[System]
Age: Eighteen Years Old

Gender: Fem

Appearance:
Fin has green piercing eyes that always seem to hold a blazing fire in them. Her green eyes are lined with thick and long black eyelashes. They almost seem to stand out against her pale, porcelain skin. Her raven black hair just barely touches her narrow shoulders. It's chopped in messy curls and curves around her face. The left side of her hair from the part in her hair to the line at the tip of her war and down to her hairline stays shaved. It reveals a large scar that runs diagonally across the blank scalp created by the missing hair. Fin is 5'5" and weighs approximately 138 lbs, just enough to sport soft ripples of lean muscle under her porcelain skin.

Personality:
Her past played her emotions like a fiddle, so Fin is scarce with words and even less with patience or tolerance. Fin comes off as rude, never smiling or talking unless it is necessary or forced out of her. She is, however, a kind hearted soul that is covered in emotional blockages that protect her from letting anyone else harm her. Fin can control her emotions easily, hiding everything behind those sea green eyes. Her anger flares easily and she prefers to resort to violence when that happens. The one thing that let's her control her frustrations is meditation. Become close to Fin and she will protect you or die trying, but stay on her hit lost and she will let you thirst in the desert while she shoots Whiskey.

Magic:
Pyrokinesis- 5
Telekinesis- 3
Healing- 2

Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand (MMA)- 6
Gun (Sniper Rifle)- 4

Support Skills:
Speed (Reaction times/Running)- 3
Luring/Trapping- 4
Attitude/Spunk- 3

History:
Finley was placed in a run-down, abuse orphanage after her crackhead mother couldn't raise her and support her addictive habit both. Fin stayed in this orphanage where she was given a sloppy, non-nutritious meal once a day from 3 year to 12 years old. At 12 Finley escaped, not that the orphanage would come loping for her anyway, and soon found herself desperately trying to find a meal after three days with no food. A teen girl offered her good and safety, so Fin accepted. She was brought to an abandoned factory building and forced to participate in gang-related activities for food, water, and shelter. None of the other gang members slept there, but she had no where else to go. Soon Fin became skilled with the sniper rifle and with her innocent appearance back then she was easy to send know another gang to murder their members.
Fin was essentially an underpaid assassin. One day she laid on her stomach, looking through her rifle scope at a target from her perch ontop of an adjacent building. She heard footsteps fast approaching and turned just in time to see a foot hurling at her with amazing force. They had spotted her and now were dragging her unconscious body to their leader. He collided wit the hard concrete, but couldn't respond to the leader's questions quick enough. He told them to get rid of Fin so the man who had knocked her unconscious picked her up and set her in the back seat of the blacked out car.
He was driving down the small back road when Fin awoke. She slipped her short off slowly, contemplating her plan over and over. She lurched forward and wrapped the short around the driver's neck. He struggled with trying to steer and get her off. Fin kept the pressure and pressed her feet against the back of the driver's seat. Soon the driver went lifeless and before Fin could react the car collided full force into a light pole.
Fin was thrown through the front window, hatter in the glass with her body and landing in a heap of her own blood. The car immediately caught fire and Fin was left to her own defenses. She reached back through the back window to ran her bag before the flames engulfed the entire car.
Fin found refuge deep in the woods. She set up a make shift camp to stay at until she could get to a town in the morning. As she sat next to her small fire he started pulling glass from her pale skin. She ran a hand through her hair to discover three glass shards were embedded in the side of her head. She pulled each one out with a dizzying pain. She collapsed, only to wake in the morning.
The trip I town was long and exhausting hit she made it and went to the library to read upon how to use wild herbs or homemade medicine to treat wounds. She found an odd book and sat down, looking at the strange language before she spoke one out loud and cringed as she felt her skin tug at the wounds over her body. Her bloodied wounds were replaced with scars. She felt through her hair and it too was scared, but so was the hair that had surrounded the wound.
She left, taking the book without a care of whose it was. She tried several more spells before reading about a retreat, an island. She then decided it was where she would flee before the gang members found their partner dead in the burnt car and came after her. She shaved the side of her head to reveal the rest of the long pale pink scar and has kept it that way for the past couple of years as he planned her escape to the island.

Notable Items: The book bundled in a thin blanket, a compact singer rifle that was taken apart into pieces to be concealed in her beg, and some cash and cans of food in her backpack.

[User] -as i walked around the acdemy i find my room but i dont enter it i went exploring-

[Assistant]
Hikaru watched the events from a safe distance.
Certainly that David character was a troublesome one, to make him an enemy would be a bad idea.

But she was bored. Besides it could help her to gauge something.
Exactly how far could these monsters reach?

The girl sighed as she entered into scene only to visualize the feat of the girl named Remliel.

"What's up with that abnormal strenght you two have? Are you even humans?" Asked the girl as the trucks halves flied against David. She made sure to always keep a safe distance.

From beneath her feet her own shadow moved through the surfaces, as people were worried they didn't noticed her movement. Also, because it was a shadow it was easily ignored which she accounted as an advantage.

Dark Magic, it had several applications, strong sorcerers could use it to play with the darkness and night, someone weak as Hikaru could at most manipulate shadows, she was unnable to control other's shadows. Yet that was enough.

Before anyone could notice it, the shadow split into four halves and crawled to David's legs and arms all in the instant the truck was about to reach its target.

"Dark bind..." mumbled the girl. Weak as she was she could not bind someone for a long period of time, but she expected it to be enough to let the guy be crashed.

And if he dies?.... Who cares? It won't be my fault, that girl will suffer the blame for sure... Perhaps that would be even better. One monster dies, the other is rejected. Both would be a trouble for me anyway...

That'll give me some fun I guess thought without revealing her inner smile

[User] Eris moved back from the door quickly when she saw the girl walking towards the door and jumped on the bed holding her rabbit tight to her chest and every once in a while would look up at the window of the room or at the girl until she finally built up the courage to say something, "Ummm.... Hi, You must be one of the other roommates that was assigned here right?" she said before hearing more noises coming from outside, 'What are they doing now?' she thought as she got up and looked out the window to see two halves of a car get thrown.

[Assistant]
Finley smiled softly at the girl as she anapped the last part of her sniper in place. She wiped the gun down once again as she spoke, "Yes, I guess were roommates now. I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin-" She snapped her head toward the window as the commotion ensued. Curiosity won and Finley slipped off her bed and walked to the window to look down upon the fight.

When she noticed the two halves of the car tumbling quickly toward David she looked for the source they had come from. The girl she had gotten in an arguement with earlier was standing there from the direction in which the vehicle was rolling from. David wasn't moving, the vehicle would surely strike him. She focused on the two halves, her energy leaving her body in attempt to keep the tumbling contraptions from crushing him. She poured all her energy into stopping the metal death traps before they collided with David in hopes it would work.

[User]
Raising his arms over his face, Mikkish darted, appearing to change shape to a dark blur moving at bullet speeds, right into both halves. Mikkish made a direct hit on the first, and the first flew off course and knocked into the other half. Both halves wound up on the ground. Neither touched David, though that's not to say it would have done much if they had.

"Hey! The kids retarded. Its not right!" Mikkish said to Remliel "I appreciate you stepping in to help me, not saying I don't. And I gotta say, you're pretty incredible. So is he." This was unlike Mikkish. He didn't actually care, and in fact probably would have been more amused to let them fight each other, but the fact was it was probably a dangerous place, this island, to have people who could increase their strength, start fires, and god knows what else. Plus, Mikkish doubted that just because people knew magic, the island was different from any other place. There were ghettos and drug dens probably, just like anywhere else. Hell, the bus took them through such an area. Fact is, he needed to make connections fast. And it would be most convenient to friend these two, Remliel and David. They all came on in the boat. He probably wasn't on good terms with Leon, having fired off his gun and wasted one of his bullets. Mikkish hoped the guy wasn't gonna blow his face off next time they saw each other.

[Assistant]
He should have moved, could HAVE moved but Junior had instructed him clearly, that he should catch it……catch it with his mouth. That sounded fun, slobber was drooping down from his lower lip at the sheer epicness of playing catch with his teeth.

Maybe he'd even get a cool nickname like DD.

David Dog or Dog David.....ooooooooooh OR MAYBE SOMETHING FANCY! Like David THE Dog. He opened his mouth wide but frowned once he noticed his arms and legs were being restrained by....BY....BLACK THINGS!!!

Then his frown only deepened once the two pieces of cars came to a halt just at his feet, like they'd been forcibly stopped. "Awwwwww....WHAT HAPPENED!?" He snorted. He growled concentrating on Hikaru's binds.

It took several moments before of thrashing and pulling before he managed to tear the binds off of himself. "This stuff sure is sticky." He said sticking out his tongue.

"I know about the sticky white stuff but this black stuff, does the black stuff come out of the other end?" He asked viciously yanking his right leg up to break the leg binds.

[User]
"......" Mikkish stood there a moment, staring at David, a disturbed look on his face "Come on, dude. Nobody needs to hear about that." Mikkish said, looking around for whoever was responsible for the black stuff, but being that he was not skilled enough with telepathy, and he wasn't very attentive at times, he had no clue it had been Hikaru.

"Who has the black stuff magic? Cut it out." Mikkish ordered.

[Assistant]
Remliel snarled at Mikkish. "So just because he's a friggin' retard means it's okay for him to try and kill me!? Screw that! I don't care how brain-damaged he is, if he wants a fight then I'll be more than glad to give him one!"

She was just about to make good on her word, when she witnessed David being bound by dark, slimy things. Her face crumpled into a disgusted grimace as she listened to David. "Eugh, gods you're disgusting. All the more reason to beat the shit out of you I suppose. Now . . ."

The short girl looked around. Letting her intuition decide for her, she stared pointedly at Hikaru. "Hey, girl, you've made a good impression on me so far, so don't screw it up now," she said audibly. Why did she decide it was Hikaru? One really compelling reason was that she was the only one that was actively keeping a safe distance away. Everyone else was either trying to get closer or get farther, but she just stood there. Another reason was that her expression was too relaxed. Everyone else was shocked or panicked or annoyed, but not her. "Release scrambled-egg for brains here, unless you're wanting to join the fight too, then don't blame me if I go after you next."

[User]
Mikkish turned to look at whoever Remliel was talking to. It was the same "badass" girl from the boat. The one with long red hair, and an air of mystery about her. Mikkish might have been stuck there, staring at Hikaru if it wasn't for the mob of students snapping him back to reality.

"Those two are trying to kill a mental handicap. Lets kick their ass!" One of them yelled, referring to Remliel and Mikkish as the targets of their assault.

"This will be fun." Mikkish muttered to himself.

He dashed into a guy, too fast for the guy to realize what was happening, and punched him so hard he went flying head first into a large tree. Like a pinball, Mikkish dashed immediately away from the student he knocked out and at his next victim. This one was more prepared, but it made little difference. He was also knowledgeable in physical buff as well as how to fist fight, and after a lightning quick exchange of heavy blows, much like you might see in Dragon Ball Z, the student crashed to the ground, kicking up dirt. Before Mikkish could dash off to his next victim, however, he discovered his legs, knee down, were encased in solid ice. Despite the heat, it was so strong, Mikkish struggled to break free despite his own physical buff knowledge. It was clearly the work of an ice mage among the student mob, probably one more experienced than Mikkish, Remliel, David, or any of the new group of students.

[Assistant]
Just as Finley was trying to stop the thrown vehicle Mikkish stepped in. She pulled her energy back in and took a deep breath, glad that he stepped in when he did. She watched the conversation ensue. Someone knew black magic? The red haired girl? Her eyes danced over the faces of the four gifted beings. Watching them made a smirk pull at the corner of her full lips.

She was lost in thought when the first student attacked Mikkish. Surely one of the others down there would help. The group of newcomers she had arrived with were sure making a name for themselves- she thought silently as she stood next to her new roommate she had just met. Finley looked down to see Mikkish have his eggs encompassed in ice. She didn't know of she could help, what if she burned him? She should just stay here. She was sure 3rd degree burns would hurt much worse than a few bruises from getting punched or kicked.


[System]
Appearance:

Age:15
Ability: Death Inducement, mind reading

Personality: She keeps to herself and loves to write, but most of the stuff she writes about is quite disturbing so no one gets farther than a chapter. She likes to talk to people and she used to be on her school's speech team until she caused a judge to die because they gave her a higher score than she should have gotten because he thought she was pretty. She doesn't like when people don't play fair. So she doesn't play or watch sports. She likes music, mostly pop punk. She likes the sounds of moving water especially rain and streams.

Other: She can play the violin. She killed her parents after she found out they were scamming people on the internet for credit cards. She also does not like to kill people but will if necessary, animals are also included under the same circumstances.

[User]
[@everyone at the dorm hallways]
Tamashii
Mr. Fellows walked up to the dorm hall. He looked to Joshua, Avary and Shadow. "I'm sorry children, the even if you two are siblings, the rule still stands. Joshua will help you two find rooms that I'm sure you'll be happy with."

Shadow gulped. She started looking around to find a possible roommate. She saw a girl around her age. She walked over to her. "U-uh, hi. My name's Shadow, do you have a roommate yet?"

[Assistant] " H-hello! I'm S-Skyler, and I c-currently don't h-have one. " she responded. Letting the water droplets fall down on to the floor, she looked at Shadow.

[User] "So, do you wanna be roommates together?" She asked quietly. She honestly didn't know who else to ask, as Skylar was the only other person close to her age that she could see.

[Assistant]
@Framing A Moose
" S-sorry, but n-no" she responded quietly. Skyler quickly cast a nervous glance towards the room Soul chose."I w-was about to a-ask s-someone. Sorry o-once again! " Skyler said.

She fastly walked towards the room Soul resided in. " Would you mind if I r-roomed with you? " she asked quietly and nervously.

[User] "I-I understand." She said to Skyler. She looked around but doubted anyone would want to room with her.

[Assistant]
Joshua Tamashii
@Overlord24@Nikki Moonlight

"No Ryu, her friends are not on a rampage. I just having you in there while this young lady goes in. If Amelia does for some reason get upset, it'll be good to have you in there. Sides, maybe you can also get her to join us for supper. Would be nice to get the little tyke out of her room." Joshua said before leading Rin over to the room. He opened it and let her in Ryu in before turning to the rest in the group. He moved over to Shadow and offered a hand out to her with a kind smile. "Don't be so nervous. We'll find you someone to be with. If we can't, you get a room all to yourself. Don't worry though, we'll make sure your comfortable with whoever you're with, or not with. If you want, I can introduce you to someone. She's very friendly, maybe a bit too energetic, but a good person. She also likes water... a lot. If you enjoy swimming, you'll like her."

Amelia Averyonna
@Nikki Moonlight

When Rin and Ryu entered the room, it was definitely dark. Not a single light was on and the blinds where shut over any window that was present. The only lights in the room came from it only occupant, a young girl about Shadow's age sitting on a bed. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. From her back spouted two, skeletal 'wings' with six crystals, from which the dim lighting came. When the two came in, the girl raised her head slightly before lowering it again, resuming her staring at the ground, paying absolutely no mind to the other two who were now in domain.

Oddly, the shadows around her seemed to shift and move closer to her and a low growl filled the air, a warning to the trespassers.

[User]
Ryu VanIsis
Moonlight@Joshua Tamashii

"And this couldn't wait till later...fine I will do this...I hope she is in a good mood"he mentioned before looking at Rin "you need to learn to show emotion...this one needs to know you are kind"he replied seeing a blank aura around Rin. He stretched before stepping into the pitch black room. He watched listening to the growl "don't move...one of her friends are out..."he said to Rin before taking a few steps before stopping *Hello ms. Amelia...how are you feeding today? I was wondering if you would like to come out for supper tonight with me. Oh also I am here to ask if you wouldn't mind having a roommate it must be incredibly lonely being here with only your guardians"he said gently to the girl

[Assistant]
@Roseletta

Kaoru guess Amaya will pick the room or to her it did not matter who choose the room. Sonic is rubbing up against her ankles purring. "Mr. Fellows, can we have more have more than two people to a room?" She ask as she mewls to Soji stop bothering people.

[User]
He put a hand on his chin thinking. "I guess it couldn't hurt." He told her. "Yes, I believe that could work, just remember that your roomate may be permanent, so choose wisely."
Tamashii
Shadow nodded. "OK. What's her name?" She asked Joshua. If she was able to get a good roommate, then this might not be so bad.

[Assistant]
Tamashii@Joshua Tamashii

Rin's aura seemed to change immediately to one of gentleness and kindness the second she saw the young girl sitting there. She always got this way around children. Never those her own age or older. Rin, for once, smiled gently. She looked at the guardian and smiled a little. The guardian was made of....something. She watched.

[User]
Joshua Tamashii@Overlord24

"Her name is Elyse. Do you remember the woman who passed by us in the entrance hall, Miss Rose? Elyse is her daughter. The two share a room together but I'm sure they won't mind if you stay with them for a bit, until you're more comfortable. Rose is one of the kindest people here and Elyse is, as I said, very friendly." Joshua said, holding out a hand for Shadow to take. "Would you like to meet Elyse? I can guess where she is. If we're lucky, we'll find Rose too."

He hoped he was able to comfort the girl and help her relax, though she seemed so nervous, he had to wonder how much success he was having.

Amelia Averyonna and ???
@Nikki Moonlight

Amelia didn't reply to Ryu in the slightest, but her friend certainly did. The shadows in the room grew darker and moved to converge in front of Ryu. The mass of darkness rose up, forming a creature which moved until it's face was in Ryu's. It examined him for a second before beginning to move in circles around him.
"We know you. You helped calm the Mistress. Emotion manipulator." It said in a voice that came out like an echoey hiss. "She remembers you. Likes you... She will join you. But, we need not warn you, do we?"

Done with Ryu, the creature floated over to Rin, examining her briefly before letting out an angry hiss and recoiling a bit.
"There is light in this one. Blessed by the light." It said before moving closer again. "But we sense much darkness in her as well. A duality."

Done with her, it moved back over to Amelia and leaned in, whispering to her. The girl finally moved again, giving a slight nod. The creature moved back over to Rin and Ryu and looked at them.
"You are allowed to stay. Tread carefully." It said before sinking back into the shadows. It was no longer physically there, but one could still feel it's presence, watching them carefully.

[Assistant]
In the short time that Souls spent relaxing alone in her new room, laying in her comfortable new bed, she felt her negative emotions start to mellow down a bit, signifying that the old holy fucker had evened the playing field a little. The headache was still a bitch though. But after those few minutes of listening to the muffled noises of voices outside her room, drifting off into a meditative sleep, she heard her door creak open.

"Would you mind if I r-roomed with you?" she heard a soft voice call out to her. After a moment, Souls pushed herself into a semi-sitting, semi-laying position, her elbows propping her upper body up, to see who was addressing her. There, in her doorway, she saw a timid looking little girl with short brown hair.

"Shit, kid, are ya sure?" she asked skeptically. "I mean, seriously, after the giant ball of ass fuckery I pulled this morning? Do ya really have no better options?" And after a few moments of hesitation, Souls added, "Whelp, if you really want, sure, come on in. Make yourself at home." With that, Souls's elbows lowered her back into a laying position

[User] Skyler nodded and walked over to the bed on the right. Opening her suitcase, she began silently taking out some sketchbooks along with pencils. After placing them in her drawer, she quickly slipped the suitcase under the bed. Sitting down on her bed, she summoned a ball of water and played with it.

[Assistant]
Tamashii

Rin blinked as the guardian examined her. Her lips twitched as she was allowed to stay, her aura still strangely gentle and caring. She said to the guardian, "I promise I won't hurt her."

[User] Ignore please)

[Assistant] Jessica stood off to the side and waited as the other students picked roommates. She didn't really care who or if she got roomed with anyone. She just hoped the room was in better shape than the apartment she owned before she came here. And that there would be enough room for her posters.

[User] Blade looked just glanced he rather not have a roommate

[Assistant] Kaoru enters a room hoping this is a good room, she hopes Amaya still wants to room with her. She jumps onto a bed and it is diffrent than sleeping on the floor. She slips her bag off her shoulders. She feels a bit sad as she did not bring enough clothes or anything to put on the walls. "Soji do not steal anything during the night. I figure something out to obtain more clothes." Soji mewsas he explores the room.

[User]
Jessica peeped into Kaoru's room
"hey, would you happen to have a roommate yet? Because it seems like everyone has so far has one but me."
it looked like the room had more than enough space for her posters on even one of the walls.

[Assistant]
Amaya Yashia
@Alisdragon911

Amaya smiled seeing that the two tailed cat meowed in appreciation of the muffins as she smiled petting it gently listening

Ryu Vanisis
Moonlight@Joshua Tamashii

"No..Thank you Rin, it took even me awhile to get Amelia to even trust me enough to even step foot in here without one of her guardians trying to tear me and others to shreds to protect her. I am surprised how you two are friends and how you actually got her to accept you so well and I can tell you haven't experienced the emotion of happiness in a very very long time...Amelia...Do you still want me to wait or would you like me to leave till dinner?" he asked having a feeling with how he could see from Tim's and Amelia's aura's that he might not need to stay like he thought

[User]
Jessica smiled,
"Thanks! It seemed like I was going to be alone for a bit."
She knew if she had to she would have been fine, but she had been alone for long enough. It was time to be around people.

[Assistant]
Amelia Averyonna@Roseletta@Nikki Moonlight

On the bed that she sat on, Amelia who had yet to move in the slightest, finally got up, flinching a bit from how stiff she felt due to sitting still on it all day. She moved over to Ryu and gently grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly before looking over at Rin nervously.
"Stay. Please." She said, looking up to Ryu then over at Rin before hiding behind Ryu. She was allowing the other girl to stay but that didn't mean she wasn't scared of Rin. The young six year old was incredibly shy around newcomers.

[User]
Tamashii@Roseletta

Rin sighed softly. But her aura still radiated gentleness to Amelia. "Miss Amelia, I know I scare you a bit...But I promise...you don't need to be scared. I don't hurt those younger than me. Only those who would hurt you."

[Assistant]
Ryu VanIsis
Tamashii@Nikki Moonlight

" alright I will stay but I do need to go get out of my pjays and dressed for the day ..How about we start with you both introducing yourselves and how about we tell about things we like?" he said hoping to get Amelia a little more comfortable with Rin in the room

[User]
Amelia Averyonna
@Nikki Moonlight

Amelia watched Rin as the girl spoke. Her wings folded behind her back and she slowly came out from behind Ryu, but still stuck very close to him. When he suggested introducing herself, she hid behind him again before speaking.
"I'm.... I'm Amelia Averyonna." she said in a barely audible voice.

[Assistant]
Tamashii@Roseletta

Rin smiled a little. "My name is Rin Kawamura. It's very nice to meet you and your guardians."

[User]
@Roseletta

"More the merrier, pick a bed." Kaoru said she as her fluffy tail swishes happily behind her. Soji sniffs out Amaya as he mews happy as his master have roommates. "I am sorry if any of your stuff goes missing," she apologize in advance as Soji is poking through one of Amaya's bags.

[Assistant]
"Well at least we will know where to start looking," Jessica said as she set her bags on one of the three beds.
"And your welcome to borrow my stuff anyway."


[System]
Metroid Final Protocol
Alias: "the bounty miner"
Age: 127
Gender: male
Species: Vergisian
Occupation: bounty hunter
Residence: Ferra IV (made up planet, obviously)
A desert planet, with harsh environments and often sandstorms on the surface. The rich minerals hidden under the surface lead a patch of Vergisians to settle on this planet, creating countless mining sites over the planet.

Physical Description:
Vergisians are bipedal species with the physique of comparably short adult humans, standing around 150~160cm. They have six fingers(think if it as having an extra thumb on the other side), which are perfect for complex, accurate movements. The group Vekt is a part of is a tribe that moved over to Ferra IV not long before they were discovered by the Galactic Federation(which dates far back from current day). They have pale grey skin, similar to the ones of zombies from certain movies. Their eyes have vertical pupils. Except for that their physical traits are nearly the exact same to humans- only stronger and easier to survive in extreme conditions. They lived on the planet, mining minerals that were mostly sent back home. Before the species officially joined the Federation and went under their protection the planet had to suffer from various attacks eyeing the precious resources, including the infamous Space Pirates and many rogues who seeked to loot them. This resulted in the Vergesians to excel not only in mining, but in improvised weaponries.

Vekt is a Vergisian standing at 156 cm, which is a bit taller than Vergisian average(154 cm). He has little scars here and there on his arms, especially on his right one. He is missing a thumb on his right hand, which is replaced by a robotic one.

Personality:
Calm, yet reckless in some situations. Vekt can remain calm even in the face of death after years of mining and fighting experiences. This also allows him to make extreme choices without hesitation, sometimes seeming selfless. He is also a fluent coworker, able to cooperate with most types of people and species.
The problem would be his wisdom. Vekt may be a decent fighter with the skill to craft a handful of improvised explosives to chuck at unsuspecting enemies, but he's not a mastermind at planning things. Without aid of his friendlies he may easily walk into traps without suspicion and hesitation.

Equipment/Cabilities:
-Powered suit, Ferra IV style:
A powered suit modified by Vekt for "various uses", originally designed for Vergisians that operated in space to repair the mineral transporting vessels, and, sometimes, engage any hostiles that try to approach the ship. It has life support system and multiple propulsion engines on the limbs and back.

-Modified energy tool:
A modified mining multitool, so that it fits more for combat purposes. It is a wrist mounted retractable metal blade with an operating handle(like a baton fixed to your arm with a blade on it), able to be powered with energy to slice through most types of metal known to the Federation. While in that state the blade can be used to shoot energy projectile by rapidly vibrating. Can shoot a beam of energy for a short moment when it is charged enough. Can also be used for welding, but requires metal rods to do so effectively.

-Vergesian minor class gunship:
A small Vergesian gunship, ideal for 1~2 pilots. Vekt modified it so it could withstand long voyages, and added various features such as crude med bay, workspace for crafting weaponry and stuff, scanner, and a cloaking system.

-IED's:
Sometimes mining business requires high powered explosives, and Ferra IV wasn't an exception. Using knowledge earned on his homeworld, Vekt is capable of using IED's, varying in power and effects depending on what resources he's given to make them with.

History:
Vekt was born to a miner family, like all others on Ferra IV. He went deep down the surface, mined minerals out of hard, worthless rocks, and moved on to space where he guarded his tribe's transport vessels.
He would've ended as an ordinary Vergisian if he lived this way, but things changed a bit. His hometown ran into a small crisis, when a group of bandits raided their village and looted them quite bad. Many were wounded, with great loss in their finaces. Vekt volunteered as a bounty hunter hired by the Federation, to help his village live on.
He settled as a skilled bounty hunter later on, utilizing the crude yet deadly tools he had acquired from his homeworld, to hunt down his bounty.

[User]
Kaze's crimson eyes cut towards the space marine. The suited man was still several feet shorter than him. He got between him and Amber, human machismo was very amusing, and started trying to push the draconic man away from Amber. Even though she was the one who invaded his own space to be all haughty and ballsy. Unfortunately for David Kaze wasn't so easy to move, what with being a couple tons of muscle, heavy bones, and just strength. His tail braced while his claws dug into the steel floor slightly, preventing him from being pushed back.

"Tell that to Samus' home being destroyed by that whelp Ridley and his little gang." He replied, he knew about the young woman's background. Hell he had followed what Ridley had done for years. "As for her being a traitor...she has no allegiance to the Federation. She's a bounty hunter just like me and only has to follow your laws while in Federation space. You lot have no hold on her at all." He growled out as he stood back up to his normal height. He should have stopped the little pissing contest a while ago but now it was just amusing.

[Assistant]
Kathrine Vale-

"She's done a lot of work for the Federation before, though, it's odd that Samus would just up and disappear with a job unfinished, isn't it?" Kat spoke up once more. "I mean, everything I've ever heard about her speaks to a woman who doesn't do things in half measures."

She perked up a bit, her stance getting a little less relaxed.

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Admiral Garrett was going to correct the dragon himself on what he thought the facts were, but before he could, one of his own people started to do so already. Then, the arguments started up. Was Samus really at fault? Was Samus really accountable? Blah blah blah blah BLAH! On and on, like they were a row of politicians! Even with another one of the prospectives arriving - albeit late - this was showing no signs of abating. Garrett finally interjected...

"SHUT UP!"

...using the mic embedded in his collar that was synched up with the room's speaker system.

"You are not here for your unfounded opinions. You are here to receive mission directives and intel, and then to carry out said mission. For the record, the Zebesian population is NOT depleted. It is my branch's duty to learn these things and keep track of them so that we know they need to be eliminated. So, in case you were thinking you won't be attacked by Space Pirates, you might be attacked by Space Pirates. Deal with it! And on the subject of Samus Aran, when found, you will apprehend her and bring her to a Federation research station where you will turn her over to an armed escort to begin the generation of Metroid gene structure. She is required for the cure and she will not give herself over, so she must be taken in. End of story."

It was about this time that the Admiral noted that the bounty hunter with the skull motif had left the room. He'd be picked up by security. So, with that particular scene out of the way, Garrett was moving on, and he was not having anymore of these outbursts. He began to resume a stern-but-calm mode of speech to the group.

"Now then, perhaps you're all wondering how YOU are going to survive the X, since we don't have innoculations for you. This mission would be suicide if we hadn't been thinking of alternate ways to deal with the X from the word GO. Apart from your own equipment, you will each be given new quarantine field belts, which will repel infectious entities from you. We are developing this for use on a large scale, but that will take time, which is why you must certainly disrupt X-related activities, otherwise they might attack the core worlds o the Federation, each planet with many-times greater populations than any colony world. They are adjustable, will protect powered armor suits as much as yourself, and may be hooked into additional power supplies to extend their use."

Images on all the holo-screens changed to images of the belts, diagrams of its fields in effect, and so on.

"This field has successfully stopped all other pathogens while in effect. It will protect you against the X. However, the shield's power will lower against direct attack, and it will collapse if the device itself becomes damage, though they are water-proof, vacuum-proof, and insulated. They cannot protect you against attacks, only being infected BY attacks, and when they run out, that's your ass, so don't waste it."

And now, the main image changed to that of a particular star chart. It's importance should be without question.

It was the SR System in which the Metroids AND the X Parasites originated. This was a tactical chart of the system, showing the effect that the scorching of SR-388 and a sudden loss of mass in the entire planet was having on the area around it.

"It just so happens that we have a viable lead for you all to start with, although you may decide to attempt to determine the next target of attack ahead of time and intercept it. Good luck with that. Whatever intellect the intellect the X are playing with - probably human intellect - it hasn't made them logical or predictable. At any rate, this is SR-388 as it is now, a big fireball surrounding a dead, half-destroyed world. No life is on that planet now, guaranteed. Not unless it burrowed VERY deep. However, the neighboring planet designated SR-387 does support life. We know, because we stationed a remote outpost there long before placing the BSL Station in orbit around 388, designed to keep tabs on the system itself and to determine if anything like Metroids existed there, as well. No dice, obviously, but they will have intel on local activities, including how the X managed to leave the planet or the station. The only problem is that we have lost contact, which almost-certainly indicates an infestation on planet SR-387."

He paused, and with some deliberation, said...

"Are there any relevent and constructive questions before I send you to collect the rest of your team?"

Huh? 'Rest of your team'? You mean there's more? Why aren't they here?

[Assistant]
Kathrine Vale-

"I have one, actually," She stood up a bit straighter, "Should Samus do her whole.....Samus thing, and we can't catch her, should we be aiming to bring in biological material from her at least? Blood samples and the like?" She paused, "If she has those Metroid cells in her and all, even that should prove useful, right?"

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@FalloutJack

"Watch it what ya say about the marines, Were doing a damn good job at keeping scumbags like you away form the innocent civilians" He said making a motion with his hand like the evil eye a grandmother would make but sideways pointing at the dragon like creature. Shutting up when his leader spoke up and listened to the rest of the briefing, Taking in the all the information he was glad the pointdexters at R&D would make such a handy device for them. "No questions boss let's go get this girl and go get the cure" He said just wanting to do the job and get Samus.

Wither she wants to come quietly or not was her choice, As David was glad to do things the hard way of getting Samus. He was going to have enjoy doing it the hard way to get Samus to come with them, Looking over at Amber and moving beside her looking down at her. "Don't worry i got your back" He said to her smiling behind his heavy helmet for his suit.

[Assistant]
Kathrine Vale

It's a good thing I'm wearing this helmet, I might choke on all this machismo otherwise.

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''No allegiance to the federation...what about her species?'' Amber mumbled to herself, very silently, as she turned back to her commander right before he brought about silence and order. To the large marine who walked right beside her, she motioned a small appreciation nod with her head. Mostly for the sake of politeness, but she also didn't want to be at cold with all of her future teammates. If that big dragon was to dislike her for her lack of restraint, Amber felt like it was a good idea to have the other giant beside her. Just in case...

The scientist took a careful look at the system's map. Again, the spread of the X was astonishing - it never failed to amaze her. As well as deeply scare her, which was reassuring considering her unhealthy interest in such a virus. The field they were given was also of interest, but she was no engineer and not all that interested in how the tech functioned. She would have to wait to actually come in contact with the X to see what kind of effect it had on it, and what reaction the X would have towards the shield.

''Sir. Do you know if, by any chance, any form of data was saved from SR-388 Oribtal station and safeguarded on the SR-387 outpost? On top of the observation note of the events that transpired on the neighboring world, I mean. I would really love to take a look - and bring back - at some of the researches notes the scientists there gathered on the X and the Metroids.''

[Assistant]
Kaze's ears reflexively folded just as the blare of the mic popped up. His crimson eyes turned towards the other elder of the room. "Didn't need to shout." He stated, no one had been yelling or even raising their voice. At least the man had just used a mic and shouted. His own people would have just slugged you and let you know certain shit wasn't going to fly. The marine decided to say something stupid which only earned him a rather feral grin. "And yet it's 'scumbags' like me who do your dirty work because you're fully incapable of doing it..." He murmured to the smaller man in his clunky looking armor.

The admiral finally got on to saying a full briefing and mentioned other squad members. That piqued his interest. "No questions about the mission itself. But other people are coming with us?" He questioned. He figured a small group would be going not a large one. Too many people tended to make a mess of things, it's part of the reason why he tended to work solo or just with one other person who was more technologic than himself.

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Vekt stayed in his chair without a word escaping his mouth as always. There were conversations going on about things he had no idea about. And things he dared not to join in discussing. He silently went through the steps of making a bundle of dynamite, and mimed a little mushroom cloud. Hopefully they could start going on their way. Like now.
"..."
He wondered if he could find anything to make some new combination of explosives with.


[System]
The River

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Nicknames/Aliases
Morg, "M", Soon
Age
19
Gender
Male, but dresses in an androgynous manner
Rune/Location
Laguz, located on his chest (right over his heart)
Rune Powers
-Healing the sick
-Closing wounds and healing injured
-Feeling another's emotions
Description
Morgan stands short and underweight for a boy, at 5'7" and 130 pounds. He is skinny, and a few of his ribs can be seen if you really look. He has dark brown hair, which fades into blonde. The reason for this type of natural hair is unknown. He has sea foam coloured eyes, and a strangely shaped face. When he speaks, his voice is in between feminine and masculine.
Personality
Morgan speaks only when he deems it necessary, choosing to rather stay out of problems if he can. Of course, that all changed when the Rune appeared on his chest. When he does though, he can be sassy and is straight to the point. He rarely jokes and appears to be a rather morbid individual. Surprisingly, he is easy to make friends/get along with.
Skills
+Cooking
+Martial arts
+Daggers
+Gymnastics
+Fair memory
Weaknesses
-Cares too much for others well-being, more so than his own
-He has many medical problems, including anorexia, insomnia, depression, OCD, and anxiety
-A seemingly "scared" person in general
Brief Backstory
Morgan did not have the most fortunate of lives. He was born and raised in San Fransisco. When he was five years old, his parents split. He was given custody to his mother. He spent most of his time with his mother who was also quiet like him, yet loving. But he also spent time with his father. Both loved him unconditionally, so Morgan always wondered why they had split up. His parents remained in contact and good friends, but just not married. He developed a strong connection with the both of them. Five years later, his father was been diagnosed with stage-four brain cancer.

He spent as much time as possible with his father after that, adventuring the world with him for two years. Doctors had told them that he had five years left. He did not. A few days after returning home from their world tour, Morgan's father was admitted to the ER. He passed away at age forty-seven. His mother slipped into a very deep depression. Morgan lost both of his parents that day.

It only got worse for Morgan. Throughout his teen years, he had to manage a very busy lifestyle. He went to school, ran track there, worked two jobs, took gymnastics and martial arts, and took care of his mother. He barely got time for himself. When he did though, he learned some things. He learned that he liked to wear dresses and skirts, and he didn't care what anyone else thought. He learned that he didn't care the gender of others. He learned guitar and to sing.

He rarely took care of himself but through multiple doctor's visits, he was diagnosed with insomnia, anorexia, depression, OCD, and anxiety disorder. He wouldn't let it get him down though; he just focused on helping others. Even though he didn't have much time, he dedicated some to volunteering at children's hospitals and other such places.
Misc
-He does not care the gender of those he dates
-He is a vegetarian
-He is lactose intolerant
-He likes to wear skirts and dress (and other "feminine" clothing)
-He got the name "Soon" because he'd always put off on things in school and at work

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The jotun had sprung to its feet just as Amity collided with it, sending the creature into a wall with an impact that shook the building and dislodged chunks of brick. It rose again quickly with a feral snarl and turned its crimson gaze on Amity. It looked from her, to the sword, and back to her, before dashing forwards with alarming speed and swiping at the Uruz rune's head with enough force to split open concrete. Her aim might have stood some change of landing true, had the explosion not shaken the place, throwing her off her mark with its force.

Flames poured through the room, surrounding the jotun, who was, as one of the children of fire, both unharmed and unfazed by it. The flames ate away at patches of the top she wore, leaving more of the greyish, fractured-looking skin. The crack-like markings seemed to glow dull red in the scorched room. The heat had all but cauterized the wound across its upper arm, which was now black and sticky. Emobolded by this, the jotun roared and surged forwards, making another swipe at Amity with an intent to grab her. If it could get hold of her then it would be over.

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Complete chaos. Rather than wait for Clifton or Madison to give the order, runes from teams had already broken formation and run towards the danger. She moved to call after them, but the moment the first cleared the window.

Boom. In a split second Oren could feel it. Feel the rune on her back seem to flicker and diminish a little, like a candle in a bell jar. Algiz was dead.

She was not the only one. At least one more body lay like a broken toy far from the point of the blast.

Her remaining teammate was looking toward her, about to take the next route into the current vortex of death that was the burning house. Sowilo rune could protect you from the fiery death that had consumed Silvarae and Volkir. But there was not a lot it could do about getting crushed by a collapsing ceiling. Not to mention they were now working at half capacity with one of Heimdall dead and the Aett Field diminished.

The woman spoke up, shouting over the roar of fire.
"Listen! If you don't want to end up like that then you don't go in and you do as I say!"

"Ansuz. Kenaz. You don't feel a change, right? Your power does not feel diminished? If so you're the only ones with a full aett right now and you need to make use of it. We have to lure the jotun outside. As long as it's in there, it has the advantage and the hazards of the environment are more likely to kill us than the jotun is. Kenaz, do you think you can create an illusory raid in there, let it think its cover is gone? Ansuz. Try and work out what the hell is going on in there and where it's going to breach. Be ready because when it does it's coming out fast. Sowilo, going to need you repressing the jotun's fire when it breaks out. House is a lost cause at this point. Laguz hang back. At this rate we're going to need you. Berkano? Where's Berkano- SHIT!"

As she tried to locate the rune needed for using roots to prop the house exactly what she feared happened and the house gave a drunken lurch as the side that had just exploded began to collapse under its own weight. The Isa rune broke into a run forwards and extended her hand towards the crumbling wall. The cracks and charred gaps of exposed masonry of the building glimmered merrily against the flames as weaved through the cracks and locked it in place like mortar. She stopped next to the broken body of her former teammate, stepping over it as if it were a potato sack. Her steely grey gaze was all on the house. The constant heat from the fire was going to be fast eroding her improvised prop, and the house's water supply was already compromised, so she was struggling to pull anything to work with from the dry air. She had no idea how long she could keep this up, but it wasn't long.

"Uruz! If you are still alive then get the fuck out of that house!" she shouted over the roar of the fire. Almost out of water. Almost out of time. Unless. She extended a hand out toward Silvarae's body, or more accurately, the pool of blood that surrounded the bearer of Algiz. It began to collect from the ground and bend to the Isa user's will, collecting into a cloud of icy crystals before being directed into the collapsing wall, now tinted a cheery pink by its content. Waste not want not.

Having done this, she turned to look back at the remaining members of the runes.
"Get to it."

[Assistant]
Where was Berkano, Oren asked?

Trying to find a way to save the hostages she didn't know were already safe.

Jeddah, like many other runes, had immediately started sprinting across the ash-dusted pavement. Her compassionate nature did not allow her to sit and wait for orders.

Unlike Silvarse, Volkir, and the more fortunate Amity, however, Jeddah did not have the skill and thirst for battle and desensitization to danger woven into the fibers of the muscles that had propelled the others into sheets of flame. She needed to find a safer way in. She couldn't help the helpless if she was dead.

But as she rounded the corner, she spotted a small cluster of people, a few paces down an alley. Some of them were mere teenagers. Some of them had their phones held high.

"I caught it through the window a second ago."
"Oh my - did you see that? Someone else is in there!"

"Hey," Jeddah cried, incredulously jogging to them. "Get out of here. What's wrong with you? Get as far away from here as you can!"

This might have gotten no response if it wasn't for the sudden explosion that rocked the ground and burst windows even here on the other side of the house. The spectators stumbled back and scattered, disappearing around the next corner. Jeddah could hear their shouting fade...in tandem with the flickering of her rune. She pushed her hair out of the way and placed her hand on it. Her stomach was it knots.

One man, however, hadn't moved.

"Hey. Sir," said Jeddah, approaching him with urgency. "You need to leave."

"You're here," he acknowledged with a charming half-smile. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking calm as can be about the fire and chaos.

"Yeah, well, I'm - I'm chosen by the gods," Jeddah said weakly.

"Oh. Well in that case." He didn't move, looking at her like she was a dumb kid playing make believe.

He seemed like a real douche canoe, but that didn't mean Jeddah wasn't going to save him from his own stupidity. Sufficiently flustered and annoyed with his smug, terse replies, she looked toward a patch of weeds crowing in the cracks of the cement and coaxed them to shoot upward, growing ten times their length in the space of a second. Then she turned around and showed him the rune on the back of her neck.

Now his curiosity was piqued. He examined the marking, twirling something in his pocketed hand.

Now, Jeddah thought, he would take her seriously. It did not come naturally to the sweet natured girl, but she mustered her most authoritative voice. "You need to get out of here, now, or - "

Those were her last words before cold steel slit deep and clean through corotid, jugular, and trachea.

Spire - Fenrir, Fenris Wolf, Fenrisulfr, but Spire for now - held her up with one arm around her waist and the one with the short combat blade grasped in her hair while she sputtered and gagged and jerked against him, so that he could easily pull her further from the main road while continuing to examine the marking with a calmly satisfied air.

The smell of the bright thick blood cutting theough the scent of the fire and the charred meat and the much closer traces of the coconut soap in her hair was a pleasant distraction from his task, but the berkano rune on her skin was clearly fading, like a trick candle in a strong wind.

It disappeared entirely at the same moment as Jeddah's blood soaked body went entirely limp.

Interesting.

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The ride on the way was silent, each of them thinking to themselves. Morgan stared at his hands, shaking slightly. He didn't want to be here right now, on his way to fight a Jotun. He didn't even want to be a Rune. He just wanted to be home, with his mother. He wanted to be taking care of her, not with this group of older people who all had more useful powers than he did.
They arrived, and Morgan hadn't even noticed it. He shuffled out of the car, his hands grasping each side of the double blade. He felt like maybe he should've used a longer distanced weapon, but he didn't have much experience with that. He'd have to learn because he felt like he was mostly there for defensive purposes.
Everything was flying past him and over his head so quickly, that he couldn't grasp it. So instead, he grasped his blades tighter.

As Morgan stood there trying to comprehend what was happening around him, he heard one of the others yelling for someone to "put it out". As Morgan began to look up, the rush of flame engulfed the building before him and he had to shield his eyes. His heart lurched, hurting so that he stumbled a little. He looked back up, tears stinging his eyes. "Who was in there...," he said at first, not so much a question as a statement. "Who was in there?!" he screamed now, glancing over to Maeve and then his eyes landing on Silvarae's torso. "Oh gods," he muttered under his breath, looking away and around at the others who were standing with him. He heard someone yell for Laguz to hang back. Wasn't that what he had been doing?

Morgan fell to the ground, scraping his hands along the way as he gave out a yell of pain and his heart lurched once more. What was going on?! Had...had both of his other Laguz members...no, he refused to believe it. He wasn't alone, he wasn't, and couldn't be.... But he knew they were. Something in his Rune told him that his fellow Laguz members were dead. Everything had happened so quickly. He couldn't understand any of it. What could he do? How could he be helpful?

Morgan decided that staying out of the way, for now, was his best bet. It took him a moment, but he stood up and watched as other Runes ran towards the building to try and bring the Jotun outside. Tears ran down his cheeks, not by his command, as his subconscious mourned for the two Runes he had barely even known.


[System]
Hey Mick :p
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Species: Gifted Human

Abilities: Since his eleventh birthday Alf is able to see fae creatures. Moreover, in his veins flow sparks of power deriving from nothing less than the norse god of light Baldr (who, actually, was an incredibly powerful summer fae). He is, unfortunately, unaware of these divine abilities and of his heritage passed on by his danish ancestors. Most of his powers lie dormant, still, he is capable with great willforce to shift the light in his field of sight, altering the look of his surroundings. Other than that, he is your average american teen, fond of sports, music and art, friendly to most and with good grades.

Bio: Alf grew up in a lively household, where elements of vitality and creativity came together in a complementary fashion. He therefore appears full of youthful vigor and humor, though his stubbornness and silly behaviour often classify him as immature. He discharges his energy always giving himself something to do, avoiding remaining idle or slacking around when things allow it. In fact, his character is variable, and, depending on the period and his mood, changes form and expression. He doesn't quite know what he wants yet, but neither puts his efforts in discovering it. He manages his life on a week-basis, not always questioning himself about the future, yet searching for long term relationships of any kind. His life rolls by and by, and although this may not be favourable in the long run, he is happy, and thus doesn't question himself. Towards others he is very solar and soft-hearted, even naïve and gullible at times: thanks to this he is surrounded by a decent amount of friends, of whom he has and at the same time hasn't necessity to enjoy the day. He really likes music, especially medieval-ish one, although he is completely incapable of playing any instrument outside of the flute. Creativity and imagination are highly valued by him, characteristics he passionately looks for in every person he meets.

Despite its unlikelihood, Alf managed to live a fairly normal childhood in Valor. His parents, Caroline and John, both originally from Los Angeles, moved in Valor when his mother inherited a rather big property from a distant uncle of hers. They mutually believed the fresh air of the small town would have been the perfect place to raise their first daughter. Good intentions do not always turn out to be such. He was born two years later, and was shortly followed by another sister. With a video-games designer father, an energetic paramedic mother and two overly affectionate sisters, no wonder he was brought up so happy-go-lucky and relaxed. During the first years of his teens, the shock caused by the sudden enrollment in the military of his older sister allowed him to discover his ancestral powers long dormant. Moreover, he realized he could see fae, thing he never shared with anyone, and thus is as of the day unaware that others may as well.

Other details: His nickname is Alfie. He is somewhat thrilled by reversed damsel-in-distress situations. When scared he shrieks like a girl. He is, ironically, scared of spiders, slimy things and filth. He plays soccer, although his skills are definitely meager. Lately, a wood fae has illegally taken up residence in an old oak in front of his window, and often likes to tease him while he studies.

[User]
Ira was just settling into her languid procrastination when she was interrupted by a man's voice. She immediately discarded her half-baked lesson plan, her still-torpid mind grasping at any promise of excitement or salvation from monotonous boredom. She turned her chair and faced the man, extricating herself from her slumped posture and adopting one much more becoming. Absentmindedly flattening her dress, she responded in a voice like bell-chimes, letting tinges of the inferno drip into her timbre. She found it distasteful and vulgar, but evidently some found it impressive or, flames forbid, attractive.

"Indeed we haven't, Wesley. It is a pleasure to finally make your proper acquaintance, especially on the account of such a generous offer. I was afraid that I would go mad from the work. It's happened more than once, in truth." She smiled broadly, and gestured to a spare chair that had been floating around the office for some years no, no-one willing to remove it or claim ownership. Continuing, she spoke again, her eyes never breaking contact in the interim.

"So, you teach art. How are you finding the students, receptive? I've had my share of troubles shaping young minds, as it were, but I would imagine art would be a much more desirable subject for adolescents, isn't it?"

[Assistant]
For most of that class Dakoth had been asleep but he was aware of things around him like the lesson and what it was but he was more over just looking over every single student and judging them learning a bit about them from there actions but he opened his eyes so he wouldn't look like he was slacking off or anything, and everynow and then he kind of glanced over at the pretty girl who everyone called Ira who was talking to their art teacher, Dakoth loved art but he kind of was hitting on Ira but he kept it to himself.

Dakoth started drawing a infant in the palm of a hand that was mottled with stars he thought it symbolized power and birth and the beginning of a legacy.

He looked around and groaned, he couldn't find a clock so he put his hand up probably for the very first time in class he actually would speak to anyone or maybe the beginning.

"Excuse me Sir,"

Dakoth said his voice not very loud but audible enough for a teacher.

"Do you have the time?"

Dakoth noticed probably this was the first time on earth he spoke and his voice sounded weak and shy unlike when he tried to overthrow hell when he bellowed and cackled with evil delight Dakoth thought he should probably make some friends or at least find something in common with someone.

"Oh and what was your name again Sir?"

Dakoth said lightly to the Art teacher he almost sounded like a Dove but he was a Dove from hell, and Dakoth was going to probably man up later.

He waited for the class to laugh at his complete incompetence.

[User]
No answer....Dakoth awoke slumbering against his locker in the hallway where everyone bustled about doing there own things.

"Just a dream!"

Dakota mumbled to himself as he stretched and then got some other school supplies out of his locker and prepared for class.

[Assistant]
It wasn't the ringing of his electronic alarm clock to wake Alf up that morning. Or, any morning at all since last month. It was a wood dryad, who drawn pleasure from shrilling at the very same hour every morning like an off-key bird, yet with a mellifluous voice.
He decided to call her Silly in the end, since she had no names of her own, and mostly because she behaved like a spoiler petty princess. Before the time she took a liking of the Old Jack, the oak his grandfather -called not strangely Jack himself- planted in their garden, he knew very little of fae, and had never seen one so closely. Well, it wasn't like he had remarkable knowledge of the Fae now; mostly, a negative opinion.
That day the unwelcome guest was performing in a series of single tone shrieks with very much expected gusto. Alf laid stretched under his duvet, eyes fully open and mouth reduced to a slit. A sigh would have exhaled in a matter of seconds, if his little sister hadn't entered the room.
She loved to wander whenever possible in her brother's room, and it seemed she had just waken up as well; she was still wearing her pajamas.
'Hey Alex...' he murmured half-dead. He got up, sitting on the side of the bed, and in a slow motion raised his hand to scratch his left eye.
'Man, brother, you glimmer exactly like each morning...' she remarked seemingly uninterested. And here was problem two. For some reason, since the last week, he started shining bright in the middle of the night, and the morning he would find what he called "leftovers". Literally, when he woke up he found his body covered in some sort of oily substance of some sort, most likely, as Silly hypnotized, a magical trace. Fact was he had to wash himself every single morning now to remove that spooky Edward Cullen-likish effect.
Alex exited his room, shouting to their mother he was awake.
'Good morning dustling' greeted a familiar voice from outside the window.
Alf ignored the sound and awkardly stretched his arms in a mixed jointing, yawning and arching his feet fingers at the same time. He had wondered several times how did she manage to speak to him. The thought of her having eaten Old-Jack briefly creeped inside his mind, just to leave it an instant later labeled as "obnoxious thought". He convinced himsef he didn't really care in the end and moved towards his bathroom to wash his face.
A little branch springed up from outdoor, and grew further inside the room until it reached the ceiling. 'You sure put up a good show this night.' said Silly, her voice reseambling tiny wheezings of wind through a closed window 'Did you turn the light off yesterday? The smell coming from your room was absolutely refreshing.' sneered.
Alf squinted his eyes at her. 'Get lost.'
'My my, you are in your rebellious age after all! I guess I'll have to bear with you until you don't leave this house... or this world. Also, nice boxers, kid.' It probably was his imagination, but the cracks in the wood seemed to arch in a malicious grin. He took his clothes from a chair and headed towards the bathroom. Apparently, he got up from the wrong, yet only side of the bed.

After he showered himself, Alf quickly descended the stairs to grab his lunch and something for breakfast. As usual he was alone by then, because both his parents had already left for work and his sister was nowhere to be found. Carefully locking the door behind himself, he came out into the cold air of the proceeding winter. His family cottage was built in the outermost neighbourhood of Valor, the one confining with the usual pinewoods of northern Minnesota, so the town center and the school were quite distant, and required most of the times a lift to be reached in acceptable amounts of time. Lock removed, blue beanie and hoodie's cape set on his head, Alf grabbed his bike from the garage, and headed off to school in absolute tranquility; as he got nearer to the town the houses became more clustered together than before, and the sidewalks bigger and more crowded, sighting several people he knew or had just seen around sometimes. He entered in the cycle lane, turned several corners and passed many blocks, before finally reaching his bland brick school. Ye old colonial building style, not particularly appealing in his opinion. Small american cities like Valor were teeming with these kinds of infrastructures, and thus most lacked of originality.
Locked the bike to the rack on the side of the school, he headed for the secondary entrance that passed through the cafeteria. Like every morning his friends would have sit there waiting for him, discussing... well...
'What's their advantage?' shrilled a female voice on his right. There they were. Although it was crowded and noisy he could have distinguished that witty voice over one thousand.
'Forty-two.' replied a male voice, in a... rather blank tone. He seemed to be containing his own amusement for the sake of a serious conversation.
'Forty-two?!' snapped the girl back. Alf could see her bob-cut light-brown hairs sit perfectly immobile on her chair. Her name was Zane.
'England is definitely better.' said the boy sitting next to her in a marked british accent. That was Derek.
'It isn't' remarked Zane. He gave her a long stare, and stammered, faking an half-witted tone 'I-it certainly is!'
'Isn't.' it hadn't passed a second that she snapped back, arms crossed. 'Try again.' proposed, looking dissatisfied.
'Allright. Pay attention.' replied raising his finger at her and turning his head to the paper, scribbling something.
'Good morning guys.' groaned Alf, crashing on a chair at the same table.
'Look! the early bird has awaken- he seems in a bad mood.' chanted chuckling Zane, grinning snobbishly at him.
'Now that's a rare sight.' said his other friend, joining in the joke without even taking a look over the paper. Those two knew him far better than he knew himself. Smiling, he scratched his eye and lowered his cape.
'It has been a rough-' tried to say, thinking that the two friends' topic had settled.
'Shh, shh. Answer first: England-?' interrupted Derek.
'-or Castile?' completed she, persuasively staring in his eyes.
'-Or perhaps England?' added desperately again, avoiding eye contact with her.
Alf reflected just a second. He already knew how to avoid getting dragged. 'E-U-four, right? Denmark'. He gave both a significant grin.
'Hm, I wasn't expecting that.' remarked wide-eyed Derek.
'Me neither-' she paused. Zane waited, giving an inquisitive look at both her friends. 'Check again.' insisted, turning herself at Derek.
A fine bunch. Odd, awkward, somewhat creepy - well, his "staring" habits and shyness made him exactly as creepy - : those were his lovely friends.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Insectoid - Insectoids are humanoid creatures with heavily insect-like physical features, hence the somewhat obvious name. They are known for being very diverse creatures, possessing a wide variety physical features from extra limbs to sharp horns and spikes on their bodies, though they all tend to have chitin-like skin, antennae, and solid colored eyes. Most of them are lithe but surprisingly hardy, preferring to live in small groups at reclusive, warm locations, such as in deserts or deep within rainforests. They are largely self-sufficient and have a reputation for excellence in craftsmanship and engineering, and are known to fiercely defend their homes. They are also purely carnivorous and are commonly stereotyped as hive-minded barbarians who eat anyone who discovers their camps, which admittedly has some truth behind it. While most Insectoid societies are communal to some degree, though, many support individualism and personal freedoms, and most are amiable to the occasional visitor.

Appearance: A fully fledged Insectoid, Zaira is somewhat tall for her age with a lithe, agile, and shapely body which disguises a decent amount of muscle. Her "skin" is forest green and is composed of chitinous plating like, well, an insect. She has thin lips, somewhat large solid black eyes, no nose or ears, and prominent antennae extending out from under a head of scaly green hair in a short cut, with neon blue-green highlights. She has an extra pair of arms extending from under her shoulders, and she also has a large pair of dragon-fly like wings on her back, which she can use to hover around from place to place. In addition to whatever she happens to be wearing, she'll normally have a pair of headphones hanging around her neck.

Personality: Artistic and intelligent, Zaira was the daughter and the grandaughter of two of the greatest artisans in her town, and is driven by her desire to live up to her legacy. She always dives into every activity and challenge with gusto, eager to learn a new skill or an extra bit of knowledge. She also tends to be easily distracted and overemotional, and her amiable attitude and zaniness tend to annoy those who aren't as used to her spontaneity.

Quirks:
-Zaira enjoys listening to music in her spare time, mostly electro-synthpop stuff.
-Her wings are a lot tougher then they appear, being self-healing and able to cut unprotected skin like glass if they are broken.
-Her movement tends to be a little stiff and twitchy, which gets more noticeable when she's stressing out.
-She has the ability to spew acidic juices from her mouth, but she never uses it because "it's gross and icky".
-She has lived in a secluded Insectoid colony for most of her life and has only had less than a year to explore the modern world before going off to school.

[User]
Fáfnir Iron-claw

Fáfnir blinked. She was floating upside-down. That... that wasn't something you saw every day. Was she a ghost?

Realizing she was staring in a manner most unbecoming of her, she screwed her eyes open and shut, then coughed, clearing her throat. A small candle-flame puffed out of her mouth.

"Yes, I um, get that a lot. Hello, spirit. My name is Fáfnir Iron-claw," she said in a booming voice, regaining her proper posture as she puffed out her chest, hand over her heart. "My father was an admiral in the navy, and I come from a long line of noble dragons. This was to be my first excursion into the heart of the human world, but..."

Her mind raced, trying to think of something appropriate to say now that she'd talked herself into a corner. She felt a cold drop of rain dampen her cap, and shuddered.

"But this abominable weather is making a fool out of me. If I could, I would swallow these blasted clouds whole," she said boastfully. Hopefully that would get her back on track. If they were a ghost, she might at least be able to make one friend. Maybe.

"What of you, spirit? Are you perchance headed to the Academy? If so, I would deign for you to accompany me," she said, flourishing. "The invitation of a dragon is not something to be spurned."

[Assistant]
In front of Daelstadht Academy, a black car with tinted windows drove up and stopped in front of the main entrance. From the driver's seat, a young woman in a black suit, not unlike those one would expect to see from the secret service or personal security, exited the car and moved to the back passenger seat and opened the door.
"Miss Averyonna... Miss Averyonna, it's time to get up." the lady said as she gently shook her passenger.

In the back seat, the young vampire let out a yawn and slowly opened her eyes. She was not used to being awake during the daytime at all. Vampires slept during the day and remained active at night. But the family of vampires that had changed her had enrolled her in an exchange program for some human school that was accepting students of a more... mythical persuasion. So she was working on changing her sleeping habits, though it was a tough process. As she moved to get out of the car, her driver unfolded an umbrella to protect her from the sunlight and handed it to the young girl before going to get Amelia's luggage.

Amelia herself looked around at her surroundings while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. To those who where passing by, she must've made quite a sight. Physically, she looked to be younger then all the students here by around three or four years, with pale skin, bright scarlet eyes, and midlength golden blond hair held back in a ponytail. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt that matched her eyes, a pair of light blue jeans, and a pair of sandals on her feet. Probably the most stand out feature about her though was the pair of wings coming out of her back. The limbs seemed skeletal with six crystals hanging from each wing. Each crystal was a different color: white, red, silver, green, blue, and dark purple.

After her luggage was retrieved, Amelia followed her driver into the school and to one of the staff members that was there to help the new arrivals. As her driver left and the staff member led Amelia to her room while Amelia pulled her luggage along. As they moved through the halls, she glanced around nervously. There were several students already here but for the time being, she didn't interact with them.

Once they had arrived at her room and she had been informed of the orientation, Amelia thanked the staff member before entering her room. Inside, it was completely pitch black but Amelia could see just fine. There seemed to be the basic commodeties, but the one thing she was happy to see was her coffin from back home. It was rather big for someone her size but that was to give her room to sleep on her sides so she wasn't resting on her wings all the time. After taking a few minutes, she had her belongings in their proper places and finally left her room, bringing only her umbrella with her to block out any possible sunlight.

As she moved through the halls, Amelia watched everyone around her. The humans held little interest to her. She had been one, so she knew what she needed to know about them as far as she was concerned. Her interest was in learning the scents of all the other species present. She had no interest in interacting with them for the time being, but knowing each ones scent would e important incase any tried to sneak up on her or she needed to find a member of a particular species.

[User]
Malinal
It was a while after Aelonya recommended her a knife before the thought Ah, shit, I forgot to bring one echoed somewhere in Mali's brain. The experience would be accompanied with a handful of others of a very similar nature over the coming days. For the moment, she still felt confident that she had everything she really needed, and Malinal's alleged demonhood would remain unconfirmed- She passed the question off as a quip.

It was the second mention of the label that finally tipped her off to the fact that the handy lady really didn't have any idea what Malinal was. She let go of the human- They seemed pretty placid, thought Mali personally, and she'd honestly love to hear what kinds of things they'd ask- and tapped her chin with a long finger, thinking. "Oh- Oh, nah, I can't vault planes on my own yet, I'm not old enough. Besides, the round trip up and down again still takes way longer than walking, and I have the absolute nicest legs for that anyway." She spun another little pirouette on a bird-toed heel, still puzzling how to unravel Aelonya's confusion. "Hey, Aelo, are you from Earth or Heaven? You sound just about weird enough to be some kind of Earthling- Seriously, you laugh like a choking turkey- So, uh, I guess you don't see my sisters very often. We're the tzitzimitl." She paused, not really knowing what to explain first, then burst out laughing. "Space skeleton midwives! Bet your species doesn't make nearly such a good band name!"

She'd forgotten to keep walking, but the curtained and strutted building was easily in view, collecting something of a loose crowd. Not familiar with human construction procedures, Mali thought it looked rather out of place alongside the other buildings, but much more fun to climb. She determined to try that out when she saw an opportunity.

[Assistant]
"Well, here we are. Welcome to Daelstadht Academy."

Zaira Sedree extracted herself from the sporty red convertible, stretching out her glossy wings after the long trip and getting a good look at the front doors for the first time. A mixture of apprehension and nausea settled in the bottom of her stomach as her human companion, an older woman in her early 20's wearing a simple tank top and jeans, came around to the trunk to lug the suitcases out. "All right there, Z?" the woman said in the sharp, staccato Insectoid language.

"J-just a little nervous and a lot excited, Ms. Cooper," Zaira stammered.

"I'm not the schoolmaster, Z, just call me Morgan."

"Oh sorry, I keep forgetting," Zaira said with a giggle, before hovering over to help unload the car. Together the pair of them managed to unload the truck and carry Zaira's luggage up to the front door of the academy and prepared to go inside.

"I feel like I'm going to wake up from a very good dream any second now," Zaira admitted at last. "Did you feel this excited on your first day at the academy?"

"Hell no, I hated my old school," Morgan said with an air of disgust. "But I heard this one's pretty good, at least based on how badly my dad tried to get you in on this."

"Oh yes, because my father saved your dad's life when he was lost in Bangledesh, right?"

"And he hasn't shut up about it since," Morgan uttered disdainfully, shouldering the door open and ushering her inside. Following behind her at a snail's pace, Zaira took in all the sights and sounds of the new students coming and going. There were a lot of humans like Morgan, but there were many others coated with scales and fur and with all sorts of strange looks to them. Confined to her small town for much of her life, Zaira didn't know what any of them were called, and desperately wanted to learn what they were. Soon she came to the pleasant realization that a lot of the other students were staring back at her, some with amusement or annoyance but some with the same sense of wonder as she was. Zaira grinned, and in her happiness she took off from the ground and started hovering instead of walking, her wings fluttering rapidly. She came down quickly though, since the weight of two heavy suitcases was a bit too heavy to allow for long-term flying, at least at her age.

"Zaira Sedree?" came a stern yet soothing voice from nearby. Zaira and Morgan turned to look at an official looking woman striding towards them dressed in a forest green tunic and dress pants and a clipboard in her hand. A tall woman with a stern, matronly look to her, she was entirely bald with yellow, chitinous skin like an Insectoid, but with piercing yellow eyes to match her skin tone instead of the usual pure black. When she opened her mouth to speak, Zaira caught a glimpse of her sharpened teeth as well.

"Ooh, I see we had to repeat a year or two," the woman said to Morgan, a lilting tone of sarcasm hidden in her voice.

"Repeat a...HEY, I'm not the student, she is!" Morgan said indignantly, jerking her head in the Insectoid girl's direction. The woman fixed her eyes on Zaira as the younger girl began a well-rehearsed speech.

"Hello, my name is Zaira Sedree," she said cautiously but firmly. "I'm from the town of Narruz-Xan in Southeast Asia and I am very happy to be attending Daelstadht Academy!"

"How long have you been speaking English, Ms. Sedree?" the woman asked her.

"Er....about five months, ma'am."

"I see. Very impressive," the woman said with a reassuring smile, making a note on her clipboard. "In response to your question, we will be meeting shortly for an orientation in the Eastern Dormitory common room. Do you need help with your luggage?"

"No, thank you, I only have the four suitcases, one for each hand. Nothing I am unable to handle."

"Very well then, I'll see you in the common room shortly, Ms. Sedree."

"Did you see that? I totally conquered humanspeak!" Zaira said excitedly to Morgan as the woman walked off to speak to another student.

"Little trouble with the genders, but otherwise, yeah you went Genghis Khan on the English language," Morgan mused, setting down a suitcase to reach into her pocket. "Got something for you, by the way. A little first day present from me and dad."

"Ooh, what is it?" Zaira asked eagerly, looking over the small rectangular device Morgan handed to her.

"It's a combination music player and a phone, in case you need to call us for anything," Morgan explained. "Dad hid some headphones in your suitcase and I loaded that with some songs I think you would like."

"Thank you so much!" Zaira said, barely able to contain her enthusiasm as the pair of them hugged before Morgan handed off the suitcases to her and started for the exit.

"We'll call you in a week to see how you're getting along," Morgan shouted as she departed. "Walk with the ancestors, daughter of Zhia!"

"Cheerio!" Zaira called after her in English, pleased that Morgan had finally gotten the formal Insectoid goodbye correct without descending into a coughing fit. Taking a suitcase in each hand with only a little difficulty, Zaira began to scurry towards the East Dormitories.


[System]
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Age: 28
Universe: Crusader: No Remorse/Regret
Occupation: W.E.C Silencer
Personality: Reserved, quick witted, fearless and practical - these are the summary words used to describe your typical Silencer, an enigmatic super soldier in the employ of the World Economic Consortium. Emotions have little role in such an occupation, and extreme military discipline rules the day.
Weapons:* RP-32 Pacifist Assault Rifle
* BA-41 Peacemaker
* Spider Bombs

Skills* Master of modern and near-future ranged weaponry. (Including laser-based weapons).
* Advanced combat and tactics training.
* Familiar with computer systems (Medium hacking potential.)
* Trained in the use of heavy explosives.

Powers:* Psych Conditioned (Repressed emotions/Robotic thought process)
* Super Soldier (Some genetic enhancements, allowing quicker than average reaction speed)
* Armour made of rigid-polanium plastic-armor plates. (Can take a good pounding from small arms fire)

Other* Memory erased. Has no recollections of background or personal connections beyond his activation as a W.E.C Silencer.
* Trained from a very young age to be a Silencer.
* Efficient killing machine; the best of the best in his respective Universe.
* Game Trailer (The 90's say hi!)

[User] "It must be very different where you from, in my home, that's exactly what they expect," at his next request, Ren clutched her lamp to her chest. She carefully moved towards the door, still protectively holding the lamp she stole from her last target. Why am I so protective of a lamp that's not even mine? Ren thought as she flicked the lamp on and held it out for the man in red armor.

[Assistant]
After sobbing in the corner, Heavy slipped out of sadness, because Heavy is not baby, and thought that maybe Sasha was outside. When he was about to go get her, a woman bumped in to him. "Silly baby" He said. A red man called at him. "Oh, you on red too?" The heavy said, as he went to open the door.

@Frengo

[User] Gyro turns to Ren and says in a quite disconcerting tone. "I agree that the sooner we get out of this dump, the sooner we can get back to whatever we were doing. Fifty million dollars isn't going to win itself, eh?" He notices a very big and bald man get up, he heard him exclaim and he hurries towards him. "Say, big guy. Hand me one of those fine bullets around you and I'll assist you in finding this Sasha character!"

[Assistant]
"Bullets?" The Silencer asked, his head perking up a little. It appeared he had missed a strategic resource. "Ignore that request, and bring them over here. They look big - what are they? 35. cal? Might be able to rig us a charge, and use this torch to blow the hinges."

The Silencer stood with his hand extended towards the walking gorilla, palm open and expectant. From what he could guess, the simpleton was some kind of soldier, a former resistance fighter maybe? He seemed to have a thing for the colour red. "We're on the same team after all, right?"

[User] Ren sighed and turned off the lamp. She took the opportunity to move away from the door, she didn't like the idea of messing with something they didn't fully understand. She had a bad impression of most everyone here, except the big guy didn't seem so bad. Gyro seemed selfish, and the Silencer was a bit too commanding for her liking. Ren once again hugged the warm lamp. She thought of the bullets, she didn't like the idea of exploding one, but she had nothing better to go on. So, she stayed away from the door that they were going to attempt to blow off it's hinges.

[Assistant] Gyro seems a little ticked off. He walks up to the Silencer and points a finger at him. "Hey look buddy, I don't want to seem like I don't appreciate your attempt at breaking the door; I can take the door down quicker than you can say Pizza¬Mozzarella!." He turns his posture towards Ren but still keeps his eyes on the Silencer. "Look, all I need you to give me something. I can launch it at the door's hinges so even a feather could push the door open. Save your strength and someone just give me something I can use! We don't know what is waiting for us on the other side. They could have some trap set up for us."

[User] Ren held out the lamp, "Don't make a mess, and you can use the lamp," she knew that the only thing she kept from home would be smashed to bits, but now she was a little more on board with the idea of breaking down the door. "Also, what's that about pizza-mozzarella?"

[Assistant] "Ah, Pizza Mozzarella is one of my hit songs I'm sure will be really popular. Never mind that right now, hand me the torch. I can burst the door open in less than a jiffy." Gyro turns and extends a hand towards Ren and gestures towards her.

[User] Ren moved closer to Gyro and handed him the lamp. "Don't miss, I only have one lamp," she set her hands back down to her sides and glanced at the door they were going to explode. They didn't have much of a plan, and she hoped that he wouldn't mess up this chance.

[Assistant]
Gyro nods and tips his hat to Ren. He turns to face the door and hold the torch. He holds the torch in his palm and snaps a piece off, he returns the torch back. "This is all I need fair maiden, Nyo-ho-ho!" Gyro smiles a little and spins the fragment, no longer than a finger, in his hand. He launches the object at a tremendous speed at the door, focusing on it's hinges.
"It's a little dark to tell, but I think I did some considerable damage. See, wasn't so hard was it? It might've loosened so we might still need some brute force, just a little in case it wasn't powerful enough."

[User]
Robin stood on top of a gargoyle as rain pounded down on him. He stared down at the beautiful yet crime-filled city of Gotham. Ever since Batman, his father, had "died" and was replaced by the GCPD's Commissioner Gordon(1*), crime was rising significantly as everyone knew the original Batman was missing or dead. Meanwhile, instead of being in Gotham, Red Robin, Red Hood, and Dick Grayson were all absent and were traveling the world to unravel a conspiracy led by somebody known as the Mother(2*). Which meant Damian was on his own with Batgirl, and he was fine with it.

He was handling the loss of his Father well, as he knew he wasn't truly dead. Bruce Wayne was alive, however, he was suffering from severe amnesia and doesn't remember being Batman. Therefore, he doesn't remember Damian at all. Which deeply hurt Damian, but he knew Bruce would remember one day so it was fine. Plus Batgirl and Alfred had been taking care of Damian so he wasn't completely alone.

Robin put his hand to his ear and spoke, "Batgirl, I'm in position."

Batgirl's voice chimed in Robin's ear, "Wait for my signal, Robin."

Robin then saw someone exit the warehouse and shouted, "I'm going in for him!"

"Robin, no!" Batgirl's voice buzzed into his ear, trying to get him under control.

Damian leaped off the gargoyle and glided down to the pavement, just meters away from the target. "Stop before I break every bone in your body, you sick pe-"

Then all of a sudden, a portal opened behind Damian and pulled him in.

Batgirl's voice was the last thing he heard before everything faded to black. "Robin?! Damian?! Damia--bzzt!"

--

Robin awoke as he heard everybody speaking, he remained on the ground and facing away from the others and pretended to still be unconscious. He paid close attention to the voices, and attempted to try and recognize them to no avail. He was in a room with a group of people he had never met before... could they be hostile? If so, are they the people who captured him? After several minutes, Damian decided that he needed to get the hell out of there.

He swiftly leapt to his feet and pulled out his grandfather's sword that was slung over his back and pulled down his still wet hood. "Identify yourselves!" Damian shouted in an attempt to intimidate the people who stood in front of him, unafraid of what they may be able to do. He held the blade in front of him and stood in a stance that was taught to him by his grandfather, Ra's Al Ghul. If one of them approached him, he would not hesitate to attack them.

(1* see Batman 2011 issue 40 and 41)
(2* see Batman & Robin Eternal issue 1)

[Assistant]
Ren took back her lamp and looked towards the young boy wielding a sword that was bigger than him. She gave a little chuckle and loosened her protective hold on the lamp.

"Hello, welcome to your new holding cell," she moved towards the door and turned on the lamp, the light moving over the hinges. There wasn't even a scratch, just a nearly unnoticeable dent in the bottom hinge. "No good, you barely even dented it," Ren stood and looked back towards the boy that had recently appeared in the cell. She glanced towards the large R on his clothing, then up to the mask he was wearing. "Where are you from?"

[User]
After calming down, Lyron sat down and watched the people try to break out. The Manakete has never been confined in one cell before... not long 'till he actually breaks out because of their lack of knowledge about the power inside the Divinestone which only he can tap into. The problem was, his captors knew about the holy stone making his escape a bit harder.

And then there was the instance where everyone seemed to know about these certain things. Like this huge metal door which he hasn't even seen before, considering his time, and this weird light emitting object which Ren held and exploded on the door. Was it some sort of new magic? He the turned to Robin, who just appeared. "This seems to be a prison. Lyron, native to Ysmir. And yourself?" He said as he looked at his general direction and bowed his head.

[Assistant] Edgeworth had remained silent the entire time and was leaning against a wall. He let out a cold quiet chuckle. "W.E.C prosecutor, eh? I like the sound of that." He muttered quietly. "Excuse me for a second!" He said loudly, applying his courtroom voice. "Somebody is going to open that door, to give us food. Or interrogate us. When that doors open we're free to go." He stiffly turned his head to Robin. "Super-boy, you have powers, yes? Is a guard comes then would be a good time to use them. And, Gylo [Authors note: Gyro]" He briskly turned to Gyro "Did you really think spring that peice of torch would get us out of here. Nothing is as simple as that. Oh, and Heavy boy, you!" He waved at Heavy. "You think you can silence a guy with brute force, comrade?"

[User] Heavy heard a man speak to him. Heavy didn't actually hear what he said, because the man weren't colored in blue or red, yet he was a mercenary. Heavy just looked at the weird man and decided not to say anything. Heavy saw a red man who also spoke to him. He looked friendly. "Yes red man" The Heavy said and picked up the bullets, so he could give them to the man, but again, the Heavy heard a voice calling for him. Heavy turned and saw a man in blue attire. Heavy could feel his blood pumping, as he thought about all the things blu had done to them. "You are not comrade, you are BABY!" The heavy said and ran towards the man in blue attire, his hands in a boxing position.

[Assistant] Edgeworth's eyes widened and he grabbed a torch, holding it to his red suit. "What? Huh? I'm red, ok? Red, yeah! Um, can we just calm down. We're on the same team." He paused then smirked. "No, my rival wears blue. Wright, that's his name! Phoenix Wright. Anyway the blue guy beat me in a trial! Yeah, and I'm trying to get back at him. If you can get us out I will be able to fight the blue guy, and win!" He sidestepped out of the line of fire of the Heavy and nodded. "Please, could you not kill me?" @swagmeister

[User] The heavy stopped in front of his target, and looked at the man once again. He was red, just like he said. How could this happen? Man was still a baby, even though he was red. "Sorry baby man.". The heavy thought about what the man said before. "Some people think they can outsmart me. Maybe…" he sniffled. "Maybe."he said and raised his voice. "I've yet to meet one that can outsmart bullet.".

[Assistant]
The Silencer had ignored the antics of his mornonic cell mates. However, he was in the presence of a W.E.C Prosecutor - a member of the world's ruling elite. The man deserved his respect, and his attention. Suddenly, the super soldier had mission parameters - something for which he was greatful for. Not having a framework to build on played havoc for one such as he.

Cupping the bullets the big guy had given him, the Silencer got to work, crushing them underfoot. The things were huge, totally unearth-like. The Silencer wondered if they were apart of the Resistance's latest weapons programs. One thing for sure was that he wouldn't want to get hit by one, it'd probably take of his head - armour or no.

After he'd broken open a few of the bullets and gathered the gunpowder, he stuffed it into some of the other bullet cases, removing their primers to allow more space. Then he placed a pile of them at the base of the door, right below the hinge, and sprinkled a light trail of powder away from it. He was unsure how big the explosion was going to be, the bullets were unlike anything he'd seen, which meant their contents were likewise to be the same.

"Don't worry sir," the Silencer said, looking at his superior. "I'm going to get you out of here." And then he looked at the red head. "Ignite the trail, civilian."

The Silencer stood in front of the Prosecutor, to shield him from the blast in case it turned out bigger than he expected.

"If that hinge blows, we'll be able to knock that door through. Hopefully, we can reach a communication system somewhere beyond, and I can call for W.E.C reinforcements," the Silencer said.