then the doors leading inside. There were people walking about, as though they belong. He did not see anything out of the ordinary and returned to the meeting room.

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Issmic Bene stood behind the Senator, carefully taking notes and eyeing the ticking time, as the gathered conspirators plotted their next move. The only part that really perked his ears up was the Rancor Shot, which he made a mental note to sample before they left his wretched planet. His mind, instead of being here in the meeting room, was dwelling elsewhere. Issmic had to think hours, if not days, ahead of the schedule and, while he was certainly glad that the retired Rear Admiral was concerned and invested so deeply in the Rebel cause, he still had official business to attend to. If the Imperial Security Bureau figured out his true motives for going to this backwater world, then they would all be shot for treason.

Treason! To think that Chief Bene, the hero of Targis IV, could be considered a traitor was enough to make him laugh. He had given his youth, his happiness, his marriage, his entire life to the cause of the Galaxy. He had gone into battle against dozens of species in countless star systems to ensure that the Galaxy remained stable, so that the Peace of the Empire could be extended to every star that glimmered in the Heavens. The thanks he got? A medical discharge for a shattered leg (which, although reconstructed by droids, never quite felt the same again), no pension, and no working opportunities. He thanked Lady Luck every day that Senator Ordo, no greater friend and no worse foe, took pity upon his old adjutant and made him his Chief of Staff.

At the time, he wondered why he had been graced by his brother born from combat, but the reality soon dawned on him. The Senator needed to surround himself with people he could trust, and Issmic had proved it time and time again in those campaigns against the Seps. And he would continue to prove it, in his own way and in the capacity that he served, by making sure the Senator did not forget his obligations.

"If I may interject," The Personal Assistant, feeling all together ignored by the affairs of the Rebels, finally spoke up, "Senator, I must remind you that the meeting at the Rothanan Fleet Yards is time critical. We cannot afford to miss this obligation, and therefore I insist with much haste that we get onto it."

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"They've got some blasters, but what's available on the black market here isn't what they would need to do more than hunt and peck occasionally," Clang was a flyboy, but he was also an ex-ganger and knew his way through the seamy underbelly of these places in a way that allowed him to feel situations out carefully. It was hard to say why, but Shan seemed to have a good instinct for sifting through the chaff to get at a decent seeming lead, "But what they really need is computing and communications equipment and the expertise to use them." Rothana was what amounted to a surveillance state, and the surveillance was sophisticated. It was a tall order, but the planet also was a high value target to compromise in such a fashion.

"Quid pro quo; we get them set up, they are able to reciprocate. That is the deal they want to hammer out." Rothana's air defenses were formidable to the point of making regular use of aerial combat vehicles or starfighters on a regular basis a good idea -- eventually, they'd pile on the resources and shoot everything out of the sky. These guys needed the technical assistance to become more sophisticated, to expand their capability to slice and spoof and allow movement. It might involve more than that, but that wasn't Shan's problem. His problem was this unit's mission of engaging in diplomacy of a decidedly dangerous sort.

He shrugged as the Senator's aide made it clear that the Senator himself should avoid the meeting; it made sense. The senator was watched. His staff were not as watched, and Rothana's surveillance systems were so large that there were, inevitably, gaps that they took advantage of. Sending the Senator to meet with others made sense. It would also mean that Clang was driving the Senator, and wouldn't be meeting these folks again.

"I'll transfer the contact info over to Leto and let him work it out; contact was made through underworld types. One other thing; the locals think that the local fixer might sell us out, if they think there is some profit in it. This broker in the initial contact, Dras Don, does not know on whose behalf I am working, but might have some inkling of what is afoot here." That was said with a shrug, "Still, they might try to fork us over to the local counterintelligence authorities. We let slip to Dras Don that the meet was going to be at the Rusty Rudder, another fine establishment. They're going to put locals on the surveillance to see if some bounty hunters working on contract for the ISB show up. If so, they want Dras Don taken out from our side, while they put out the word that spice dealers were getting very impatient about a short count. We would need to create the impression of a flurry of borrowing activity to support that. We've been very careful to control what he knows and who is exposed, but he's a loose end."

That, of course, was the dirty end of the business.

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"I'll have my team move on that information as soon as we have it in hand," Leto said.

That was his role. Building connections, communicating, gathering intelligence, providing operational security. The security team, in the casually understood sense, meant men with blasters that protected the Senator when things went wrong. It was by Leto's efforts, though, that they were largely superfluous. The best way to keep someone from getting killed is by avoiding situations that get people killed.

"Does your team need our support on this matter with Dras Don? We have people to spare."


[System]
Monster Type: Skeleton
Gender: "PAPYRUS."
Occupation: "FORMER SENTRY OF SNOWDIN…BESTFRIEND AND BEST BROTHER!"
Weapon?: "MY SPECIAL ATTACK IS STILL MISSING!"
Armor?: "NYEH HEH HEH! SO YOU'VE NOTICED MY BATTLE BODY, HAVE YOU?"
Magic (up to three): "BONE ATTACKS, AND MY FABLED BLUE ATTACK!" As well, Papyrus seems to have the greatest pull out game/control in regards to his attack power, being able to leave Frisk at 1HP.
Personality: Papyrus is a kind and naive skeleton. Unlike his brother Sans, Papyrus works hard and is determined to always reach his goals (Which will never happen because he has no luck). When it comes to fighting, Papyrus is enthusiastic to show just how well lessons from Undyne are paying off, though he prefers to dazzle the humans with his crafty and well-built puzzles. Papyrus is always giving his all at being a good friend, and always takes his job seriously.
Bio: Before the first Frisk incident, Papyrus lived with his brother Sans in the town of Snowdin, where the two worked as a sentries for the area. After the first Frisk incident, Papyrus became Frisk's absolute number one best friend, helping him with his journey and with making new friends. In fact, without Papyrus, Frisk never would have been able to beat Asriel...mostly because he tricked Undyne into becoming Frisk's friend, but that's all in the past! After the barrier Papyrus was given the task of guarding his friend Flowey's flower pot prison, a great honor bestowed upon him.
Appearance:

"I AM SO GREAT IN THIS PICTURE."

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"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD SMOOCH A GHOST!
...THOUGH, NEITHER GHOST NOR SKELETONS SUCH AS I HAVE LIPS, SO..."

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"NGAHHH!" Undyne's yell was quite loud, almost unfitting for her slim and lithe body. Her rage could almost burn a hole through someone if she stared just long enough. "WHERE ARE THEY?"

it had been days since Frisk was missing, and she had not stopped looking for even the smallest moment. She had looked all over the human world for the ambassador, and NOT ONCE had she though about returning to the hellhole she called home.

Yes, she did like the underground, but it was either freezing, literally on fire, or soaking wet. Her now burned down home was there, down int he underground, and she was actually curious as to if it had stopped burning yet or now.

Undyne stomped about, suplexing boulders left and right until she reached her destination. She had not expected others to be there, but they were nonetheless welcome to assist her in her search.

[Assistant] As it turned out, Mettaton was capable of flight, and, as a robot, he was probably much stronger than I was, so he'd probably be able to lift anyone else down, however, I almost felt like a few of them should stay here, even with this. "So, uh, I guess that means anyone who wants to stay down here can, and anyone who wants to go up can do so, as well," after I said that, I just realized that I switched a few words around and it probably sounded extremely stupid. My first speaking line... and I FLUBBED THE HECK OUT OF IT... well, I always said I wasn't cut out for television, that my camera-shyness would come to bite me in the tail at some point, and it did. I tried to make it look like I didn't say anything stupid, but the feeling that I messed up was just too overwhelming. I then heard someone approach, and a skinny, yet somehow strong fish lady appeared out of almost nowhere. How do I know she's strong? Well... she suplexed a few boulders on the way here. "Uh... hi? We...we're looking for Frisk... um, want to help?" I looked back and noticed that I was right at the edge of the hole, so, I decided not to back away from the fish lady with the menacing smile, and instead, whispered to Asgore. "Hey... do you know her? Sh...she looks like someone who you might have recruited to fight humans," I was still somewhat scared that she'd literally throw me out of her way, and just jump down there on her own despite the risks. Something told me that she could, too, and that she HAS thrown someone, or something weighing as much as, or even more than I do in the past... then again, she suplexed boulders, so... it wasn't that big of a guess, to be honest.

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Skylar looked to Erion and she held back a chuckle at the notion that he should've turned down Mettaton's volume. After he told the group that he would stay on the surface, she nodded and answered "Alright,". Now that she thought about it, he had that look of recognition, just as Sans seemed to have, right after she saved that Temmie. Maybe he would be able to tell her if she needed to LOAD if anything happened on the surface. Before she could say anything about that, Celes stated that she would come along as well. Skylar nodded to Celes and answered "Thank you," She appreciated that the stranger wanted to help find Frisk. Her healing abilities would definitely help.

She looked to Papyrus and Sans as Papyrus spoke and she couldn't help but smile at his response to Sans' joke. She listened to his response to Sans's attempt to get him to stay on the surface (yes, she knew what he was up to. ...Yes, she was guilty of trying to use the same tactic on Frisk years ago). Skylar had to say, it was one of the most spectacular backfires and most heartwarming responses she had seen and heard! Her eyes teared up a bit, and she wiped the tears away and she couldn't help but let out a happy "Awww!" She couldn't help but think as to how lucky Frisk was to have Papyrus as a friend. In a way, hearing that filled her with determination.
Sans sighed silently and discreetly so Papyrus wouldn't be able to tell. So his attempt didn't work...Well, he couldn't think of another way to deter him. So he simply answered lazily "OK,".

Though, speaking of Undyne, she suddenly appeared out of the forest. Sans answered David when he asked (both him and Skylar ignored the fact that David misspoke, so they wouldn't embarrass the poor guy), "Oh, That's just Undyne. Captain of the Royal Guard. Before we were freed, she was supposed to capture humans..."
Skylar greeted Undyne "Oh! Hey Undyne. Alphys must've called you too, huh? We were just about to head to the Underground..." Skylar didn't comment on the fact that there was no need for Undyne to suplex boulders.

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Mettaton continued holding his arms out, completely still, not moving any body parts at all. "ARE WE GOING DARLINGS?" He said, frustrated.

Asgore stood alone, leaning against his trident. He was deep in thought, the humans needed someone to defend them if a bad monster attacked them, otherwise they stood no chance, which meant it was his job to do. Asgore grinded his teeth, he wanted to find Frisk, he wanted to help them, but... Immediately he was interrupted by Papyrus, not seeing Sans' warning glance, he responded to his over-enthusiastic skeleton bluntly but kindly

"Oh, Papyrus, I don't really need a new captain, I still have Undy-" Immediately he was interrupted by a loud yell to his right. Asgore leapt into the air, only to see who it was. "Her."

[User]
Chen looked in the mirror and sighed. He threw on his jacket and pulled his bandanna from his neck to his mouth in a attempt to hide his identity. It was time. After a quick check of his backpack, he headed out of his home towards Mt. Ebott to find FRISK. That infernal little brat had destroyed his plans, but now they were the key to them. Oh how he loathed that little thing. 'That doesn't matter now though. Now I need to find him.' As he walked through the woods to Mt. Ebott he contemplated how he was going to find Frisk. The underground is a pretty big place after all. It was when he stepped out of the forest that he saw them. A large group of monsters, one of them being A BOSS MONSTER. Chen's eyes widened. That was his goal. Right there, a few yards away, and he couldn't do a thing about it. However, it would appear as if they were heading underground. This was his chance. 'Let's put on a good show.' He pulled down his bandanna and put on a friendly smile and a casual walk.

"Yo! Are you guys heading out to the underground too?" Chen called out as he came out of hiding and walked towards them. "I was just heading in to document interesting things for an school assignment and I realized that I might get lost without some monsters to guide me. Luckily for me, I just found you guys! Ain't it crazy how life is sometimes?" Chen had a wide smile on his face and he rubbed the back of his head.

[Assistant]
Undyne was quick to cool herself upon sight of her king. The boulder in her hands was quickly set down before the inevitability of it breaking within her grasp happened. Though she never said it to anyone, even Alphys, Undyne saw Asgore like a father figure. Since she was a monster kid, she had been trained by Asgore to become stronger and better. Most of her time was spent training, even back then, and when she finally knocked him to the ground, it didn't feel as good as she thought it would. The rush of victory wasn't there, only the knowledge that she had just hit King Asgore, a giant, fuzzy pushover. That made her feel guilty, somehow. Of course, she felt glad that she could beat him, but the reality of actually beating him did not settle well with her. Even after that, as she got stronger, her mind always wandered back to the same, horrible thought.

'I could kill Asgore if need be.'

She wouldn't ever do it, though. She was physically incapable of doing so. There was no way on the entirety of the earth that she'd do something like that.

"Hey... King Asgore!" She had to pause and stop herself before the word even escaped her mouth. She wouldn't have so many people, especially her friends, hear that word coming out of her mouth and directed at Asgore. "So I'm not the only one going back to look for Frisk, that's good. I CAN'T JUST LEAVE MY BEST BUD AND BOSS TO BE CAPTURED OR HURT BY WHOEVER FUHUHU!" She laughed haughtily before launching one of her spears at the ground. "LET'S GO AND GET FRISK!"

[User]
The taller skeleton didn't catch the tears, but he did catch the 'awww'...of course she would be touched, she knew that she would soon be reunited with her sibling, now that Papyrus had proudly promised as such. Hearing the king's response after a tick, Papyrus froze, before turning to look over at Sans with a tear in his bulging eyes, "NOO HOO HOO~! SANS! THE KING IS SO HEART BROKEN BY MY REJECTION, THAT HE REGRESSED TO A TIME BEFORE HE KNEW HE WANTED THE GREAT PAPYRUS AS CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD! THIS IS TOO SAD!" Turning to back to the rest of the group, still holding the flower pot in his arms, he finally noticed…

His expression brightened up some at yet another familiar face, a red mitten covered hand was raised in greeting as he gave her one look and understood that she would play along with the delusion…for the sake of their king, "HELLO UNDYNE…CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD…!" Wink, wink wink wink, right at Undyne. For a moment, the skeleton wondered why he didn't connect the occasional tremors and smashing sounds with her boulder suplexes, but that thought was dismissed as he looked at the sight before him.

A great number of people had come to help save their friend that grew a grin back onto his face…heck, after a moment, his eyes were all big and sparkly when he realized that the rescue of his cool and very great best friend was most certainly at hand. Even now, another human was coming along! Hearing the boy's explanation as to why he was out here, Papyrus slid close with his free hand on his chest, "HEADING DOWN TO DOCUMENT INTERESTING THINGS, YOU SAY? THEN, YOU ARE MOST FORTUNATE, HUMAN! TO HAVE COME ACROSS THE GREAT PAPYRUS! THERE IS NO COOLER SKELETON BETTER AT PUZZLES THAN I! NO SKELETON MORE KNOWLEGABLE OF THE UNDERGROUND THAN…WELL, MY BROTHER HAS THOSE SHORTCUTS…" For a moment, he stopped to stroke his chin thoughtfully. But that, too, passed.

His hand up in the air as he grinned innocently, speaking with that loud enthusiasm, "WE HAVE ALL CONGREGATED HERE TO FIND THE VERY GREAT HUMAN AMBASSADOR (BEST FRIEND OF PAPYRUS) FRISK! BUT...THERE IS NO REASON WE CANNOT GIVE YOU A BRIEF, BUT STILL WELL-BAKED TOUR OF THE PLACES AS WE PASS ON THROUGH, RIGHT?" His offer to help with no ask of anything in return, he eventually looked along the rest of them, his eyes settled on Skylar and Sans. Wowie, was his brother extra attentive today! Papyrus' smile seemed to widened some, his eyes almost going bit and sparkly again.


[System]
'Sella'
♀

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Abilities

Personality

Biography

[User]
"There are plenty of things to be devout to, even in the darkest of days." Akyasha mentioned, though she didn't figure that the blacksmith girl had heard. She stood by and watched as the girl had ran into the house and had all of the undead follow her. Akyasha stood back and watched, curious when this entire incident would cease she stared on feeling almost tired. That is, until some creature caught her eye. A behemoth of a half-skeletal fish man of some sort. It looked almost like some weird flesh construct that amused the cleric a small bit. "Haa... And I was just starting to enjoy the thought of almost idle chit-chat me and this girl were going to have."

It was heading toward the house that was set to go off in some short time. More specifically, it seemed intent on the blacksmith girl and Akyasha couldn't have that. Oh no. This blacksmith lady was hers. At her fingertip formed an axe from blood magic. "Fine, she didn't tell me to handle this one." With that, the vampire cleric dashed off towards the odd creature, slamming the sharp head of the axe into the thing's leg closest to her. She just needed to break the bone enough so the thing toppled in on itself and if need be, she'd pull the axe out and chop again. That would give her free reign to hack at it as she needed from that point, notably? Remove the cannon from it's hands.

[Assistant]
Captain Argus Fellborn

It was clear that this sea monster wasn't fooling around, Argus observed as one of the pieces of floatsam was pulled beneath the waves. Argus pressed onward, wanting to stay ahead of the beast.

As they got closer to the mast in the distance, another platform beneath him was pulled under. Fortunately, he still had both his reflexes and sea legs, and was able to avoid losing his balance and falling into the water. Unfortunately, there were more skeletons coming. One of them came at him with a fishing net, intent on immobilizing him. Argus would be impressed with the creativity of it if he weren't the target.

He probably could cut his way through the net, but that'd still slow him down, and he couldn't afford even a momentary delay with that monster practically nipping at his heels. But just as a ship could sail against the wind, this could be used to his favor.

"Thanks crewmate, I need this," he mockingly spoke as he caught the edge of the net and threw it into the water behind him, hoping it might be able to slow the beast down even for a moment. Just as he began to parry and cut his way through those in his way, Cynthia's spear came hurtling forward, impaling several skeletons as it hurtled into a mast.

She's got a bit of a competitive streak, Argus noted as he took advantage of the strike to resume his flight forward. She'd make a poor candidate for a thrall- it'd be a great waste to suppress such a spirited, defiant personality with a surrender of one's will that accompanies enthrallment.

Perhaps he was jumping the gun- they still needed to escape these skeletons and this sea monster before he could think about rebuilding his crew.

[User]
Location:
Human Village
Landshark@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

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Whether Giles had much to comment on the vampires words, he didn't speak it. He'd merely order the rest of the villagers to do as previously ordered. Quickly they'd clamor to grab anything they could, barricading and sealing off the door to the basement as the vampires made their descent…

Dragan was the first to engage, the beast hearing him approach as he'd rush towards it, hammer raised and poised to smash its face in. The creature, quickly turned its head towards the vampire knight in response and with little care for its own wellbeing met Dragan's charge with its own. Dragan's hammer met flesh, slamming the creature's face against his hammer with a sickening crack.

Whether through its own momentum or power though, it didn't have the intended effect of smashing him through the ground. Instead, it would carry through, its antlers slamming against his armor as the beasts claws, in a frenzied, gluttonous rage tried to rip and tear at his armor, trying to find anyway to get to the fleshy bits within as it gnashed its teeth and howled.

Luna's assault was as elegant as she was, it seemed. The beast, upon feeling the magical restraints on its flesh, chains attempting to bind it, shrieked, looking up from its meal just in time to see the vampire launch her assault upon it. Her sabre slashed its flesh, right near its neck, the blade cleanly cutting through it as blood oozed from its wounds. It struggled against its bonds, arms flailing and shrieking, wrapping its gnarled claws around one of the chains, pulling and wrenching the chain as another cut was delivered to its head, right through its eye.

Finally, with a hiss and a loud shriek, it managed to break the chains, flapping its weak wings and leaping into the…well, it tried, only to bang its head against the ceiling, and then promptly fall upon Luna, still aiming to claw and otherwise injure her in a somewhat admittedly unconventional manner.

From further down the hallway, the shouts of more humans, cut short. They likely weren't going to be able to save many unless they hurried. There didn't seem to be an obvious way that the beasts had gotten in down here.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
This

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Landing on the beast, it struggled, throwing its head and bucking its body as it'd slow to a halt, trying to throw the vampire off as she'd plunge the silver blade into the creatures arm as it made an attempt to grab her, earning another pained shriek as it'd recoil, but still not down as it'd clutch the injured arm, giving her just enough time to plunge the blade into the skull of the antlered beast, having a near immediate effected as it bucked and tried to remove the pest from its back coming to a near complete halt and almost throwing her off - and it would have, had it not been for the first creature that had finally managed to grab her.

She'd feel pain in her stomach, the beasts claws having impaled her as it'd pull her from the beast, slamming her into the ground where it'd pull its claw from her stomach, proceeding to try and maul her.

Location:
Human Village, Riverside

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Akyasha engaged the beast, bloody axe sinking into the creatures knee as it hadn't even seen or acknowledged her presence up until it was too late to avoid it. The beast howled, gurgling as it'd immediately tur blood oozing from the wound but the cut was far to shallow to reach bone, cutting through what seemed to be nothing but fat, making the beast more agitated then anything. Immediately, it'd turn, making a wide sweep with the ship mast in its arm in an attempt to slam it into the vampire nun.

Inside, Julene made it back down to the first floor, the building quickly lighting up with fire, but the undead were not so easily deterred. Not caring for their own unlife, and still burning they'd leap from the upper floor, trying to accost and drag her down with them, while the ones on the stairs and lower floor still made their way towards her.

"Tch, just die already." She'd growl, managing to block a strike from one of the undead creatures, shoving it back into a wall that was on fire. She had to get out of here before the other barrels ignited - but the things were being awfully persistent in slowing down her escape from this place.

Location:
Pirates End
Paladin

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Perhaps, Argus better be glad even considering making a servant of the Violet Witch a thrall was not considered some form of treason.

"Not far now captain!" Cynthia called back, retrieving her spear from the wood that it had found itself resting in as argus tossed the net into the water nearby…whether or not it had some effect for the moment. More skeletal undead would pull themselves from the water around them, earning an annoyed growl from Cynthia as she'd quickly engage, slicing through more and leaping through an open hole on the ships hull that she had pulled her spear from.

"This way! Hurry! That thing-!"

Too late.

Whatever it was, slammed its bulk into the ship hull, cracking its weakened frame, splintering it and sending it sinking into the waves, Cynthia disappearing further within. In the same instance, the platform under Argus was slammed into with enough force to completely shatter his already unstable footing! He'd need to act fast unless he'd want to find himself swimming with the undead and whatever creature that was.

[Assistant]
Dragan Meszaros

The beast was more durable than he'd expected. Even factoring momentum into play, Dragan's strike should have done more damage to its cranium than this. Enough to disable or disorient it, at least. Or perhaps the beastman just wasn't cognizant of pain. Either way, he didn't have time to waste with this one any further. The sound of screams down the hall told him as much.

As the beastman began to claw and tear at his armor, Dragan took one hand off the haft of his hammer and gripped the creature by the throat, bodily lifting it up with one hand. A sickly green glow started to emanate from his gauntlet, and the Death Knight's necrotic magics began to slough the beast's skin off its bones, rotting its flesh away. Moments later, the process was complete, and Dragan released his new skeleton minion down to the ground, where it obediently fell in line at his side. With that done, the armored vampire turned his helmet's gaze towards the cowering humans off to the side.

"Flee upstairs! Your headman is ordering the door barricaded! Let him know of our progress, we will go to aid the rest." He commanded before tearing off at a sprint towards the other set of screams, his skeleton matching his pace.

[User]
Captain Argus Fellborn

"Cynthia!"

Argus lost his footing as the unseen leviathan destroyed the wreck. He did not want to take his chances in the water with that monster swimming around- he needed to stay on the platforms. As he fell, he managed to guide his fall forward, and stabbed his sword into the nearest wooden wreckage.

Using the sword as a handhold, he scurried up onto the floatsam, not wanting to present any part of him as a target for that monster. Judging by the way it was ramming the wreckage to try to force them into the water, Argus guessed it was either a whale or a shark. With how it was completely ignoring the skeletons in the water, it was probably under the control of their master.

Most importantly, did it have blood?

If it weren't for that monster lurking down there, Argus would use this debris as a makeshift raft. But with that thing actively hunting them, he didn't want to stay in one place too long. There wasn't much in terms of footing, but he might be able to move across the debris field if he moved quickly enough.

The pirate attempted to make his way towards where he last saw Cynthia, jumping from platform to platform like a frog on lily pads. He'd strike at any skeletons that might be in his way, but he couldn't afford to fight them- he'd have to settle for unbalancing them or knocking them into the water.

He was hopeful that Cynthia had survived that attack. After all, if something happened to her, he might not get paid.

[Assistant]
That house was filled with barrels that were primed to explode any moment now right? Well, this fleshy mass was the most frustrating part of fighting this creature for the moment. It would be quite easy to break this creature apart once that fleshiness was gone. With this in mind, Akyasha jump up on the mast as the creature swung it at her. From there, she used it as a jumping point to slam her axe into the creature's face, bracing herself on it's shoulder and trying to force it back toward the building that was soon going to explode and seeing what damage she could do to it with one more heft back of her before slamming the sharp end back into its face. Looking over toward the blacksmith girl, Akyasha would notice she was having a bit of trouble with the local undead population despite saying she had things under control earlier.

She gave out a whistle, calling out to the Gorebat that lead her here. It should have still been around as she didn't order it away. "Help the girl out and ensure you both get out of that explosion unscathed, try not to get noticed but so be if so." She ordered the creature. At this point, she had somewhat revealed her hand, or it was going to be revealed regardless. She planned to make this girl a thrall so goodwill never hurt to have.

[User]
Giselle de FarryUndead Princess, de Farry

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In hindsight, Giselle thought, perhaps she should have waited until her powers were significantly restored until she started trying out the high risk maneuvers. All in all, it was still a fairly good move as she'd put down the bucking antlered beast, but she'd been slightly remiss in managing it before it died, as she wasn't able to simultaneously finish off the creature from earlier… which came right back to bite her in the back, figuratively.

She winced as the beast made contact with her, piercing into her pale flesh and tearing into her delicate black dress, revealing much of her stomach as she immediately pulled back to avoid a follow-up blow from the foul monster. With a grimace, she repositioned; the injury was very minor in the grand scheme of things, but beasts such as these tended to always smell blood in the water. As she did so, she fired twice more at it with her firearm before closing the distance again, this time on her terms as she thrust out her sword again to stab it, before moving to finish it off with another downwards blow.

Unfortunate about the dress, but she could easily fix it after the little skirmish.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Completely self-serving, anarchic and vain, Chloe seems to go where she wants, when she wants to go there, and not a minute sooner. She allies herself with anybody who seeks to overthrow the current power structure, no matter their motives or methods, and when the a revolution she was aiding succeeds, she rises up with the next group of insurgents. She has a constant lackadaisical attitude that annoys the people around her, as though she doesn't care who they are or why they're around in the first place. Whatever is going on in her head is more important to her than her interpersonal relationships, and she barely seems to remember other peoples' names.

Bio: Chloe was born into a poor family on the wrong side of the tracks. Their house was constantly getting broken into and robbed, and it wasn't uncommon for her to watch her father literally fight to take back their home from squatters and gangs. This was how she spent the first ten years of her life. However, in her tenth year of life, even this routine was uprooted and taken from her, as she and her family were seized by a small upstart gang, beaten, and put to work by them. Chloe never saw her father again after that day. She and her mother lived an uneasy life, essentially as slaves for this random gang of thugs with very little power, but there was nothing that she and her mother could do, because they were powerless.

On the day she met the incubator, there was no convincing that needed to happen, no goading or talks. She had a wish that she would go to any lengths to fulfill.

At present, she is known to support rebellions in any form. In Aurora, she has chosen to ally herself with the Shadow Compact, since she likes the way they do business. Most people question why a magical girl would ally herself with humans to overthrow magical girl superiority, but she has never mentioned her motives even once to anybody. She enjoys living a hedonistic life without any ties to other people and without any particular direction, and she has no true friends to speak of, though she has uneasy allies and very loose acquaintances. Chloe's been at this magical girl thing for quite a while now and seems to enjoy the rhythm of it. While she knows that one day it has to end, focusing on the present is what brings her joy.

Allegiance: Shadow Compact. While uneasy, she has formed a sort of partnership with the Shadow Compact. She has power, and seems hell-bent on overthrowing the rule of the current magical girl system for some reason. Many in the organisation don't like her involvement, but even they can't argue with her results in the face of their own relative powerlessness.

Skills: Chloe is physically strong from all of the non-magical fighting she engages in, and the constant labour work that she never quite managed to separate herself from. Even when not powered up by magic, she is stronger than most girls her age and can hold her own against an adult in a fight. If you asked anybody else, the rest of her skillset would consist of annoying people and being mysterious.
Weapons: Brass knuckles
Other: Chloe isn't very quick to make friends for obvious reasons, but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to be that way...

Magical Girl Appearance:

Wish: It's not known to the public.
Weapons: Power Fists, great for hand to hand combat, blocking heavy attacks, and general wanton destruction.
Powers: Obviously something to do with her unknown wish, but this is also unknown.

[User]
An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed.

"I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say.

With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more.

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Algorithm

The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord.

The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more.

Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder.

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book of bad juju

As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived.

The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.

[Assistant]
Maria bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall resume attending to my duties." She then followed Caroline outside, and had her convoy leave the premises. While she was wary of the ill deeds done in Dora's domain, she realized the value that it posed to her: the incident would be a fine distraction for Alexandra, and even if she wouldn't have anything done with it, the mere knowledge of its existence is sure to drive her thoughts adrift and leave her vulnerable. If there was ever a time to bring the years of her kneeling and groveling to fruition, it was now.

She returned back to her elegant home, and once inside, immediately went to the basement. She brought her phone up, sent a text message to a certain number, and then called it. Maria was clear with her every word, and none of her positive disposition was in it. A certain chaotic magical girl would receive these words:

"I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do."

She ended her call, and had her phone snap back shut. She giggled a bit at first, followed by her laughing madly. This was the beginning of the end.

[User] Eponine was sorely disappointed that the collapsing ice did not hit Byrea head on; still, a hit was a hit. Again, she had to dodge the witch's ice attacks, activating her shield every time she knew she would not be able to dodge an icicle. Eponine noticed her soul gem getting awfully dark, so at this point she had to make a gambit: keep fighting at this pace, risking the witch outlasting her and becoming a witch herself, or use the last of her magic save a tiny fraction in a powerful burst with the hope of ending this fight once and for all? As Byrea began collapsing the ice in an effort to crush Eponine as Eponine had tried to do to the witch, Eponine decided upon the latter. Summoning eight hammers, she placed them, head on the ground with the shaft pointing up, in an octagonal circle around herself, activating her hemispherical area force field. She looked up and activated 'reject' so that every object that touched the field would be sent flying away in the opposite direction and at the same speed that it impacted, which would make the inside of the ice sphere something like a cross between a grenade and a pinball machine. The world above her became a white and blue cacophony of clashing ice shards, bouncing pillars and bridges pulverizing into snow. Eponine's breathing became labored and a sickening sensation crawled through her, which she assumed was magical in nature as she normally couldn't feel such discomfort, or perhaps it was just that painful that she could actually feel it this time. She held out for as long as she could while the violent crashing continued but started to die down as the larger chunks had mostly broken into smaller pieces. When just a sliver of her magic remained, when just a tiny part of her soul gem remained unblemished, Eponine deactivated her shield and, in fact, left her magical girl form completely, returning to the clothes she was wearing before she set out on this mission and quickly crouched down and covered her head with her hands, getting into a duck-and-cover position in preparation for what remained of the ice to come crashing down on her, resigned to let whatever would happen happen, hoping beyond hope that the witch had died.

[Assistant]
"I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do."

The text came at a convenient time, while Chloe was busy shoving food into her face at a local diner. Her hunger satisfied and her grief levels managed, she'd be fully charged for what was coming. Without a word to anybody, she silently left the building without paying for her meal. The complaints of her waitress came too late and too quietly, for she had already cranked her headphones and clambered to the roof of the diner. The rooftops here were easy to traverse, and nobody would be following her or looking for her here...

The business sector was hectic. All of the hustle and bustle of fevered workers and beurocrats milling around made sure there was noise to be heard, even through her 'phones. Lots of people around meant that this could get messy, but that was no concern of Chloe's. Even if Maria herself was caught in the destruction, it didn't matter, because she was fulfilling the terms of their agreement. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that this administrative building had to go. Building demolition was, of course, a specialty of Chloe's, as well as a favourite hobby. It was just so flashy and satisfying.

"Now... time to start."

To begin, Chloe had strolled around to the back of the building where there were no people. Any guards would have been posted at the front doors, of course. But the power box was back here. It was dangerous to touch so much electricity with her hands, so she chose this moment to transform, using her new strength to rip a large wooden post out of the ground nearby to use as a makeshift club. First she grabbed both sides of the large metal box, warping the frame and loosening it from the bolts holding it together. Once she was satisfied that it was loose enough, Chloe took up her giant club, taking a mighty swing at the bos. With a direct hit, she smashed the metal frame apart, severing connections and shorting circuits that would lead to the entire building, sending sparks everywhere. Circuits were incredibly sensitive by nature, and a disruption like this would throw the whole building into darkness and chaos, at least, where it wasn't lit by an emergency generator. Pesky things.

The front of the building would still be too dangerous, so she went through the back, tearing through bricks and drywall with a mighty swing of her gauntlets and stepping through the small hole she had created into the darkness and noise inside. Nobody was around her current position, which was good. It meant that she could begin her work without interruption. With no proper idea of where she was, she figured all girders and pillars were created equal. Buildings with good construction were surprisingly resilient, but they couldn't hold themselves up with just bricks alone, and architects trying to keep costs low meant that they wouldn't have that many more supports than were absolutely necessary in the event of a quake or something similar. Once you started ripping support beams, everything became much more spotty. And for Chloe's particular method of combat, thick steel girders might as well have been solid wooden branches. Strong, but they'd come apart when enough force is applied. For Chloe, this meant repeated strikes. Three solid punches warped the beam to a weakened state, five would break it entirely. For her first few, she broke them entirely. Structurally, this corner of the building was now completely useless.

There were armed guards waiting for her as she worked her way through the remainder of the ground floor, but they were scattered, and poorly organized. One or two men or women with guns were little threat - they could keep coming all day, but unless they grouped up, it was no use. One by one she carved a path of destruction around the building, dancing a rodeo of destruction and raining bloody knuckles on all the steel and stone she could find, an incessant clanging noise echoing through the swiftly emptying halls around her. Those who fought her, she destroyed. Those who ran she left alone. It was important to pick your battles.

After a short time, it was close to over. She walked casually back to the original hole through which she had entered, knocking out a few final beams from the outside, after which the building gave a mighty groan. With a crash, she heard the upper floors crash inward from lack of support in the middle of the structure, and the rest of the building would follow soon after. She didn't need to stick around to know that, so it was time to disappear to the harbor. Stealth was somewhat pointless now, so she took the quickest way there, the main roads. Whether or not somebody saw her was irrelevant now. If they were going to send resistance, they would know where she was. Her first job had been a stress-free success. Who knows what awaited her at the harbor?


[System]
Sex: Male

Age: 19

House: Dark Magician House

Duel Disk: A dark brown body with a purple blade.

Personality: Carnel is normally seen as a chill and polite guy, perhaps best described as being a gentleman. Wherever he goes, he greets people with kind smiles and polite greetings. If disputes happen around him, he usually takes the time to try to defuse them and make everyone smile again. He may even make an occasional joke if the situation is appropriate.
Underneath, however, Carnel is a guy who is easily irritated. Rarely does he find someone he thinks he can trust, and dislikes a certain label that was often placed on him at home. While he maintains a calm demeanor, oftentimes there is a twitch that gives away that part of his nature, usually an eyebrow twitch or a sudden clench of his fist.

History: Carnel was born into a rich family, and given anything his parents could give him. Food, clothing, toys, you name it. He grew in such a fashion along with his older brother, Vincent. One day, a special gift was given to him: his very first Duel Monsters deck. Carnel was curious as to what it was at first, but as he learned more about Duel Monsters, he was ecstatic. As he grew, his love for Duel Monsters grew as well. His brother had taken Duel Monsters as a career and grew to be a famous Duelist.

Carnel wanted to be like his brother, and use his love for Duel Monsters for a career in the pro scene. Many saw this as Carnel wanting to catch up to his brother. As a result, they began to compare Carnel to his brother, and it was the same wherever he went. At first, Carnel didn't mind, but as time passed, Carnel began to notice this, and saw how few people recognized his own achievements. It was always "Vincent's brother" this and "Vincent's brother" that. Carnel couldn't stand it. Eventually, he managed to secure an application to Saotome Duel Institute, where he planned to carve his own path, hopefully without being compared to his brother again.

Wish: To be recognized as a Duelist, and not a person in the shadow of his brother.

Spell Card
Name: Grinding Levels
Type: Normal
Effect: Return 1 "LV" monster from your hand to your Deck. Draw 2 cards.
Monsters: 19
Destiny Hero - Plasma x 1
Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8 x 1
Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6 x 2
Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV4 x 2
Grinder Golem x 1
Lava Golem x 1
Jinzo x 1
Cardcar D x 1
Cyber Valley x 1
Dandylion x 1
Spell Stryker x 2
Spirit Reaper x 2
Battle Fader x 1
Cosmic Compass x 1
Elemental HERO Stratos x 1

Spells: 16
Pot of Greed x 1
*Grinding Levels x 1
Level Up! x 1
Scapegoat x 2
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Fires of Doomsday x 2
Fiend's Sanctuary x 2
Swords of Revealing Light x 1
Pot of Duality x 2
Forbidden Lance x 2
Level Modulation x 1

Traps: 5
Royal Decree x 3
Trap Stun x 1
Breakthrough Skill x 1
Prime Material Dragon x 1
Forbidden Chalice x 1
Forbidden Dress x 2
Raigeki x 1
Waboku x 1
Effect Veiler x 2
Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x 1
Scapeghost x 2
Mirror Force x 1
Dark Bribe x 1
Marshmallon x 1
Marshmallon Glasses x 1
Pot of Greed
E-HERO Stratos
Scapegoat
Battle Fader

[User]
"My turn!" Carnel said as he drew his next card. Carnel was well aware that his deck no longer had the means to reverse the situation he was in. His final draw, Destiny HERO - Plasma, was certainly not going to help him either. He had zero defenses left on the board, and no way to rebuild them. Carnel knew what came next.

"I guess it's your win," Carnel addressed Manjoume. "Turn End. Give me the final blow."

[Assistant]
"As she is destroyed, Archfiend Heiress's effect activates."

Taiyo slid the card into his graveyard, then pulled a monster from his deck. "Come forth in defense mode, Archfiend Atheling. I hope I don't need to explain why." A small child with an oversized skull for a head pranced around on the field. As it came to Taiyo's turn, he drew his card wordlessly before grabbing the other one in his hand.

"I sacrifice Archfiend Atheling. Come forth, founder of the Archfiend Empire and wisest sage of them all, Archfiend Advisor." The small child was replaced by a far more ancient looking Summoned Skull, wearing rags and a single broken horn, his form hunched over as a pressure of magic emitted from his skeletal form.

"Not sure if you've seen this card before... it's quite rare. I then activate his ability, by sending the Archfiend Empress in my hand to the Graveyard, I can Special Summon one Archfiend from my deck. Return to battle, now a grown sorcerer, Archfiend Eccentrick!" An archfiend, the young adult form of Archfiend Heiress, appeared next to the fiendish sage with an insane smile and a much more beautiful dress.

"... You believe yourself the master of all Archfiends because you have a single unique card? Do you even know their stories?" Taiyo asked, before pointing to Archfiend Advisor. "The first Summoned Skull became the father to the Emperor, and now guides his blade with his wisdom. The Emperor's dark heart befell love with a cunning monstress, and together they had a daughter, who stands before you, and will only continue to grow in strength until she takes the throne..."

Reaching out with his right hand, he pointed towards Archfiend Reverse. "Your card may be strong, but it does not compare to its superior. I tune my Archfiend Advisor with my Archfiend Eccentrick!" Immediately the Advisor turned into a set of six dark rings, while with a single giggle Eccentrick transformed into a set of three bright stars.

"Heir to the throne of fiendish lords, raise your hands to conquer new heights. Reach out to the stars above, and take your throne amongst the stars to forge a new empire throughout the universe. Synchro Summon!" A blasting pillar of light, a mix of white and black swirling together until they became a multitude of colors, until a figure outreached her wings and blew away the energy, surrounded by a nebula of stars.

"Kneel before your overlord, Archfiend Cosmocrat!"

The smiling diva of devastating power hovered before them, as Taiyo activated a spell card from his hand, leaving him with no more. "I activate Monster Reborn! Return to aid your daughter in battle, Archfiend Empress!"

A lady in similar build but different clothing rose from the Graveyard, smiling up at the mighty Synchro monster. "Archfiend Advisor's effect means I cannot attack the turn I activate it, so for now your monster remains. Your turn..."

[User]
Bug

"Ahaha! Reveal yourself, Slate Warrior!" the demon stepped out from under the flying castle, only for its face to be smashed in by Dokurorider's front wheel. "It may have been destroyed- but! It was all actually a part of my plan! For this means your monster loses 500 attack and 500 defense!" Dokurorider was made weakened.

"Next, I'll activate my trap card! Reverse Reuse! I can special summon two flip monsters in my graveyard onto your side of the field! Since you've been such a good servant to the Dark Lord, I shall grant you my two Slate Warriors in face-down defense mode." The two demons materialized on the Ghoulish Rider's side of the field, then kneeled down, holding cards over them, disappearing into the darkness.

Player Killer of Darkness Side Hand: 1 card
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (YL Shield) - ST (???) - ST (empty)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Empty, LZ) - MM (empty) - MM (???, LZ)
(Ghoulish Rider)EM[EMPTY] [LINK PALACE]EM (Panik's)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Slate Warrior) - MM (Dokurorider Heisei) - MM (Slate Warrior)
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty)
Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of Highway of Hell Side

"I don't need any of your pretentious nerd shit! I-" Archfiend Reverse appeared to glare at Archfiend Cosmocrat, the two appearing to have some kind of angst against the other, the cards both glowing on the field and even feeling hot to touch in spite of being cardboard otherwise. Tsunozuka grumbled. "I'll activate the effect of Archfiend Reverse-" it stared back at him- "to destroy Archfiend's Oath, and in return, you have to tribute one of your monsters..." Tsunozuka appeared possessed, as if he didn't want to use the move he did.

"My turn... draw." he stated, before shaking his head as if to clear his mind. "Alright nerd! Let's go!" Thanks to Archfiend Palabyrinth, Archfiend Reverse was a whopping 3100 attack points, though thanks to all the cards in Taiyo's graveyard- partially thanks to Tsunozuka's moves itself, Archfiend Cosmocrat was also much bigger a threat to deal with. (How powerful is Cosmocrat?)

Luckily for Tsunozuka, thanks to his opponent's Pandemonium card, he didn't have to worry about running out of monsters for the effect of Reverse. "I normal summon Archfiend General! Next, I'll activate the effect of Archfiend Reverse, destroying Archfiend General and thanks to Pandemonium, I can add another Archfiend to my hand!"

[hider=State of the Board]Tsunozuka Side LP: 500 Hand: 3
Grave: Red Resonator, Archfiend Atheling, Edge Imp Tomahawk, Shadow Tamer, Archfiend Vizier, Archfiend's Oath
Banish: Edge Imp Sabres
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - FZ (Archfiend Palabyrinth)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (empty)
(Archfiend Reverse)EM[Tsunozuka] - [Taiyou]EM(Archfiend Cosmocrat)

"Ojama King. Attack his Life Points directly." he complied, the monster comically slamming against the other duelist, knocking his life points down to zero. The solid light quickly dissipated, as Manjoume walked over to Carnel.

"You did good. Especially had me with that lock. Maybe with a little luck, you would've beaten me. I'm sure there's one card in your deck that could've definitely saved you." He smiled. "Why don't you take a look at the next card in your deck? See what it was going to be?"

[Assistant]
The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell simply nodded in various directions in the darkness as Panik activated their trap card. For some reason, the Player Killer of Darkness allowed Fyodor to possess his monsters. What to do with these two boons or curses? The thought of it lingered in his mind as Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned grumbled out clearly annoyed at that other Slate Warrior's giblets were mucking up the ride.

"I appreciate the gesture oh Esteemed Panik. There is nothing else I yearn to do with this turn; so I shall pass it off to you." The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell performed a flourish of the hand.

Player Killer of Darkness Side
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (YL Shield) - ST (???) - ST (empty)
MM (empty) - MM (empty) - MM (Empty, LZ) - MM (empty) - MM (???, LZ)
(Ghoulish Rider)EM[EMPTY] [LINK PALACE]EM (Panik's)
MM (??? -DOWN) - MM (empty) - MM (Slate Warrior - DOWN) - MM (Dokurorider Heisei -UPATK) - MM (Slate Warrior -DOWN)
ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty) - ST (empty)
Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of Highway of Hell Side

[User] "If you say so," Carnel said skeptically. All that was left in his hand was a Grinder Golem and Destiny HERO - Plasma. Carnel then drew his next card, which was revealed to be Swords of Revealing Light. It probably would've stalled a few more turns, but was not a game-winning card itself. Showing it to Manjoume, Carnel said, "And this is my card. Not much else in my deck to help with that." After placing it back into his deck, Carnel extended his hand for a handshake. "That was a good Duel. You had me on the ropes the whole time."


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Loyal(ish), Funny, Team player, Adaptable, and Has-a-self-code.

Powers/skills: Ed has nothing special about him... Well except that he's...
A crack shot with almost any gun you put in his hands. Meaning he is an all around marksman and plans to hit his shot if the conditions are ideal of course. Knows the basics of most common and uncommon fighting styles ranging from the simple stuff kids ask their parents to sign them up for to the almost dead style of Okichitaw. Plus he can make explosives which may or may not self destruct within a couple seconds of completion.

Equipment: He carries a handgun, a magnum revolver, three grenades, spare ammo, and sometimes a combat knife.

Short Bio: Ed grew up in good old Detroit where crime was just always across the street, at the stop sign, or even right behind you. His family wasn't in the best of position as for money so that didn't help his situation nor did it affect him much. He knew his family was poor for a reason and his father made him know almost every second of his life that the reason his family was poor was because of him. It also really didn't strike Ed that much his mother died what was he suppose to do somehow get half a fortune to afford fancy medicine no that would just be unreal. His father from that point on basically had this idea that he would rob this transit from the bank and frame his son. Months of planning and preparing were put in motion, and by the end Ed had a basic knowledge of how to point a gun, shoot, and make something go boom. When time came and a huge money deposit was coming in for Detroit to try and get out of dept the two jumped into action. Everything went off without a hitch but when it was time for the frame game Ed had a counter plan to this and left his father to take the downfall.

With so much money in his pocket Ed traveled learning new ways to improve his ways. Ed would always take what he learned and apply it to what he knew best... Stealing, killing, robbing, and just all things regular villains would do. Ed actually got caught when in France trying to rob a museum and sell some art to other countries. On his escort to a highly secured prison Ed took over the armored van he was in and drove off course into a a river. From France he a took a plane back to America deciding to stay off radar for a while, but while he was trying to... Well it was just too much fun to do what he usually does.

Other:While Ed can is loyal his Self-Code makes him mostly look after himself mostly. Hence the (ish) after loyal.

[User]
'I advice that, as long as The Presence has not told us whatever his plan might be, we might be jeopardizing it by moving out too early.' Metallia commented, having stood by the side for quite a while without necessarily making any sign that she heard anything around her until now. 'I also advice that the larger our body-count, the larger the collective force of heroes focused on ensuring our demise will be. Serial killers are more important to neutralize than bank robbers, after all. Do as you wish with this knowledge.' She added, given the most recent discussion. Though, that conclusion had already been reached.

If those first words was meant to reach all devices, then those words would be reaching all devices.

Metallia became aware of herself being called personally by her own device, and her hand reached into her jeans-jacket's pocket to press the button to answer.

'I am receiving your words properly.' There was a tiny bit of underlying annoyance. Of course she was receiving the words properly. It was HER technology after all. Did she expect Metallia's device to fail? Preposterous. … But she did understand the need to test technology not your own. She was mildly aware of how many tests she might have run herself if someone else thrust a similar device of their own making into her hand...

…

'... "Robo Princess"...?' She commented in a questioning voice. It sounded... odd. As far as Metallia knew, she was not of royal descent. She assumed the first word was derived from her use of technological constructs. The latter, she had to assume, came from her overall appearance rather than actual heritage. It was... … … oddly flattering, to be compared to such individuals.

'... Your nickname for me has been accepted. You may continue using it.' Metallia made a satisfied remark before ending her transmission.

[Assistant]
Each of the team members had a special communicator given to them by The Presence, which the entity would give them instructions and follow their movements. After about an hour of walking, the team reached the outskirts of Frankfurt and upon entering the city, the team noticed people dressed in costumes based off of fantasy and sci-fi fiction genre.

"As you can see team, today is the city's annual Comic-Con and it will be going on all weekend. You need not worry much about how conspicuaous you are as long as you don't recklessly show off your abilities. Now once you all reach the Central Bank, I will give you your instructions and guide you step by step on this heist. All of you will be stealing a total of 3 billion dollars from this bank" the entity spoke.

---

Andrew gave an impressed whistle at the number of dough that they were trying to make off with from Europe's bank. He had never seen such money is his life and his mind was already alight with what he could do with such wealth.

"It looks like it's payday today" he said with a greedy grin.

[User]
"I have a hard time believing we're going to get one cent of the money we're trying to steal." Maverick said to Blood Fang's greedy sounding comment. The Presence had everything on Maverick, she imagined it had something on everything else too. They weren't contractors, they were puppets. Blackmailed. That being said, maybe Blood Fang is actually being paid for this. What if she's the only one being black mailed?

What if?
What if nothing. It didn't really matter. She was just here to do a job and go home.

She was glad that she blended in a lot better than these people. Someone wearing a hoodie was a lot less conspicuous then most of these jokers.

...

It was also a blessing that LL managed to put on some pants.

[Assistant]
She was happy she hadn't needed to ditch the group. Well, that wasn't exactly true but she was at least happy she hadn't needed to brave the Frankfurt phone lines just so she wouldn't stand out. It was in situations like this that basing your look on an internationally famous musical duo had its advantages. One of the few conceivable situations, certainly, but after this week any lucky break at all was a godsend.

"We were promised riches." Phone Freak said, but there wasn't much confidence behind it. "I'm more surprised that all we're after is money. I mean, this person seems to have enough. After the occult symbols I was expecting something much more ominous. No you can not get a picture!" She said for the third time that hour to some eager, camera toting dork. She hadn't even let him ask the question that time, just seen the camera in his hands and the look on his face. He trotted off dejectedly. The last thing she needed was to be pasted up in somebodies Comic-Con album on Imgur.

[User]
Mako nodded in agreement, "Yes she appears to have fled..." His face returned completely to normal as he finished putting himself back in line, his teeth being hidden behind his lips again, "Must have scared her." He smirked again giving LL a quick look that said "I'll deal with you later." Before turning away.

Mako then took the girls arm almost without question, "You speak like the people of my home." His eyes betrayed nothing to what he was feeling, they were simply cold and dark as they usually were, "And here I thought all humans were apes with no culture." The boy started walking forward without waiting for anyone else from the group, "Nothing against you personally but most humans I have met are pond scum...there are a few of your kind I enjoy...but not many." He placed the little waterproof com in his ear while the walked but didn't bother testing it.

As they arrived in the city Mako took one look at everyone in their costumes and burst out laughing, his laugh was dark and cold as if he was a great white shark, these humans looked hilarious. "Dear Neptune my sides!" Quickly composing himself with a breath he straightened up, and cleared his throat, "So all we must do is steal money from one of the human strongholds...sounds challenging but fruitful."

[Assistant]
… So The Presence was not actually going to give them their instructions until they were actually on-site. What a perfect set-up for messing things up for all of them. Metallia frowned, walking along with the rest intentionally hiding her eyes a bit under her cap. This did not feel comfortable in the slightest, as Metallia liked having her plans outlined in meticulous detail and to be as prepared as possible beforehand. If she actually knew what she would be doing, she could have constructed items beforehand which would enable her to complete her assigned tasks more effectively. This… was annoying her. As it was, The Presence could just ditch them all at any time, and they'd have no chance…

'…' Still. Money was never Metallia's goal, but she had to admit that having that much money would smooth out the process of obtaining the resources she needed to complete more important objectives. It wasn't an unappealing prospect, so to say.

… He tells them not to show off their abilities… but as it is, Metallia cannot do anything anyways. Walking there, she was just an ordinary girl.

'… Without my constructions, I am without means to accomplish my goals.' Metallia mentioned to the others. 'So if conflict breaks out close to me before I am given the go to summon them, I may be in need of physical protection. I will obviously avoid such an occurrence if possible, but I say this to spread awareness of my situation.' Her constructions were in a garage near the bank which she had claimed, in addition to her chair. She could summon her chair on its own to make herself capable, too, and due to its flight that would take only a couple of seconds.

… If her robots were ever to be called out of the garage, any semblance of stealth would be gone. Unless, of course, they were used as a distraction, since Metallia could control them unnoticeably from a distance. That was a possibility, she assumed. … Shrug. She started focusing more on just getting through the crowd of costumed people.

'… Tsk. ' She made an annoyed sound. If she had known there was a festival, then she could have reconstructed her chair to resemble some fictional character's legs or seat and seem reasonably inconspicuous. … Nothing she could do about that, now. She kept walking, hands in her jacket-pockets, one hand grasping her head-piece which could be used to summon her devices…

[User]
Maverick couldn't help but be amused when Phone Freak was yet again harassed by another patron of comic-con. She was right, the group was technically promised riches. Still, a pinky promise wasn't nearly enough for Maverick to even begin willfully complying with the Presence, let alone trusting it.

"You should get people to dress up as you." She had a mental image of a Super punching someone in a paper mache Phone Freak costume. That'd be a sight to see.

Metallia said something about the possibility of needing "physical protection". Certainly was a clinical way of putting it. Still, if they were going to be on a team, she might as well assure her that Maverick wouldn't be eager to abandon her. She turned to look back at Metallia.

"No problem, Metallia. I can get your back, if the All-Mighty Presence's plan allows it,"  She said, as an aside.

[Assistant]
Of Night

"I was raised right, you could say. Thank you for the compliment." Dianna said, fighting back the blush in her cheeks. She was raised by the Wise One, and was otherwise solitary. It gave her an old soul, but she could tell it came in handy with Mako. If she stayed on his soft side, the team business would be much more bearable.

Dianna's eyes scanned the crowd of humans. She looked down at her feet, where Ms. Muffins II was trying miserably to keep up with them. Dianna swept down, picking up the kitten and setting her in the pocket of her blazer. There, she pointed at Ms. Muffins II, muttering in Latin. The cat became a simple golden ring that was quickly slid onto Dianna's finger. She would be a bit stiff when she left the form, but otherwise unharmed.

Dianna looked around, the men and women in costume either didn't see, or paid no mind to her act of magic. She watched Mako as he flailed about, before straightening like nothing had happened. It left a lopsided smile on her face, that she couldn't force down. "This, Mako, is a small part of our human culture." She whispered, gesturing at the place. "Strange isn't it? If you looked well enough, I bet you could find someone here dressed as you." She added with a chuckle.

"The tech lovers have it easy in this situation. If they're well versed, they could probably hack into the bank. We'll have to get a bit..creative." Her eyes gleamed with something downright malicious. "It shouldn't be too much of a problem, really. Three billion a piece, you have to wonder what the Presence wants with it all."

[User]
Ed silently followed the group not paying much attention to what they were talking about. Nor did he care most of them were just making small talk. He simply wished for them to get to the bank steal the money and leave; in and out easy right? It was when they came to a comic-con that he started to pay close attention to where the group was going. With this many people crowding around the area it could be pretty easy to get lost. Mako was losing it as he saw all the people and Ed just rolled his eyes, the guy was already flirting with Ms. Magic and now he looks like a fish out of water.

When Ed heard chat about the more technologically advanced having an easier time he obviously had to chime in. "None of us have it easy. Just remember we're all needed for this to work, so if everyone pulls their own weight then we should be able to get in and out quick and simple." he said hoping that the rest of the team wouldn't be thinking of slacking from there on out. "Oh and it's pretty obvious what the Presence needs all that money for... The guy has a very high tech place, and we've all seen the kind of tech inside. So I'm just assuming it must rack up a pretty high electrical bill."