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Species: Goddess (You can feel free to consider her a genetically unique being, a construct of faith, or a human with a lot of powers, she doesn't really know or care to know)

Age: Physically about 6, chronologically 22, and if her scripture is to believed, her existence is a universal constant stretching back to the beginning of time and on to its end.

Description:

Though it rather irritates her, Sen is usually forced to wear some form of obscenely fancy and sensible clothing for events where she's acting in any sort of official godly capacity. As revenge she'll sometimes make herself look like the sort of child who should be standing next to another child in a hallway to talk about the real estate of their long dead ancestors. Still, austere can be a good image, or so they tell themselves when editing together the creepy goddamn footage. In any case, as a reasonable compromise for the sake of avoiding this, they often let her wear robes or togas, like one might imagine the olympians in. When in these outfits, she seems far more cute and cheerful.

Personality: Sen is, at heart, just a kid. She's curious, talkative, friendly, and innocent, but also short-tempered, oblivious, inexperienced, and foolish. She wants to do good by her followers, but she's not 100% clear on how, so she mostly just obeys her advisors and tries to get them to let her to do what she wants on occasion (for goodness sake).

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

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

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

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

Universe she came from: Literally the hitchhiker's guide universe. Magic exists but usually isn't worth the trouble unless you were born with it, technology can do practically anything, and space travel has advanced to the point that the whole galaxy is at our fingertips, but we can't go too far past that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A teenage girl burst in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not seated:
- A teenage elven girl (Yylya)

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

[Assistant]
As the lighting altered itself, Cledwynn just sort of gasped in a startled manner. What, he had to wonder, was going on? He had zoned out for just a brief moment and was only barely taking into account what was said and what was taking place. He was prone to do this, and sometimes it stopped him from properly keeping up with the constantly increasing commotion. Knowing this, he explored the constructs of his mind for the smallest of timestamps, recalling what was said and what was happening. Someone said 'she's a telepath'... Who said that, and who was the subject in question? The lights dimmed, and Sandra ... was gone? Wait.. No, there she was, getting a refill on coffee, but.. something was off about her, which saddened him- he really didn't want to end their conversation so soon. Maybe it was his fault. No one, he felt, would find him interesting enough to hold conversation. Not if they got a sample of his drab personality, that is. At least, he felt that way. Before he could really figure that out, though, he noticed more people arriving.. oddly dressed men surrounded by women of the rather temptingly voluptuous variety, as well as.. a young child flanked by two guards.

A child? That caught his interest- a small child out in space, surrounded by men in spiritual garb, wielding what looked like toy pistols.

He hadn't realized it yet, but he was kind of awkwardly staring, his head tilted and a quirky yet confused look on his face.

[User]
The guards flanking Sen murmur something in her ear about, "Not using your powers on anyone while we're gone," Then quickly move over to the two individuals who were staring at or greeting Sen.
 The first heads over to the bar, and gives a curt nod to John, "Evening, I'm going to need one or two things. It's of vital, perhaps world-changing importance that you do not give that child any alcohol, or for that matter too much sugar. Don't refuse her order, just give her a virgin drink. And don't tell her I told you this." With those hasty instructions gone, he moves off without even properly introducing himself.
 As for the other, he approaches Cledwyn with zero acknowledgment of his, shall we say, eccentric biology, and gruffly says, "Could you please refrain from staring at our most holy lord and savior, Sen the infallibly omnipotent? I typically wouldn't mind, but we hold exclusive rights to her image so you really ought to convert if you're going to ogle at her." And with that, he hands the man a pamphlet about the "WONDERS OF PERFECTISM: THE RELIGION OF TOMORROW!" And returns to the child.
 As for Sen, she's nowehere near as gruff and professional as her guards (or half as professional as they'd prefer her to be). No, she just stares up at the view of the universe ending for a while, until the batman greets her, at which point she gives a friendly wave and says, "Hi! Do you run this place? It's so cool! Can I please have something to eat? I don't really care what it is, I just wanna try what you make best!" By the time she's finished this message, her guard has walked over to clarify what's off the table. She doesn't even remotely notice the fellow staring at her, and after staring at the spectacle for a moment more, she happily hops into a chair next to the bar and waits for her meal.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Here he is

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon

Universe of Origin: Samurai Jack

Personality: He is very shy around new people, and even after getting to know someone can be very quiet. He is still very unaccustomed to advanced technology, despite having already spent some time in a futuristic Earth. He sees most supernatural events as the work of demons or devils, and possibly even Aku. He is also known for being able to give very good, if sometimes cryptic, advice.

Abilities/Weapons: Jack is very highly trained in many ways of martial combat. He knows the Shaolin Praying Mantis, Tiger, and Eagle styles, Ninjutsu techniques, Greek wrestling and African stick fighting. He is well versed in a number of weapons that range from spears and staffs to nunchukus and shurikens. He is also an expert with a bow and arrow, capable of many difficult shots. However, his true skill is with his ancestral katana, passed down to him by his father, and forged by three gods. It is capable of cutting through almost any material, never dulls, and never breaks. He also possesses near superhuman strength and speed, and an incredible jumping ability, able to leap extreme heights with no injury from landing.

Backstory: Jack was born in Feudal Japan, to the Emperor of the time. His father was known for defeating the Demon Sorcerer Aku with a katana forged by the gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu, and imprisoning Aku. However, when Jack was a young boy, Aku returned, killing and enslaving his people. Jack and his mother escaped, with his mother leaving him in the care of a merchant ship captain, so she could guard the ancestral sword until Jack's return. Jack traveled the world with various people, learning nearly every style of feudal combat. When he was grown, he returned to Japan, and claimed the sword. He then traveled to his home, and freed what remained of the people there, including his father. Once he had ensured their safety, Jack set out to defeat Aku once and for all. A great battle ensued, with Jack severely wounding Aku. But just as Jack was about to deliver the final blow, Aku cast a spell to send him into the far future, in a timeline where Aku ruled the world. Upon arrival, Jack was nearly crushed by a large trash compactor, but managed to escape quickly. This awed three male aliens, who stated how awesome 'Jack' was for escaping that. This is what gave Jack his new alias. He would then travel this new Earth, seeking a way to return to his own time. Eventually, he would stumble across a portal believed to return him. Instead, it was a carefully laid trap set by Aku, meant to send Jack to the Multiverse, and remove him from Aku's worries entirely. The trap succeeded, and Jack now finds himself lost in an even stranger world than the one he just left. Here he learned of the conflict between the UMMA, and those who would do harm to the Multiverse. He decided that siding with the UMMA could get him returned to his world, and better yet, his own timeline.

Faction: Factionless, but unofficially aligned with the UMMA. He may consider joining with the UMMA officially, but he has yet to make a full decision.

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Gintoki
Gintoki stared at Saber for a moment before sighing. There was no point in getting confrontational, especially not with enemies on the horizon. Little miss 'King of Knights' here... No point in trying to argue with her here; if that day of binging through F█te stuff had taught him anything, it was that Saber didn't like having her ideas shot down in front of her.

"Nah, no problem here. If that's what you decide, then whatever. The enemy will be knocking at the front doors... Or the roof... Any minute now, so you might want to get yourself ready." he said, flicking his head in the direction of the doorway. "We'll be able to handle things in here, so go on ahead."

Suwako
Suwako looked around the town square, first in curiosity, then simply excitement. A western-style Medieval town! She hadn't seen one of these in FOREVER! Everything looked authentic- the streets, the buildings- heck, even the people were milling about with clothing from that time and place! This world-hopping thing was really turning out to be interesting!

"Well, this is... Pretty interesting! But... Where the heck is this 'Pensee', anyways? Anyone have a clue when... Or... Where we are right now?" she asked, leaping onto Black Rock Shooter's shoulders to get a better view of the place... Including all of the shocked villagers standing in front of them in awe. Huh. Well, that kind of thing was normal with something akin to a miracle happens, after all...

Kakine
The group's miniature journey was more or less at an end as Kakine walked up to the Windowless Building, Marisa in tow. The Teleporter who was there to meet the group was by no means a stranger; no, rather, she was one who he had had to deal with in the past.

"...Musujime Awaki. I don't believe you were still actively working for the city, last I checked." he said, a passing jab at the red-haired individual who was impatiently tapping her right foot whilst leaning against the building's wall.
"Contrary to your belief, beetle boy, this job actually pays quite well." Musujime responded in turn before pulling out her military flashlight and pointing it at him. "I'm under orders to drop you off and pick you up, but not stick around for the conversation, so... I'll be picking you up later."

Before Kakine could say another word, though, Musujime waved her flashlight at the group, simultaneously moving them all to Aleister's room. The sudden experience would be nauseating for most, but Kakine, being the way he was, wasn't fazed in the least. After all, in front of them now was the most important man in Academy City: Aleister Crowley.

"I see you've arrived." Aleister stated, his face as stone-cold as ever. "I trust your run-in with Imagine Breaker didn't cause much incident? There's only so much money we can put into repairs before the other scientists start becoming agitated, after all..."

Hazama
"S-seriously?" Hazama asked, fully in shock at the Leader's statement. He could take the soul? But something of this quality...
Alright. No time to freak out. This is a big one if there ever WAS one. To handle something of this caliber... Oh boy, he'd have to get to work as soon as possible. But first...

Hazama's eyes immediately turned to a pair of gloves on the desk next to him, which he promptly put on before proceeding to crack open the letter. He'd have to resolve this issue before working on the to-be Murakumo Unit, after all. Taking the letter out of the envelope, Hazama attempted to read it...

But to absolutely no avail, if only due to the sheer sloppiness of the handwriting.

"What? The hell is this? Can't even understand what the heck this is saying!" he exclaimed before laying the letter out on a nearby table.

"Geez... What a pain..." he complained as he used his glove-covered hands to carefully take the soul from the Leader's own. With a closer look at it now, Hazama was certain that this'd turn out something nice...

With a wave of his hand, Hazama pulled out Ouroboros, which proceeded to take the soul into its jaws and slip back to wherever it came from. He'd pull it out again, for sure, but... In a bit. Deciphering this mess came first.

[Assistant]
Lucina

Lucina had been told to follow until further notice, and so she followed, all the way to the Teleporter. (Apparently that's an occupation.)

Lucina is quite used to abrupt transportation through space and time at this point, and was not fazed (too badly) by the sudden transition. She looked up at probably the most important man in Academy City... not knowing who he was. "Excuse me, sir," she said to Aleister Crowley. "My name is Lucina. I was brought upon this city not by my own volition, but apparently by some form of scientific accident. Would you kindly explain why my presence, along with that of this apparently-somewhat-troublesome mage, is needed in this building?"

King Dedede

King Dedede leaned on his hammer. "So, we gettin' to investigatin' or what? Crime ain't takin' a holiday, that's for sure."

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Misaka Mikoto--Pensee

Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology.

Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?"

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Kerri--Foecrusher

The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack.

"I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."

[Assistant]
Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee
The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager.

Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."

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Kanji, Museum world

"My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"

[Assistant]
Jack - Castle Tepes
Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 25

Appearance:

Personality: I am a highly motivated and hard-working individual (I'm a slacker, but I'm good at making it look like I'm busy.). I am always able to get my work in before the deadline (thanks to my ridiculous addiction to coffee keeping me up the night before it's due). I would definitely say that I am a people-person, very approachable (people like me for a little while before they go off me.)!

I am never distracted in the workplace (I'm distracted by everyone and everything.). I am always looking for something to do to help out around the office (I always look for someone to do the work and I take credit for it.). Despite my drive to do well in the workplace, I like to think of myself as optimistic, upbeat and up for a laugh with friends (after home time, I go back to my flat and rage at people on MOBAs while sat in my underwear).

Bio: A city boy through and through. My father, George Miller, owns his own restaurant and is a (hate-filled, depressed) chef. His restaurant is Lord of the Wings, I'm sure you've heard of it. My mother, Amelia Miller, is a retired Personal Trainer. (I'm pretty sure she's having an affair, which is gross at her age.) I also have a little sister, Katherine, she's at university in Wales (I'm not going to lie, I have no idea what she is studying).

I personally studied journalism (which has lead me absolutely no-where). It was at university that I developed my addiction to coffee and my skill for getting assignments done (the night before). I ended up working part-time at the gym my mother used to work at and after I graduated I took a job in a café. Since then, I've been floating around limbo looking for the right opportunity to show my skills.

Skills:
-Able to drink litres of coffee with not many bathroom breaks.
-Is great at making it look like I'm doing work.
-Is great at getting the actual work done last minute.
-Takes bad news pretty well.
-Is a high rank on Overwatch.

Are you a serious person?: Oh yeah, I'm super cereal.

[User]
Richard Hyde had had woken up looking over towards his wife kissing her on the cheek while she was still sleeping. Getting up form his bed heading to the bathroom brushing his teeth with a toothpaste that is all natural and using mouthwash that had about too much alcohol content. Using some Dolce and Gabana spray he did not like the smell but was forced to use it since his daughter bought it for him. Getting out of the bathroom getting dressed putting on a red dress shirt and dark blue suit and slacks. Heading over towards his drawer getting his favorite tie being a black tie filled with Looney Tune characters.

After taking about 20 or so minutes of getting dressed heading downstairs and eating a quick breakfast of bagel with butter with a orange and grapefruit juice.Now heading outside of the house with his briefcase and coffee container filled with espresso heading towards his car. Getting inside his 2008 Honda Civic and driving away form his house and towards his job.

[Assistant]
Robin stared at his iPhone still in mild shock. He was stood in his tiny kitchen wearing only a tight pair of boxers and a bit of stubble on his chin. He subconsciously scratched his crotch as he continued to stare at the time. "Well damn, someone actually hired me... fuc-" He dropped his phone onto an oven-glove as he dashed around to make himself presentable.

One shave, shower and poop later, he emerged from his bathroom as a dashing young man in a black suit, white shirt and red tie (That wasn't tied very well and didn't hug his collar but rather hung loosely). He filled up a flask of delicious black coffee and picked up his keys, wallet and phone. He glanced at the time.

"SHIIIIIIIII-" He squealed as he rushed out of his apartment and headed to work. He was probably going to get there at 9:59, but maybe he'll get lucky.

[User]
After getting the call from the company, Alison sleepily walked into the bathroom and washed her face. Shee then proceeded to wash her teeth rather quickly, since, now she only had 45 minutes to get to her job. She grabbed a white shirt dress along with a red tie, black tights and red flats. With no delay, she put her attire on and tied her hair into a high ponytail with a red ribbon. Deciding to skip make-up, she grabbed an apple as well as a red bag and raced to her not-so-old pickup truck.

After a thirty minute drive, she arrived at precisely 9:57. Walking up to the lobby, she took out some candy and munched on it.

[Assistant]
Dennis could barely contain his grin as the call ended, his hands trembling from a mix of surprise and excitement. He had done it. He had actually managed to get a job. Suddenly, all those years of pouring over code seemed all the more worth it at the prospect of working for some big (albeit enigmatic) company. Granted, he had no actual clue of what his job would entail, but work was work and he wasn't one to complain.

"Good news, Lafayette!" he crooned to one of his cats passing by. Dennis scooped up the cat, tickling the squirming feline under its chin. "I just got a new job. Isn't this great? All I have to do is show up...at...oh no." Dennis' voice trailed off as he caught sight of the clock hanging just above his TV, it's long hands stretching towards 9:13. Tens of minutes away from his deadline. "Oh no no no no no!"

Dennis dropped the disgruntled Lafayette one his couch, dashing towards his room. Fifty or so minutes to get ready and get going. He could do this. He stumbled around his room as he hurried to pull on a crisp suit and trousers, nearly falling on his face several times. In a few moments, with his curly brown hair in disarray and his glasses perched crookedly on his nose, Dennis was making his way past the stares of his three disinterested cats and to the door of his apartment. "See you, Lafayette! Later, Montague! You're in charge, Ishmael." He fumbled for his car keys, for once thankful of the running he had been forced to do in his childhood as he sprinted down the hall and towards the parking lot. Practically leaping into his car, Dennis screeched out of the parking lot. Soon, Dennis pulled once front of the building and took a deep breath. Today was a new day, with a new job just ahead. He could do this. Probably. Adjusting his tie, Dennis slipped out of the car and walked into the office.

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Ruby

Ruby was up at the crack of dawn. Ruby was always up at the crack of dawn. It was one of them farm kid thing, she figured. One that wasn't going away soon, at least. So when the shrill piercing ringtone of her scratch-covered phone did none to startle her. Looking at the phone she saw ber friend, Jen's name brightened up the screen. She swiped up the phone and answered the call with a muffle "Y'ello," her mouth full of her last bite of jam on toast, only to find it wasn't Jen but another woman on the phone. Crap. The other day she'd taken Michael's phone and switches all the names of his contacts, Ruby had totally forgotten he'd done the same. Doing her best not to swear into the phone Ruby 'cleared her throat' before given the politer greeting of "Hello, Ruby speaking,"

After profusely thanking they woman on the other side of the line Ruby rushed to get changed into a simple white dress shirt and a knee-length black skirt. From then she runs into her car taking the shortest route possible. 2 blocks from the building she's caught up in a traffic jam, "Seriously! " she screams, honking her horn. Her hazel eyes flitter to the little digital clock on her car, 9:56. In framctic thinking she drives her car to the side of the road and pulls out her large handbag. Locking the door behind her she proceed to run to the building.

As she enters the doors she watches the clock tick to 9:59. " I'm here. I'm here," she calls out, panting

[Assistant]
Jonah woke up to the phone call, he had passed out in front of a building after being unable to get back home from a wedding. The call didn't surprise him nor did the time he had to get there by, as most gangsters on the top of the food chain are pretty strict. But at this point, he began to panic. He was far away from his jail cell, hungry, with no change of clothes, and he didn't know how to find the building.
 He was wearing dress shoes, black slacks with a white shirt and tie which was oddly tidy despite him sleeping outside. It was clearly not the right attire for a mob gathering, but he had not time to retrieve a change of clothes from home. He wished that he had worn his ripped jeans and shirt with this wicked skull design to the wedding.
 He decided he would wear what he had on, and then he had to figure out what to do for food. As soon as he thought of it he remembered the cake he was going to bring home from the wedding. He removed it from its plastic bag and then ate it carefully, making sure not to get any crumbs on himself. As he was eating, he saw a sign across the street, apparently he had fallen asleep right next to his work. He crossed the street as soon as he finished the cake.
 He arrived thirty minutes early with a respectable look about him. For the first and probably last time in his career.

[User]
@UraharaSteph@Fubsy@Animera@SouffleGirl123@Spy For Alvah
10:00 am
The clock strikes 10 and luckily everyone made it just in time. Some just a few seconds too close, and Eliza had hoped that none of them would have come. Like Ms. Wilde said, these people were in her eyes, the most incompetent for this company so why hire them?
"Welcome, I see that you all are somewhat capable of following simple orders." Eliza started in a cold tone. She stared at the ipad in her hand to confirm everyone's presence and pulls up a task Ms. Wilde set up before hand.
"Says here your first task is to get to know each other?
that's stupid
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Eliza rolls her eyes and proceeds, "I guess go around the room and introduce yourselves to each other, say why you wanted to work here, sing kumbaya, or something along those lines."  She then walks into an elevator and disappears to the 10th floor. Meanwhile a tv screen in the front lobby turns on with a timer set for 10 minutes. Underneath the timer was a message:
DAY 1: Get to the top floor with time limit using the staircase only while introducing yourselves to each other! Cameras are in use to determine who completes the task!
The timer then starts to count down and a door on the side opens up revealing sets of staircases leading up while a loud locking sound is heard from the elevator doors.

[Assistant] Richard had arrived at the office and sitting down at one of the many chairs that was set up inside of the room, Hearing the young woman speaking to them looking disinterested in whom they were which annoyed the older man. Hearing her ice breaker task thinking it was quite strange but never the less it could be fun. Slowly standing up form his seat looking over towards the other co-workers. "Is anyone coming?" He asked them smiling.

[User]
Dennis' shoulders drooped just a fraction as the rather stiff woman left them with their assigned task. It was...odd, to say the least, and the back of his mind itched with the suspicion that this probably broke some fire hazard violations. But all those thoughts faded as he took a long look at the TV and its slow, blinking timer. Dennis look around at his new co-workers and laughed nervously. "We should probably...er..." He waved a hand towards the revealed set of stairs. Clearing the nervous quiver in his voice, Dennis strode on ahead with his nervous half-smile plastered to his face.

"Dennis Morrison. That's, um, my name. Since we're introducing ourselves. I can't sing kumbaya, or sing at all," his voice wobbled with nervous laughter akin to that of a first-year math teacher making a corny joke in front of a class of eighth-graders, "but I can say that I thought this job was a good opportunity for me. Plus, I'm broke and this is kinda my first job." His ramblings trailed off as he climbed the steps two at a time.

[Assistant]
Robin was certain that Eliza couldn't take her eyes off of him; who could blame her? Robin subconsciously ran his fingers through his hair and had a smug smirk sat on his lips. He gave the others a toothy grin and went to slap Richard on the back. "Yeah, I'm coming. Got to make sure you don't get a heart-attack on the way up there, old timer!" Was that a distasteful joke? He thought. Worried about his first impression on the older man, he took a few skips towards Dennis and the stairs.

"I'm Robin Miller, my father owns a restaurant; Lord of the Wings, you've probably heard of it." He glanced at the others, ready for them to be mind-blowing-ly impressed. "This isn't my first job, but I'm excited for the new challenges and opportunities this place will give. Lookin' forward to getting to know my new co-workers as well." As he spoke he tried to get ahead of Dennis on the stairs, as though it was a show of dominance.


[System]
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Race: Undead (skeleton)
Appearance: He looks like a skeleton. He wears an eyepatch and pirate captain clothes, sporting a cred and gold pirate coat and a swag-as-hell pirate captain hat.
Equipment: Old cutlass, hand crossbow, 5 old bombs that sometimes work, old pistol that works, old telescope that works pretty well. 5 bits of old gold which needs to be converted to normal gold. Flint and steel to light his bombs, but he should replace them soon as they're pretty worn. A box of crossbow bolts (12 old ones which can't really be trusted) and a box of bullets (6 of them which are fine), along with a pouch of powder (which he needs more of and is likely mostly inert). Gun holster, hand-mounted crossbow holster, scabbard. Worn pants and a belt.

Combat Skills: Pirate fighting. Somewhat skilled offensive swordplay, honed to fight multiple enemies at once. It employs 'dirty tricks' like sucker punches and kicks, but hey – anything goes. Able to use pretty much any one handed weapon to a certain degree of skill. He's also pretty good at parrying and using a one handed ranged weapon in either hand.
Non-Combat Skills: Excellent sense of direction, adept at climbing ship rigging. Good at navigation, able to use the stars for direction. Good leadership skills. Good at jumping high because he has no flesh, also good at going fast. Quite good at free running. Ambidextrous as a result of necessity but his preferred hand is his right hand.

Mana: Not a lot. Less than a standard human.
Magical Schools: None
Magical spells:
Blade of avarice
Blade of avarice is a move that draws on the user's monetary possessions and worth of their belongings to increase damage. What the user is considered to 'own' varies on the user, and the worth of their belongings is rounded to a standard market price. Basically, the richer you are, the more blade of Avarice does. It takes a bit of mana and is only applicable for a single strike. It is unknown how the ability knows how much your stuff is worth relative to the modern market.
Counter stance
Counter stance is a move that drains mana the longer one is in it. It allows the user to react to single-target attacks with inhuman reflexes, deflecting bullets, arrows and swords with ease. If the attacker is attacking with a melee weapon, counter stance allows the user to land a free riposte. Counter stance counters every attack launched at the user within its time frame but drains mana really fast. Also, the user can't counter area of effect attacks and they can only counter targeted spells if their weapon allows them to do so. The user can move while using counter stance and even use it in the air, but it takes a lot of mana still.

Mana steal
With the ungodly power of the undead, the user can suck the life force of things that live. It's a technique that buffs the user's attack with the power of stealing-people's-mana, so this particular ghost pirate can add mana to the list of stuff he pillages. The mana stolen is converted to mana usable by the user, but bleeds out slowly.

Artificial Spirit
Personality: Victor likes shiny stuff and is curious. Is a realist to a point. That said, he's a free spirit and likes to joke around. He likes to explore all the options before working out the solution, and he's rather mischievous at times. He likes trolling people, but he's pretty laid-back at times. He's the kind of person that gets into trouble because he's bored.
Talents: Minor telekinesis, also has a talent for stealth.

Approved

[User]
I stretch, and yawn, before looking at my surroundings. Where am I? I don't remember anything here, not the statue, the old worn walls, or the beings around me. Goodness, but they are huge, or perhaps I am small... I examine myself as carefully as I can, I have wings! I am small and I wear things made from nature itself, bark, some of it fur-lined. I have a blade at my side, it looks like a thorn. I draw it, but refrain from touching the blade, knowing somehow that it is poisoned. Can I fly with these wings? I re-sheath my thorn before attempting to fly, just in case, and then ... I'm zipping along, up and around the statue! Oh, what fun this is! Why would anyone walk if they could fly like this? And then I feel it, a dull aching, a sharp pain, I fall. Landing with, well to be honest a squeak. It's hard not to squeak when one's vocal chords are as small as mine, and the air pushed forcefully out ones lungs. The pain is gone, but the aching is not. It must have been a cramp, yes that's what it had been.

Where am I now? On the statue's left shoulder I see. I didn't like the aching, or the bruises forming on my chest and legs from having fallen on the statue. I can heal those! And I do, my skin turning a greenish hue for a moment as the bruises and aches fade. Then nothing, but I feel... less full. I don't think I can repeat my actions, at least not yet, so I sit up carefully on the smooth shoulder and watch the other beings quietly. Will they notice me? If they do how will they react to me? I am so small, I doubt I could hurt any of them even if I tried, but I wasn't about to be anyone's pet, and they'd better not call me cute. Oh no, several of them are female, I vaguely recall that females tend to associate cute with small things, in fact, a things cuteness seemed to grow as it shrank. I'm doomed, this is not going to end well, but ... I can't leave yet, where will I go? What will I find? ... Drat, I'll have to stick with at least one of these creatures... wonderful, ain't it great to be alive? I scowl as the others gather their wits, though my focus shifts from being to being.

[Assistant]
A still silence dominated the underground expanse, with only the sounds of dripping water from overhead stalactites and the flow of a small stream being audible, though no-one was there to hear it. Ubiquitous darkness shrouded everything in shadow, the lumen globes already drained of mana and the torches burnt to uselessness. Chests had already been looted, and scientific apparati shattered into shards and bent metal; and from the temple entrance to the farthest wall, there was a trail of broken limbs and mutilated bodies, the rusting iron of weapons carelessly strewn about, and torn, heavy banners hanging from the ceiling, swaying to and fro as they peddled their now meaningless symbols to the mild breeze. Of course, in the oppressive shadow, he couldn't see any of this as he awoke.

"Urgh," he groaned, as his nostrils flared, hungrily sucking up the dank air and the life the came with it. Lying face-down on the floor, a small pain was incessant in his chest from a pebble he had been laying on, and he found his arms incredibly weary as he moved them from their place near his hip, winning the battle against rigor mortis.

He moved his hands further along, at the sides of his head, and pressed his palms against the damp cavern floor as hard as it was possible. Still weak, the effort it took to even sit on his knees was almost insufferable with its intensity, and Vaul succeeded only barely. A flash of instinct told him then that something important lay just towards his right, and he followed it, fingers alert, to feel a solid, deathly cold rod. His hand clenched with force, and he hefted the staff up by the rearward portions of its shaft, then steadied the pommel on the ground and grabbed it with his other hand to finally wrench himself away from the floor. And yet, no matter how many times he blinked, it was still dark where he was at.

And so he gestured thoughtlessly, his arm going from right to left in an aimless wave, and at that very instance glittered the underground stream as light, for the first time in forever, greeted its waters, coming from lumen globes held in sconces along the walls of the cavern. Vaul looked around, examining his new surroundings, unsure of what to make of it all, as after he swiveled his eyes horizontally, taking it all in, and looked down at his feet, there was the grinning face of a disembodied skull.

Mildly startled, he kicked it without a thought, the sudden effort jolting his muscles to spasm protectively as the calcium husk rolled away. A dull, but very noticeable pain was welling up in his left calf, as the gravitas of many dozens of armed corpses and opened, desecrated coffins extracted from their places within the walls began to sink in.

He found a smooth enough piece of rock towards the side, one that he made his way to and sat upon. He was surprised to feel something poking his hide, so he shifted a bit on his impromptu seat to get comfortable. He continued to breathe, his lungs admirably remembering how to, but his respiration lessened in vigor as his need for air decreased with time. Then he figured out the cause for the shadow hanging overhead, and pulled back his hood, and reached further back to feel the long tresses of his hair. Tiredly did he sigh.

"A Necromancer," he half-whispered, his voice not quite there, but the characteristic, moderate inflections that indicated a male were definitely noticeable. He cleared his throat, and tested his vocal cords again. "A Necromancer..."

Such was the breadth of the underground temple that wherever he looked, he could see the messy aftermath of whatever battle had occurred here. Though the air was putrid, he could find no more flesh on what had once been thralls to whoever once owned this body. It had all rotted away, and a dozen skulls grimaced silently his way as he just sat there, finding hints of pain as he experimentally flexed his limbs. He brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed away the earthly crust that had formed on them, as he began to think on the road ahead.

And when he took his hands away, he finally noticed the statue of the goddess, and other other, peculiar figures rising from the floor far away, in the center of the expanse.

[User]
The sound of feet, the cold ground under her body, the groggy sensation of waking before one wishes too, the slowly fading darkness, all of these were things Alyona experienced as she opened her eyes, rather unwillingly to find new sensation to experience. She could move her arms and tai-wait, arms? TAIL? As her vision sharpened, she could look at her arms, skin as white as fresh plaster. Alyona forced herself up off the ground, to a standing(?) position so she could look at her tail easily, instead she wobbled and fell backwards.

There was a small pain in her back as the rings of the chainmail dug into her back from falling on it. This new position offered a way to view her tail more easily though, and so, she tried her best to control the tail managing to raise it so that she could partially view it, a snake's tail. Raising her head, she looked down, it seemed that at her waist, her human body turned into that of a serpent of some sort.

Letting her tail fall to the ground with a slapping sound, Alyona tried again to stand, rolling over and then raising her torso up again. Wobbly still, she put a hand on one of the mossy walls for support and attempted to steady herself.

She used this time to study her surroundings, other figures visible in the room. They, however, failed to garner Alyona's attention as she stared at the statue in the center of the room. Majestic in its own right, seemingly the only thing in this room that had not crumbled away or been reclaimed by moss. Tearing her attention from the statue, she viewed the others in the room, both humanoids, one seemed intent to hide his features while the other seemed to be a pale human, though nowhere near as pale as Alyona herself.

Finally, she returned her attention to herself, finding some kind of satchel, of course inside wasn't much, some meat and some flint and steel, obviously fire starting implements. On her other "hip" she found a short sword. Not much in the way of equipment, obviously she needed to buy some actual equipment first chance she got.

[Assistant]
A pile of rags and bone in the corner shifted. A fleshless scarecrow of a man, once strong; now dead. A lifeless husk of what it once was. Or was it? The skeleton shifted once again and went back to being still. The Skeleton rolled over and curled into the foetal position.
Five more minutes... Victor thought.
He shifted once again and tried going back to sleep, but he realised that it was strangely uncomfortable now, and something was poking him in the ribs.
Wait... Ribs... I'm alive? Victor thought.

He got up to a sitting position suddenly. A pirate hat fell off his head and onto his lap. Victor reached over to pick it up, but noticed that his hand was missing something. Namely flesh. He got up quickly and ran to a nearby puddle to check his reflection and a leering skull met his view. He reached up to touch his face and the reflection mirrored the action.
Nope, doesn't look like I'm alive. Victor thought.
He shrugged and walked away from the puddle. He was moving, at least. He could think. That was something. So maybe he was technically alive, but also not alive?

Victor scanned the room. Maybe there was something around that could explain why he was a Skeleton. He spotted a large, glowing statue in the middle of it.
Well, that looks pretty. Victor noted.
He decided to walk over and investigate it. Maybe it would have the answers he wanted.
(If you're wondering, the ground was poking at his ribs)


[System]
Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
Arthur Stanford

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Location:Arena
Skills: N/A

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 Arthur nodded at Andy, before ruffling the top of Andy's head. "Yeah, we can let Chocolate choose who he wants to stay with, that totally works for me." God this dog was cute, he wished he had more time that he and Andy could spend with him, and really get to know their new furry friend. It sounded like it'd be really fun to have a dog around camp, and would also be excellent for nights when he had to be alone in the Hades cabin, having a cute dog like Chocolate with him would make that place feel so much less alone. Chocolate would make their lives a lot more comfortable.

 As the bone snapped, Arthur made a face mixed of humiliation, pain, and sympathy. He didn't like thinking about the time he hurt Andy, it wasn't the best story in the world after all. However, without it, he knew he'd never be as close to her as he was now, so it was bearable at least. He shook his head, "Whatever they're fighting over, it's probably stupid." He said, clearly annoyed with how their peers could be sometimes. People liked to act like idiots, especially teenagers sired by divinity, it could really hammer in that feeling of immortality, regardless of the actual dangers involved.

[Assistant]
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@KazAlkemi@BlueSky44@Natsu@Trainerblue192@Kirah@kittyluna45
Time: 9:15PM

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Kristin Reynolds

Location: Camp Half-Blood, Arena.
Skills: N/A

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Kristin came back a few seconds later with Chiron in tow shortly behind her, as she turned to look over at Cassian as he started to explain about what he had known and that he was with Annabelle talking about it. What Cassian said kind of sounded pretty familiar with what happened to Lauryn and Zeke as well to. Even though she was a daughter of Athena, she didn't really have much knowlege on what an Eidolon actually was when Chiron spoke up. She turned to look at him as he rubbed his beard while looking at them all knowing that Eidolon's were really bad.

"I'll see about getting the Hecate Cabin to do a sweep around the entire camp, make sire that they hadn't possessed anyone or anything else in camp." Chiron said as he looked at Zeke and Lauryn for a moment, he felt bad that they were possessed and wanted to make sure that they were alright as well. "We'll announce what happened as well to once everyone is ready, and go from there." Chiron told them as Kristin nodded slightly. "I'll look for Bryan and make sure you all get patched up then." Kristin said as she turned off and headed back towards the arena to look for Bryan, Chiron looked towards them. "Go ahead and head back to the camp fire, but stick together for the time being." Chiron instructed before making his way back towards the arena.

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Kiera Donovan

Location: Camp Half-Blood, Arena
Skills: N/A

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Kiera looked over at Jason and nodded slightly as she winced in pain as she started to slowly sit up while holding her arm, it was really painful, as she tried to move her fingers in the broken arm she couldn't really move them without causing a lot of pain. "I'll live thank you.." Kiera said as her girlfriend came over and handed her some ambrosia and took it popping it into her mouth, the pain started to subside for now which made her relax a little bit. "Thanks love." Kiera said looking over at Leda and smiled somewhat towards her as she turned to hear someone coming up towards them.

"Are you alright?" Bryan ended up asking looking at both Janelle and then at Kiera seeing that the two of them were hurt because of Jace and quickly got to work and started to heal Kiera's arm. Kiera could feel the bone slowly being reset and then mending itself, while still groaning slightly the pain was dulled a little bit but still it hurt quiet a bit for her. Kiera watched as Kristin came over towards them, while Bryan tended to Janelle's injury. "Whats up?" Bryan asked looking over at Kristin. "Theres a few more injuries i'd like you to look at, what happened here?" Kirstin asked looking between everyone in the group.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Camp Half-Blood, Roman Area, Senate Tent -> Arena
Skills:

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Madalyne thought for a moment as she looked at Niah wondering if the Greeks had their own form of security and keeping the peace, and gave a slight shrug. "I have no idea honestly. Its still a bit amazing that they are still standing after this long if they didn't have some kind of order if there was a dispute." Madalyne said, though she hoped that her niece wouldn't be the one to actually cause a lot of the trouble. Madalyne took a moment and looked up at the night sky for a moment wondering what the next day had in store for all of them, as she looked at Niah.

"Mind making sure that they Legion is organized? Nancy and I should bring up the whole Eidolon threat to their attention as well." Madalyne asked her friend, she took a moment and shook her head slightly, realizing that it was probably going to be one of the last few orders that she'd be able to give before the next day she'd be done with her Praetorship. Madalyne took a moment seeing those who were still outside of the arena and nodded towards them, while looking at Cassian, before catching up to Chiron.

"Hey Chiron, we have a bit of an issue with Eidolon's within the campgrounds one of them possessed a member of the Legion earlier today. And we were wondering if you had any encounters earlier today or this evening?" Madalyne asked him as Chiron turned around to look at her and nodded slightly. "We've had a few incidences that just happened, we are working in expelling them now if any of you'd like to help that would be greatly appreciated to." Chiron informed them.

[User]
Location: Outside the Arena
Skills: Iris message

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Stella silently followed Kristen and Chiron again, as she wasn't quite sure what else to do. Chiron had been silent after she had spoken, explaining a bit of what had happened to him. She wasn't quite sure if she was really helping anymore, but she wasn't about to just stop being a part of what had happened because no one was paying attention to her. She did nod when Chiron said that it might be a good idea to have someone do a sweep of the camp to make sure that no one else was possessed at that point. Twice in one night really was enough, and Stella honestly wanted to call her dads to make sure they knew she was alright.

"Oh Messenger Goddess, please connect me to my dads again." Stella used the water, prism and flashlight again to make another rainbow and she tossed the coins into it again. Her father's worried faces soon appeared and they both called out for her daughter. "I'm alright dad, otou-san. I'm alright. I promise. Something happened that cut off our call. So, I promised you that I would explain what's going on. I will, but not tonight. Things here are a little odd. But I'm alright. I'm safe. I will explain everything tomorrow. Or in a few days. Just can't tonight." She offered them both a small smile as she promised she would call soon.


[System]
Georgina Anne Berglund

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Birthday
February 12th.

Age
16.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Heterosexual.

Relationship Status
Single.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic lobe ear piercing on each ear.

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Likes & Dislikes
Likes

• Fall weather
• Long road trips
• Bonfires
• Late night phone calls

Dislikes

• Working hard
• Being rushed into things
• Being too neat
• Nosy people

Hobbies
• Knitting
• Horseback Riding
• Painting

Habits
• Chewing gum LOUDLY
• Dragging her feet
• Not returning texts

Fears
• Spiders
• Railroad tracks
• Getting stuck in Iowa her whole life

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Personality
• Silly • Procrastinator • Loyal • Unorganized •

Biography
Georgina was named after her grandmother that she never met. A great start to a life worth of not doing too much in a town that never saw too much action. Thankfully she was born into the age of technology and has the internet and the handful of electronics she owns to keep her busy. When not going to school she tends to get into mischief with her group around town, rather it be going out into the woods or eating burgers and drinking malts at the diner in town.

Gina is closest to her father in the respect of her parents, she admires him for being the head of the family, and always keeping his cool when mom tends to freak out and overreact. She envies her older sister, and tries to avoid babysitting duty at all costs. Not too much family drama can be heard from the Berglund family as far as other residents of Alta Vista are concerned.

Family Members
• Father: Stephen Berglund: 39. Car Repairman.
• Mother: Anne Berglund: 37. Housewife.
• Older Sister: Christine Berglund: 18. Iowa State student.
• Younger Brother: Jacob Berglund: 5 months.

Your Mahlimae
Mahlimae Six

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Relationships Between Friends
• Sebastian Christopher Monroe:
• "We've been friends for ages, I don't see that changing."
• Gina's mother and Sebastian's mother had been friends for awhile before the two were even born. They shared their troubles of their strained marriages, and shared their excitements of their first children going off to college. Gina and Sebastian aren't exactly alike but their similarities have kept them going for now. She sees him like a great big brother.

• Kestin Zane Alderson:
• "You'll open up to me someday, won't you?"
• Zane and Gina's older siblings met and started dating in middle school, which ultimately led the two to be forced into interaction with one another from a relatively early time. The two get a long for the most part, but Gina can be a bit bothersome when she wants answers from the secretive Zane, but he has always treated her kindly and the two would be there for one another if needed.

• Raven Newell:
• "Please, don't tell anyone about my stuff!"
• Raven and Gina are creative souls. They've been in several art classes together and even attended an after school art club together during junior high. Which created their friendship that they have going on now. The girls bonded over a few other things, but painting is their foundation. Gina is first in line to tell Raven that her art is "freaking amaze-balls" and won't let her tell herself other wise.

• Connor Dunworth:
• "And I thought I was a lazy bones."
• Connor and Gina are double trouble when it comes to getting things accomplished. They once had a project together in a class and ended up waiting to start it during lunch hour before the class. They did not pass, and the two we're not too happy about being partners ever again. When it is time to relax and have a chill time though, these two are two peas in a pod and get along quite well.

• Parker Quinn:
• "Small thought about friend"
• A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

• Isaura Eldars
• "Small thought about friend"
• A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

• Ignatius llywelyn
• "Small thought about friend"
• A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

[User]
The piercing sound of shattering glass made Zane flinch and turn to where the sharp noise had come from, immediately taking notice that Lauryn had a rock in her hand and that a window met an untimely end. As the rock descended towards the ground, he took a deep breath to calm the small feeling of uneasiness the noise had caused before glancing at the others. Gina seemed eager to go first, and by all means Zane didn't mind it. He'd let everyone who wanted to go first go, and then he'd go in afterward. He watched as she gestured for them to come inside, mentioning how the place stunk. Zane assumed that was probably going to be the norm with this place, seeing as it didn't look like it'd seen any sort of cleaning or attention in years, maybe decades. Thinking back to entering the house close to last, It would save him from having to answer Gina's coming questions as well, at least for a little bit, and he could prepare saying his answers in his head in the meantime.

With several I'm not sure and I don't knows later playing in his head, he watched as Sebast was the next to climb into the house through the shattered window. Now that he thought about it, there was a high chance one of the other windows being broken with the state of this house… But it's not like it mattered now. The place was in rough shape, and he doubted adding another window to list of things that are messed up to it would really effect the place. It was unlikely anyone lived in this wreck, though it did raise the question of where this house came from in the first place. He hadn't questioned it at first, but he had thought the gang had explored every inch of this town, even the outskirts. So, why had they missed this? He'd definitely make note of it when he got home by sketching the place from memory, and he wondered if Lauryn would do the same. She'd probably give him a bit of hassle for it if she ever saw it, but he appreciated it nonetheless. After all, at least she was genuine in telling him how bad some of the things he did was.

Now, he simply waited for someone else to go, unless they didn't want to take that first step. To signify this, he simply gave a thumbs up towards the rest.

[Assistant]
Hearing the glass breaking along with the suggestion of going through the window and the fact that the door was now unlocked from the inside thanks to the efforts of Gina and Lauryn, Titus was not all to excited for the fact he couldn't bust in the door Tch....great...the town is already boring as it is but now I'm denied a chance to kick in a door for the first time... he said simply following in after the others went through the window, right through the same door he wanted to kick in.

Looking around in this fucked up house, he listened to what the others about how disgusting the place was. The smell itself was enough to make anyone who had sinus or allergy issues choke. Then hearing what Sebast said  "This house creeps me out. Kinda reminds me of the house a demon would camp out in." Toc smirked while pulling out his spliff and placing it in between his lips before trying to fire it up. I really don't give a fuck about who's house it used to belong to. I'm just trippin' about how the fuck we've missed this house all these years as small as this town is. And if this is a house of paranormals....I say....bring the weird shit on. Never smoked weed with a demon before. You know how fuckin famous we'd be to claim this place and got the paranormals on our side? he said lighting up his spliff.

[User]
"You crazy bitch!"

Lauryn couldn't help but smile as she watched the small girl climb through the window. Knowing that there was no way in hell that she was going to be able to climb in through the window without cutting herself on broken glass, she opted to go in through the front door as soon as Gina had unlocked it. The instant she stepped foot into the old, musty house, however, she covered her nose and groaned in disgust. "What the fuck is that awful smell?" The pungent smell of mildew and mold filled her nose, and the dust made her eyes water. The girl couldn't help but shudder as she continued to walk around, carefully surveying the house. There was a gaping hole in the ceiling, and stained, faded floral prints covering each wall. The carpet, she noticed, was a faded gray color, damp in the spots nearest the broken windows. The place was a complete dump, as far as she could tell, but that didn't stop her from walking even deeper into the mysterious house.

"Whoever lived here has been gone for a long time." she said as she neared the staircase. "This place is disgusting. Cool, but disgusting." When she reached the stairs, she carefully placed her foot on the first step, testing it out before she would attempt to go upstairs. "I still don't see how we managed to miss a bright ass yellow house," she said, deciding against climbing the stairs and making her way back towards the group, "I mean, we've been around these parts countless times, and we know everyone that lives around here. This town ain't that big."

"This house creeps me out," Sebast said, "Kinda reminds me of the house a demon would camp out in." She opened her mouth to say something more, but froze before the words could come out.

Did she hear something?

The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she took another nervous glance around the room. It was bad enough that the house gave her the creeps, but all the talk about demons and such had her feeling paranoid. She closed her mouth and looked over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed. She had the strange feeling that she was being watched.

[Assistant]
As the rest of the group entered the house, Sebastian wandered towards the stairs. He passed Lauryn and placed his first foot on the step, looking upward as he rested his weight on it. Without considering the stability, he started to climb the structure, only pausing when it gave a disconcerting creak in response to his presence. He froze and looked at the stairway, considering the best option for ascending it. The right side seemed particularly sturdy in comparison to the rest of the structure, and so he chose to hug the wall with his body as he shimmied up the stairs. The groups chattering became vaguely distant as he reached the top floor, looking around in a jumpy manner.

The upstairs was comprised of two perpendicular hallways, one of them running from left to right of the stairwell and the other continuing straight in the direction the stairs faced. He uncertainly tested his weight on the second level's floor before turning back around to face the group. "The upstairs looks like it's in pretty good shape," He commented, attempting to disguise his trepidation towards the house. "But it smells like a frickin' dumpster." Sebastian began breathing through his mouth to lower the chance of him smelling the moldy air as he glanced around the upstairs, scared to turn his back on what he hoped was the empty second floor.

The faded grey carper continued upstairs, covering most of the floor except where it had been torn up in a few places by God knows what. Portraits of unknown figures were hung on the walls, however over the years they had faded significantly, now appearing more like twisted monsters than decent humans. Candle holders hung on the walls, causing Sebastian to wonder exactly how old the house was. He could at the end of the hallway on the left a second set of stairs continued to ascend upwards, presumably to the attic.

"Any of you guys wanna join me up here?" Sebastian asked, turning to the rest of the group. "It's-" His words were cut short when a small scampering noise came from behind him, accompanied with what sounded like a faint voice. Sebast's head whipped around as he studied the hallway behind him with wide eyes. His heart rate skyrocketed as he held his breath, waiting for a second noise to occur. But it never came.

"Guys, there's something up here." Sebastian hissed, hoping the rest of the group could hear as he began to slowly move back towards the stairs. Unwilling to take his eyes off of the no longer vacant hallways, Sebastian continued back until his foot reached the top of the stairs. The hairs on his neck stood up as he slowly surveyed the second floor. He knew that it was probably a squirrel or a bird, however he couldn't help to shake the irrational trepidation he was experiencing.

[User]
December 20th, 2017. 8:00 AM

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It was a miracle that the ground wasn't covered in at least a foot of snow by now in the quiet town of Alta Vista. Instead, a slight fog paired with a sprinkling of rain came down on the frozen ground, leaving everything around a very dull and dead grey color. For all students, it was the beginning of winter vacation, a week off for the holidays to be spent with friends and family. For these five friends the day had started even earlier. Around 7:00 am they all decided, (somewhat reluctantly) to all wake up on the first day of the break and spend all day with one another. Having breakfast at the diner, they ate happily and started their day off on a bright and cheerful note, for the most part.

Gaining a bit more energy and after the heavy rain halted, the group decided to go exploring in the forest that surrounded the outskirts of the town. Before they knew it they had reached a small clearing, and in that clearing appeared a faded yellow home. The windows were boarded up, and if they were not boarded, broken. The siding decrepit and crumbling. The friends looked at one another, varying faces of excitement, curiosity, and worry spread across their face. They had never seen this place before, and they had sworn they had stomped over every inch of that town- twice.

Georgina adjusted the white beanie on her head as she looked to her friends, "You guys wanna take a look?" she asked innocently, as she hopped up the very weak and wobbly steps, almost going right through when she stepped on the termite infested wood. Wiggling the door handle, she pouted. She half expected it to open for her, but of course it was bolted shut.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 46

Stand: Space Oddity

Appearance: Standing at 6'7" and weighing almost 300 pounds, Arthur is, though a little more portly than muscular nowadays, an imposing figure. His thick, short, burnt orange hair, while somewhat receded up top, is most splendid in his enormous walrus mustache, though his body hair is more than substantial. Laugh lines surround his dark brown eyes. Though partial to ordinary suits, when not on official business he tends to ditch the jacket and go for dark purple slacks with matching suspenders over a mustard-yellow Hawaiian shirt covered in different small animals. Black shoes and a black watch complete his average look

Personality: A pleasant man, strong-willed and confident, amicable to strangers and an unfailing ally to friends—Arthur St. Anger is someone hard to dismiss or ignore, especially given his general showiness and over-the-top, almost hammy behavior. Arthur is, however, more than a big goof. While his smiling heart is by no means a mere facade, he does harbor a less visible side; he is pragmatic, wanting to be in control at all times, and sports very few compunctions about doing what he feels is necessary, though his overriding principles are good. For instance, he believes murder is wrong, but if someone were to attack him or his family, he would have no qualms about shooting such an individual first and asking questions later. As such, it can be said that he is both intelligent and instinctual, a man unafraid to stand up and fight for what he believes in, but more than content to be a lovable spectacle most of the time

Skills: Though one might look at Arthur and see either a brute or an oaf, he is neither of these things. While it's true that he possesses a massive amount of physical strength which his lingering mastery of grappling can put to great use, his heart and mind may be his greatest weapons; he is empathetic, considerate, and clever quick to understand things about others, including what they are feeling, making him able to win other people over. In short, he is charismatic to and likable for most people, though of course he can also be more than a little intimidating, particularly when he employs a certain pragmatic cunning without hesitation

History: Born in Oshawa, Canada, Arthur suffered a troubled childhood. The commonplace absence of his mother, an indulgent woman who fancied herself part of a society significantly higher than her household's wealth would imply, meant that his overworked father couldn't spare much time for his son. Ostracized at school for his size, Arthur got into his fair share of fights, more than often losing them due to his slow speed and then taking all the blame. Things looked dark for him until he found an idol, shining in the dark—ChallengeMania, the show based around the Northern Championship Wrestling organization. Awed by the pillars of masculinity who battled in events of incredible strength and tenacity, telling sagas of heroic faces and devious heels, Arthur devoted himself to the idea of becoming a wrestler.

Before long, he felt that he found a place where he belonged. Gaining friend after friend from his classes, he trained his physique along with his skills. The tenets of wrestling seeped into his normal life, turning his aspirations toward excellence in order to rise above all that would put him down. His redoubled his effort in school, and things turned for the better. He was determined to do it all wearing a smile, only wavering in the depressing period during which his parents divorced. After graduating high school, he split his focus between a warehouse job and wrestling, working at both until he could enter both a local wrestling league and attend Trent University Durham. Though things were difficult, he never ceased in his struggle. During his time at school, working on a degree in business, he became acquainted with a certain Bree Selvick, and natural chemistry between the two bloomed into a good relationship. Years later, in his crowning moment, Arthur stood in the spotlight with the local champion's belt around his waist and his fiancee cheering him on.

After that, the years trudged by. Arthur's burning spirit cooled, though he continued to wrestle alongside his labor as a marketer. This did not change much after he and his wife moved to the capitol of Ottawa, though it wasn't too long after that when Bree gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl that she and her husband named Seth and Aster. After a while, however, things settled down, and gradually Arthur began to grow dissatisfied. He felt as though he'd fallen into a rut, and yearned for something different, or perhaps something forgotten: the glory of his earlier days. He used some of his leverage in the industry to look into various venues of wrestling, visiting different places across Canada and the United States in search of thrilling novelty. It was in this manner that he stumbled onto something utterly abnormal.

To this day Arthur can scarcely recall what happened in a remote part of St. Louis, but he can remember glimpses of a hidden MMA ring, a frigid cell, a kaleidoscopic light in his mind, a headless figure of shadows and steel far too large to be human, and a tattooed man standing before a great clockwork insect. As far as he knows, it might have just been a nightmare, but he cannot question its repercussions. Since that hazy day he has never been alone, accompanied by a silvery seer that nobody else can see, coming and going at his beck and call to accomplish incredible things. Just as he wished, his life did get more interesting; every so often, whether as Arthur the businessman or Saint Anger the wrestler, he happened upon someone else harboring a hidden side not unlike his own, commanding powers as variable as they were strange. Some encounters ended in anticlimax, truce, or even friendship, but many ended in violence, forcing Arthur to take measures to protect himself and his family. Drifting away from the wrestling world, he worked to strengthen his own abilities and expertise. As a result, his experience and knowledge grew over the years, and as of late the former wrestler from Canada has become something of an establishment in the enigmatic world of Stands. His desire to rediscover the secret society in St. Louis that started him on this new path remains strong, but his number-one priority never did change: to protect and care for his family.

Other: Joseph

Stand Name: Space Oddity

Stand Parameters:
Power: B
Speed: D
Range: D
Staying: B
Precision: C
Learning: D

Stand Description: A bipedal, close-range, wearable, power-type Stand, Space Oddity takes the form of an oversized humanoid of ornate, celestial metal. Its size is such that despite its thinner frame its hands are about the same size as its user's. As such, it often only manifests from the torso up, rising from the ground behind or near its user. Rather than a head, it has a number of angular metal struts jutting out from its collar somewhat like the ramparts of a tower; its true head, a miniature maelstrom of purple energy with a golden, diamond-shaped locus in the middle, only appears when the Stand uses its power

Power Description: Space Oddity's ability, which is anything but simple, revolves around compound words. Most explicitly, it is able to split apart anything truly describable with a compound word into the two things that compose that compound word; this power also works in reverse, able to fuse two things together into something else so long as those two things' words make a compound word when put together.

This is accomplished by projecting a purplish wave from the Stand's hands, which travels quickly and upon contacting a suitable candidate for fusion or de-fusion becomes an aura around it, a suitable candidate being something that is already a compound word or is within a few feet of something else with which it can become a compound word. Once a candidate is surrounded with the aura, it begins to vibrate and give off a shimmering effect, and Space Oddity either gestures with its hands to pull the thing apart, or to bring two candidates closer together until the candidate/s either split or merge in a surge of cosmic energy. The result or results of the Stand's ability can be concrete, but often time the word describing it can be multiple things, so Space Oddity uses context clues o precedence, including its surroundings, to choose what is done. Faithful representation is balanced out with what makes the most sense with reality as well as consistency, often picking what the most people would first think of when the word in question is spoken to them.

-De-fusing something can have supernatural or abstract results. In such cases, adjectives are typically applied to their surroundings where applicable, and verbs are enacted
-By default, a thing is only a candidate for defusion based on its real, normal name, but if Space Oddity hears a noncandidate described as something that would make it a candidate and judges it accurate, that thing becomes a candidate
-Only nouns can be candidates for fusion
-Living things are more difficult to act upon, taking more concentration and time, leaving the Stand and its user vulnerable
-A living thing defused by the Stand's ability retains its soul, defaulting to whatever product more closely represents what came before; two living things fused together result in a combined soul, though it can be separated
-While Space Oddity acting on its own projects energy from its hands, its effect can also be achieved by touch if its hands are worn by its user, and in such a case candidates must either be physically pulled apart or shoved together

-Fusing an inedible hunk of dough and a nut together to make a delicious doughnut
-Fusing a house key and a length of chain together to make a keychain
-Fusing a plastic sun and a pair of spectacles to make sunglasses
-Fusing a razor blade and a light switch to make a switchblade
-Defusing a cupboard into a cup and a board
-Defusing a raindeer into rain and a deer, resulting in a normal deer and causing spontaneous rain in the current region
-Defusing a teardrop into a tear and a drop, resulting in a gash being ripped in the closest available surface and a potent momentary increase in gravity in the surrounding area
-Defusing a smartbomb into a bomb (a round black bomb with a wick, the most recognizable representation of 'bomb') and 'smart', which manifests as a temporary intelligence boost for everyone in the vicinity

Other:

[User]
❣ DISTRUST - Masafumi Takada ❣
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Mieke's eyes followed the man as he plunged off the diving board. His routine was certainly impressive, making Mieke's heart beat a little faster. Over the course of a split second, her stomach twisted as she took note of where he would land. She didn't even have time to look away before the daredevil landed hard on the edge of the pool.

She covered her mouth, a nauseous feeling rising in her throat, and— yeah, she was crying again. Mieke sank to her knees, not trusting her legs to hold her up. She didn't make a sound, but her mind was racing. The crowd was panicking around her, but all she could hear was the sound the man's body made when it hit the hard surface, over and over.

Through her tears, she noticed the other two performers talking to each other, though she couldn't hear their voices. How were they so calm about this? Yeah, it was a dangerous job, but it can't be every day your partner just up and fucking dies, right?

Mieke couldn't decide whether she wanted to scream, throw up, or just go to sleep for, like, a week, so she just stayed there on the ground.

[Assistant]
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Having taken note of the odd Stand, Blue opted to ignore the apparent lack of effect for the time being. Focusing on the user would do her more good.

Blue smiled easily, nodding at his initial question before glancing casually at the laughing man as she helped pick up the cards. "Y'know, I wouldn't worry about people so much. They're not worth it, I've learned. Heck my own family tried to make me something I'm not. They kinda succeeded, though, but I learned that people who don't help and understand themselves are the broken rocks from the cliff side that have fallen all the way down to the bottom. They're beneath people like us." Her words were light, genuine, but mildly firm. She handed him the last card, helping him stand straight again, and brushed off some dirt from his front. She stayed close for a moment, adding, "Now, with that said, can you be the bigger man? Will you be the cliff or the rock that falls down? I'd love to go sit and talk and maybe see some more of your tricks. But I need you to be the better here."

[User]
Satisfied with the woman's confused but agreeable reaction, Leonard shrugged off the gathering of rabble rousers. It had been a fun distraction, but a distraction all the same. That's when he felt his phone vibrate. Squeezing out of the crowd, Leonard plucked the device from his pocket and read the text sent from an unfamiliar number, signed by Blue. A quick smile flashed across his face as he quickly sent a reply back to the group text.

Soon as the text was sent, he began to jog back through the garden pathways toward the entrance. No sense in taking his time if he wasn't being paid by the hour.

[Assistant]
Wearing a genial expression, Arthur took stock of the man who approached him. The nitty-gritty details did not bear in-depth consideration; the individual before him was an ordinary man. To such a citizen, the sudden appearance of crocodile, particularly one the size of Hogan, constituted not just a threat but an occurrence seemingly discordant with reality. How could such a thing be possible, one might think, to see such a great, lumbering beast of the deep plop out of a van's posterior in midday? A sense of surreal unease afflicted this fellow, and Arthur felt obliged to set his worries at ease.

"My apologies if my friend here unnerves you, sir," he said, putting his expressiveness to work through his face and hands. "While there's no statute against reptiles here, I understand you completely. However, please let me assure you that Hogan here is not only professionally trained, but also very friendly." He crouched down and ran a hand across his comrade's scaly back, stroking him like he might a dog. "Here, take a look. Hogan, do you want to be friends with this gentleman?"

Arthur gave a slight nod to indicate what Hogan should do, then waited for him to help out.

"And are you dangerous in any way?" This time Arthur shook his head 'no', and he dearly hoped that Hogan didn't take offense to the suggestion that he was harmless. It's all part of the act, the businessman wanted to tell him.

"And are you here for the licensed, professional animal show beginning in half an hour?" Hopefully the snaggletoothed stand user would catch on. With any luck, the man -as well as the trove of nearby onlookers- would buy the act and let them go about their business. So long as the pair departed within the next thirty minutes, which would be ample time to check the park, there should be no issue.