[System]
Alias: Wraith
Age: 19 in human years
Gender: Male / Hermaphrodite. Human sexuality kinda' throws him for a loop.
Species: Alien half-demon

Personality:
 Ka'van is mild mannered, soft spoken, polite, and kind, and compassionate. He is well practiced in calmness and patience. Rarely does something get a rise out of him. While he can be fierce in battle, there is almost never a time that he loses that sense of self control. Ka'van carries a great weight on his shoulders that forces him to stay in control, otherwise his demon half could overtake him.

Abilities:
Telekinesis / Shadow Manipulation / Phasing

He can phase through solid objects.

He can use his control over shadows to blot out light, making a dome of darkness around himself and potential enemies.

He has telekinesis, being able to lift objects as large as a city bus with just his mind. Anything larger would cause himself injury.

He can also use this ability to levitate and fly.

Ka'van can produce telepathic energy tendrils with his powers, which he can use in battle to grab, crush, and strike his enemies.

He can also produce the same energy in ball form for a strike attack.

But these powers come with weaknesses. Should Ka'van strain himself past his limits, he may experience seizures, or even brain bleeds in extreme cases. While he can recover from both given his species impressive healing rate, he would be down for the count for quite a while.

Appearance:
When he appears as Wraith, Ka'van is a solid black figure with bright, glowing red eyes, clothed with a tattered, grey cloak. He stands at 5'10" and has a lean muscular build. Physically, he is not particularly strong, and can be out muscled by most human men. His strength is definitely his psychic abilities.

In his civilian form, Ka'van still stands out from other people. He is clearly not human. Even among his own kind, he was different. His skin is dark grey like ash, and he lacks any body hair save for what's on his head. His skin is completely smooth and devoid of blemishes; even when injured, once healed, he doesn't form scars. His eyes are bright red with black pupils, no white. His lips are black, and his fingernails are a darker grey. His hair is messy and pitch black.

History:
Ka'van was born on a far away planet that had a large tear between the mortal and demonic realm. The demonic entities of the other realm flooded the planet, quickly taking over and laying waste to the civilization there. Ka'van was the last child to be born before a permanent sterilization overtook his people. Their bodies, far more sensitive to mediumship than a human's, refused to bring any more young into the terrible world their home had become.

Ka'van was taken by the religious leaders of his people as a last ditch effort to rid themselves of their demonic enemies. A ceremony was performed to bind his soul with that of a captured demon. Being the youngest of his kind, they hoped that he would be able to survive the ritual, where others had died. The goal was to use him as a weapon against the leader of the demons, to defeat him and send the rest back to their realm.

Ka'van was trained until he was a teenager, when his species was on the very brink of extinction. He decided that he was ready to face down their evil ruler, and in a battle to the death, he just barely won. The others demons fled the planet, leaving the people to pick up the pieces of what was left. The religious leaders would then gather to perform a ritual that would ensure that demons could never step foot on their surface again. Unfortunately for Ka'van, that meant him as well.

Ka'van would be spared for his heroic deed, but he had to be sent away. His planet's new leaders searched for a new planet to send him to; somewhere with a livable atmosphere similar to theirs. Earth was the closest option. Through a powerful ritual, Ka'van was teleported to Earth. There, he vowed to help protect the planet's people and to never let the demon he was bound with overthrow him.

Ka'van's first impression of humans was wary. They lack the pacifist nature his people had naturally. They wrought war on each other, took lives with little thought or feeling, and committed heinous crimes against one another. If they did all that to their own kind, what would they do to someone like him? Ka'van's fear of humans has slowly faded as he's gotten to know the Teen Titans. They've certainly helped him build trust, and come to a better understanding of their species. However, he's still pretty uneasy around strangers when left alone.

Notes:

He's a vegetarian, and lactose intolerant, and also gluten intolerant. Most Earth foods make him sick. His staple food for now is plain oats and water. This is fine, because to him, they are apparently delicious.

Those who are around him while he is in his Wraith form complain that he makes the atmosphere around him bone chillingly cold. A good way to know if he's nearby is whether or not you can see your breath on a warm summer evening.

Ka'van has only been on Earth for a couple of years. His people pick up languages very quickly, and he's managed to learn and speak English fluently, and is currently practicing Spanish. However, there are still some hang ups about Earth culture that confuse him. Like dogs: Why do humans keep tiny predators in their houses, and why are they so cute?

Art Commissioned from Mi-tian

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Jump City National was the second largest bank and second oldest bank in Jump City, losing both first titles to the local branch of the Bank of America. A clean, clearly designed with the ideas of wealth and comfort in mind and decorated with artworks that were so awful that the almost universal response to anyone finding out how much a given piece of the 'art' was worth was generally something along the lines of "They paid how much for this thing?!"

It was also in the process of having a section of its vault industrially cleaned.

Asura, the manager who had opened the doors that morning, had his otherwise well planned and organized list of objectives for the day thrown out the window when a well dressed man had stepped through the front doors, politely told reception that he was with the government and needed to talk with either himself or the other possible morning manager Robert as soon as possible.

It meeting itself had reveled some distressing news. The man (named Jacob Wilson) was an Agent for the FBI that was there to investigate a recent shipment of money that had been transported out of Gotham City and arrived at Jump City the night before; The Joker had quietly taken over some warehouse in Gotham and had tainted a large sum of physical cash with one of his chemical creations before slipping them into shipments that were leaving the city by both legal and illegal methods. Batman had caught wind of it, Joker was arrested and now the FBI was now discreetly investigating ever known shipment of cash that had left Gotham within the correct time period to remove the tainted money before it reached circulation and started a panic; The truck that had arrived the night before was on the list.

After confirming Agent Wilson's credentials, calling his boss to let her known what was going on and being sworn to secrecy with the clear professional warning that if the public learned of this threat needlessly that there would be hell to pay, the two had quickly located where the the vault the cash from Gotham had been stored the night before (and thank god it hadn't been put into the ATM's yet) and two professional looking men with breathing masks, safety goggles and gloves came into the vault with devices and scanned everything in the vault that had shared the same air as the Gotham pile before packing the Gotham cash and what cash had been close enough that contamination was a serious risk into air tight bags and removed them from the building to be destroyed off site.

While having almost a million dollars walk out the door was painful, Asura was prepared to write it off as 'dead' money since money that killed people would be far worse for his career. Once the money was gone, Agent Wilson had summoned a clean up crew in order to give the section of the vault that it had been stored in a proper industrial clean for health and safety reasons at government expensive. The official story was that a former patron of the bank had left an unknown organic substance in one of the safety deposit boxes at an unknown time in the past and time had caused it to rot to the point that it was now a health hazard and required a section of the vault to be professionally cleaned immediately. An embarrassing story to tell those performing business at the bank, but apart from being a funny anecdote nothing to worry about.

It was as the cleaning crew was leaving and Agent Wilson was thanking him for his cooperation when Asura brought up something he had discovered. "Forgive me for not mentioning this sooner, but I decided to check our shipping manifest for any other deliveries from Gotham that left during... well...." Shaking his head a little as he recovered without having to say anything more, he continued "There is a shipment arriving via plane that's going to be arriving in the airport this afternoon."

Agent Wilson, a African-American man in his late thirties to early forties with a bald head that was clearly shaved gazed at Asura with stern, brown eyes before offering a sigh and a muttered curse before returning to professionalism. "Other teams failing to do their jobs correctly aside, here's what we're going to do. We're going to call the airport and security company that transports your goods to quietly explain that we suspect that a dangerous, illegal chemical was smuggled aboard that flight. When it lands, we're going to have the airport put the plane somewhere isolated so that me and my team can go in, check the cargo and get this taken care of without alerting or alarming the public. Shall we?" He finished as he gestured back towards Asura's office.

Several phone calls later (Including one call that Agent Wilson made to his team to update them on the situation), Agent Wilson was about to head off with his team to wait for the arrival of the plane at the airport when Asura asked "Should we contact the Titans to help with this?"

There was a thoughtful pause before Agent Wilson nodded his head. "This is an FBI operation and I cannot ask even super powered teenagers to assist in the process of searching and destruction of tainted goods, but I would be remiss if I didn't suggest you contacting them to suggest that they patrol that area. We do not need some criminal organization or wannabee super villain hearing that there is a pile of cash at the airport and risk them endangering the population by potentially letting Joker infected cash entering the money flow. If you would be so kind, I have to report the failure of one of our other teams to catch this before the plane took off to my superiors. Good day."

And with that final polite but professional goodbye, Agent Wilson finally went out the front door of the Jump City National, walked to the stock standard black 4wd car that his team had been parked and waiting for him in for pick up and slid inside. It was only after the engine was turned on and the car was driving away that 'Jacob' muttered to the crew "And this, Gentlemen, is why I'm getting paid more then the rest of you. When we get back to base, we've got a few hours of downtime before part two of this starts so we're going to be putting off the celebratory drinks for a bit longer."

[Assistant]
The jig was up.

Ted was kicking himself as he saw Wraith materialize from the hull of his ship and heard the tearing of metal from somewhere on the skimmer. The skimmer had already started moving from his interaction with the controls but not nearly fast enough to outrun whoever was outside. Though he was screaming on the inside, Ted swivelled his seat to face Wraith as his mind raced for a way out of this.

"I can agree with you there. One schmuck like me against a super like you isn't a bet I would wanna make." Ted said truthfully as he locked his finger over his lap.

This whole thing was a mistake, I should have stuck to shoplifting! You don't need to deal with superpowers or come up with failsafes for shop-! Ted's mind raced before his eyes landed on a vestigial button on his gauntlet, one that was simply a foundation for future suit modifications. A plan started to form in Ted's head, a long shot for sure but given how close the cold hand of the Titans was getting it was the best shot he had. In a quick fluid movement he began to press the button in a random pattern though doing his best to make the presses look deliberate.

"'Cept today I'm feeling lucky. I've got a bomb on that boat, a little bit of insurance just in case something like this happened. My first press of this button armed the thing and if I don't press along in the correct pattern the whole district goes. Now you can try scanning for it, hell I'd like you too, nothing like testing some sensor cloaking technology in the field. If you want to actually want to keep Jump City from being home to the Grand Canyon two I suggest you and your friends leave me and my ship be and start looking for that bomb." Ted said with a small grin as on the inside he panicked hard.

"That being said you can always choose to not believe and yank me out of my seat right here and now but do you really want to make that bet? Roll the dice on a hunch? As a sign of good faith I'll even let you take the diamond back. No hard feelings Casper ol' pal?" Ted explained, continuing to push away at the button.

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The alien shifted a bit as the ship was rocked by Supergirl. He listened to the villain's monolog without any display of emotion. If he was surprised, he sure didn't show it. Wraith lifted his arm and radioed the team again.

"The villain has informed me of a possible bomb threat on the boat. Please see to it that the area is clear of civilians."

Wraith wasn't particularly gullible. He had a feeling that Earth technology hadn't advanced far enough for the villain to single handedly install a bomb of the magnitude implied on the ship within the time frame allowed. But, just to be sure...

An inky black force field formed around the red clad man, and before he could object, he was being pulled downward, through the hull of the aircraft, and flung back onto the deck of the ship. The bubble protected him from major injury, although he'd certainly be a little shaken up.

Wraith wasn't far behind him. The black bodied alien stepped down softly onto the deck beside the fiend and released him. "I don't know much about you," He said, soft and calm, "But I have to assume you aren't suicidal. You will remain here while the ship is searched." It didn't sound like a suggestion.


[System]
Gender - Female
Rank - Warrior
Clan - Boulderclan
Appearance -
Personality - Often, is a quiet and observant type of cat, although she can appear withdrawn. Introverted, but will love being in the company of good friends. She doesn't view Oakclan with hostility, rather, neutrality. Kind of a worrier. You could say that she is a worrier warrior. (sorry)
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Burrpelt (Brother)
History - She and her brother were born as barncats. They grew up spoiled on the fat mice that bred in the warm of the barn until their parents were caught in a cat trap and taken away, never to be seen again, by animal control when the barn changed hands. Screefoot and her littermate fled to look for a new barn, and never found one. They wandered and killed whatever they could (difficult at first, for the wild mice turned out to be smarter than barn mice) until they stumbled upon the newly-forming clans. Her brother, not wanting to struggle for survival in a harsh mountainous environment, opted to join Oakclan. She is unaware of his deputy status.
Other -

Name - Burrpelt
Gender - Tom
Rank - Deputy?
Clan - Oakclan
Appearance -
Personality - More of a thinker than a fighter, he can hunt and give orders but fears the day he might have to fight Boulderclan- especially because that is the clan of his sister. As a result, he advocates for peace as much as he can without sounding like a suck-up or a coward. He will not hesitate to defend himself and his new clan, however. Likes a good chat.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Screefoot (sister)
History - See Screefoot
Other -

Name - Cinnamon
Gender - Female
Rank - None
Clan - None (will join OakClan)
Appearance -
Personality - Always likes to point out the bright side of a bad situation. Although she is not very good at fighting, she's overprotective of those she feels close to- something that could easily get her killed. She also assumes the best of everyone, another potentially harmful trait.
Relationships - Leaf (friend)
History - Cinnamon was born the runt of the litter in the middle of a dirty city. Despite constant teasing by her littermates she loved her family, but was separated from them when a dog attacked the abandoned shed where they lived. Although she wanted to go back to them and check for survivors, by the time she'd managed to lose the dog chasing her, she was hopelessly lost. She wandered off into the country and met Leaf, quickly becoming friends and glad to have someone to survive with.
Other - is a cat.

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The she cat touched noses with her mate once more before he left the cavern with the others in search of the small kit, her tail reaching around the two kits with her and flicking Sagekit on the back of the head lightly. "You do not worry Ravenfeather like that. She's been nothing but good to you." She scolded the kit, acting like a mother already even though her own kits had yet to be born. It bothered her rather easily when any of the kits disrespected the older Queen, or worried her since they were children. They should have known better by then, but none of them paid enough attention, or thought about what they were doing before they went wandering off.

Riversong removed her tail from the kits, curling it over her own paws and watching the remaining warriors within the cavern camp. Her annoyance with Sagekit was clear, even as her own mate was gone, though her worry never faded. Owlkit was small, easy prey for a fox or, more likely, a raptor. He may not have even gotten for before falling or eaten by something and she knew what kind of devastation that would bring to Ravenfeather.

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The tom stood as the apprentice paced around him, talking as if he had all the time in the world and for the second time that day, the former rogue realized he was given the most ignorant and idiotic apprentice of them all. He would have much rather have had to answer to the idiot Amberleaf then to deal with this dim-witted apprentice. When the grey tom was finally done talking, Brimpelt was sitting down, his tail curled over his paws, watching something in the distance very intently. Gradually, he forced his attention back to the bore he just had to suffer though speaking and nearly just killed the kit there and then instead of subject those in the clan who were actually worth time to the useless blather this one was spitting out.

The warrior looked at Granitepaw, eyes focusing on him with such sharp attention he could have cut him, and what appeared to be a sly smirk twisted his lips upward, uncovering sharp canines. "Go tend to the elders Granitepaw. Check them for flees and ticks, change their bedding and bring them breakfast. Any word of complaint and you'll never learn to be a warrior." He didn't sound threatening, or call him names this time, instead his order was as firm as that of any respectable leader, and he turned around to walk away from him again, refusing to waste anymore time. "Let's go Snowthorn, we have a fresh kill pile to stock."

---

The soon-to-be apprentice settled back on her ledge when the warriors left the cavern, her eyes closing as if she was just going back to sleep though she was listening to everything she could hear. Granitepaw was being scolded by Brimpelt, and Riversong was clearly worried about Owlkit. The she-cat, who's pelt matched her nameksake, listened to the mentor-apprentice pair and scoffed quietly at them. The tabby tom could have done much better with an apprentice, herself being the top choice with Harepaw just beneath that. Both had drive and an attitude to match the rogue leaders, though the dolt of a male that bounced around as if he owned the place made her regret coming back here. She had never had much choice in the matter when she was found in clan territory by a ready to attack patrol. If she had refused she would have been chased from the hunting grounds she quite enjoyed, and thus put out of the place she had called home.

With her arrival at the clan she had quickly befriended Brimpelt, having pegged him as the one worth following, and she hadn't been the only one either. Timberfoot had been one of the rogues to come to the clan with the rogue leader, and was also a very respected warrior. Brimpelt had been quick to spot out the difference with Leopardkit, with her abnormal size and solitary attitude, he had begun training her in secret, knowing she may not have a worthy mentor soon. If he was ever leader she was to be his right hand, and most trusted, with his former second dead after a battle with the clan. They both intended to place him at the top of the clans, officially or not.

Standing then, with fewer warriors in the camp, she looked up toward the top of the cavern at the hole in the ceiling, but thought against climbing out it with so many cats able to watch her. If the kits did something stupid trying to mimic her the Queens would blame her instead of the kits stupidity. Leopardkit turned her attention to the cavern floor and jumped from her ledge, unafraid of any injury from the high fall and her rapid descent upon the dirty floor. Once down she glanced back at Riversong watching her, though the young cat didn't care to be seen as the walked straight toward the tunnel that acted as the main entrance to their camp. The place was harder for kits to wander out of unlike the Oakclan camp, and as the young cat walked out she wondered if she should go visit one of the rogues, or perch upon the Oakclan boarder until someone found her. Perhaps something interesting would happen then.

[Assistant]
Boulderclan
Copperpaw looked at his mentor confusedly "we...what? " he meowed confusedly, turned to look at the direction where the roseclaw looked at "What is it? what do you mean change of plans? " he meowed annoyed. He hated that he was kept in the dark, without being told the matter and his mentors panicing reaction interested him even further. Taking a sigh he waited for an answer when unfamilliar scent reased his nose " ...is it that cat...what you're afraid of? probably it's just a dumb kittypet that is lost " he meowed confidently.

Snowthorn overheaded the conversation with Brimpelt and Granitepaw. She slowly followed Brimpelt when the tom asked them to leave. Quietly she glanced at the young apprentice before she looked back to the warrior "Um! Arent you a little harsh for him...I mean it's your apprentice...eh responsibility after all" she meowed silently lowering her head just as she would have said something foolish.

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"Sorry, Riversong," Sagekit muttered, looking appropriately chastised and shrinking against the queen's fur as she pulled the kits in close with her tail. He wanted to do his own exploring, but now was clearly not the time when Ravenfeather was already worried enough about Owlkit. Willowkit seemed to be thinking the same, since she was content to sit next to Riversong, even if she did appear a bit restless.

Not far from the BoulderClan camp, Nettlefang listened to the lynx speak. He was relieved beyond measure that Owlkit was safe even after wandering into OakClan territory and that none of those cats had found him first. He thought that the proposition of the lynx was a strange one, even more so the mere presence of the larger feline in the Clan territories, but that was for Boulderstar to decide. He certainly was not about to chase off the visitor after he'd safely brought back a missing kit.

Boulderstar seemed like she could manage out here, and the queens were no doubt worrying about Owlkit even now. Better to put an end to that as soon as possible. "I'll take Owlkit back to Riversong and Ravenfeather," Nettlefang mewed to Boulderstar beside him, walking forward to examine the kit. Owlkit looked unfazed and maybe even excited by his little adventure, but it would be up to Ravenfeather to lecture him for his behavior. Nettlefang simply picked up the kit in his jaws gently and padded back to camp.

It wasn't long before the warrior deposited Owlkit before Riversong. "This little one walked all the way to the border with OakClan. Thank StarClan he's safe," Nettlefang mewed to his mate, looking relaxed now that the cause for alarm had passed.

Sagekit and Willowkit perked up as soon as the other kit had appeared, and they set upon him eagerly as he was placed in front of them, chattering quickly as they asked one question after another. Even though Riversong and Ravenfeather had warned them of the dangers of leaving camp, they were both excited and eager to hear about Owlkit's exploration.

"Did you go all the way to the lake?" Willowkit's eyes were shining as she imagined seeing the entire territory and the expanse of water laid out before her, like the warriors and apprentices often described. She, of course, had not been born in the camp and had seen some parts of BoulderClan's territory before, but she had never been as far as the lake with her birth mother.

"Did you see a fox? Or a badger?" Sagekit chimed in, equally animated.

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Quite some distance east of the Clan territories, Leaf and Cinnamon were traveling through the forests together, as they had been for a few days. Leaf still wasn't sure where their goal was. So far, the areas that they'd passed through were either unlivable or already occupied by aggressive cats. The young loner didn't think those territories were worth the fight, nor did she imagine the possibility of victory, so they had moved on. The hunting was sparse so far, and Leaf's strength was beginning to flag due to the constant walking, sometimes running from danger, and not always having enough food in their bellies. There were mountains in the distance, and for now the pair of she-cats were heading in their general direction. Who knows what they would find once they reached that area?

"How are you doing?" Leaf gazed at her companion without breaking stride. "Should we stop to rest soon, or hunt?" she questioned, wanting to gauge how Cinnamon was doing. Leaf would force herself to press on no matter the challenges, but she worried about her friend.

[Assistant]
Screefoot came to stand close to Amberleaf, imitating his calm demeanor and gazing critically at Briar. While she was relieved that the interloper was no threat (although it took a few moments to remember he was formerly one of them), his presence did make her tail flick in slight annoyance: his kinship with the medicine cat was unimportant. What mattered right now was that he was not part of BoulderClan, and therefore didn't belong here. It would take a lot of work to maintain a secure border, she knew, and Briar, as a loner, was not going to make it easy. Just by being here, Briar was setting an example for any loner or rogue who happened upon his scent. That example might to some be taken as a sign that BoulderClan was lax about their territory.

Patiently, the warrior allowed her deputy to do the talking. When he had finished, she added: "It is kind of you to bring a fresh kill. But really, you must be careful." With a tinge of warning in her voice, she said, "One day you may be caught by warriors who don't remember you, and you won't be so lucky."

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Burrpelt would have loved to stay and entertain the kits, but he did have a patrol to join. Smiling amiably, he stood back up after prying the little ones off of his fur. "You will be fine warriors one day," he purred. "For now, you all have plenty of other opportunities to practice your stalking on." He waved his tail in the general direction of where other OakClan cats were. "Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone."

Smiling, the deputy trotted from camp with his tail pointing skyward, his previous misstep forgotten in the joy of the kitten attack, to join the patrol.

--

Cinnamon was tired, very tired, and thirsty. With every step her paws felt a little heavier, and the only thing preventing her ribcage from showing itself to the world was her thick white pelt. She was grateful for it; her tiredness hardly showed except for a few small mats on her back. Her tail streamed out behind her and her gait was springy, albeit less than when her journey with Leaf had begun. Her friend and companion spoke to her, and she swiveled her ears to signal she was listening.

"A rest and a hunt would both do us well, provided we can catch anything." Cinnamon didn't want to say anything, but she was immensely glad her friend had suggested it. "But I'm doing well! Are you?"


[System]
* Age: 115
* Gender: Female
* Race: Kitsune
* Appearance: Beloved class president

* Personality:
On the surface, Asahi is a bright, cheerful, encouraging student that greets every situation with a warm, sunny smile and affectionate tone, coming across as the very picture of kindness and purity. What everyone doesn't realise however, is that this radiant gem of a girl is actually a conniving fox in the midst of bewitching the entire school into being her loving subjects and worshippers. Not forany real nefarious purposes or anything, she just really likes the attention. Because of this need to be noticed, Asahi is seen assisting or running all kinds of initiatives or events at school, which helpfully makes her seem that much more radiant to the masses.

Despite her popularity with the students however, Asahi also loves pulling pranks and listening to the speculations as to the perpetrator all around her, seeing it as another form of reverence towards herself. She takes great pride in her ability to remain hidden in plain sight as she makes fools of the faculty, and sometimes fellow students. However, Asahi may be selfish and arrogant, but she certainly isn't malicious. Even if her intentions are far from noble, she isn't looking to seriously ruin any person's life, and would prefer not to get someone injured when she's just having fun.

* Abilities:
Asahi has an Affinity for illusions, allowing her to conjure both visual and auditory hallucinations. Although useful for creating brief distractions, at present she isn't able to fully manifest images that could withstand the most lackadaisical of examinations.
She can also shapeshift between the form of a human, a fox, and a fluffy-tailed girl. Given her relatively young age for a kitsune, she is unable to alter the appearance of her human form as of yet.

* Skills:
A surprisingly capable person, Asahi is quite skilled at at a variety of tasks, domestic and practical. She has an eye for design, and can recognise someone's particular strengths and weaknesses for any given task quickly, and thus knows how to delegate tasks during class projects. Academically, she's above-average as well, even if her writing is surprisingly atrocious.

* Equipment:
Nothing you wouldn't find on a totally normal high-schooler.

* Brief Backstory:
Not long after reaching 100 years of age, the newly-born fox youkai ended up in the care of a middle-aged couple. Much like how one has no memories of when they were a baby, Asahi doesn't fully recall the exact details of how she came to be the couple's 'adopted daughter', but seems to be under the impression that she has hidden her real nature from them. In actuality, her 'parents' know full well she's a kitsune and have simply humoured her whenever she poorly tried to hide it from them. For the past eight years, she's simply been living as a human, steadily placing herself as someone for them to look up to. Her parents are pretty much the only two people she has no apparent disdain for. She's maintained the persona of a kind, wonderful saint of a person for a long time now, her facade completely unbreakable.

...Up until she met Tomoko and was soundly outsmarted. Now she's a begrudging member of her little club.

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Mugi was practically hiding behind Kaori still, somewhat feeling safer due to her words of protection. She skitted her eyes over everyone present. The... G-ghost.... Tomoko.... Kaori, Abe, Mikoto, Asahi... ahh, then there was the other youkai doing the same thing she was. Her vision laid on the Oni for a couple of seconds before darting to the ghost-girl and carefully studying her. She didn't seem to be as scary as when she first appeared... She didn't seem to be one of those "poltergeists" that the Elder told her a scary story about one time. They made houses implode into other dimensions! How terrifying! Could even a youkai combat that!? How scary was America if that was something that happened!?

Mugi calmed her thoughts a bit. No, this ghost didn't seem to make portals to other realms or dimensions so it was most probably safe to talk to her. Still, her grip on Kaori tightened slightly. The spider would feel a stronger cold on her arm as the Yuki-Onna pulled closer, listening to the Kaori's question.

Mugi's head was wracking. This story seemed familiar to her somehow. It was... Hmmm... Something.... Something.... She swallowed hard and pulled forward a head of Kaori a slight bit to ask her own question. "O-o-oh! A-and! Question! Question!" Mugi stated as if asking for permission like she learned she needed to have in school. Still, she didn't wait long as she gave just long enough to take a breath. "Did the woman say anything!?" She exclaimed, nervous talking to a ghost like this.

[Assistant] Disappearing children... whilst the apparent need to hide behind the karakasa had abated, Akari had yet to move from the spot, and was trying to remember what advice was given to children just in case there was something spelled out in such common advice they all ought to know and help with. Unfortunately, now that it came down to it... the only such advice that she remembered being given was "If anybody does something weird, break both of their legs and come home". That... probably wasn't the case here and no doubt wouldn't have worked on some kind of disappearing ghostly figure anyway...

[User]
Asahi couldn't help but glare a little suspiciously at the cute ghost, still. Although she'd stepped away from her hiding spot behind Yuuto, the young kitsune couldn't bring herself to trust something that could switch between terrifying and adorable so easily! Still, even the vindictive vixen had trouble maintaining any kind of animosity by the time the ghost had given her testimony. Another spirit being the probable culprit of these disappearances? It certainly made sense, though Asahi wondered how much help she could be against that. Several other club members were surely more suited to dealing with the incorporeal, even putting Tomoko aside.

With nothing to add to the questions already given, Asahi could only wait ofr some sort of answer, and they could get onto... somehow apprehending the ghost or whatever it was doing this.

[Assistant]
Tomoko considered the information that the ghost had provided thus far. A female apparition that no-one else seemed to see... and yet she didn't anticipate that the perpetrator was a ghost. A wandering ghost was unlikely to possess the power to cause children to simply vanish, something like that would demand far more power then the average disembodied soul without a concrete location to anchor itself would be capable of mustering. Even a ghost like the one they were speaking to now, fully capable of interacting with children, would not have the capability to simply cause those children to vanish.

Kaori, however, had hit upon a line of questioning that Tomoko had wanted to pursue almost from the outset.

"Her height? How she dressed?" the ghost asked, cocking her head.

"Specifically, I think Kaori-san wants to know... if she was perhaps exceptionally tall, and wearing a white sundress and matching hat," Tomoko said, waiving her hand as she did.

She was certain now, but she wanted confirmation.

"Oh... how did you know?! That's exactly what she was wearing! ... Is that bad or good?" the ghost immediately seemed uncertain. "She was also making a weird sound... I think... po...?"

"You've confirmed my suspicions, good work!" declared Tomoko brightly, flashing a thumbs up towards the ghost, who seemed surprised for the moment that what she's said was enough to confirm anything.

"I was already suspecting we might be dealing with something like this," she said, as she turned to her club members, "But now I know for sure. We're not dealing with an ancient mountain hag, a displaced kappa, or anything like that. We're dealing with something quite a bit more urban!"

The blonde girl tapped the tip of her walking stick against the ground.

"Our perpetrator is Hasshaku-sama!"

She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.

"Oh! I've heard children talk about that, what is it?" asked the ghost. It was only natural she didn't know, having died before the internet existed.

"She's a ghost, or a yokai depending on who you ask," Tomoko explained, "Who focuses largely on children. She takes them away, in most tellings, which is something I'm counting on. But the important thing to know is this: Hasshaku-sama is entirely fictional."

The ghost stared blankly.

"Eeeh? Then how is she the culprit...?"

Tomoko brushed the question off.

"What we need to do now is figure out how we're going to lure her out!"

@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99@TheHangedMan@Rune_Alchemist

[User]
Perhaps she should explain? But seeing Tomoko so excited was adorable.

hmm.

No, better not. She'll let her explain later.

"Fufu, well, if its something we're hunting, then wouldn't a trap be the best thing?" Kaori suggested. They could spend days or weeks actively hunting this. The only clue they had would be possibly those who went missing friends, but they couldn't watch every single one of them. She might have had her spiders, but they could only do things so fast. "I doubt a weak youkai like her could break my threads."

She reached over, pulling Mugi close again and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the Yuki-Onna's face conveniently resting against her chest. It'd be rude to say no to a still cowering maiden. She could endure a bit of cold for this, yes.

"Hm...we'd just need something like...bait? Tomo-chan? Or maybe Akari-chan?" While they responded, Mugi would suddenly feel a slight poke on her butt. Conveniently, at the same time, a few spider legs appeared behind Kaori.

Purely coincidence.

[Assistant]
Hasshaku-sama sounded familiar! Or, the story did. Mugi was pretty much happy with herself! But... Lure her out? Other than a kid she might like or something? She had no idea. In fact, this isn't what she imagined she'd be doing with this club in the first place... Though... What was she expecting really? She didn't know. Another thing she didn't exactly expect was the spider pulling her close and then something poking her butt.

She was still in a partial fight or flight mental state and jumped away when she felt that something poke her butt. "Yaaah!!" Mugi screamed as she jumped forward and landed next to the fox girl and wrapped her arms around Asahi's. "W-w-w-what was that!?" The Yuki-Onna questioned, looking back at her friend who didn't seem to move. "S-s-spider-legs?" She questioned, looking the girl up and down. Was that the type of Youkai Kaori was? Wait, was it a spider leg that poked her? She tightened her grip on the fox's and realized she did it not long after. "Ah! S-sorry... Ummm.... M-my apologies!" She stuttered out finally, not seeming to let go of the fox's arm.

[User]
"B-Bait?" Akari asked, looking... well, vaguely horrified at the insinuation of pretending to be a child and being offered up as a sacrifice to a youkai that apparently didn't exist. However that worked, it wasn't the sort of thing that her mother had ever explained a ton. Surely there was someone better...? Tomo might have been too obvious, but Akari was still an oni and that might be realised and who would want to abduct an oni?

Too many people, probably, she still didn't seem that strong, but...

"C-Couldn't Shimamaru do it? She's a fox!"

[Assistant]
Hasshaku-sama? The name was vaguely familiar to Asahi, but it wasn't a creature she was overly-familiar with. If it were supposed to be a fictional being, then Asahi had probably not bothered to learn anything about it. She was certainly regretting that choice now, but at least they knew what they were dealing with now!

As for baiting this thing out... as much fun as it would be to have Tomoko play that role, it would be far more feasible to have the tiny oni act like a cute child, right? BEfore Asahi could voice this opinion, her mouth made a strange, high-pitched yelp when a loud yell sounded nearby, and a cold body suddenly clung to her arm, Cheeks flushed slightly, Asahi looked down at Mugi, then at the strange spider girl showing off her legs, quickly putting together what seemed to happen. Ugh, that darn arachnid had to go and embarrass her like that! Now wasn't the time to enact vengeance though, so she forced a wavering smile onto her face. It was a good thing she could blame her shaking on Mugi's frozen air.

"D-don't worry about that, you just st-startled me a little," Asahi chuckled, "anyway... about the b-"

Hold up. Hold up. Did that bratty little terror just suggest she be the bait instead?!

"Wa-wait a minute, wh-what does me being a fox have to d-do with anything?!" the class president stammered, completely missing the most obvious reason why a kitsune would be suggested to put on an act, "y-you're the small and cute one, Ibaraki-san! You'd be far more effective as bait!"


[System]
Lamia, 'That creepy snake girl'
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: At first glance Chloe could be mistaken for normal. She has medium neck length hair that definitely hasn't seen much more attention than an occasional brush. She has Caucasian facial structure and soft features that make her look younger than she is. While she could be considered pretty she doesn't have any of the features that would get her called 'cute' or 'beautiful' and she can often fall into the background when compared to other girls. Her eyes are a light brown, most of the time.
She has a thin athletic build, though without much of the muscle a true athlete would had. Some in fact might just call her a bit skinny. Shes not dissatisfied with her appearance however, as she does have some feminine 'attributes'. Nothing impressive but far more than some of the girls shes seen.
Her one annoyance beyond her incredible averageness is her height. Standing at 5'3 she isn't far below the average and many people don't know why it bothers her so much. She believes that if shes going to be cursed with average looks then fate could have at least given her a normal height.
She often dresses in T-Shirts and shorts, though she will wear most things, including dresses. She particularly likes bird themed designs on her clothes.

This is her appearance most of the time, however it has an annoying tendency to change when she gets emotional or stressed. The most common change is in the eyes, with them taking on the appearance of a variety of snakes. This can be rather off-putting to most people, as they can seem very cold and can land her in the uncanny valley. In more extreme cases fangs, stretchable jaw joints and body covering scales (anything from brown python to rainbow boa) can appear. In this state she can occasionally smell of reptilian musk, which necessitates frequent showers.

Skills/Talents:
Decent climber: The one physical activity she ever really enjoyed was rock climbing and it shows. Shes an above average climber in terms of skill, but her main trait is that shes completely fearless of heights or dangers, even if she probably should be.

Bird Watcher: If you can point out a bird, Chloe can name it. Extensive knowledge of native birds isn't her only talent however, she also knows a lot about bird-care and breeding. She is definitely thinking about setting up a parrot breeding business once shes back from camp.

Mixed bag: Chloe has tried lots of different clubs and sports, though shes never managed to stick to any bar climbing. Thus she has beginner knowledge in many martial arts, crafts, sports, trivia and games. Her short attention span is both a curse and a great incentive to try new things. This 'Skill' rarely comes in useful.

Brief Backstory: Chloe was born in England on the 31st of October. Her Father was an accountant and her mother a schoolteacher, so she ended up with quite a bit of pressure to always do her homework and behave in lessons. She wasn't a perfectly behaved child of course, as she tended to enjoy taking risks to show off to anyone who would watch. She was rather outgoing and tried to make many friends and try all the clubs and activities in school, though she never achieved any great successes.
She was generally happy with her life, until her 16th birthday when her parents announced that they would be moving to America to the dream house they had been saving for. This did not amuse Chloe, who tried her hardest to convince them to say. All her friends were in England after all, and she had planned which college and university she was going to apply for, and what job she wanted to get. It would ruin everything.

They still went of course, but Chloe was rather put out.

As with her life and looks, the awakening of her powers was rather boring. One day she simply woke up as a Cobra. After an initial scare and some confusion her parents found out and got her registered with NEST, who determined that she was likely not a threat. Things would have gone back to normal if not for one fact, the college she was attending was in a primarily anti-metahuman area, with a large Saviors presence.
After an accidental change in lesson, her life became somewhat more difficult, with notes going mission and friends finding excuses to leave when they say her. It all came to a head when a local 'Pure' wannabe decided to show the 'creepy snake girl' she wasn't wanted. During the incident Chloe came close to losing control of her instincts, almost biting the boy. Thus she decided that she needed proper instruction, getting her parents to contact NEST about enrolling her in one of their academies.

It wasnt until after it was arranged that she realised it was covered in snow.

Power Information
Super-System - Bestial
Power:
Serpent Form (or 'Snakeshifting')
Chloe's power is to shapeshift into any natural snake. This gives her a range of abilties such as swimming, gliding, climbing, constricting, hiding and of course biting. Chloe has some control over the forms themselves, able to choose to become any known morph or varient of snake, including using the max sizes of species rather then the average. This also allows her to make her snake forms slightly more durable.

Partial Shifting
Chloe can also take chosen aspects of serpents and apply them to her human body. This power is something she had trouble with though, often activating it by mistake when emotional or pulling more aspects than she wants when using it on purpose. The main features she considers useful is infrared vision, vibration sense, incredible agility, enhanced smell/taste and slightly armored scales.

Limits:
Chloe can only turn into real snakes. So far she has never managed any of the mythological variants like the basilisk. She does think that being a feathered serpent would be cool, but unfortunately her efforts to add wings haven't met success.
Also her ability to enhance the strength, toughness or size of her forms is rather limited.
The limits of her partial shapeshifting are twofold, first there only so much you can get from a single animal group like snakes. Second is that the ability seems to be rather temperamental.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The main weakness to her power is that any metahuman with a combat ability can probably kill a snake. They are not the most resilient of creatures, and when in human form she is not really any tougher or stronger than normal. The scales and enhancement could stop a knife wielded by a non-metahuman, but guns and above would be just as dangerous to her as anyone else.

Chloe also suffers from some residual serpentine instincts whenever she uses her power. On more than one occasion shes found herself curled up by a radiator or grabbing a passing small animal without meaning too. Whats rather disturbing is how tasty looking the rats she sees are becoming.
The last weakness was developed recently. When trying partial shifting for the first time Chloe somehow managed to perminatly apply a snakes cold blooded physiology to herself and hasn't figured out how to remove it since. This has left her slightly slower in cold climates as her metabolism slows right down. A slight benifit caused by this weakness is that she doesnt need to eat as often when cold.

Relationships

Family:
Mother: Katrina Knight (Good relationship, though slightly strained due to the unwanted move)
Father: Micheal Knight (Same as above)

Dynamics:
Basically your character's relationship with other characters.
 {Character Name}  |  {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral}  |  {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other
* Interesting fact: Chloe doesnt really care for snakes that much.
Quote: Oh shit, I think I broke my homeostasis

[User]
MariaAnd Melissa Wright

Maria and Melissa stood on the top deck of the ship, overlooking the sea. Melissa immediately regretted not taking her sisters advice and wearing jeans instead of a short skirt, she was positively freezing, small icicles were forming on her arms from the cold. Being partially made out of water and dressing in thin clothes during cold weather was not a very good combiniation at all. Despite everything, though, Maria still had it worse. Even in warmer clothes she was still cold, and the cold was taking it's toll on her. She very much wanted to just curl up into a ball and goto sleep, but she also wanted to look at the sea.

"L-let's just go i-inside already." Melissa told her, shivering. Maria shook her head, despite her being sort of cold herself Melissa needed to learn to listen to advice. "Nope. I told you to dress warmer, and you didn't listen. It's your fault, we'll have plenty of time to warm up later. For now, go get acquainted with some of the other people." She replied. Melissa glared at her momentarily before trudging off, "Stupid cold..stupid school. So what if I almost drowned that girl..doesn't mean anything.." She mumbled to herself, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to stay warm that proved pointless.

[Assistant]
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Victor Calahan

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Someone approached him. Victor turned his head towards the girl as she talked. She was certainly pretty, auburn hair, beautiful skin, and a kind smile. "I think you might be the only person on this boat who's not freezing right now," she said. Victor looked down towards the arm bashfully. Very few people these days started conversations with him without bringing up his arm first. He shrugged and rubbed his left shoulder with his right hand. A spark shot forth from his arm, danced on the wind for a few moments, and then died. He found it oddly telling.

"The drawbacks certainly outweigh the advantages," he said "but yeah, I don't really get cold anymore, what with being partially made of fire." He smirked, then paused. He was saying a lot. Oh god, he hoped he didn't scare her off by being a chatterbox! He looked back down at the ocean, and then back towards her. God, she was pretty. He tried very hard to concentrate on her face, not wanting his eyes to drift down to...other parts of her body. That happened when he was talking to a girl before, and it didn't end very well. He tried to keep a calm face up, tried not to think about being on a hunk of plastic and metal floating in the middle of salty death, tried not to think about what she could be concealing under her jacket and scarf. It was fine, he was exceptional at keeping a calm face up. He hoped she wasn't a telepath or something.

"Being partially made of fire isn't fun when you're entirely surrounded by water, however," Victor said, looking back at the churning sea below him. About now, he wanted to just jump in.

[User]
Ha, of course the academy had to be in the north pole. Or close enough anyway. Chloe swore some greater being must have chosen her powers and this academy just so it could laugh at the result. She had been rather enjoying sitting inside with the rest of the students before that girl had lost control of her power and reenacted a scene from 'Day after tomorrow'. Not that she blamed the girl, after all it was the reason they were all here. Still, it had been the reason why she had abandoned the comfy seats and had a look above deck, the temperature wasn't that different.

The sight of the island briefly stole her gaze. It was beautiful, if not as warm as she would like. There were a few other things it had going for it as well. Lots of animal life, which would be good for her bird watching, plus it would probably be interesting. A school of meta-humans, all the drama plus powers, but also a chance to meet others like her and hopefully make some friends. She still found it slightly hard to think of herself as a meta-human, despite the obviousness of her ability. Still, seeing the variety and strangeness of some of the other students here drove it home. They weren't normal. Perhaps the strange feeling she had would leave once she gained proper control of her powers, she would need to ask if some of the other bestial types were ever confused as well. Or maybe not, it might make her look weird.

All in all though, Chloe was pretty happy about this whole thing. Sure the weather was terrible, but the chance to make friends who wouldn't judge her was priceless. Though that asshole who tore into the poor ice girl showed that perhaps she was being a bit naive, it seemed there would always be someone ready to ruin everything.

Speaking of making friends, it was time to get of her ass and go introduce herself to someone. Chloe pushed off from the railing of the ship, her gaze scanning the crowds before settling on someone sitting by themselves on the edge of the tier, dangling their legs over the side. He didn't seem to be talking to anyone and if he wants to be alone she's sure he'd tell her. Can't make friends without taking a risk after all.

Chloe walked up to the end of the tier, looking over at the dreadlocked student as she spoke.

"The academy huh, what do you think it will be like?"


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Hero Name: Avalanche
Quirk Name: Stone Shape
Quirk Type: Transformation
Quirk Description: Stone Shape allows Peter to change into a very large granite rock around five cubic feet or as small as one cubic inch, and weigh an appropriate amount based off his size. He can only take on simple shapes, with the most complex shape he can take is a perfectly spherical shape. In this form Peter can still sense as normal however he doesn't need to breath, though he can still be blinded/deafen. All Peter can do while in this form is roll or spin, with his spherical form being the best at doing both, and he can't change size unless he changes back to human first. He can transform even in spaces too small to normally fit his biggest form though whether or not he'll break free depends on what he's breaking free from. This form is very handy when falling from a high distance as either small or large boulder form is highly resistant against the sort of impact from falling up to around 100 feet.

When he transforms, his clothes tend to tear apart and possessions fall off his body, like backpacks and things in his pockets. Living creatures like people or animals aren't affected if he transforms even if he is holding onto them. It's very hard for him to control his momentum once he starts moving and he can't get out of his form until he comes to a complete stops, though if he's in human form he can transform into boulder form even while on the move. Doing enough damage to him that could shatter his form (Which means knocking off at least 10% of his current mass while in boulder form) does a critical amount of damage to him as well in either small or large form and any damage he has in his human form will also carry over into his boulder form as cracks and chips in the stone. When not moving in boulder form, he can remain in that form for at most thirty minutes, and less if he makes himself move around. Outside forces moving him like someone pushing him or if he turns into a boulder while on a slope doesn't count against that limit. Moving around in boulder form takes up a lot of his stamina, forcing him to rely on momentum to conserve his stamina. The bigger he is the more energy it takes for him to move. If he runs out of stamina he transforms back into his human form by force, and trying to change back will result in a lot of cracks and damage in his form, as well as an even shorter time limit until he either gets knocked out or just dies.

Inventory & Possessions:
Emergency Phone - Different from his regular cellphone, this is a phone meant solely for emergencies and can quickly call the police and alerts any nearby heroes with just a press of the button. It also can make a very loud noise louder than a shotgun blast in order to draw attention to his location. Lastly it can also be tracked via GPS as long as it's charged, and it has a 30 hour battery life.

Gadget Goggles - Special goggles Peter saved up his money to buy. Wearing it lets him use various features such as night vision, telescopes, and even heat detection. It also has a built in flash guard to defend against sudden bright lights. Needs to be charged though. Also works as water goggles.

First Aid Kit - A portable med kit that can handle minor injuries and lessen the severity of major wounds. Comes with stuff that can also be used to deal with common illness such as headaches, nausea, stomachaches, and so forth.

Travel Bag - Peter always carries a small travel bag that he can put his belongings into, like his cellphone and wallet, as well as a change of clothes in case he has to transform into a boulder and loses his clothes.

Sample Post:
Being a hero isn't easy. Peter knew that first hand as he saw his father lowered into the ground. He was a good man and a good husband, going above and beyond for his fellow men in the line of duty. Everyone called him a hero and Peter didn't think otherwise. But that doesn't mean it makes things easy. All his life his father told him to always be careful and to take care of himself. That things are never as simple as just taking the first step. Peter of course didn't believe his old man for a second and always knew he could do more if his dad just let him. But the reality was that you could never be prepared when the worse comes to worse.

After his father died Peter slowly recovered from his death and moved on with his life. While he still had the occasional flights of fancy about being a hero, it always came with the bitter pill about the risks. Instead of dwelling on it Peter just tried to focus on his education and working on his college credits towards law school. He wanted to join the police academy like his father but as an attorney instead of an officer. It was safer that way. His family could still be proud of him for following the family tradition while putting himself in a safe and comfortable job. He worked hard, read his books, took care of his body. Everything seem normal.

But true character is found not by what you show people, but what you hide.

Ever since that day Peter takes time after school to patrol his city. He keeps his ear to the ground to find trouble and gets involved when no one else is willing or able. During these times he can't show his face because he's worked so hard to make sure everyone liked what they saw. Instead he puts on a mask so he can finally do what he wanted to do all his life: take control. At first it was just around his school. Kids bullying each other during the day and thinking they can go home without a care in the world. He made it clear that it doesn't end there. When he heard about his friends having problems at their home life, he makes sure someone, anyone finds out. Cops, priests, teachers, he doesn't care how sensitive the matter is. People were getting hurt because of silence. When they whispered, he would be the one to scream. Peter thought he was helping. He should have listened to his father and remember:

It was never simple.

Everything Peter did only made things worse. People became angry and he only knew one way how to deal with them. Soon his friends started to stop hanging out with him, some of them never came back to school. Drama unfolded all around him and all he wanted to do was help by dealing with them directly. It all came to it's limit when he heard his best friend, the one person who knew and thought like he did, told everyone what Peter did. Even he couldn't believe the sort of extremes that Peter went just to do something, anything, instead of feeling powerless all the time. And now instead of becoming the hero that he wanted to be, he because public enemy number one.

A year later Peter moved away from his hometown. His mothers and his family fought long and hard to protect him from the others who would want to hurt him, both violent and legally, for the things he's done. He had the support of his family but deep down he questioned if it was really all worth it. If being a hero was something he really wanted to do. In order to make sure that this whole thing could blow over safely, Peter was sent to live with his uncle in San Francisco, fortunately right as he would be going to high school. It was then that Peter would have what he thought was his last chance to make everything all right: U.J. The hero academy started by the number one hero himself, All Might. If Peter could make it through this school, to make it to the top, then maybe he would know what he needs to do to be a hero. To learn the skills and knowledge instead of just the drive and the passion.

This was his chance to make things right.

[User]
He nodded back at Noxious after she had agreed with him. It was a strange thought that they'd probably never see Jackie again - but, oh well. It wasn't their fault that she had gone and got captured on their first mission. And Dean supposed that it was bad luck that the heroes had arrived when they did - but if you can't get your way out of bad luck effectively, then she was never going to be able to make it when they got to the real missions as a group, when the pro-heroes would be the main focus, not some equipment laying in a warehouse.

Ah. After all that, they were still here to break someone out. Well, not break someone out - intercept a transfer. The orders were beginning to get slightly tiring. And he didn't really agree with breaking somebody out who had gotten themselves captured in the first place. But if they were going to bring down hero society, some principles had to be suspended. They would need all the numbers that they could get. It would be rather foolish to miss an opportunity to put some... well, literal firepower back into their ranks. It could be done, then.

Dean raised his eyebrow when Noxious then went on to tell the group that she wouldn't be coming with them. He only hoped that she would be doing something more important, not just that she couldn't be bothered, or didn't want to risk getting herself captured. Dean wasn't surprised that more villains would be arriving to assist them. San Francisco was a big city, and it was certainly filled to the brim with a wide selection of villains to choose from for a task like this. More villains meant that they could put up more of a fight agains the pro heroes next time.

"Alright. So, where are these new villains? Are we just waiting for them to arrive?"

[Assistant]
Marionetta Molly

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@KaijuBaragon@Spike@OwO

"Not anymore, you're not."

The answer to Dean's question was carried into the room by a velvety-smooth woman's voice, deepened by her maturity. Looking in the direction it came from, any of the villains in the room would be able to see one of the aforementioned new villains; a woman dressed in a flowing, puffed-up ballgown of black and white, adorned with a large white bow cut in the shape of a bat's wings, wearing a mask over her eyes and nose. Her body, leaning forward at an angle a normal person would struggle to maintain, appeared to glide over the ground, the gentle sound of her footwear scraping along the stone floor audible to the ear. In actuality, her body was being pulled forward by the many thread-thin tentacle muscles that gripped the room's ceiling, sticking and un-sticking as needed to carry her forward toward the table both Corvus and Sharkman had taken a seat at. Her hand reached forward toward a chair to pull it out from the table, then her body rose up into the air for a brief moment as the invisible threads controlling her deposited her body into the seat.

If she were to tell the truth, her arrival at that moment wasn't quite as serendipitous as it seemed; she'd arrived not long after Corvus, and had been waiting outside of the room listening to the conversation, partly to gauge the personalities of her cohorts-to-be, and to try to find a nice dramatic moment to enter. Both of these things she'd succeeded at, to differing degrees.

"You may refer to me as Marionetta. Would anyone like to hazard a guess at my quirk?" she asked, quite certain that any smart person in the room would be able to put together by her demonstration just now, and her name, that she manipulates her body from the outside, at the very least. "I know it's a touch rude to request you all to humor me right out of the gate. I figured it would make a good icebreaker."

[User]
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Renard sighed when all he heard was 'what ever.' He didn't have time to do anything when three more girls suddenly appeared. The blue haired one giving him a wink. He smiled only slightly. Before she went towards gabby. He felt it strange they called them 'heros' he didn't think they really did anything. Course rumors get altered by each person who tells it.

The dark haired girl then started to stir the pot. He gritted his teeth as she mentioned sofia. He didn't say anything though. Contiplating on just leaving instead.

They then said they wanted to spar or to leave. He walked back to where his bag was, and freya. Sitting down. "Big talk from someone who didn't see what happened there. You don't get to talk about it, or our class.." He said matter of factly.

He motioned to the others. "If you want to train, your free too. But don't speak crap about our class again." He said starting to rub his leg once again.

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While peter was practicing. He didn't notice a white haired girl under a tree her legs crossed. Texting casually on her phone while listing to some oldies punk rock. Her phone vibrating ever few moments with texts.

She glanced every once and a while at the boy training. She thought he was going to be interesting at first. Dark haired tall boy who looked mysterious. But she couldn't help but laugh with a pfft as she saw he could only turn into a rock. Like… a rock. Not a rock boy. Not a steel boy. But a rock. Some super hero Material right there.

She sighed and dropped her phone In her lap. Growing bored with texting the bois for a minute. He leaned back against the tree as she looked at the kid training In front of her. Her head cocked to the side. She didn't know him, just that he was in another class of school. He had to have been bored turning into a 'rock' and back again. And she wanted to mess with someone.

She lifted her hands and both of them glowed softly. Two bearded dragon lizards formed in each. They quickly lept off her hands and alarmly quickly sped towards the boy silently.

She picked her phone up and changed the song. She looked up in time to see the lizards run around peter when he was resting. One of them distracting him by running circles around him, while the other zipped up his pants to his shoulder.

By the time he noticed the one on his shoulder, it was staring at him. Instantly it opened its mouth and it's tongue shot out and into the boys ear. Followed by a loud laugh behind him. The two lizards disappearing as she started to cover her mouth.

[Assistant]
Shift, shape, cancel. Peter didn't do much else but that for a long time. Occasionally he might roll around if he was feeling restless, but he knew he had to keep up his training. He was slowly starting to get somewhere though, as he was able to start to form some misshapen rock forms intentionally. They weren't perfect, but the fact he could make them look so strange was a step in the right direction. Eventually Peter took a moment to rest next to a small pile of rubble he dug up during his rolling around. Just a couple of sand stones and a wooden plank, likely shrapnel from a target dummy off in the distance. He was going to toss them somewhere off the sand when he noticed a lizard running around him. "What the fuck?"

That's when he realized there was another lizard on his shoulder. How it managed to get there without him noticing surprised him as he started flailing around int he air trying to throw it off before they both vanished. Then he heard some girl behind him laugh and he quickly figured out that this was likely her quirk. Kneeling down into the sand Peter set up a crude little catapult using the rocks and stone. As he stood on the stick being held up by a sandstone, he dropped a sizable rock onto the stick just as he transformed into a small pebble, sending him flying roughly in the direction of the girl.

It wasn't as clean as he'd hoped, but with some spinning and rolling he'd end up pretty close to her. Once he came to a stop Peter came out of pebble form, standing just a few feet away from her. He seemed angry at first, but then he just smirked. "Didn't know heaven sent an angel to watch over me. Name's Peter."


[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

[User]
Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Airship Dock

She had no particular reason to actually provide her name to the boy standing behind her. They were barely acquaintances, united only by "sharing" the wait for a goddamned airship to arrive and get them to wherever they wanted to go (she had no idea where the guy was heading to, but it wasn't her fucking business to pry). Still, it wasn't like she had anything better to do while these last few minutes of waiting passed by, and really, she was a lot more fucking whimsical today. If the other teenager wanted to be nosey, she'd lower herself to humour him. At least he didn't seem like another standard fucktard like the rest.

"Mindaro," was the Huntress' succinct reply. "Gratia Mindaro."

Hopefully he wouldn't ask how it was spelt. She would not be able to muster any goodwill whatsoever to answer stupid questions like those.

"And I plan on not dying in a fiery conflagration," she added, voice dripping with sarcasm.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz--Proper Introductions

Success!

A name! He'd managed to pry out a name!

...

I'm treating human interaction, even if with a less-than-engaged party, like a game.

Should he be worried about that? It was a challenge, but...

If he didn't make a habit of it, all good, right?

"I'm pretty sure most of us can say the same, Miss Gratia. I can tell you for certain that I don't plan on dying very soon either." he replied with a casual chuckle, as the airship pulled up to the dock.

"I'm Luke Schwarz. Nice meeting you, Gratia Mindaro." he said, as the line began to shuffle forward, filing into the transport. He'd done his duty as a conversationalist, now he could safely break off and leave her be unless she felt like continuing herself.

[User]
Gren Orchid

After patching himself up and getting a drink from one of the machines, Gren was about to head into the city. But before he did he stopped by the gardens. It was a bit early in the morning to be doing this but he always wanted to make sure his garden was in top shape. Though without all his tools the best he could do is water them and pick at any weeds that started to grow up. He walked over to the school gardens, past all the botanic flora and fruits of labor. He kept walking until he reached the dirt plot that was his garden. Not many weeds, but much to Gren's delight, there were some sprouts from his begonias. "Yes!" Dropping his things on the side of the garden Gren looked around for a watering can. But as he searched he noticed someone. She was... Breath taking. Which is a strange thing for Gren to think considering that his taste in women are those who are both cute and could crush his head between their thighs. But something about this one caught his eye. "H-hello."

[Assistant]
IC: Emerald

Emerald fidgeted at Diamond's inquiry about how she managed to hit the ceiling with her noggin. The fact that she'd been bouncing on her bed and actually hit her head on the ceiling was pretty embarrassing. Still, there really wasn't any use in denying it now.

"Well I um...I was jumping on my bed...to get the blood pumping you see!" She tried to make it sound like it was a perfectly normal thing to do...well it was for her. "I may have used my semblance to make myself bounce a little too high."

"And pajamas are the comfiest clothing of them all! And...and…" She cocked her head. "What's a hick?"

[User]
"I suppose jogging to get the blood pumping is too mainstream?" Diamond rolled her eyes in mirth, "Just tell me you didn't break the bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing, it's not like you asked the first time anyway..." the thief teased nonchalantly with an amused smirk. When she thought about it though, the whole thing was totally expectable form someone like Bouncy.

"A Hick, uhh..." Diamond said, her language skills in overdrive to formulate her answer in a way that didn't sound pejorative, "A yokel? Hillbilly? Country bumpkin?" she offered a few words close to synonyms, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - RPGD's Dorm

Robert stepped out of the bathroom of his team's dorm, warm steam fallowing him out. He always liked to take a warm shower in the morning to wake himself up. "Alright, today's the day. Time to get to know more people. Get past my nervous behavior and talk to someone that isn't on my team. Make more friends. I'm going to do it," he assured himself as he walked out of the room. Robert looked around the dorm's hallway, trying to find someone nice to talk to. Every person he saw though just looked at him either in surprise or just started snickering. Why were they doing that? Did he forget something like to wash some shampoo out of his hair? He touched his hair with his hand to be sure. It was a bit damp, but nothing out of the usual. So what were they laughing at?

The hunter-in-training made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and that was when it finally hit him. He looked down in shock as he realized that he had left all of his stuff in the room, the only thing he was wearing was a towel. He rushed for the doorknob, but it was locked tight. His key, his scroll, his weapons, and his clothes were all locked inside. Robert began to pound on the door. He hadn't checked on his teammates before he left though, so for all he knew they all left hours ago. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he thought aloud. Having no idea what to do now, Robert walked away and began exploring the school wearing nothing but his towel. "This'll certainly be an interesting conversation starter at least."

[User]
Oswald Connolly

While he was returning from the cafeteria after a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon, waffles and eggs, Oswald noticed several students whispering to each other and laughing. Looking around, he quickly realized what they were talking about: Robert Fallson, leader of Team RPGD, was walking around....wearing only a towel.

What the hell? Was this some kind of joke? Was everybody being watched and recorded to see their reactions? Oswald couldn't help but laugh as a result of what he was seeing. This guy wasn't even trying to get back into his dorm! He was just casually exploring around the school while wearing a towel, and nothing else!

Trying to force his laughter down as he approached the boy, Oswald failed miserably, still chuckling as he started speaking. "So...Robert. You, uh...you having a good morning?"

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy

Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly.

Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."

[User]
Ciel | Vale

"perhaps" Ciel said offhand she was unsure but it really seemed that he was either against her getting a haircut or just liked pushing his point at times. Either way she thought he did have a point in the fact that perhaps "special" hairclips could help her in this situation. "All things considered I suppose we should probably get going as soon as we finished eating" she said as she motioned towards the waiter bringing them their ordered dishes. "Ah thank you for agreeing to help me with my current errands" Ciel said.

[Assistant]
Jack Orpheus | Vale

"Hey no worries. Ever need any help, you can call me", they were on the same team after all. After they finished their meals, Jack led her to the place he was talking about, where you can get battle gear made or repaired.

"Ayyyyy, how's it going old man?", the store had all assortments of armour, some of which were familiar, since some students at Beacon wore it.

"Oh, it's you Jack, here's your coat back. Are you sure you don't want to put a new weave inside it? The material is sturdy, but really old, and wouldn't hold up against certain things... Also don't call me old man", the old man went out back for a moment before handing Jack his coat in a bag.

"I think I'll be fine... Speaking of which, my team mate here needs some new gear, can you do that?", Jack motioned over to Cian as he spoke.

"Of course I can, so what's your name? What kind of armor? What weapon do you use? Anything else?", he asked Cian rather quickly.

"One at a time old man",

"Don't call me old man",

"But yeah... So what'll it be Cian?", he turned back to her. She had options... Like a new outfit, or just her old outfit.

"Oh don't worry about costs too much by the way, if you're a student at Beacon you get a big discount. They pay for most of it", well there you have it.

[User]
After fungerations with Bleep Bloops that most people call people, Mokuren was on her way to see Skyra. She wouldn't dare admit to anyone that she actually got lost on the way there, because that would be evil and rude and not very nice. Because they would laugh, and she would stab them, and that was no way to go about getting friends.

But, still, The World Was Beautiful! Or so she exclaimed, without ever having that thought before, and quite possibly never having that thought again. The world was just The world, annd while something was nice, it wasn't exactly beautiful. What was beautiful, was this door. In front of her. She was Ostrich to the power of Emu sure that it was the right door, and even if it wasn't, knocking on it would only disturb a colony of butterflies on the other side of the world, and destroy a statute of the Dragon Reborn, erasing all possible evidence that he had ever been around from the world. So, with that kind of pressure, Mokuren knocked on the door that was Skyra's, or at least she hoped it was Skyra's.

[Assistant]
Without much movement Skyra burrowed her face into the book she was reading. It was quite interesting. The part she was just reading was an essay on why Faunus are nothing but animals and share nothing with humans.
Why you ask would Skyra, a professed Faunus rights movement partaker, read such a thing?

To be honest, she herself didn't know either, but she laughed heartily at the stupidity of the author, a Rudolph Nittler. The essay had the peculiar title "Mein Krampf", where he describes the brain cramps he supposedly got when touching a Faunus, trying to convince people that Faunus are poisonous or something like that.

Rather sudden, the door got knocked upon.

Skyra did a backflip off her bed to land just in front of the door and opened it to find the familiar face of the fox-girl she encountered earlier in the gym. The girl that disappeared when she went to the locker room to change.

"Uhm... hi? Hey, Moku. Why did you just... vanish earlier?"

[User]
Mokuren grinned at Skyra as she opened the door. It was nice to see that it wasn't the opening to the Deep Temple, where Cthulu Lay Sleeping. But, having such a thing in a school would be stupid. And the perfect place to hide it.
"Ohh, well, you said about being cheesy, then I started wondering about cheese, so I went to get you some cheese so you could also be cheesy. I can't stay, I do have things to do, but dropped by to give you this" she took of her backpack and handed it to Skyra, giving her many pieces of wrapped cheese, different shapes and flavours, all yummy.

"I hope you enjoy it. Staying is, unfortunately, not really in the books. I have to get.....some things, but maybe I will see you tommorow?" She asked, a soft ring in her tone that might have been hopeful if it was anyone but Mokuren. As it was Mokuren, however, the ring was just a ring.


[System]
Hero Name: Patriot

Age: 18

Parents: Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter

Personality: will protect the people that are close to him, is serious though once you get through the walls he set up. He's kind and gentle, funny can be why sometimes if he wants to.

History: will be revealed in roleplay

Appearance:

With suit

Ignore the A on the helmet

[User] Fury nodded and let go, walking to his desk, standing as he looked to his two young heroes. "That is all. I will let you know when any missions have come up. For now I need to go over some reports. You are free to do as you please. I'm counting on you both." Fury then sat down in his desk chair and turned on his computer and started turning on the lights. Shadow took this time while the lights were being turned on to exit the room. She seemed to have something on her mind.

[Assistant] Patriot nodded, before walking out. Catching shadows arm, "you alright? Something seems to be troubling you." His father had taught him how to read body language and facial features, it came in handy when going to take down any threats that threatened the city.

[User] Not expecting someone to grab her arm, she jumped a little before turning to see Patriot and asking what was wrong. She stayed where she stopped. "Sort of. Its just that. I just arrive her, new to being in a organization and being partnered with someone to be put on an important mission that involves the fate of the planet. And I dont have to prove anything. Its....odd." Shadow admitted. She didnt didnt understand people no matter how long she had been around them.

[Assistant] Patriot shrugged, "Fury has his ways of knowing people from the beginning whether there going to be a traitor or something else anyway. I think-" he got cut off by an explosion looking out the window seeing smoke rising up. Cursing slightly, before looking back at Shadow. "We need to move now, or whatever that thing was is going to destroy more than that one building." Running toward the stairs, hoping that Shadow was following. He got to the garage, removing a tarp to reveal and old bike underneath. Revving the engine to life, he took off. Keeping in contact with shadow through the main communicator ear piece.

[User] Shadow too had seen the explosion and followed willingly. following him down stairs and to the garage where she got in a motorcycle of her own. She sped off after putting her helmet on and starting g up the cycle. "What explosion could that have possibly been?" Shadow asked through the communicator earpiece.

[Assistant]
Patriot frowned, turning down a street. Hearing shouts and gunfire getting closer, "I don't know what could all I know is that we have to stop this before it gets out of control." Stopping, just to see Furnace. "Oh hell when did he manage to get out of prison?" He heard another explosion, but it was a few yards in front of him running up just to see fire heading his way. Jumping to the side rolling and getting back to his feet.

Keeping his eyes on Furnace, he kept running just for fire to hit his shield and stop him in his tracks. "Oh come on little man that can't be all you have." Furnaces shout reached his ears, only grunting in response as he was slowly pushed back from the pressure.

[User] Shadow had taken another road to come around and hit from the other side. Getting off the bike, with it parked on the other side of a building, she looked out to see the area Furnace and Patriot were squaring off. Smirking, Shadow looked around before she blinked and her eyes shined a brighter emerald color with a gleam of gold. Shadow had whispered something before a Giant Dire wolf had appeared and ran out at furnace, it started to form fire within its mouth. "Patriot. I want to try and distract him. Maybe finding a highrant and use it against him and what fire is within that exploded building." She suggested, seeming distracted.

[Assistant] Patriot nodded, "whatever you think best Shadow I'll keep his attention on me till your ready." With that he swung his, shield into Furnaces chest knocking him black running up just to slam his shield into his face a dazed Furnace stumbled back.

[User] The Dire Wolf ran at furnace and swiped at him with its giant paw, sending him away from Patriot to his right but to where he could not be sent far. Shadow was peeking around to find the nearest hydrant so they could weaken him and bind him. Finding one wasn't too much of a problem. Northeast of Patriot's position, Shadow ran to that said hydrant. "I position, northeast of you. Fenrir will help as best as he can."

[Assistant] Patriot nodded, "alright me and fenrir I think you said will lead him toward you." With that he threw his shield at furnace getting the guys attention smirking a bit. He pushed furnace toward northeast toward shadows location.

[User] Shadow stayed within the shadows where furnace could not see her as Fenrir helped direct and push furnace northeast. Shadow waited for the right time to strike as she had been watching their every move carefully. When she saw Furnace in the right distance, she seemed to be chanting softly where it couldn't exactly be heard but to one with very advanced hearing, it sounded asgardian. The Hydrant turned one its caps loose and started to drench Furance with high pressured water which would send him flying in which Fenrir pursued him so he wouldnt try and escape. Shadow then closed the opening with the same cap. She looked to Patriot with a nod and went to find furnace who went flying in the southwest of their position.

[Assistant] Patriot watched shadow run toward where furnace went flying. Frowning slightly, he followed picking up the villain who tried to fight his grip. Though with the super soldier serum running through him his grip was stronger. Making sure furnace was tied up, before he heard the sirens of cops coming toward them.

[User] Shadow looked around when Patriot was tying Furnace up. She was watching for anyone or anything coming in their direction. Hearing that there was sirens of the cops. Looking in the direction they were coming from, Fenrir had vanished but she then looked to Patriot. "What do we do? It seems the cops might try to take over the situation." Shadow stated calmly. "Should we call SHIELD?" Shadow honestly wondered what they were to do when cops came when someone from SHIELD takes care of a villian.

[Assistant] Seeing a helicopter in the distance, he shook his head. "SHEILDS already on the way shadow. The question is now do you want to leave before the cops show up or no." He heard a cough looking down at furnace, "you can't stop what's gonna happen.....you stupid red white and blue..." Patriot went down on one of his knees, "and that's what?" Furnace laughed, "like I would tell the idiot." Nick shook his head slightly, before looking up at shadow from his kneeling position.

[User] Shadow looked at the helicopter that was heard and seen. hearing the options that Patriot put before Shadow made her think for a moment. Looking at the concrete. As she was thinking, the cough too caught her attention but did not look at furnace as he spoke. Unsure exactly what he was talking about exactly, but had a few guesses, the female caster looked to Patriot as he looked at her. "I would not understand why we should leave because of the cops so I think we should knock him out and let SHIELD take care of him. I guess we can try to explain things to the authorities if we can." She stated. But she felt a little uneasy about being around cops. She really had no idea why.

[Assistant] Patriot nodded some, before walking over to furnace. Looking down at the villian, before delivering a good punch to the temple knocking him out. Before he saw the vans of shields oppritives coming into sight.

[User] Shadow watched furnace being knocked out by Patriot, hearing the van come eventually. Upon their arrival, the magic user noted the cops too coming closer than before. "I believe we may not have to deal with the authorities if SHELD had arrived first." Though what she was starting to think about what furnace had said. 'Maybe what Director Fury had told us to the best of his abilities is close as to what furnace was trying to refer to.' She couldn't be sure but would take it up with Patriot when they were alone.

[Assistant] Patriot nodded some, placing his shield on his back. Looking down at dlfurnace he shrugged, hearing the helicopter and seeing fury step out looking to both of them. "Nice job you two for now both of you are dismissed you can go home and rest up." He nodded slightly, before looking to shadow. "I guess I'll see you when we get called back in again or when something hits the city." With that he got on his bike and drove off.

[User]
Shadow watched a helicopter come in only for Fury to come out to see them. The dark haired teen straightened at his presence. Hearing how good of a gob they did and that they were dismissed, Shadow nodded before her eyes were moved to Patriot who bid her farewell. "I too shall see you later." She said before he had driven off.

Later that day, Shadow had to get a ride from SHIELD to get to her transportation. Which was her car. A 2007 Chevrolet black Comaro with green and gold flames on the sides. She had gotten it for a decent price at a used car dealership but she asked someone she had known and helped to put the paint and designs on it. It ran well and she didnt normally drive it everywhere. But her father had asked to use her motorcycle and so she had to use the car. Shadow drove him of which she was no longer wearing her outfit when she had arrived home. She went upstairs, and had gone to her bed where a German shepard had greeted her and she plopped onto till she was called for dinner or something that needed her attention.

[Assistant] Opening the garage, he drove into it closing the door behind him. Pulling off the mask that covered his hair and some of his face nick made his way toward his room. He made sure to keep his footsteps light and make sure he could get to his room without a hassle. Going to his room he started pulling off the suit wincing every now and then cause of the bruises he had gotten, and the fight with furnace had hurt him too.

[User]
Later That Week:
It was Monday and the School was buzzing with news of a new wannabe hero running around and was spotted taking down furnace with Patriot. Some think she looks like the person that tried to take out Manhattan years back. Desondra was looking about the people who were looking at videos and twitter feeds and so forth about the buzzing news that people were either excited about, hated or were questioning it. But she tried to stay more closed off than she had before. She didn't like people randomly asking for her opinion on it for she didnt want to give an impression that she knew something or taking sides. Des didn't want to do that. But no doubt that in one of her classes that they would have to discuss about it and all that fun stuff. But seemed focused on something. Something within her notebook that had more importance it seemed that anything else.

[Assistant] Nick had his bag over his shoulder, paying no mind to the talk about him though they were also talking about shadow that had been teamed up with him. He shrugged, let them think what they want about them shadow was his partner and they needed to figure out what was going on something about what furnace said yesterday.

[User]
When Nick came into his first period class, there was a folded up slip of paper on his Desk. It wasn't big just big enough to be seen by Nick. When he reads it, it says:
"Come to the south gym during lunch. Much to talk about. Don't worry. Not the bad guy."
It had no n as to who had wrote it but seemed to know him quite a bit. The hand writing was nice, not sloppy. But a handing Nick might or might not know.

[Assistant]
Nick raised an eyebrow to the note. Before plopping down in his seat. He wasn't quite paying attention though when he was called on to answer he did his best to answer before his thoughts went back to the note. Something was up, that much he knew though it had to be someone in his class to put that note on his desk.

Lunch came, though while everyone headed to the cafeteria, he headed for the gym his bag aligned over one shoulder as he made his way through the hall.

[User] When Nick was on his way to the south gym, no else seemed to have made their way there. When Nick entered, it seemed empty, lights were on, but empty up until someone had come from hiding behind the bleachers. It was Desondra. "I-I wrote that note. It's...It's about what furnace said last weekend."

[Assistant] Looking around, nick was about to leave till he saw the movement. Stopping and listening before nodding, "I guess you put the pieces together on my identity then." Though he was wondering what the connection was with what furnace had said it bugged him slightly though he nodded for her to continue.

[User] Desondra nodded. "I did. I figured it out when I found out that your father was Steven Rogers, Captain America. Plus your voice was familiar." She had told Nick, walked up to him as she continued. "I know we are both bothered by what Furnace said last weekend and I have reason believe that it was what Director Fury told us our primary mission. Furnace maybe linked to whoever is threatening the planet. 'What can't stop what's gonna happen? Doesn't that sound like he knows more than he is letting on?" She asked, her stuttering practically gone as she let her thoughts be known. Standing a few feet from Rogers.

[Assistant] Nick nodded some before frowning in thought, "he was being vague." He shook his head at the thought "he was being careful with his words hoping we would visit him to get the rest of the information out of him." A sigh escaped his lips, "though we'll have to pay him a visit to find out what he knows."

[User] Desondra nodded. "I got that impression too. She sat down on one of the bleachers and sighed. "Now the question is, when are going to be able to visit this furnace character? And is he that hard to get information from?" Desondra was curious. She didn't know furnace but had a feeling he was good at reeling heroes in to get them stirred up.

[Assistant] Nick frowned some, "don't know this is my first time dealing with this guy ever he has a big ordeal of not going to make himself well known though he does have info we need." He shook his head, "we'll have to see or ask fury if we can."