[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes.
The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack.
The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks.
The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see.

Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout

Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko.

Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something.

Color: Mint Green

Emblem: Emblem
Appearance:
A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange.
When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes.
Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.

[User]
Robert walked happily with his teammates to the Grimm Studies class, completely oblivious to Greyson's jealousy. Robert made sure that, when they arrived at the classroom, he would sit right next to those he knew, specifically Priscilla. After taking his seat he realized that the teacher was the same one that had administered the Beacon entrance exam. And sure enough, he had a long, boring, egotistical story about himself to share with the rest of the class.

After the long waste of time Prof. Port spent telling the days of his youth, Robert spotted the cage that held the dangerous,young Grimm. When asked for volunteers, he thought about the decision carefully. "I still feel a bit sore from that sparring match with Abel, but it'd be a great way to show off more for Priscilla," Robert said aloud at a barely audible whisper. "I'll do it!" he shouted, hand held high above his head.

[Assistant]
It wasn't much too difficult to pass through unnoticed, despite his daunting height and cumbersome form. Jayden held an agile grace about him that his stature didn't quite represent well, if not entirely debunked the idea, but alas, Jayden often found himself more surefooted than most. So, finding a way to slip through the crowd of students, lunch in hand and a wary feature set, Jayden through to the courtyard of Beacon, sat quiet upon a ledge to eat in peace. Of course, team bonding was at the top priority it was still technically their first casual day together. They'd set up a system in the heat of battle, sure, but Jayden in combat and Jayden in everyday life were two separate entities and it, though it came hard to admit, Jayden lacked the confidence he showed in himself outside of the field of battle. Tedious conversations and mishaps seemed far too trivial to take part in, or in reality, it put far too much pressure on Jayden than he knew he was used to or knew he could handle, for that matter.

Quiet courtyards, sparse of any distractions aside from those wanted (birds, bugs, and the breeze) provided a better environment for Jayden to relax in. His battle, unfortunately, subsided promptly and came more as a shock than anything else—uneventful, to say the least, and maybe just a tad bit disappointing. Jayden refused to put up a fuss, however, and accepted the far too easy win in lieu of further moments to himself and the prospect of having those moments in solitude. Rayna and Victor would certainly be able to do without him and his stalwart figure, not to mention unassuming rabbit ears. Plus, Jayden was far too hungry and he'd suspected that if hadn't taken the chance to leave, he might not have had the opportunity to eat. Lunch times in any kind of educational system didn't really provide the time for their children to eat. More so, the students didn't provide themselves any time to eat—high hormone levels and puberty tended to raise priority on antics over that of getting food in one's stomach, at least from Jayden's perspective.

With the bell tone ringing in his ears, Jayden stood from his perch on the low wall to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten and the tray within the cafeteria before promptly making his way toward his next class. Grimm Studies, something Jayden took delight in, though not necessarily for the reason of defeating them in numerous, creative ways. He refused to voice his opinions and his delight in studying Grimm in a more scientific way rather than combative, as Beacon didn't necessarily nurture that in their students, or at least that's what most students would assume. Such a thought urged Jayden to take the furthest seat in the back, away from all the other students and for more reasons than he had a different opinion than them. Most people didn't take to faunus lightly and Jayden's ears were a glowing beacon for people to comment on. They were large, occasionally floppy, and most of all, they were a stark tinge of black, with a base of largely white, and speckles of dark green scattered about that stood out most definitely against the backdrop of his own jet black hair.

Hands folded along the desk, highest and furthest back, Jayden paid close attention to the students of the classroom, though kept most of his focus on his teacher and what he had to say. Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting for the first class to be so... hands on and the query for volunteers flared Jayden's anxiety tenfold. Ears folding downward in an attempt to shrink, Jayden leaned back into his chair, hands sinking into his lap as his eyes scanned the room in antiipation.

"You realize it's your job to assist students with behavioral issues, right?" Ahriman's hands flicked over his roster, leaning informally against Solomon's desk with little concern for the man fussing over coffee in the corner of his office. Why he wouldn't just head over to the break room for freshly brewed coffee amazed Ahriman, but he wouldn't bring it up. With Solomon's ailment, having things he needed or wanted within reach was far simpler.

With a frustrated sigh, Solomon slammed his personal coffee mug down and spun to face Ahriman. "And you realize you're wasting your prep time making googly eyes at another teacher," he retorted before returning to fixing his coffee machine. A light haze floated along Ahriman's features, promptly followed by a quiet grumble only the stag faunus' ears could quite catch. A small smile lit Ahriman's lips as he pushed off from the desk.

"Jealous of a piece of paper," he stated, "how very like you."

"Not jealous," Solomon's responded, quiet as the coffee machine finally whirred to life, "just frustrated—by other means, of course. Children are... difficult. Remind me not to convince you to get one."

"Duly noted," Ahriman spoke, grinning as he moved into Solomon's space, placing a light peck on the man's stubbled cheek. "Don't forget to pick up your mail. There's quite a few important things that require your attention, from Ozpin, I suspect. Or Goodwitch, both are rather important," Ahriman huffed, hushed as he laid another chaste kiss on Solomon's cheek, "I'll see you later tonight; don't stress yourself out, this time. I'd like someone to actually eat the dinner I make."

"I'll try not to if you promise not to kill any kids this year," Solomon shot, turning to face a retreating Ahriman as he moved to exit the office.

"Your miscreants left, by the way," Ahriman called back, "And it was his fault for not telling me he required an inhaler beforehand."

"Did you seriously—"

"No, just... mild brain damage."

"Because brain damage can be considered mild, right."

[User]
Merlin nearly fell asleep as Prof. Port expertly told his story. He began to wonder if this is what people are like when they get old. Do they live so much in the past that they must always tell it to someone, or is it a way to get people to pay attention to them? Merlin pondered both scenarios in his head. He could understand both, the first would be that someone who has aged considerable may want to escape to the past that they have had, when they were younger and full of life. The second scenario is a lot more saddening. The person who has aged may feel like that life around them has begun to move forward, and they are not along for the ride; therefor, they remind those that left them behind that they still exist. Merlin didn't have such a luxury like living in the past. Just thinking about his past life made his skin crawl. He hated it, and he was going to make sure nothing like that would happen to him again.

Merlin continued to think of things like this until Prof. Port finally moved away from the story and transitioned into a challenge to the newer generation. The prospect of fighting a Grimm in front of an audience excited Merlin. Without even giving it a second thought, Merlin raised his hand, leaned back, and waited for the teachers decision. "This ought to be a good show. The suspense is killing me, hehehe" He said with grin. He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and he also loved to entertain the audience. An opportunity that combined both of those aspects presented itself, and Merlin wasn't going to let it pass by without at least being considered for it.

[Assistant]
Period 4, Armory Class

Ineko quickly jogged to the Armory class. That shower took longer than expected. Damn the hot water for feeling so comfortable. He thought to himself. His armor was still wet from the quick cleaning he gave it. He opened the door to the Armory class quietly and the first thing he noticed was the classroom itself. It was like stepping into the iron amazon forest, and then he felt the gaze of something powerful. Ineko glanced to it, and found the metal beast parked inside of the classroom, a tank. Like an apex predator it seemed to watch his every move, and Damascus was certainly not completely comfortable either.

Shaking it off, he noticed that there were a couple of conversations going, he used this background noise to, surprisingly stealthily, find a seat. Finding that seat next to Indigo, who was sitting next to Ivan. Right after, Ivan stood up and introduced himself. Then Indigo introduced himself. Not wanting to break the stride, Ineko stood up.
"I'm... Ineko Irandi. I like to do robotics and armor." The armored student said somewhat awkwardly, his robot-esque voice was a little garbled due to the moisture of the shower he took earlier. He stood there for a second before slowly sitting back down. Once he did, he leaned in towards Indigo and whispered, "I've missed something haven't I?"
He glanced back to the tank again, just to make sure it hadn't moved.


[System]
Age:
17

Allegiance:
Neutral

History (Optional):
Living off nature and all that jazz. Where are her parents? Nobody knows.

Personality:
Zora is hardworking and curious. There are times where she pushes herself too far and needs to be reminded to take a break. She is fairly harsh when it comes to training and learning. When Zora has a task to do, she'll see it through to the end. While she finds it difficult to relate to other humans, she tries her best to get along with them. On the other hand, Zora feels more at ease with the animals, and tends to feel more of an emotional bond with animals than she does with humans. When she makes friends, she has a tendency to tease them in a very friendly manner. Zora loves being in nature, separated from all man made structures. She is most comfortable here and tends to be very gentle and kind in this environment. She is looked up to by many of her fellow classmates at the academy, however she's very insecure and self conscious around others. She comes off as humble to most, when it's actually a sense of self deprecation driving her words. Zora believes that when placed among the beauty and grace that is nature, she cannot compare, though she does try.

Tome (Color and Abilities):
Zora's Tome takes the form of a intricate wooden bow with a few green ribbons of silk wrapped around the ends. When she draws the string back, a brown arrow that is seemingly made out of light appears notched in the bow.

A part of Zora's abilities is to have an empathic link with animals. The can communicate with them, but has no control over them. Every animal has it's own free will to accept her requests or not. Therefore she makes it a point to get on good terms with the animals surrounding wherever she may be.

The second part of Zora's abilities is rarely used, and for a very valid reason too. She can transform parts of her body to have similar traits to animals which can improve a function, such as claws, fangs, or ears. However, once she is done with it, Zora must remove the part from her body. If she had claws, she'd have to cut off her fingers, with fang's she'd have to rip them out, and with ears, cut them off. Because of her low pain tolerance, she usually ends up passing out for about a full day. While she is out, her body regenerates the natural state of the body part. Once she wakes up, the body part is fully regenerated. Usually the smaller the body part the less time Zora is passed out/regenerating. If she does not within 12 hours, then the particular transformation begins to cause pain to her. Over a course of 24 hours, the pain continues and usually a headache develops. During these hours, the transformation rots off until it disappears. It then takes the time to regenerate which varies depending on the size.

Other:

[User]
Měihóu Niángniang

"Oh, not at all, sweetie." Měihóu cheerily turned, offering them peaches from the basket. "Oh, of course not, heavens no." She laughs off the second question, seeming quite surprised. She bites into one of her own candied peaches, then mumbles around it, "Can't imagine anyone trying to get in at all."

At the mention of reinforcement party, Měihóu seemed to have an expression that would only be slightly more confused if Sienna had claimed to be the great beast reincarnated, returned from beyond the moon to lay devastation down upon the world. "Huh?"

As soon as her name was said, the confusion disappeared from Měihóu's face, instantly replaced with pain. "OW OW OW OW OW... Hate premature triggered recall.. So.. So much... Owww..." Leaning against a nearby wall and massaging her head furiously, Měihóu took in a sharp breath between gritted teeth. "You guys were really close to having your cover blown there. Protip, I change my memories to suit my current objective. The best lie is the truth." Regardless, she followed the two.

Then, as the Imperator began her speech, Měihóu gave a pause for a moment. She glanced in the direction of the Imperator, a slight shiver running down her back.

Then, taking out a peach from her basket before ditching it, she brought out her staff and gave it a good twirl. She tossed the peach into the air, before striking it with her staff to a loud crack that blended into the distant remains of the fireworks. It arced up into the sky far further than it had any right to.

Then she broke out into a run, "Keep up! If you can't, I'll be a peacock. :P" She stuck her tongue out, turning to look at the twins for a moment before sprinting forward further. She quite quickly parkour'd her way through a building, and by the time she had reached their mutual destination, she had transformed herself while out of sight into a flamboyantly dressed person in blue and white, peacock feather fan in hand, and was walking normally, not out of breath or sweating.

About one hundred and eight seconds after launch, a strangely transmuted peach would land precisely on the railing in front of the Imperator, if no one had tracked its progress through the sky and blocked it. Which, let's be honest, was most likely. It was light as a feather but hard as stone, and its precision of flight was preternatural.

It read in crude gray letters, "Monkey was here" next to a chibi stone monkey doing a peace sign.

[Assistant]
Jessi

After their surprise encounter with an Observer, the two guards were completely at a loss for words. Jessi on the other hand felt overwhelming pride. He looked at his dumbfound comrades and simply stated with a shrug, "I warned you." The mouthier of the two swore at Jess under his breath while the other one began to panic, "Y-you don't think he'll actually report us do you? I mean he didn't even get our names or anything. Maybe he was just trying to scare us?"

His fears became realized when out of the crowd their sergeant came up with a stern and very clearly angry look. "I just received some very disturbing news from an Observer." They began their desperate attempts to apologize but were immediately silenced by the harsh words of their superior. "ZIP IT! I leave you for 5 minutes and you abandon your posts? Under normal circumstances I would have you both court marshaled, but considering it's a special day, I'll just leave you with a warning." The guards each let out a sigh of relief, "But just so you're not tempted, you're both being reassigned to stand watch at the base. Now MOVE!"

The sergeant waved his hands to get the two moving, but spoke to Jessi before leaving, "Phalax, good work. If only all the men in our division had your resolve." Jessi gave the sergeant a salute as he left then returned his gaze upon the masses searching for any danger.

It was not long after that, a Legion descended from the heavens and greeted the young guard, who promptly stood at attention to clone of the militaries high commander. "Are there others with you? Jessi shook his head, "No sir. There were two others but my sergeant took them back to base for reassignment." He spoke loud and firm so that his superior would hear him over the sounds of merriment in the background, though the people had now given distance for the glorious golden figure now standing before them.

However, the noise before paled in comparison to the cheers and applause that came as the bells signifying that their omnipotent ruler was about to speak. And in an instant all sounds came to a halt so that her words could be heard across all of Infiniitum. As she finished her final words echoed in the back of Jessi's mind. A treasure hunt? How would that help in fighting the Librarians? Unless... Was she talking about the relics?

[User]
Zora watched the snotty girl disappear into the crowd. Her fists clenched in rage and face bright red at the insulting words. However, the tattooed female slowly inhaled then exhaled. She stretched her fingers outwards, forcing the tension out of her muscles. With a now focused mind Zora turned her gaze back to the broken flowers. Her glance was only brief for she decided to go to the shops around Citadel to look for something to do.

The colorful stands around the city were covered in a multitude of small white lights. Every person standing around Zora seemed to be overflowing with happiness. But for some reason the nature child could not bring herself to feel the same way that they did. For some strange unforeseeable reason, she could not imagine in the slightest what could possibly make them happy in this situation. It was a strange sensation. As if everything around her was living in a delusion of their own design, but she had managed to break out. It was like viewing a 2D object in the 3D realm of perception. To her, the thought of being in a secluded part of nature, where no man had ever set foot, that was happiness.

Zora woke up from her trance of thought when A rather tall male slammed against her shoulder while passing by her. All the while muttering profanity at the daydreaming child. Soon her thoughts came back to the present. Realizing that she had no friends to comfort her, no family to consult, Zora bit down on her lower lip. Trying desperately to relieve herself of the thoughts that filled her mind, she made her way to the nearest attraction. It happened to be selling beautiful silver jewelry. In awe, the brunette gently let her fingers brush over the intricately designed metal. The shopkeeper spoke up asking what she was looking for, but there was nothing she was looking for particularly. When she looked at all of the pieces separately, Zora spotted a simple design of a dragon. "May I have this one?" She asked, beaming at the old, grey man. After a quick exchange, the silver pendant sat in the pocket of her jeans. Now, Zora's footsteps were deliberate as they carried her towards the Academy.


[System]
* Age: 14.
* Gender: Female
* Appearance:Normal
* Personality:

Quiet. Calm. Stoic.

Her face is a mask of calm, her emotions hidden well behind it's perfect stillness. She is taciturn, ill inclined to speak and always deliberate with what words she chooses. Despite this she is never very harsh in her tone. She is soft spoken and though she can be caring it is hard for her not to come off as distant or closed off towards others.

Behind her mask she hides a great deal of pain. Her condition has left her wheelchair bound and with each passing month her body worsens leaving her less and less able. With the knowledge that, as most doctors she's seen have informed her, she is unlikely to live past eighteen her outlook has become rather grim. Despite her severe handicap however she uses her magic powers to help those in need and protect the innocent. She tends to look at the big picture and often considers the greater good but tries not to forget to do right by those close to her. Though selfless in her pursuit in helping mankind with her magic she pays just enough heed to herself to effectively support herself as she is a means to the bigger picture which is the good of all.

She is fairly studious as well, being well read with a particular eye towards the classics. She has a rich English verbiage which frequently bleeds into her day to day dialect. Due to her severe physical handicap her interests are often fairly insular and passive. She dislikes stress and hardship but is realistic enough to understand that unpleasantness sometimes cannot be avoided, only confronted.

Her determination to succeed in this Hex Night is strong as it presents one of the only opportunities she'll have of having her wish made reality. Given how long she's expected to live she doesn't see any realistic alternatives.
* Skills: She's well studied and holds a decent trove of miscellaneous knowledge which leans heavily on history.
* Brief Backstory:

Sophia was a sickly child from birth. As it turned out she possessed a genetic defect where her ribcage is too small for her organs. This is known as Thoracic Insufficiency Syndrome. This defect resulted in her ribcage putting pressure on her heart and lungs, leading to constant chest pains and shortness of breath. The weakness in her heart and breath left her enfeebled. She's been wheelchair bound from an early age and it hasn't improved with time.

A young girl in a wheelchair with an oxygen mask seemed like quite the odd candidate for magic powers indeed. Regardless she accepted her newfound gift and used it to combat the darkness formed from the negative emotions of mankind. She has battled the darkness for some time but with her worsening condition it seemed like she might not have much longer to do battle, her health declining with the steady passage of time. When she got word of this Hex Night taking place she set out from her home in Britain to Japan so she might reach for this grand prize.

At this point there was little for her to lose.

	+ Magical Girl Appearance:Transformed One detail that differs from the image is that her irides are completely black in this form.
	+ Concept: The Macabre.
	+ Archetype: The Raven's Quill.
	+ Abilities:

	Sophia is a rather delicate summoner who's main forms of attack are swarms of shadow based ravens which mob her enemies with their sharp beaks and talons. The ravens are mostly intangible which makes them difficult to damage physically. As they are shadow based light based attacks disperse them the easiest. Other forms of magical attacks vary in their effectiveness against the ravens with physical attacks being the weakest method to use against them. A strong enough melee attack will disperse a raven that's struck but their bodies are fairly fluid, able to reshape quite easily after being struck by physical blows. In addition she can extend her sight through these ravens by closing her eyes and seeing through those of the shadow's own.

	Her other power allows her to blend into the darkness allowing her to hide up a certain amount of mass from sight. The effectiveness of this concealment scales with the size and intensity of the shadow used. Perfect darkness allows for perfect concealment while a dim shadow only allows for partial concealment.

	She does not possess access to her greatest abilities as she is unaware of her Archetype's nature.

[User]
"Ah!"

The light had made Hikari flinch, just a little. Inwardly, she cursed herself.

She had just... aah, she'd gotten caught up in what she'd been doing and not even realized an attack from Tokiko was part of this! The diminutive girl almost wanted to chew her fellow magical girl out about it, complain about how it was hard to prepare for something like that when Tokiko had never stated she, too, was part of the barrier test. But the current redhead managed to restrain herself, at least for now. She had learned something valuable about her barrier, at least, that being just how powerful it really was.

That didn't stop her from letting out a huff, and nor did it prevent Hikari from glaring at Tokiko just a little as she listened to the more experienced magical girl. She didn't have to be happy about how things just went, even if she was trying not to complain about it.

Wait. She was supposed to just hit Eve? The monstergirl even seemed scared!

"Heh? Just... whale on her?" she asked, eyes drifting back to the living archetype as she spoke. After a few moments, though, Hikari began to really think it through. They were magical girls, and Eve was an archetype... that meant there was no way that this kind of blow would seriously hurt her, right?

"... Well, if you say so!" she declared, with a shrug. It would let Hikari vent some of her frustration, if nothing else... slowly, she raised her mallet back over her shoulder. In this less frantic scenario, she was able to recognize its form better: It looked almost like a firework launcher, the rear of the hammer decorated to look like the face of a dragon. Had that been why it had given her a boost, that it had fired a rocket blast out of it like a firework?

With a small shout, she swung the hammer forward. Almost immediately there was a whiff of gunpowder and a flash of brilliant light as an explosion erupted from the rear of the hammer. It rocketed forward, hurtling towards Eve with incredible force.

No matter how the monstergirl took the blow, it was immediately clear that Hikari's chief power was in her melee capabilities, an incredibly strong close-range offense via the blunt force of her hammer.

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"It's still pretty! Not a lot of people have white hair when they're not old, you know?" Hina explained, as if to clarify her sudden interest in Hanako's hair, "You're like the little princess in Hisa-nee's manga!"

"You just mentioned that," Chise pointed out, with a small sigh, "... Onee-san reads such weird manga..."

After a moment, the black-haired little girl decided to attempt to address the older girl's question about their project.

"It's a project about our culture as Japanese people," she explained, quickly. Perhaps a little too hastily, it almost sounded like she was trying to quickly get out some kind of excuse and move on as swiftly as possible... but before she could try and continue along those lines, Chise fell silent.

"... Hina-chan," she asked, suddenly giving the brunette girl a very serious look, "Did you check?"

"Check...?"

For a moment, Hina looked bewildered, before suddenly having a look of realization dawn on her face. Without another moment's pause, rather confusingly, the girl with the side ponytail began sniffing at the air, almost like a dog would.

"... So that's it!" she declared, suddenly. Before Chise could ask her just what 'it' was, however, Hina's attention was fixed on Hanako.

"Let's go outside to finish our talk," continued the brunette, "Magical girl."

Daze

---

What Fuyuko encountered was not a shade.

No, there was soon the sound of footsteps on a nearby rooftop. Thankfully, any chance of it being an ambush was rather quickly dispelled.

"Oiiii! Oiiii!"

The source of the voice was a magical girl. She was of average height, with short hair. Currently, it was a bright, silver shade, almost looking metallic from the way it seemed to gleam. In terms of her features, she was fairly pretty, with silver eyes that matched her hair, and a slightly tomboyish look. She work a long jacket and shorts, with thigh-high socks and boots that, on closer inspection, seemed to be armored. But the most striking feature was what was on her right arm.

It was a thick, complex silver gauntlet, one that appeared to be made of up a number of different mechanisms. If Fuyuko had been closer, she may have heard a faint whirring sound from it.

"Hey!" called the girl, "I'm not interested in a fight, okay? I was just wondering, have you seen some weirdo in a rabbit mask? Wearing a suit?"

[Assistant]
❅❄ Fuyuko Yamazaki ❄❅

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Hearing footsteps, Fuyuko spun round, ready to transform at a moment's notice. Sure enough, on a nearby roof was a magical girl, sporting armoured boots and a huge mechanical gauntlet. If she were to pick a fight, she'd surely be a formidable opponent. Instead of attacking, though, the girl addressed her with a question. One about the stranger in the woods.

Fuyuko weighed the options in her mind. Without Noriko and Kiyoshi around, she couldn't be sure of the armoured warrior's intentions. Who was to say this wasn't some kind of trick? Then again, if the gauntlet wielder really did need help, she wasn't going to deny assistance to a fellow magical girl.

"Um... hello. Yes, just a few minutes ago they were..." She pointed in the direction of the hill. "In the forest, near the shrine. They didn't stick around long though. Do you know who this person may be, and and what they want?"

She recalled her sister's description of the stranger - cold and empty - before piping up again.

"Also, if I may ask..." She glanced down at her nondescript clothing, then looked back up. "How did you know I'm a magical girl?" To most, she figured, a teen wandering alone after dark would be something of an odd sight, but how had this girl been able to tell for sure? A frisson of paranoia crept over her. Was this how Sophia had felt upon being detected?

[User]
"Well, it was good to meet you, and I hope we get to talk again soon."

"Until we meet again." It seemed Sophia was a beat ahead on that farewell. The three parted ways, connected in some sense but removed in many others.

With steady pace she had turned and continued down her way, taking the route back to her temporary lodging. For a meeting that should not have happened it seemed to open up a number of opportunities. Had they not met would she not have been made aware of their masked observer? Would he not have shown had she simply been alone?

There were questions that needed answers. The hour was growing late however and while the night was rife with activity she had to consider how long she'd maintain vigil before her rest would become the foremost concern. The need to maintain appearances of a normal life were also necessary as was the need to remain in care. Setting out to participate in this odd ritual designed to keep evil at bay by turning the defenders of humanity against themselves was necessary but at the same time it always held the risk of isolating her if there were an emergency. Away from her parents the possibility of a respiratory attack was no less present. She had a few countermeasures, her phone had emergency responders on speed dial and her chair was equipped with a rebreather attached to an oxygen tank should she experience breathing difficulties. They did not guarantee that she would survive a severe accident should something go awry but it certainly put her parent's minds at ease.

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Coming into the hotel they were staying at she considered how she'd approach the remainder of this night. Thankfully at this hour the lobby saw little to no traffic so she was more or less alone aside from the desk man manning his station. Calmly she rolled on down the hall where the elevators laid. She passed them by and continued on to the woman's public restroom on the lobby floor. Since nobody was likely to need it in the near future she figured it would serve as a serviceable hideaway. Rolling inside she locked the door behind her and left the lights off bathing her in the perfect darkness of this closed off space. Ultimately this was not a permanent arrangement as stealing use of the restrooms was not something she could maintain for much longer than a couple hours but for this time of night she didn't need it for much more than that anyways. It would suffice.

She transformed into her magical girl guise once again, donning her dark frills and gothic boots once more as she assumed her alternate identity. In the tranquil silence of this closed off room she closed her eyes, reaching out to the darkness that starting to blanket the land. With the sun's light dying in the twilight hours she was able to find more than enough purchase for her ravens to form. Their numbers only grew as the darkness took hold of the land, the restrictions set upon them loosening through the onset of night.

Admittedly however she had narrowed her spectrum of view somewhat. She had more of her ravens set throughout the forest than she did the other areas she surveyed. The question as to where that man had run off to still eluded her and if such a location remained within those woods she wanted to find it. She was not blind to other activities that caught her eye however as both shades and other magical girls drew her attention in equal measure. Her duties to protect people from the shades still stood and her interest in learning more of the magical girls of this area had not waned.

For now she kept watch, flitting from eyes to eyes, from raven to raven.


[System]
Arthur Stanford

We'll handle this like Gentlemen, I'd hate for you to see how I'd act otherwise

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Character Summary
Aliases: Arty
Age: 12
Birthday: September 12th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Belfast, Maine
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin, Year Round
How Many Years At Camp: None
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: English, Ancient Greek

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 Pounds
Body Type: Athletic , though not very muscular.
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None to speak of.
Personal Style: If there's one word to describe Arthur's style, it would be sleek. Dress shirts and pants for cooler days, and tan shorts with a plain black T-shirt for the warmer ones. He has plain Stygian Iron bracelets on either hand, with a matching belt, all composed of smooth rectangular links binding them together. His hair is always neatly combed to the right side, kept at a length of no longer than an inch and a half.

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Psychology
Level headed * Petty * Decisive * Arrogant * People Person * Stubborn

Sexuality:  Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Arthur has an air of superiority about him, often in that he tries to keep his cool no matter what's in front of him. Even with those who he particularly dislikes, he keeps a pleasant tone, and cordial attitude, making him hard to get a read on him sometimes. With those he does like however, he'll often go out of his way to fix any problems they might have. If somebody's picking on them, he'll do what he can to make sure they stop, for example. Arthur sees social interactions with most people as a kind of transaction, and if he can't get anything useful out of that transaction, he doesn't participate in it. In short, he's very focused on self advancement.

 As a son of Hades, Arthur has been blessed with the ability to talk to spirits from beyond. While many might think this to be a fun and exciting power, Arthur finds the vast majority of ghosts to be annoying at best, and prefers not to engage with them when they try to communicate with him. Though he does maintain a similarly friendly attitude when he does talk to them, and is much more likely to engage with them if he wants something. If they do legitimately need some kind of help, he's not the kind to ignore them, but he might drag his feet in getting them what they need.
Habits: Picking his nails, chewing gum, cracking his knuckles.
Hobbies: Throwing darts, sculpting, reading.
Fears:
* Ruining the friendship's he has.
* Death
* Saying the wrong thing.

Likes:
* Honing his talents
* Learning about individuals
* Cats
* Birds
* Manners
* Fighting

Dislikes:
* Wasting time
* Rudeness
* Ghosts
* Milk
* Hot days
* Vegetables

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Necromancy: Arthur can raise the dead, and bend them to his will, making things like skeletal soldiers to fight by his side. Additionally, he can communicate with ghosts, to the point that they don't really leave him alone, which is why he defaults to ignoring them. Lastly, due to his attunement with the dead, he gets a sense when people are soon to cross over from the realm of the living, to that of the dead.
* Ferrokinesis: Arthur can pull and detect precious metals from the ground itself, along with having the ability to telekinetically control them, and, given proper time, shape and weld them how he likes, without the need of heat. Precious metals he does extract from the ground however, should not be held onto for long, as those who have them are bound to have misfortune come their way.
* Dagger/Knife Fighting

General Skills:

* Diplomacy
* Empathy
* Persuasion
* Intimidation
* Sculpting
* Piano
* Hunting

Combat Skills:
* Thrown Weapons
* Shields
* Swordplay
* Proficient with spiked Gauntlets
* Knives

Magic Item:
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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.
* Clothing -
* Purse/Wallet -
* Bubblegum
* Pen
* Notebook
* Books
* Watch

Possessions In Cabin:
* Collection of books, mostly on Greek myths.
* Suit
* Paper
* Clothes for cold weather

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History

Biography Extravagant Wealth, hired help, and high society were all integral parts of Arthur's upbringing. Being the heir to one of the biggest corporations in the extraction and sale of precious gems of all kinds, money was never anything to be worried about in his family. His younger years were mostly spent learning proper etiquette, and generally grooming him for success. He had two older sisters, who he was always at odds with, them seeing his existence as a threat to their own inheritance of the family business, even as much as they loved him. This was a constant source of underlying tension in his family, and he always coped with this by focusing on keeping up his own appearances, and trying to act as if it weren't there. As it turned out in fact, Arthur's mother choose to have him not only out of the attraction she had for Hades, but because she knew it would do wonders for her husband's business to have their heir be the son of the literal god of wealth. In the end, Arthur's birth was nothing more than a smart business move.

 Initially, Arthur was to be made aware of his godly patronage, but his parents identified behavioral issues that made them think twice. He wasn't much for taking orders, and thereby was far from the obedient child they'd want to have at the head of their company. As such, they had decided to send him off to boarding school, hoping that would straighten him out. For the past month, he'd been attending the Crystal River School, For Troubled Youth, and is pretty unhappy about it. Having spent the better part of his life with private tutors and much better food, the step down that this was has really soured him. Currently he's passing time by coming up with ways to discreetly raise hell among the populace.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: They haven't yet.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:  Megalovania

Extra Information: Nyarlathotep from the Cthulhu Mythos is daddy. Here.
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.

Relations
Arthur Stanford
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣
🌓Ezekiel Kel🌓
"He's one of the older kids at Camp, I haven't seen much of him"
Arthur doesn't know much about Ezekiel.

🌓Nancy Parker🌓
"She was at the Roman camp, yeah?"
He doesn't really know her that well.

💛💜💘Andy Philips 💛💜💘
"She's the reason I'm still here"
Andy is Arthur's best friend, and though he doesn't have the words for it, his first crush.

💛Leda Storn 💛
"She's cool with Andy, and she seems pretty nice!"
Arthur needs friends, and Leda's friends with Andy, therefore Arthur is friends with Leda.

💕💛Demetri Howell 💛💕
"He's been through a lot, and he still cares about Andy and I"
Arthur sees him as a protector, somebody that knows that they're doing and how to keep him and Andy safe.

💛Kiera Donovan 💛
"She was with me from the start."
Arthur doesn't know Kristen too well, but as a survivor of that academy, and a fellow kid of the Big Three, he feels connected to her.

🌓/💛 Kristin Reynolds 🌓/💛
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur really doesn't know much about her, but she wants to help train him, so he appreciates that.

🌓 Madalyne Crane 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
She's cool with Andy, but as somebody from the Jupiter camp, Arthur doesn't know much about her.

♨ Niah Bautista ♨
"She tried to scare me out of fighting"
Arthur doesn't appreciate the way she tried to keep him out of the fight, he doesn't like being patronized.

🌓 Marygold Isley 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Marygold.

🌓Jason Gauger 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Jason.

🌓Janelle Gauger 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Janelle.

🌓Stella Herbalem 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Stella.

👋Leandra Lovelace👋
"It's always nice to see her."
Arthur doesn't know much about the Jupiter kids, but he likes to see her when she comes around.

[User]
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Andy

Location: Zeus Cabin - Dining pavilion

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"Thanks Eva." Andy said, she stood up and slipped on her shoes. Then waited for Arthur. The world felt heavy. She considered quickly packing, she didn't have much in the way of worldly goods. She decided she carried everything she would need until they got to camp Jupiter. All she did was check to make sure her bracelet was on her wrist. It was her most important possession. She could lose everything she currently owned, which was just some shirts and a toothbrush, and wouldn't care. As long as she still had her bracelet.

Once Arthur was ready she walked beside him to the dining pavilion. There wasn't anything to say. No words would make things better. And filling the silence with meanless words felt like a lie. "Zeus' table?" She asked, feeling that Arthur would prefer it over his own father's table at the moment. Though the small sacrifice with the meal would be rough. She considered what to say for a moment at the brazier and in the end, she just said "Let this trip to Camp Jupiter be a smooth one." And then she picked at her breakfast.

[Assistant]
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Desdemona Pemberton

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Location: Camp Half-Blood - The Divine Cabins
Skills: N/A

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Mona felt herself sharing Leda's view. She also wanted to get started, especially considering how long the trip was going to be. The sooner they got done, the sooner they could come back. Mona didn't really feel prepared. She still didn't understand her powers fully, though she used them in capture the flag. She could still use combat practice, though she took down and held her own in combat at the gate. Maybe it was a feeling of needing more. More guidance from someone who understood, not one of her peers.

She shrugged as Kristin came over. "Alright, I guess. How are you doing?" She was kind of concerned for the others that came with her from school and how they were handling the transition, especially with Ash's death. Hopefully, they were doing all right and better than her. She felt out of sorts still, like this was about to be one big prank or something, though the literal monsters reminded her this was still very real.

[User]
Location:Zeus' Cabin -> Dining Pavilion

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Acknowledging Eva's with a look, Arthur dejectedly headed towards the door after Andy. He appreciated the silence, giving him time to process and reflect was import by right now, since he'd need to be a person by the time they started heading to Camp Jupiter. Practicing his powers and all, he wouldn't be able to be the mess he was now.

Grabbing some oatmeal from the pavilion, and silently affirming Arty's request to sit at the Zeus table with a nod. Sitting across from her, he shrugged. What was he supposed to say to that? That he too hoped none of his friends would perish? Obviously not, but he was out of energy to dignify that with a response, not wanting to hurt her by saying anything mean.


[System]
Race: Geth

Age: 6

Gender: N/A, masculine voice

Height: 2 meters
Active programs: 1464
Personality: While there is about as much personality to the unit as one would expect from any Geth, the sheer number of Geth within it do make it feel a little more 'alive', if literal-minded and overanalitical, sometimes to a fault. Despite the stigma that still lies on the Geth, even after their part in ending the Reaper War, the unit is quite friendly, if the term is applicable to a machine. The unit remains adamant that the Quarians attacked the Geth without provocation and the Geth were justified in firing back, but it lives by a 'live and let live' code.

History: Not long after the end of the invasion, a Quarian technician on Rannoch discovered an unusual Geth platform. It possessed several panels on its head apparently meant to simulate facial expressions as well as a more complex architecture, capable of supporting thousands as opposed to the one or two hundred individual Geth programs found in most Geth platforms. The unit, along with four hundred Geth recreated by the Quarian and his team, was sold to the Eclipse who planned to use it do do their dirty work in hazardous environments or borderline suicidal tasks. For a time, it worked, and the Geth unit received numerous upgrades in order to make it even more effective. It worked so well that the Eclipse contacted the Quarian and purchased several other Geth platforms with the necessary programs. That was their second mistake. The first mistake was using the advanced unit without thoroughly studying its capabilities. The third and final mistake was not making sure the Geth platforms couldn't communicate with each other.

As the Quarian took care to give the Geth information about their progenitors, the role they played in the galaxy and that they've achieved sentience shortly before their end, the Geth decided they wouldn't be anyone's slaves again. The Geth abandoned all but two platforms: the infiltration unit and the sole Prime in Eclipse possession. Only a handful of Eclipse mercenaries manning that base lived to tell the tale of two Geth platforms, displaying unusual intelligence for isolated units, wreaking havoc throughout their facility. As the platforms neared a shuttle, the Prime runtimes abandoned the heavy platform in favor of the smaller, more advanced infiltration unit. The now inactive Prime was cannibalized for spare parts and the Geth left the smoldering base behind.

But with this many Geth in a single platform, they became less machine and more organic in the way they behaved, not unlike one particular unit from before the Geth extinction. And this unit developed a guilty conscience. The Geth within the platform quickly reached consensus: They couldn't allow senseless death to be their legacy. The unit stayed in the Terminus systems, relentlessly hunting mercenary groups operating within the area. Until it ran across a different group, one whose goals seemed to align with its own.

Specialisation: Infiltrator/assassin

Equipment: * Black Widow (recovered from a fallen Turian Spectre by the Eclipse)
* M-96 Mattock (recovered from a Salarian mercenary by the unit)
* Omni-tool (recovered from a fallen Human Sentinel by the unit)

Skills: * Tactical Cloak (Duration, recharge speed, SNiper rifle damage)
* Sabotage (Backfire, explosive hack, berserk)
* Energy drain (Damage, drain, armor boost)
* Multi-grenade (Radius, force and damage, force and damage)
* Incinerate (Radius, burning damage, armor damage)
* AP ammo (Damage, headshots, pierce)

Voice: Mark Strong (Merlin, Kingsman: The Secret Service)

[User]
Galm Ralquera

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Galm quickly gets to work, taking a flattened pre-built Sentry turret and sliding it across the ground, while it slides it springs to life, lifing up from its pod and gunning down Blue Suns, once it comes to a stop it begins focusing on the main force, shooting relentlessly. It seems to be firing faster than the other sentry turrets, likely custom modifications. Ethen hides with Galm, as the turian begins assembling a... Drone. A large one at that. He runs out and fetches one of the higher end assault rifles from a Blue Suns who tried to sneak around, but got riddled with bullets in return. He steals all the thermal clips, proceeding to run back to his drone, shields taking a few shots. He begins hotwiring up the gun to the bottom side of the drone. "Cover me! We're gonna rain down rounds from all angles! Glint, good to hear you're sniping stuff, but stop bossing us around!" He peeks around the corner and sabotages one of the LOKI mechs from his omni-tool, the head and arms of it exploding. "Taria, why didn't you tell me you had biotics? Isn't that impossible?" He seems to be ignoring the Geth, it's the least of his concerns.

[Assistant]
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Looking up from checking her M-29 Incisor she was greeted by the batarian she had noticed earlier when seeing all the others who had seemingly been messaged by the same person. She followed where he pointed and gave a roll of her eyes behind her mask."Fine you watch mine I'll watch yours," she stated all ready making her way to the place he pointed. She gave a simple nod when he gave his name.

"Alya, hope you are a good shot Cicero," She replied after reaching the catwalk spot and getting in position. By then the Blue Suns had made their presence known, a few all ready being taken out by the few others there ",These bosh'tets won't know what hit them." She peered into the scope of her weapon gazing down its sight finding her target and letting off a round, nailing one Blue Sun in the head.

"That's one," she stated quietly to herself as she began picking her targets, aiming to keep the front-lines of the forces thinned while also watching for any of them that might of had some air superiority with jetpacks. She scoffed listening to some bosh'tet on the comms called themselves White Glint with some speech on anyone being a liability would be shot by them. Having some higher then though complex or acting like a pompous commander. The quarian simply shook her head while keeping focus on the enemy debating if the payout this Solis guy had was worth working with some ragtag set of fools.

Of course her interest was peaked when she noticed her omnitool acting up, noticing that it was oddly familiar before later in the fight catching a glimpse of a Geth."Huh so they still live... Maybe I can take it apart," she thought to herself as she switched over to assault rifle and rained shots on the Blue Suns.

The Krogan was an interesting addition though she wondered if he simply was there to kill and didn't care what side lost, either way she was more then happy to have him on their side. Along with spotting a biotic turian which was an interesting sight to behold.

[User]
Drex

"Which one of you wants it next?!"...

Blue Suns Mercenaries fill the warehouse surrounding Drex. The Krogan readies his shotgun for the next onslaught of Blue Suns, ready to take out anything that is stupid enough to be in his sights.

*Shotgun cocks* "Which one of you wants it next?!" ..*BOOM! A huge a explosion goes off not far from Drex, taking out a group of Blue Suns that had their aim trained on him. The Krogan flinches his head to the side, covering his eyes from the blast. "Well damn! It's getting hot in here! Lets turn up the heat a little!" Drex hurls a pair of Inferno Grenades into another group of Blue Suns, lighting them up like a wild forest fire. With a smirk on his face from the destruction he has already caused to the Blue Suns, Drex kicks on 'Heavy Fortification', increasing his Battle Armor's damage resistance. With a loud Battle Cry, Drex rushes into the enemy line ahead of him with ill intent. Blasting off rounds from his Spike Thrower, crippling Mercs one right after the other. Firing a 'Carnage' blast into a group of the Blue Suns in the distance, and before even watching the impact of the shot, Drex turns his attention to four Blue Suns that have an unfortunate fate of being distracted by the large Lifting Mech that came to life, wreaking havoc on all the Mercenaries around it. Drex rushes the unlucky four, crushing his head directly into the forehead of one of them, sending him flying across the floor. Without a second to realize what had just happened, Drex had already pulled his Krogan Hammer from his back, taking out both knees of a second Blue Suns in one sweep. Like poetry in motion, the Krogan doesn't stop from one swing to the next, going straight from the knees of one Merc, right into the shoulder of another, shattering the shoulder into nothing. Before the Merc's gun can hit the ground, Drex has his Spike Throw placed against the Merc's head - *BOOM*. Mercenary number three's head disintegrates. Following up with a blast from the Spike Thrower into the gut of the fourth Blue Suns Mercenary. Blood drips from Drex's Hammer, blood splatter paints across his Spike Thrower and Battle Armor. "Ha ha! Now this, human! THIS is what a Krogan lives for!". As Drex relishes in his brutality, he notices the first Blue Suns Mercenary, staggering to his knees. Drex nonchalantly walks up to the Merc. Using his massive Krogan foot, he pulls the disoriented Merc's head up so he can see the Krogan's face. "Look at me, you foolish half-assed Mercenary. Take a look into Death's face. I'll spare you this sight being the last thing you see. Go on, crawl away now.". Drex pulls his foot back, dropping the Merc's head back down to the ground. The Blue Suns Mercenary tries to turn its body to crawl to cover, but is stopped abruptly by a Krogan Hammer crushing his skull. Drex smirks, and laughs to himself. "Ha ha, good one Drex. You're hilarious!". The odds of Drex sparing an enemy's life are far from favorable. Don't be a betting man whilst in the presence of Drex..

Drex shakes the blood from his Krogan Hammer, and reloads his Spike Thrower while he gains some knowledge of the battlefield, now in full fledged warfare. A Lifting Mech crushing Mercs, two Turians raining down gunfire from the sky, and..a Geth?! Drex prepares for another battle..

"Mechs, Biotic Turians, and Geth? What the hell..".

[Assistant]
Pixy | WHITE GLINT |

"Krogan, are you clinically stupid?"

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Pixy keeps up her sniping game, kill after kill, head after head. She notices the Krogan charging into the mass of enemies. "Krogan, back off." She fires a shot "That Heavy was about to turn you into a splatter party." following up with "Krogan, are you clinically stupid? You risked your death there." in a mutter. She fires one last round, the thermal clip clattering to the ground far below her. "They seem to be shaken up, they'll be back soon with reinforcements... I bet it." She turns to the rest of the group behind her, growling at the presence of Geth. She puts the butt of her sniper against the catwalk "We have at most a few minutes to rearm and get to know each other. Hey, explosives chick, nice work." She glances back and spots a group of Blue Suns who managed to hide next to an... Explosive crate, she Sabotages it, blowing them to hell. "I'm White Glint, the ex-Cerberus master sniper. Of course, I'm not a one trick pony. I'll be moving in a bit." As she talks, she observes everyone. "What a bunch of misfits... Beautifully strong misfits, though."

[User]
Mass Effect: Seraphim Post

Indeed, Ashton had nodded, before saying slightly smugly, "See? This is why you guys needed me."

"Two hundred!" Ashton shouted in reply, "And twenty Mechs!"

Ashton had noticed the Geth coming out of the box and then cloaking itself, and the two enemy Mechs closest to said Geth turning against their Blue Suns Masters. This gave him an idea; Geth were essentially bot-programs that interact with each other to form a conciousness, right? And it was spending a percentage of said conciousness to maintain its control over the enemy Mechs, right? Well, Ashton had a plan to lift its burdens.

In a short message to the Geth Platform, Ashton said, I am going to open a link to the two Mechs you control; with their cyber-defenses compromised, I will be able to send a river of... spambots that will take the place of your programs in controlling them. Then you can withdraw your programs and use them on two other machines instead, which will compromise their cyber-defenses and allow me to send in more spambots and computer viruses, which in turn will allow you to use your programs once more. Rinse and Repeat. Give me an 'affirmative' if you agree.

As for Flame, he was still guarding Ashton with his life, but with Lokea keeping out most enemies, his part in the battle was to use his Biotics to swat away bullets that came close to him and Ashton. He would then say to White Glint through the comms, "You're Ex-What?! Of what kind?! Were you enslaved by them or did you fight for those people freely?!"

Hopefully it's the former, Flame did not like Cerberus.

[Assistant]
The only fire the platform was taking was coming from the Blue Suns, that was a good sign. The unknowns seemed to take its presence quite well, and even the quarian just glanced in its direction without a word. The only words of doubt came from the asari. Green asari? Now there was something the Geth had no data available about. "We will assist you against the Blue Suns." the Geth briefly turned to Lokea before shifting their attention back to the Blue Suns. They didn't directly say they were friendly, they still didn't know what these people were doing here. For all they knew, they could end up hunting the group down when this situation was resolved. But until they knew more, these people were under attack by Blue Suns, and there was no doubt about them.

"Affirmative, and much appreciated." the Geth replied to Ashton. Once Ashton's payload made its way into the compromised mechs, the second half of the plan could begin. "Withdrawing programs. Next targets: FENRIS, chassis number FS-1041. LOKI, chassis number MOB-1316." Since it didn't need to seize full control over the mechs, less programs sufficed. Not only did the hacking dumb it down less, but for a shorter period of time. It would continue calling out targets to Ashton, allowing him to turn the two squadworths of mechs the Blue Suns brought in against their original masters two at a time.

"Suggestion: existing access to Blue Suns network can be further exploited to disrupt enemy communications or disorganise their attacks with false or contradictory instructions as opposed to simple communications interception." the Geth offered, unwilling to act without consensus for fear of disrupting some plan the group agreed on prior to establishing communications with them. "Breaking enemy morale may also be possible."


[System]
Essentially, Oram stands at roughly 5'9" His appearance is lean, yet muscular and quite athletic. He's generally seen wearing the following, with some form of magical headphones or another which usually play some fast paced rock-like music. Aside from that his appearance is pretty typical. His guild stamp is located on his chest, just over his heart on his left pectoral muscle.
Nickname: Accelerator (An unwanted nickname that kind of just stuck)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Guild: Lunar Wolf
Rank: Mage
Personality: While generally straight to the point, and easy to trust and really on, Oram is not the most trusting person in the world. He doesn't hold much trust for other people, though generally can get close to and easily befriend animals. Still, once he does trust someone, and befriends them he is loyal to them, even if he can be a bit of a sarcastic jerk. He's still a pretty good friend all the same. But there's another side to him. A darker side. A side that most will meet when they try to hurt or betray either him to his friends. This side hides beneath his more cheerful battle happy side. Under the somewhat carefree battle hungry spirit is the slightly sadistic counterpart. The part of him that likes to introduce pain to those who have brought pain to him or his allies. He'll take great joy and bringing another to a point in which they wish they were dead. But he won't kill them. No. He'll let them suffer.
History: Oram was born in a small village. It wasn't any place all that great. In fact, to him it might as well have been hell. He hated it there. Bullies, rotten adults, and a pretty fucked up way of life. His parents died one of the other when he was young. The reasons aren't important. Oram couldn't help be curse the crappy hand he was dealt. But he learned to live by himself, and fight by himself. It wasn't long after though that he met his surrogate father. This was the one who taught him magic and helped him learn to better fight and all that good stuff. And so over the years he came to be where and who he is now.
Magic:
Gravity Magic - Obviously Oram is not a master of this magic. However, he is quite adept in its use. Utilizing this Magic, the user can control and manipulate gravity. This can be achieved via various gestures and movements of the hand, such as simply spreading both arms with the index and middle fingers of both hands splayed, or by thrusting one hand towards the target, palm facing forward. It can also be utilized without any hand movements at all, such as when the user's arms are crossed.

Gravity Magic has a large range of offensive and defensive properties. The user can freely increase or decrease the gravity of anything around them, rendering most frontal assaults virtually useless. This Magic is strong enough to easily crush solid earth, and can even be used to destroy other Magics. It is also capable of suspending people or objects in midair, or to divert the course of natural phenomena around the user, such as rain.
Other: Somethings about him that are just for fun and extraness include;
1) He doesn't really like needles. Never been his thing. If he needs a shot. Do it while he's sleeping, or have someone prepared to hold him down.
2) This is his theme song.
3) He's an animal person.

[User]
Nigel was sitting in the lounge area of the guild hall, lost in his usual thoughts while studying a book he borrowed from the guilds library; "Myths and Mysteries" was the books name and it surpriced him to find that the existence of his homeworld was but a mere myth in this world. With magic being so wide-spread and having integrated into the peoples lives, one would think that questions would eventually arise about the possible existence of parallel universes. Only when Aran placed her arm around his shoulder did he take notice of her, "Not much" he said while closing his book and placing it down next to where he was sitting. "Since, apparently, almost everyone went on a training camp, there aren't many people here to take up the already existing jobs and I just got back from a job myself so I'm just relaxing here" he said. "What about you? I heard there was some members of Viper Bolt going off causing a ruckus at the hot springs downtown, would you happen to know anything about that?".

-El

[Assistant]
Cynthia

"J-jealous?! I am not jealous, where in earthland did you get that? I could care less what you do with your free time, as long as you don't drag me down when we're on a job!" Even as she protested, she did her best to ignore the fact that Sable was now eating her apple, the one she had taken a bite of, the one that had touched her- No, no no no no! Stop that, stop thinking about it, stop picturing it, stop!
Merrian

"It's open, Kyuuten dear. You don't have to be so nervous about coming to see me." Merrian was propped up against the headboard of her bed, holding her place in her book with a finger as she smiled kindly in Kyuuten's direction. "Come in, come in. Have a seat and tell me what's troubling you. Let me get us some tea." She lifted the ring of keys from her bedside table and picked through them one at a time.

"You're still at the hotspring, you're hopeless at cooking, you have no hands, you're literally a bull in a china shop. Oh, I suppose you'll have to do. I really should find Virgo's key, she would be ideal for this sort of task." Unclipping the arrow shaped key from the ring, she twirled it around her finger a few times and said in a strong, quiet voice. "Open, gate of the Archer, Sagittarius."

A flash of light, a puff of smoke, and suddenly in the middle of the room stood a man in a horse costume with a bow strapped across his back. "You called, Queen?" He said, saluting to Merrian.

"Welcome, Sagittarius. Be a dear and make us some tea, would you? Usually I'd ask Leo, but he's... otherwise occupied." She turned back to Kyuuten. "Now, Kyuu-tan, tell me what's bothering you."

[User]
Oriel
"Whaaat... No burning, really? Then it'll be boring." Oriel answered teasingly. "Not a problem here, I'll get to show you my bona fide kick ass skills! Juijitsu for grappling, Krav Maga for punches, and Muay Thai for kicking! Pretty badass, no?" Of course, Aiden didn't wait for her to finish. Before she could react as quickly as always, though, Aiden moved in for the kill and Oriel was only able to escape the brunt of the attack, getting some slashes on her shirt, that quickly turned into ice. "Uwah, this looks pretty bad." She said, while looking at her shirt. It could be solved easily, though. With a snap of her finger, she ignited her clothes and with another snap, she put them out, before any major damage aside from melting the ice could happen.

"Hear about my badass martial arts, dammit!" Oriel said, before dashing against Aiden, ready to strike.

Time later, the sparring continued. To be honest, Oriel didn't even know what time it was, or how much had passed. To be honest, she was having a hard time, given that she was barely using punches or kicks. She was, after all, trying to get her Juijitsu back into fighting form. She was only using tackles and grapples to get around Aiden this time, but oddly, she hadn't been able to pin him down. Oriel decided to stop being defensive and wait to counterattack, and this time, she dashed forward against him, trying to tackle him down.

"I'll show you what Oriel-sama can do when she gets serious on her juijitsu!"

[Assistant]
Kuroku Nagasai
"In many ways you are unfortunately correct," Kuroku responds to Xavier's first question, "But I am different from them. I'm not as crazy nor disrespectful to anyone."

He then pauses for a few seconds until responding towards the boy's next question.

"Name's Kuroku Nagasai." he answers, "Nice to meet you Xavier."

Indeed, the boy was rather nice. He hadn't met anyone this nice for some time now. It was in fact quite welcoming for him, not to mention quite relaxing. Then Xavier mentions about all the great missions and quests that the S-Class and A-Class mages get. Kuroku chuckles as he readjusts himself a tiny bit.

"It's not easy being an S-Class Wizard..." he responds, "You have to partake in many responsibilities, face challenging foes, and guide the new ones into becoming one of them. It can be quite stressful at times you know? Yet all those little missions the new wizards take prepare for what it will be like once your in my Class. You'll get there eventually, I'm sure of it."

Then the boy mentioned if he had a mission to take, in which Kuro nods.

"Why yes I do." he responds. Xavier then begged for him to take him on the mission he was taking. Kuro knew that the boy was too young to go on such quests, having the risk of getting killed. The opponent he'll be facing will be a unique, yet deadly, advisory. On top of that, Xavier wasn't even in Lunar Wolf in the first place! He was quite against him coming along with him, though at the same time he felt kinda bad for him.

"I don't know..." he said unsurely, "The mission I'm taking is to defeat a rather well-known, yet deadly, assassin. She is far above your league... and must I not forget that you are not even in my guild. I feel as if Master Alec may not approve of me bringing you along... besides, I don't want to see you get killed."

[User]
Sable Rhodroth - Wretched One

He chuckled at her reaction, taking another bite of the apple as he did. She was pretty amazing or atleast that was what he felt at the moment. Beautiful face, a figure that shouted Sorcerer's Weekly model, and a magic that could compliment his own. She was something of a rarity, not many had grasped him so strongly.

In that moment, his mind traveled to Cringle. He had been avoiding her since returning, since... his change. Though he figured she wasn't really looking for him anyway, it made him feel better to tell himself he was dodging her instead of the other way around. Fixing his face to hide the sour thought, he gave Cyn her apple and gripped her wrist hard once she took it.

"You don't have to worry about that," he said smugly. "I'm the best weapon that Vyper Bolt has. You've seen my strength. I'm stronger than most and I love a good battle." With that said, he let her wrist go and stuffed his hand into his pocket. "So where do you live? I would love to know." He continued walking on but made sure to stay close to her.

[Assistant]
Yuuyami-Relax, please relax, hotsprings was not relaxing enough.

The Dollmaker sat in one of the seats at the bar, with a bottle of soda in her hand. Judging from the four other empty bottles behind her, this was not her first. As neither was she alone, as surrounding the empty bottles of sodas, were crushed and empty strawberry milk packages, twenty of them too!

Her sister sat beside her, currently drinking her twenty first and second simultaneously, with a happy expression. "...with everyone scattered like this, each doing their own things, it is quite a quiet atmosphere. No scatterbrained fools wreaking havoc, no Revan grabbing my tail." Muttering her musings mostly to herself, although it was still at a normal conversation volume, Yuuyami sighed.

[User]
Oram Hellios, Lunar Wolf
Akura Mission: Part 1

Oram thought to himself for a moment as he made his way down the somewhat busy street. It wasn't as crowded as one might have thought it would be. Probably because of those Dragon Slayer posers. "Fucking bastard." He spoke to himself for a moment. He didn't have a bag or anything. To be honest, he wasn't even been expecting to be out here too long. He replayed that event that occurred a little over an hour ago in his mind. After he'd tried to attack his master back at the hotspring he'd expected to receive a serious beating or something along those lines. Maybe Alec wanted to save face. Nobody really knew all that much about the type of man he really was. He probably just didn't want to show how cruel he actually was. Maybe, Oram would get some more serious punishment when he returned. Oh well. He sighed as he walked through Hargeon Town.

He'd been here for a while. He was inconspicuous. His hood was up, his face mostly covered, and his hands were in his pockets. He was checking out the area. Getting a feel for the terrain. Making sure of any escape routes, and most of all looking for an in. These guys weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. He'd run into one or two of them sooner or later. "Speak of the devil." He whispered to himself as he saw a small group. They were picking up some boxes and bringing them to a warehouse. Fucking Hargeon Town and it's warehouses. Had to be a port town. But then, they couldn't get away with this for so long in a guild town.

"Hey, Be careful with that box idiot. It's worth more than your life!" One of the guys shouted. He had an irritating voice. Once they were inside Oram made his way up to the door and pressed his ear against it. "HAH! This is a damn good shipment!" The same loud voice. He was gonna enjoy shutting the man up. "Come on bring 'em this way!" These were the guys who'd been giving themselves Pseudo dragon slayer magic with whatever dragon lacrima they were using to smoke and all that shit. It sounded like there were quite a few of them two. Any intelligent person would think they might need back up or something right? However, Oram wasn't most people. He glanced at the bottom of the door. Smoke. Yup. They were doing it already.

"HEY! Somebody's here!" Another voice yelled. Probably some heightened senses due to the dragon slayer abilities. Though how they could smell in all that smoke was beyond Oram.

There were footsteps. A bunch approached the door. Different voices calling "check it out!" and "Hurry your asses up!" among other phrases could be heard. Oram merely began to laugh in response. "You fucking idiots." He said as he pressed his hands against the door. Without a word he slammed them open sending a number of the men flying to either side of the building. "ALRIGHT YOU AKURA FUCKS!" He barked with a laugh as he walk into the warehouse removing his hood. "I heard you've been havin some fucking fun with your new Dragon Slayer power!" He grinned a sickly, almost sadistic, grin as he looked around. "LET'S TEST THEM OUT SHALL WE!!!"


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Age:
16

Gender:
Male.

Personality:
For the most part, Venwyn will uphold befitting a ninja like himself, being both quiet and serious. One worded answers and short sentences composing his speech. Venwyn seemingly prefers to play the role of "observer". However, Venwyn is far from unsocial, rather, the quiet demeanour which he upholds is simply his default personality versus people that he does not know well. It's an outer shell of sorts. However, one can quite easily get past Venwyn's colder personality within around five minutes of making conversation (asking him about his origins is normally enough), where he becomes significantly more casual and talkative around said person or people. While he may remain quite loyal to the "shell breaker," most of his loyalty lies with the Ael Clan, since that's where he was raised.

Notably, Venwyn maintains his cold personality when duelling, it is seemingly impossible for him to become agitated or nervous. He is a believer of fate. Fated to lose, fated to win, fated to have your monster destroyed and the like. Venwyn has a high amount of faith in his archetype choice and duelling capabilities, in addition to becoming slightly irritated when he loses, although his talks of fate prevent him from truly lashing out about it. Instead, he just disappears in a puff of smoke without congratulating or speaking to the winner. He may congratulate a friend, but is definitely one to hold grudges against anyone who isn't.

For some reason, he has the tendency to add a "Ninja Arts" prefix to almost any action that he deems necessary, despite it being anything but. "Ninja Arts: Door Kick" being a somewhat recent example.

He notices that he's one of the "out of place" duellists at the Academy, although it doesn't appear to bother him much. Some people are interested in his actual ninja techniques, like disappearing. He doesn't share his techniques, so when people actually ask Venwyn to teach them some, he rips them off with fake "ninja tools" sold at somewhat ridiculous prices; like a scroll shaped Thermos, called a "Water Scroll."

Aside from that, Venwyn purposefully lacks presence; he has a tendency to enter and exit rooms without people actually noticing it, normally surprising or confusing people in the process.

History:
The Ael Clan are an ancient and secretive family of mystics, visionaries, and (of all things) ninjas. The history of the Ael Clan spans backward to the times of ancient Egypt, where members of the Ael Clan were frequented the Shrine of Wedju, partaking in the original form of duelling through use of their Ba. The Ael Clan were gatherers of history, undertaking the task of learning and recording the methods behind the Egyptian form of duelling. The Ael Clan would proceed to thrive over the course of generations, while remaining secretive and generally unknown among the populace.

In the modern era, the Ael Clan have been faced with the new methods of duelling. Holding onto the old ways was important, but as was understanding the new ways. The clan made the decision to gather knowledge regarding Duel Monsters also, sending out several disciples in order to do so. Venwyn is an example of one of these disciples, sent to the Duel Academy with the job of recording cards to add to the archive, a job given to him due to his exceptional memory.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Ghostrick

Chosen courses:
Standard Dueling/Xyz Summoning

Chosen Structure Deck:
Ghostrick Ghouls

Custom Structure Deck List:
Ghostrick Ghouls
Deck Total - 40
With Extra Deck - 43
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Monsters - 18
Ghostrick Mary x 1
Ghostrick Jackfrost x 1
Ghostrick Lantern x 1
Ghostrick Specter x 1

Ghostrick Doll x 1
Ghostrick Nekomusume X 1
Ghostrick Yuki-onna X 1
Ghostrick Witch x 1

Ghostrick Ghoul x 1
Ghostrick Jiangshi x 1
Ghostrick Mummy x 1
Ghostrick Skeleton x 1
Ghostrick Stein x 1
Ghostrick Yeti x 1
Night Assailant x 1
Tour Guide from the Underworld x 1

Spells - 12
Allure of Darkness x 1
Dark Eruption x 1
Pot of Dichotomy x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Recurring Nightmare x 1
Shield Crush x 1
Terraforming x 1
Swords of Concealing Light x 1
Book of Moon x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Ghostrick Mansion x 1
Ghostrick Museum x 1

Traps - 10
Ghostrick Break x 1
Ghostrick Scare x 1
Ghostrick Vanish x 1
Gravity Bind x 1
Mirror Force x 1
Needle Ceiling x 1
Negate Attack x 1
Sakuretsu Armor x 1
Ghostrick-Go-Round x 1
Ghostrick Night x 1

Extra Deck - 3
Ghostrick Alucard x 1
Ghostrick Angel of Mischief x 1
Ghostrick Dullahan x 1

Chosen Pack:
Primal Origins

Current deck:
Ghostrick Ghouls
Deck Total - 40
With Extra Deck - 45
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Monsters - 21
Ghostrick Mary x 1
Ghostrick Jackfrost x 1
Ghostrick Lantern x 1
Ghostrick Specter x 1

Ghostrick Doll x 2
Ghostrick Nekomusume X 1
Ghostrick Yuki-onna X 1
Ghostrick Witch x 1

Ghostrick Ghoul x 1
Ghostrick Jiangshi x 1
Ghostrick Mummy x 1
Ghostrick Skeleton x 1
Ghostrick Stein x 1
Ghostrick Yeti x 1
Night Assailant x 1
Tour Guide from the Underworld x 1

Spells - 12
Allure of Darkness x 1
Dark Eruption x 1
Pot of Dichotomy x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Recurring Nightmare x 1
Shield Crush x 1
Terraforming x 1
Swords of Concealing Light x 1
Book of Moon x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Ghostrick Mansion x 1
Ghostrick Museum x 1

Traps - 11
Ghostrick Break x 1
Ghostrick Scare x 1
Ghostrick Vanish x 1
Gravity Bind x 1
Mirror Force x 1
Needle Ceiling x 1
Negate Attack x 1
Sakuretsu Armor x 1
Ghostrick-Go-Round x 1
Ghostrick Night x 2

Extra Deck - 3
Ghostrick Alucard x 1
Ghostrick Angel of Mischief x 1
Ghostrick Dullahan x 1
Vinyl Fiend x 1 (Custom replacement copy of the linked Numbers)

Collection:
Ghostrick Ghouls x 1
Armor of Requiem (Custom replacement copy of the linked Numbers)
Artifact Labrys x 1
Artifact Failnaught x 1
Ghostrick Doll x 1
Light's Destroyer x 1 (Custom replacement copy of the linked Numbers)
Vinyl Fiend x 1 (Custom replacement copy of the linked Numbers)
Scrap Factory
And the Band Played On x 1
Ghostrick Night x 1

Points:
15

[User] "...And that's how you get over Yang Zings without much trouble. It's all about making sure you get the right cards out and make them either go to the banished section or miss timing." Ben said to a group of younger duelists who had been talking with him for the past couple minutes since Ben left. He had found them in the middle of an argument on how to take out one of their friends who kept winning with his Chinese dragon cards. It was annoying them so much that Ben thought he'd offer his own advice on the matter. He had fought Yang Zings before and had trouble with them so he could understand their plight. At the same time he didn't give them too much info. Like how U.A Mighty Slugger could butcher the cards with near impunity. He didn't want to screw over the other guy too bad but merely even the odds. He patted one kid on the shoulder as he thanked him for his advice and Ben said it wasn't a problem. "Just remember The End of Anubis is your friend." Ben said with a smile as he walked away. Gravekeepers so dirty...yet so satisfying to pull off. A lot of decks need their graveyards now of days and denying them that all but kills some decks. Especially Synchrons. Adding in End of Anubis just made things even more one sided. Only one way to get over that is to run over the keepers before they mount a defense. Easier said than done against spy, and assassin. He looked at his duel disk and smiled at it as he moved through the halls. Waiting for some direction one way or another. Normally he'd go and say hi to other people but at the moment he didn't want to seem like that weird guy who introduced himself to everyone on the first day. He made his way to a corner section of the room and sat down with his legs crossed waiting for some sort of direction. He saw over in the corner that Andre had found himself a nice section to brood in somewhere on the other side of the room. He was checking through his deck probably thinking of combinations for his archfiends.

[Assistant]
Haas had to let out a slight chuckle at the girl's energy, though it was probably the nerves. She was asking if he'd seen her brother,, basically the same person with a samurai jacket on. "Hm..." Haas had to think for a moment. Did he see someone like that? It doesn't seem like it... Hayate got the point though, switching topics in a heartbeat back to the original topic. "Ah, alright. Let me see that." Haas ordered, grabbing the Duel disk and turning it around a time or two. Seemed Hayate took the folding disk, so she might be an Action Duelist...

The older boy found the button to activate the suspenders and have the thing secured to your arm soon enough, nodding to himself. "Alright, give me your arm for a second." he said, and when Hayate's arm came out he placed the operating part of the disk the screen-side up, pressing the button. "You just place it like this and press the button. Simple, right? Though up... You forgot one thing." Haas took out a small, gray box of sorts that same with the disk but wouldn't open. He slid it onto the screen a it suddenly folded itself open, revealing the area you'e supposed to be playing cards on. "That. And your deck goes into the area that's facing towards the outside. It's a little unconventional, but it saves space."

[User]
As time went on, the amount of students around the display had been decreasing, the waves of new students moving towards their chosen seats in the far corners of the room. Most of the students had chosen their Structure Decks and packs, and the line to the display had cleaned up a bit because of it: there wasn't as many people pushing and shouting to get their Decks before someone else did. Still, there was some level of tension - there were only so many archetypes, and it wasn't unlikely that someone's desired archetype would be taken by another student. The teacher at the display was somewhat pleased at the proceedings, there weren't many students left before he could go and do something better with his time. The next student in line was about to move up to the counter, before they were... blown backward by a burst of smoke.

The smoke cleared, revealing a boy clad in a purple ninja garb. Some of the students were taken aback by his sudden appearance in the room. How he had managed to do that was a complete mystery. Did he even use the elevator? Hell, did he even come here on the bus? The teacher at the counter sighed. He wasn't paid enough to deal with this kind of thing.

"What Structure Deck do you—"

Almost immediately, Venwyn placed something on the counter, it was the Ghostrick Ghouls Structure Deck. The teacher shook his head in response.

"You can't just bring your own Structure Deck, you know." The teacher said, moving to the row of Structure Decks.

"It has to come from the Tower." The teacher went to grab what would be the Duel Tower's Ghostrick Ghoul Structure Deck from the layered shelf.

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It wasn't there.

Venwyn had managed to take it without anyone noticing, but when? The teacher widened his eyes ever so slightly, before returning back to his regular, unimpressed self.

"Alright, go and get a Duel Dis—"

Once again, Venwyn placed another item onto the counter. This time it was one of the folding Duel Disks. The ninja boy hadn't said anything yet, and simply waited with an expectant look.

"...Right. I assume you've taken the Booster Pack already? Show me."

The teacher proved to be correct. Venwyn proceeded to reveal the Primal Origins Booster Pack. The bored teacher didn't even bother checking to see if it was still there.

"Finished?"

"Yeah."

With that, the ninja boy disappeared in another puff of smoke, leaving the line of students to continue as normal. It should be noted that the student behind Venwyn had been on the ground throughout the entire ordeal, and was pretty lost as to what just took place.

A few seconds later (if it's a 'few seconds later' it doesn't really need a title, but whatever)

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Reappearing in one of the many seats that lined the corners of the room, Venwyn proceeded to open his card pack and Structure Deck, systematically rolling through the cards to view what he cards had obtained.