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<Revi>

I lagged behind the boy with the most unique hat by about 30 seconds or more, trying to keep my actions as inconspicuous as possible. It didn't seem like the boy had noticed me tailing him yet, so I proceeded with caution. After entering the large building, I found that it seemed almost more expansive on the inside than it did on the outside; maybe this was just a trick of the eye due to the lack of people within the building. Everyone seemed to be elsewhere, probably joining in on the day’s events, save the couple of staff members floating around the empty halls. I positioned myself in front of a poster that was advertising the newest exhibits and attractions, allowing me to always keep the boy within my peripheral vision. What could he be possibly looking for in a museum? Is he some kind of researcher with some kind of researching ability or something?, I queried in my head. It might explain that strange hat… The boy had been talking with the almost-overly enthusiastic curator for a while about something when they began to walk down a hall.

I casually gravitated it the same direction to the exhibitions that were along the same hall and stopped in from of an attraction within about 5ft of the door that they were trying to unlock, pretending to belittle myself with the skeleton of some ancient bird-like creature. When the boy entered the new area with the curator after opening the door, I checked my surroundings before attempting to follow; however, another female curator adorning a just-as-creepy-if-not-creepier, perfect smile took out her jangling ring of keys with the obvious intent of sealing the area. I could not lose my prey, not now, so I swiftly slipped behind the unsuspecting curator, covered her mouth with one hand, and knocked her over the head with the hilt of my sword with my other hand. I then proceeded to drag her unconscious body into the new area, which must have been storage or something with all of the huge stacks of crates and boxes, and deposited it within one of the many pre-opened crates. I hoped there had not been any cameras...how would I be able to explain this later...eh..oh well. What is done is done. I will deal with any lingering consequences later.

The boy and the curator had not made it that far, but they were a good distance ahead. I decided to stay reserved for the time being and therefore darted and peeked at the two from behind the boxes and crates stacked with in the aisles nearest to them. The two ventured to the very back of the area until they reached a small stain-glass window. Is that what he was looking for? Why did he need to find such a thing?, I pondered. While staring at the glass artifact, I failed to notice that I, too, was being watched. He appeared out of nowhere from within one of the boxes in front of me, scaring me out of my wits. I stumbled backwards, tripping over the edges of two boxes in the process and subsequently knocking over their respective stacks. As the boxes toppled down in unorderly heaps, I cursed under my breath.

[Hat boy] "We are not alone."
[Curator] "WHAT!? Protect me!"

I tensed up. Are they going to come and investigate the mess? Damn. What do I do if I am caught? What do I say? Do I engage in battle?, I contemplated in my head. In the end, I decided that the most viable option was to flee to an adjacent aisle and evade their eyes. Luckily that I did, for as soon as I took to a new hiding spot in the adjacent aisle, a large gust of wind whipped through the aisle I had resided in prior, and carried any boxes along the edges of the shelving structure to the back end of the aisle where I had been before. I apprehensively peeked around the box stack that I was behind to glance at who produced such a gale, to find the boy looking around and adorning those weird disc things. I released a slight sigh as I interpreted from his quizzical expression and actions, that he had not seen me switch aisles. After seeing the mess of the broken items and artifacts lying at the end of the aisle, the curator flew into a fury of her own and started screaming at the boy to get out. As the two passed by, I shuffled around the stack of boxes to keep out of sight as I listened to their voices fade into the distance. To my great pleasure, there was no slam of a door, so I figured that the curator was in such a rush to oust the boy that she had forgotten to lock the door to this storage area. I waited about a minute or so before I deemed that it was safe to leave my hiding spot.

I poked my head out the open door of the storage area to make sure that the coast was clear before I slipped out of the storage area unnoticed and exited the museum into the blinding rays of the smiling sun. My eyes adjusted in moments, so I easily spotted the unique hat and continued on my investigation since it was quite apparent that this boy had nothing to do with that weird stain glass tile. I kept a close tail on the boy, making sure he was never out of my sight and by staying within 10 feet of him. I followed his every movement. When the boy made a left, I made a left. When the boy made a right, I made a right. When the boy made a left, I made a left. When the boy made another left, I made another left. When the boy made another left, I made another left. By then, I knew there was something wrong here. Why would he take so many lefts? One more and it would be a perfect square, which would be utterly pointless. Was he on to me? He never looked back to check like a person normally would. Maybe he was just really lost with no sense of direction. Yeah that was probably it. He did accidentally enter the library instead of the museum at first. He is just a fool. That is why he never apologized to the angel. Maybe I have been wrong about him this whole time? Still, he needs to be punished for acting so familiar with the angel. They obviously didn’t know each other that well. Plus, she is mine and not his, so he should have never associated with her in the first place. However, he should at least have had enough common sense to know not to talk to strangers and to at least apologize for falling on someone. No. It can’t be! I have been played like a fool. This is all a game to him isn’t it? He does know I am following him, doesn’t he?! Fine! Two can play at this game! I will play along, but just know boy, I will come out as the winner!

I followed the boy in his clever ploy of walking in a complete square before he finally stopped the stupid cycle and crossed the street into an alleyway. Perfect! The little fool has walked himself into a trap! This alleyway is a dead end! I will be able to get hi- Wait what?!, I exclaimed in my mind. As I rounded the corner of the alley that lead to a dead end, but the boy had vanished into thin air! I ventured to the end of the alley, thinking maybe that he was hiding somewhere, when a voiced called from behind me, "Who are you?"

The sly little brat. I whirled around, completely ignoring his question, and drew my blade as I rushed at him, calling my Horned Tiger to my side just in case was to be needed. I wanted to make this fight at least a little fair with some 1v1 to test his skills at first, so I slashed upward diagonally while my tiger waited patiently for my command behind me. I expected the boy to be a little surprised and barely dodge the attack, but his speed and reaction time was beyond my expectations. He seemed to read my attack and swiftly countered by executing a perfect evasive maneuver and attack that copied the same motion as my own attack, aiming for my head. I had no time to react myself, so the blow stopped right in front of my face yet yielded a force so great that it shoved me backwards and sent me sprawling into my tiger. The impact slammed us both into the wall, the tiger taking the brunt of the blow as I landed in its soft fur. Dazed by the powerful blow, I staggered to my feet and helped my tiger up. A twang of guilt collected in my gut as I realized that due to my poor judgment of the dimensions of the alley and battle strategy, a precious friend was harmed by the enemy. I channeled this self-hate into kindle to fodder my scorn of my enemy by blaming everything on him. It was not my fault my tiger got hurt. No. It was all his fault! All of it! I returned the injured beast to my blade and turned to glare in the direction of the boy, half-expecting that he had turned tail and ran when he had the chance. Instead, he stood there staring at me as if he was waiting for my next move. He wanted this to happen, didn’t he? I complied with the boy’s preconceived wishes and charged at him again, empowered by the nurtured feelings of hate. As soon as I moved, he did too. He thrust his right hand down and stomped with his right foot. The earth shook as 4 pillars, each growing in height consecutively, rose out of the ground with the last one stopping right in front of my face. The boy scaled these steps with ease and flipped around to produce a gale that slammed me into the last pillar. I was infuriated! I took such an attack as an insult as it was almost comical in thought. How dare he make a mockery out of me! I decided in that instant that 1v1 would get me nowhere, so I summon Haku, my snake synth, immediately and commanded him to attack the boy. As soon as Haku began to materialize beside me, he shifted into the form of a regular-sized viper and launched himself at the boy. I smirked, thinking that the boy would certainly not have enough time to react within such close quarters. He had doomed himself. However, almost by instinct, the boy ducked and shot out fire, burning Haku in mid-air and propelling him over his head. I watched in horror, dropping my smug expression and replacing it with a blank one, as one of my precious friends writhed around in the flames that would burn its body to an unusable crisp.

Fueling my wrath into fiery flames, the boy added in a snide comment, "Damn snakes." I snapped. First he was arrogant enough to speak with my angel and then he killed off one of my few precious friends with a cruel insult. I am so done with this boy. He will pay with the highest price for such heinous acts. I will destroy him if it is the last thing I do, I thought firmly as I bit back tears. I stiffly lifted my blade and unleashed an onslaught of attacks, one of which was aimed at his feather/plant-like hat. My blade rebounded off of the hat as if it was made of some solid, immovable substance, but I did not falter. I kept attacking, blinded by rage and overwhelming emotions.

All of a sudden in the midst of my fury, a force exploded from the boy and sent me hurdling into the wall at the opposing end of the alleyway. I crumpled to the ground. Miraculously, only a few of my bones were broken, mostly in my ribs, and I didn't receive too much head trauma, so I staggered to my feet, only managing to regain such strength through the energy supplied by my inflamed emotions.

"Goood that's right. Let that hate fill your drive to kill. Relinquish your control to your instinctive, savage side. Yes relish in that pain and despair. He is the reason for all your pain and suffering, so take everything out on him. On everyone," he whispered in my ear and I obediently complied in my semi-conscious state. I began calling out my other familiars: Lina, Jane, and William. I tilted my blade and was preparing to launch another assault when an announcement rang throughout the city.

"All participants to the stadium, the matches are about to begin!"

The announcement called me back to my senses and reminded me of the obligations I still held. I reluctantly returned my familiars with much unneeded grumbling under my breath before shouting at the hat boy, "This is not over, you hear hat boy?! I will be coming for you after this match, so you better watch your back!" I quickly left the alley and made for the tournament area once again, dusting off some of the residue left on my clothes after being knocked around during the battle.

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Quote from GeorgeNinja

Name: Eddie Sharp. (Real name Edwina, but she went by Eddie so much it became her real name.)
Age: 21.

Personality: To be revealed during the roleplay.

Abilities: Extremely physically fit and very, very strong. Stronger even than most men within the walls. Unmatched at hand to hand combat, her specialty being brawling rather than martial arts. She has no skill with ranged weaponry at all, though she is still quite capable with swords, though she is far from the greatest at using them. Her skill with the 3D maneuver gear is surprisingly good, no doubt because she has to make up for her lack of ranged skill by being ungodly in melee, and for that she needs to avoid being grabbed. With that said, she may actually have the strength to break free of a smaller Titan's grip.

District coming from: Trost.

Squad (Re)Training For: Scouting Legion.

Appearance: Eddie is a strong and tough young punk who isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. She’s quite far along the tomboy scale, even IMAGINING wearing girly clothes like dresses or skirts is enough to make her feel sick. Beyond being a tomboy, however, it’s fitting to call her a punk as well, since her appearance is something that you could probably call quite alternative.

Eddie is actually quite an attractive young woman, having a feminine face which boasts pretty features despite herself and all of her tendencies. Her chin is slightly pointed, her nose a tad bit smaller than what’s considered average, well-defined cheekbones, pink lips (gravitating towards neither plump nor thin) and healthy white teeth, all good makings of a pretty girl. However, it's worth noting she has a piercing on her nose. A gold ring on the left side of her nose, though it’s rather small it’s still easily noticed even if you were just glancing at her. It’s her only piercing, though, solely because she couldn’t be bothered stabbing more metal decorations into her body.

Eddie's eyes are pretty captivating, being a bright, sky blue colour that reflects some of the optimism in her personality. Of course, just because her eyes show off her optimism doesn’t mean she’s some kind of naïve, innocent kid afraid to even cuss at someone. Quite the opposite, truth be told, but this section isn’t about her personality. Her eyes are nice, that’s all there really is to it.

Her hair is next, probably being one of her most startling features in that it's coloured a bright, acid green. This is not her natural colour, before you say anything. She started dying it when she was a teenager and liked it so much she simply never stopped. Her style has changed a bit over the years but, currently, she is pretty happy with it being spiky. Not full-on punk spikes, just lots of short spikes in a kind of messy fashion. Her hair is also cut relatively short, I should add, not even able to reach her shoulders if it were all wet and let down. Pixie-style would be a suitable name for it, just... Spikier. Her fringe messily spikes too, so part of her forehead is on display, but what does she care?

Now, moving on to Eddie's body I should warn you that she is pretty fit.

By which I mean REALLY fit.

Standing at the height of 5'11" she is a bit above the average height for a woman, but her height fits in well with her general body size. She has an athletic figure, though beyond just being ‘athletic’ she has muscle that are FAR more defined than what you’d see on most other women. By no means is she some kind of steroid-enhanced super bodybuilder, but when she wears clothes that show off her arms, legs or body shape in general you can clearly see she has muscles that would put both women AND men to shame. She still boasts a (somewhat) slender waist, flat stomach and C-sized bust, not to mention a fantastic rear, but her muscle size and obvious strength tends to turn men away. Pfft, what babies!

The last things I need to add about her is her skin, which is a lightly tanned tone and, for the most part, absent of blemishes. At least… Absent of spots, pimples and the like. Scars? That’s a different story. Probably her most noticeable one would be a bright red burn scar visible on her right cheek. It's not too big, maybe just a few inches across, but it still tends to stand out and make people wonder where it came from. Aside from that scar she has others scattered about her body, though none of them are plainly visible other than a few small and simple ones along her arms.

Backstory: Eddie was born in the Trost district, plain and simple, her parents just a regular couple within the walls. The family was never anything special, not until Eddie became fascinated with the thought of joining the military. The thought came to her while she was still young, watching a parade of different sections of the military march through the district, and from then on the thought stayed with her. She started exercising a lot, asking her father to help her 'train' for the day she joined up for real training, and while he was reluctant he went along with it for the sake of supporting his daughter.

She went to a military camp when she was fifteen, just a year before Wall Maria was breached by the giant Titan. She trained to be a part of the Stationary Guard and was actually at Shiganshina when the attack happened, leading to her being one of the city's defenders during that time. She was still young, but a promising student, and joined the other defenders in the fighting, even succeeding in bringing down three Titans of varying sizes before the retreat. However, when she and two of her fellow trainees went to battle a fourth she ended up getting injured and knocked down into a wrecked house. The home's firepit still burned when she landed, ending up with her scorching her face badly enough to give her the bright red scar she sports to this day. The other two trainees didn't come away from that fight, but Eddie finished the job, though she was made to retreat right afterwards.

Afterwards Eddie finished her training and became a full member of the Stationary Guard, but she never slacked on her training. She worked hard, stayed vigilant and occasionally gazed out across the great territory, wondering what might come next. She began to think about the Scouting Legion as her hate of the Titans burned over the years, and recently approached her commander and requested a transfer to the Scouting Legion. He accepted under the pretense that she go through training a second time, to refresh her mind and body so she was truly prepared for what would come.

So now Eddie is just another trainee... Only she already finished the training once before, has slain four Titans in the past and was a member of the Stationary guard for four years. Otherwise just like anyone else though, right?!

Suggestions?: None to speak of.

Extra: I'm not entirely sure how you decide on Titan Shifters, so I'll just say that I'm willing for Eddie to become one. Unaware of it, that is to say.

I see no qualms with this app, so I would deem it accepted.

Also, sorry Sapphire. I guess I should generate a post to continue Flore's introduction/interrogation. I just didn't know if AZilla wanted to take over with that or not, but I guess I should continue it if she doesn't post her own. Sorry, I don't mean to pressure you, AZilla, but bluh. I just don't want the thread to die.

Also, Fare, Oswald's interrogation is coming up. I am currently working on Corporal Grey's post to approach and begin interrogating your character.

I apologize for all of these delays. I'll try to work faster.))

((So yeah, once again I have lacked the patience and mindset to edit this, so if it sounds weird or makes no sense at some point (if you even care to read this)....cats*. *I tend to use "cats" as a filter word. Where as some don't have a filter word, or use something else such as potato or um, I choose to use "cats".))

Another month later
<Experiment 2984>

Over the past month, the woman, who calls herself Moira O. Elysion, has been educating me about language, manners, and my niche in life. Supposedly I am a rare breed that has been cursed by God with imperfections that the world scorns. The people at this institute have taken pity on me and the other boy and have decided to educate us. In return, all we need to do is to utilize our curses and obliterate the other banes in this world. Every day the other boy and I practice using our curses on targets and learning the “ETG way”.

Throughout the days I spent with Ms. Elysion and the boy, I grew quite fond and attached to the both of them. One day I asked Ms. Elysion to tell me a story to help me fall asleep. She had denied me a story almost every night, but this time she sighed and sat at the edge of my bed and recounted the tale of one of her favorite stories. Its name was Ark.

The story revolved around a little girl, Soror, better known as Experimental Subject #1096, who was taken together with her brother, Frater, by a group of scientists to a research institute where their living bodies and minds had experiments being performed on them. Those experiments buried all memories about their sibling relationship.

Soror fell in love with her brother, not remembering he was her brother. However, Frater’s reaction was cold and eventually Soror discovered the truth that they were related by blood and that they were nothing but experimental subjects. She was driven mad and wished for an Ark, a ship that brings salvation to mankind, ie. Noah’s Ark, that would set free her anguished soul and lead her to Heaven, so that she and her brother could be together. She found her Ark in the form of a silver knife.

She then stabbed her brother to death with her Ark and was imprisoned. The Watcher, a man who lost his left hand’s ring finger, had started these very experiments in an attempt to become a proud God and reverse the natural process of this love’s death. Watcher gazed at the monitor and saw the Masked Man behind Soror take her away to the Abyss for having killed her brother.

The next day, Ms. Elysion gave me a name. She said that the boy and I remind her of two characters from another one of her favorite tragic tales called Elefseia, Artemisia and Elefseus. She told me that she would tell me the story another time. Afterwards we were sent to the training room to practice using our curses, but her promise of the story constantly interrupted my ability to stay focus. I kept finding myself thinking about what the story must be about instead of concentrating on using my power to attract living creatures. My type of power does not usually require much concentration, but since I just woke up from a deep sleep 3 months ago, I need a lot of practice in targeting an object and producing a smell that is appealing to their senses. Other than that, I am pretty adept in controlling the level of my vibrations and enhanced vision.

All throughout practice, my mind flew out into many tangents while I wondered if Artemisia fell in love with Elefseus and if they had a happy ending or not. I thought of magical, intangible fantasies of all the wonders and possibilities of the amazing tale that Elefseia could be. Every now and again I would glance over at Elefseus and my heart would tighten as he gracefully moved to dodge his opponent, land a successful blow, and produce strong vibrations upon will to incapacitate the rest of his sparring partners. Every now and again, he would catch me staring at him and my heart would flutter for a second before he glowered at me and I was forced to rip my eyes away from him in shame.

Elefseus has never liked me. I used to be more subtle with my feelings towards him, but over the past few months of training, I have grown closer to him and it has become harder. At one point in time, we had been extremely close as we struggled to comprehend and utilize our cursess for the first time, so I accidently blurted out the feelings that were eating away at me internally. At first his face grew an adorable red and I thought that he may have felt the same way, but about a few weeks ago, he started acting very reticent towards me and refused to look at me with amiable eyes or even speak to me. These types of actions created a dark abyss-like void to open up with in me. The only words that he has uttered to me were those when I grabbed on to his sleeve a few days ago and begged him to inform me of my ill-notions towards him. He murmured in a hushed, fierce tone, “If you only knew the truth,” before he briskly pulled his sleeve from my grasped and stomped away. What truth? What was it that he knew that I didn’t? Should I ask Ms. Elysion? Would she know this truth that he speaks of?

After practice was over, I crawled back to our room and huddled on top of my made bed as I sorted out all of the thoughts that had occurred to me during practice. Sadly, there was too much information and it all quickly became a scrambled web of insecurity. To comfort myself, I tried to recall a fond moment of when Elefseus had smiled at me, but oddly enough a different memory seemingly from a distant past flashed through my mind. The recollection depicted a boy with the same facial and bodily structure of Elefseus with the same genuinely cute smile, but a different hairstyle, hair color, eye color, and clothes with the lush green scenery that made up the mysterious “outer world”. Almost as soon as the memory came, it disappeared back into the ocean of my mind. I drove my hand into the surface of the water to frantically find it and fish it back out again, but it was gone. I left the sanctuary that was my inner thoughts and glanced at Elefseus. He was laying on his bed and when he caught my eye, he glanced at his desk and then back to me. He then got up and left the room to go to his lessons. Before following, I walked over to his desk and pocketed the slip of paper labeled 2984.

Our lessons were taught by a different person today. He introduced himself as Dr. Sasserman. I stifled a laugh as I thought it was a joke, but I was only met with disdainful looks from the Doctor, other scientists in the room, and probably the people in the metallic suits that were staring at me. Elefseus of course didn’t move a muscle and the Doctor continued to teach us the history and importance of the ETG and remind us of the importance of eliminated the other cursed beings in the world. He concluded his lecture with emphasizing that there will be some banes that we must capture, so starting the next day, we will be learning how to severely incapacitate targets so that they are ready for retrieval compared to our sparring incapacitation.

Following the lesson there was nothing more listed on our schedules for the day, so I stuck away to the girl’s bathroom and checked each of the stalls. The bathroom seemed to be completely empty and there were no cameras thankfully. At least they had some decency for privacy…I hoped. I claimed one of the stalls in the far back of the bathroom and locked the door before pulling out the note. The edges of the paper had a nice fuzzy feel of cleanly ripped paper and I swiftly unfolded it to find a queer message. Drawer 413 File 612 Rm 1025 11:11 I crumpled the paper and dropped it into the toilet. Drawer 413? File 612? 11:11? Did I really need to go there by 11:11? I flushed the toilet and exited the stall to wash my hands in the sink. When I finished, I shook my hands out and looked into the mirror. I still looked hideous with the bandages that I wore. They continued to hide the chronic bleeding that seeped from my wounds. The scientists told me that they had tried their best to extract the curse from my body, but failed to do so. After a few moments, I glimpsed movement of a figure in the mirror. The person must have been standing there the whole time. There was no point of trying to secretly examine her, so I turned around to be greeted by a stern faced, young female scientist with long brown that was pulled into a tight fishtail that weaved all the way down to her lower back. She wore black frame glasses and a white lab coat with a name tag labeled Lab 406 Assistant 37 Mary J. Park. She stuck out her left hand and gestured with her hand to hand over the slip of paper. I lifted my arms and she placed a shiny, yet painful bracelet on my wrist before proceeding to search my pockets. Of course she found nothing, so she scowled at me and typed a message on her PDA. She then removed the bracelet and left the bathroom. I glanced at the mirror once more before leaving the vacant bathroom. Drawer 413 File 612 Rm 1025 11:11, I recited over and over again in my mind.

Just as I thought, I was put under tight surveillance. This would make sneaking into that room even harder, but I had too. Elefseus told me too. Around 10, the guards took a break and it took about 15 minutes for them to switch positions. This seems like an improbably large margin of time to take to just switch positions, but if you know the guards around this sector, they feel that there is no reason to not slack off a little around shift changes. Not much goes on around this sector with just me and Elefseus. Ms. Elysion does a perfect job in keeping us in check. I took this opportunity to slip into the hallway and glance toward the guard door. Sure enough the guards chatted happily in the hallway as they slowly walked toward the break room. I snickered at this seemingly opportune moment and wandered down the hall to room 1025. Using the card that I had snatched from the assistant earlier while she was sifting through my pockets, I slid it through the card recognition function of the lock. Luckily the assistant was granted access to this room and stupid enough to not have realized her card was missing yet. If she had realized, this card would have been null by now. This must mean that she is off do something that she is not supposed to that involves her not needing to re-enter any lab rooms, or she was granted entrance by someone else. I would have to report her later…maybe.

The room was dark except for a few blinking lights from some machines in the back of the dark room. I didn’t dare turn on the lights, so I enhanced my vision so that I could see and searched for the cabinet marked 413. Of course it was locked, so I placed my hand on the cool metal and willed tremors to rattle the cabinet. Eventually the lock clicked and the cabinet slid cleanly open without a sound. I rummaged through the files until file 612 tickled the tips of my fingers and I pulled it smoothly from the cluster. I slipped the file into my clothes, silently closed the cabinet, and made for the exit of the room. I cautiously cracked the door open a smidgeon and peered out into the hall with my good eye to check if the coast was clear. A few shadows danced around the corner and didn’t seem interested in moving anytime soon; much to my misfortune. My window of opportunity was closing. The guards were bound to finish changing positions any moment now and if I was not out of this room before then, I would never be able to leave this room inconspicuously. Of course I would need to pay the video tapes a visit later for a little digital editing, but that could wait. What to do? What to do? Aha! I stared in the direction of the dancing shadows to assure my inferences of reluctant movement and sure enough they were confirmed. With a gentle sigh, the warm empowering feeling surged through my body as I utilized my curse to summon a fragrance that wafted through the air straight for their nostrils. One of them enjoyed the sweet incense of peaches, the other lilies, and the last one….sweat…? Immediately the sound of their footsteps grew louder and louder as they approached the room and I darted away from the door to fumble about in the darkness for another door or way out of this room. I probably should have thought this through better and found the door first before executing the plan, but there was no time or way to change that now. After a lot of panicked stumbling I managed to find another door as the group of people continued walking towards the door. I wiped my beaded forehead as I waited for a couple more seconds as they opened the other door to enter the room. As soon as they entered, I exited through the other door and cancelled the curse as I sprinted lightly with padded, long, muffled steps that were almost deer-like, down the hall. By the time I rounded the corner, I had slowed down to a walking pace and politely greeted the scientists and advisory personnel walking down the hall. Sure enough the guards were just concluding their petty banter and exchanges and entering the guard room. I returned to my room to find Elefseus immersed deep within a book, meaning that he paid no mind to my abrupt entrance, so I just flopped on my bed to decompress. As soon as I hit the soft, fluffy white sheets that matched the bright white walls and tiles, the thoughts of all the unaccounted for flaws in my plan came flooding in from the thoughts of the potential diligent guards who may have noticed me to other potential incongruences disqualifying me from ever being a ninja. I buried my face in my pillows and tried not to fret so much. Hopefully God could spare a little luck for the monster he made me to be. Suddenly my thoughts were disrupted as the clock in the hall rang a total of 11 chimes. The time of truth was drawing near.

((I haven't edited this that much, so if it is worded weird in some places, I'm sorry.))

The 3 Month Time Skip Pt1 of 2:
2 months later
<Samantha Experiment 2984>

I woke up to the droning beeps that have been floating through my sub-consciousness as I slept. It had become a part of me like the beat of my heart and it was embedded in my mind as so. I blinked once and noticed that the fluorescent lights searing my eyes were extremely uncomfortable and that closing my eyes would stop the pain. I slowly sat up and looked to my left and right. I was in a white, white room and lying on cold white tiles. I ran my hand across the bumps and creases of the tiles and absorbed the data. This was my first time touching tile as- …wait who am I? I looked down at my teal clothing that was draped loosely over my body. The outfit reminded me of one of those worn by patients in an insane asylum or a hospital, but then again I couldn’t remember because I had never really seen one before either. I scanned the fabric for any sign of my identity, but there was none, so I examined the limbs of my body. I could only find a rusty smelling, red blotched wrist band strangling my left wrist with a bunch of black lines in a white box of different widths. A barcode? Was that what it was called? And label of “Experiment 2984”. I jingled the tag that made no noise and watched how the light was reflected off its shiny, plastic surface. The light hit the glass and burned my eyes again. I glared at the glass, but that was when I noticed that there was movement on the other side of the glass. I stood up in the cramped space sealed by the glass that was purposefully stringent. It only allowed me to sit up, lie down, and stand. It was like a custom made glass box.

I tapped the glass and let the cool feeling of the smooth surface tickle the palm of my hand. I then gazed out into the empty white room. A person in a white coat with black short hair and wire frames on their face had just left the room, leaving me with no one- Wait was that another glass box not too far away? I pressed my face to the glass to try to get a better look. The other box was about 50 ft. away, so it was hard to make out anything though the distorted glass that my breath had fogged up. I thought I saw something stir in the box. There was someone else over there living just like me. As soon as that person sat up, something in my chest leapt with joy and then quickly retracted leaving me with a sharp internal pain. I had never experienced this feeling before. What was this feeling called again? I slumped down against the glass and buried my head into my knees as I rubbed my temples to desperately recall this vital piece of information. I couldn’t remember, but this feeling was influencing my thought process and desires. It robbed me of my free will and compelled me to desire more than anything to be with that person over in that other box. More than anything, I just wanted to be with that person whether that person wanted me to be there with them or not. I just wanted to do anything for that person and have them be mine, all and only mine. It was a queer feeling that unsettled me, but I could not deny it. But how? How could I make that person mine? Would that person be disgusted by me?

Wait, what do I even look like? I stood up again and stared into the glass; angling my head so that I could glimpse the reflection of a small bodied girl with dark-blue bobbed hair. Her face was mangled with scars and soiled, rusty red bandages that were wrapped disgruntledly around the top and left side of her head, and her eye glowed a sinister red as it gazed into the glass. Upon examination of the rest of the girl’s body, there were many other scars and missing parts both internally and externally. Was this person in the distorted reflection really me? I hesitantly lifted my left hand to the left hand side of my face as the person in the mirror followed suit. I lightly felt the bandaged area and immediately excruciating pain paralyzed my body. I collapsed to my hands and knees as I panted long heavy breaths. My sensory nerves, which had previously been numbed during my hibernation period, reported that the left side of my head was missing several chunks and innumerable incisions were made on my body marking the places where my internal organs had been tampered with and/or removed. All of these were obviously not fatal, but would severely impair me and my hopes of obtaining a suitable appearance. Water leaked out of my right eye only as my left socket lay dry and hollow underneath the poorly wrapped bandages. I clawed at my face with my right hand around my right eye as I wished more than anything to erase from the world my disgusting, horrifying image. The more I clawed, the more I panicked and the water streaming from my right eye kept pouring out, but I could have cared less. I was already bestowed with so many imperfections that. I was already in abject agony from the abstruse enlightenment about my incessant imperfections that the leakage of water no longer fazed me. I began to let out mournful wails. I was a monster. An ugly monster and I had no hopes of appeasing the intangible pain in my chest. I was a broken doll that no one would ever love again.

Half-way through my pitiful wails, I felt something surge through my body. It was an embodying force of a dragon as it spread warmth and hope through my veins and charged all the way up to my mind where the positive, reassuring feeling mutated into excruciating pain as it tried to confine its whole entity in that one space. The feeling swelled until it was released slowly from my open mouth. As soon as the feeling had subsided from my body, I gasped for air as if I had been choked or drowning under water. My hands slipped away from my head, since my body felt numb and robbed of energy, and I fell over to my side to just lay broken on the cold, white tile.

A few moments later, I felt a tremor move the floor that was under me, but I did not care to move until the screeching shatter of glass, blaring sirens, and red flashing lights forced me to sit up. I rubbed my tear stained eyes and noticed a blurry figure approach my case. I instinctively scooted to the other side of the glass caging, but the figure expressed some sort of gesture, warning me to move away from the glass. I reluctantly obliged and scooted to the center of the glass box. The figure then pressed his hand to the glass case and the room around me began to shake. The intensity quickly rose to immense force that shattered the glass and it rained to the floor in a shower of sharp, glittering, unmeltable ice. I picked up a snowflake and admired its intricate, abnormal pattern of fracture, but was met with a hot pinch as crimson liquid began to stain the sides. I quickly dropped the snowflake and it shattered upon contact with the unscathed white tile. Crimson liquid continued to bubble from my mangled hands until the figure kneeled down to apply pressure to the wound. The liquid smeared when he gripped both of my hands. I swiftly wiped my hands on the turquoise dress I was wearing and tried to identify the crazy person who shattered my glass box. I glanced up at the figure’s face, but the bright light above me was too bright and his upper body was shrouded in shadows. I lifted one of my blood stained hands to my face to shield my eyes from the glare of the bright light overhead and as my vision cleared, I realized that the figure was of the boy that had been in the other glass cage.

I studied his physique quizzically and realized that we shared some of the same characteristics. He facial structure was in fact almost identical to mine, our hair color was the same and they were about the same, his was a little longer, we both had those vehement, crimson red eyes, and probably were about the same height. Although he was lucky enough to have both eyes, potentially most of his head, internal organs, and scarcer bandages, unless they were hidden under his turquoise dress.

It didn’t seem he was going to help me stand up, so I placed my bloodied hands on the floor, painting it a beautiful red, and stood straight up. I dusted off my dress to try to be a little more presentable, but he was looking in the opposite direction with a queer expression. He seemed to lack the assertive demeanor previously shown when he shattered my glass box. Now he just looked confused on how he came over here. I quizzically stared at him, until he turned my way again, in which I could feel my cheeks burn a bright red. I couldn’t tell if he noticed because his attention was captured by the people in black metallic suits that filled the room. The people in suits lifted unfamiliar objects and aimed them directly at us. I subconsciously moved to hide behind the boy and clung to his arm. I was so embarrassed with my actions, but he didn’t seem to mind as he used his open hand to pat my head. A woman in a white coat approached us cautiously spewing some kind of noise from her mouth that I had a hard time deciphering. The only words I could understand were “calm”, “no”, “hurt”, “you”, “help”, and “family.” Oddly enough, at the sound of her melodic voice I calmed down and was drawn to her. I stepped out from behind the boy and walked towards the woman and the boy did the same. It was almost as if we were under some kind of trance. The woman smiled and motioned for us to follow. We complied willfully as she muttered something under her breath, “success”.

We were lead to another white room with white tiles that covered the walls and floors with even more blinding lights and white objects. I sprinted to the white object with a metal frame and white, soft sheets that felt much better to lie on than the floor. The woman spoke some more to us, but I could not understand what she was saying, nor did I care. The “bed” as the woman called it felt too nice and I slipped off to the world of dreams.

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Um could someone please make Crona? That would be awesome :3

Tetri smiles cheerfully, "I'm doing fine. How about you? Oh and I'm Tetri by the way. Nice to meet you all."

~.~.~.~.~.~.~Meanwhile~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

<Henry>
“I’ll ask you once more little boy. What is your power?” spat the man that was sitting in front of me in an irritated tone. I had been strapped to this chair for the past week or so. I’m not sure anymore. The days have started to blur together and my consciousness is starting to waver from sleep deprivation. Though in this dark world, I can no longer determine day from night and I am not allowed to sleep. Whenever I start to doze off, they always shock me back awake. They keep asking me questions, but I do not answer. They have promised that they are my friends, but what kind of friend straps an eleven year old boy to a chair and interrogate them about themselves?
“You stupid brat! Just answer the dang question!” The man stood up and proceeded to walk over to me. He slapped me across the face with what must have been his clipboard. I am blind, so I don’t really know. Though, in exchange for my sense of sight, my sense of hearing was increased, so I could sense the man’s presence leave the room. That and he slammed the door shut. Outside the room he reported the info to another man.
“That dang brat still hasn’t cracked. Urgh can’t we just dispose of him like the other two?”
SLAP! Ohhh that sounded like that hurt. “You dumb idiot! Do you wanna die? The superiors specifically said not to kill him before his power is determined. The little girl spilled the beans about herself and her brother. The superiors were interested in the girl’s power of sending vibrations through the things that she touches ripping them apart and the boy’s power of laser eyes. They were subject to tests to harness their power and didn’t make it. That’s why they were disposed of. He hasn’t spilled yet, so you can torture him, but you can’t kill him yet. In the mean go interrogate those twins.” No. no that’s not true. My ears are playing tricks on me. This is just a nightmare! It can’t be true. Tara and Simon are not dead. No no no. I’m just sleeping. That’s why I can’t hear their tortured screams anymore. It’s just a nightmare.
“Ugh fine.” The man said as he trudged into the other room. “Hi there guys, I have good news! We have found your mother! But she is being held captive by some really mean people. We would help you get her back, but unlike the people who took your mommy, we don’t have any powers. If you join use, we will make sure that you are reunited with her safe and sound. Ok?”
What a cliché and stupid lie? Who would ever fall for something like that? Well at least Samantha never talks and Timothy isn’t that du- “Really?!” a small voice squeaked. “You would really do that? Ok we’ll help too!” NOOOOOO Timothy noooo!!!! You idiot we don’t have a mommy. Though I guess you were too young to know that she left for good. Darn it all! Why?! What am I supposed to do Tetri?! How am I supposed to save them?! How was I supposed to save them?! Why couldn’t you be here with us?! Why did you abandon us?! Why did we have to receive these accursed Gifts. If it weren’t for them then we could have lived normal lives. Why?!

<Timothy>
“Good. Good. Now what is your power?” asked the man with glasses in a long white coat. He had been visiting us quite frequently. He always asked the same question, “What is your power?” I always shrugged my shoulders and then gazed off into space. Truthfully I don’t know what power that I have. Sam doesn’t feel like talking to strangers. She is shy, but I’m afraid that she will get angry at me if I tell them for her.
“What is your sister’s power?” he asks. I shrug. “Why doesn’t she talk?” I shrug my shoulders again. “You two do have powers don’t you?”
“Yeeeeeeeessss,” I reply as I roll my eyes.
“Well then can you tell me what your power is?” I shrug again and the man looks irritated. He prepares to leave, but then stops at the door and turns around to say, “Well prepare to be moved. We have received orders to prepare for battle. You will be called upon in a little while. “
“kaykay” I smile as the man walks out perplexed.

~Ryan~

After diving into the doorway you're already rushing to the next and tossing Lì in, ignoring his confused outcries. Just as well, soon you're dodging more of the shards of death Shou is throwing at you.

You really are screwed.

You dive into another doorway again, but of course you can't outrun her while avoiding the shards she takes from around you to trip you up. Tip-toeing your way through rough patches and dive-rolling through the stands, you try your best to stay as far out of her reach as you physically can. (Which is just barely enough not to have your faced ripped off forcibly)

Upon finally reaching the ground arena, Shou still right behind you, you find the entire thing enveloped in a barrier of ripped reality. Everyone in the audience is panicking and at this point you're starting to worry she'll do something rash.

At least with more people she has less opportunity to trip you up, so you take advantage of that to rush into another doorway, taking you back up into the arenas in the sky, jumping on the heads of a few people in your way in the process.

You know that breaking the heart of a gifted woman can result in some pretty bitter vengeance, but this is just ridiculous.

A few more dives through doorways and you're on the stadium second highest off the ground. With a couple of well-placed steps and a swing over the end, you find yourself jumping off of the arena. Frankly, surviving this fall is the only way you'll live. Only with your new vantage point however do you realize that she's enveloping the whole god damn island.

You don't know how the hell you're supposed to resolve this. Hell, you don't know how you're going to land safely. Especially with the stream of flaming hot death directly behind you and a wall of ripped reality below you.

On the upside, you probably look really cool right now.

~Lì~

You don't know what's happening, but it's apparently important enough to warrant Ryan using himself as a decoy for you. This irks you to no end. You went out of your way to be self-sacrificing for your guardians before, and now he thinks he can do that to you and get away with it? The greedy jerk.

You try to go back through the portal he sent you through, but of course he's no longer there. All that remains are pathways of white. The 3-dimensional holes are rather peculiar, but you have no time to waste analyzing whatever's going on. All you can do is try to chase them down and deal with whoever that woman was.

You follow the path, which leads to another arena and continues into another, then another, and another, then back into the arena you were just in, then another, and a this point you stopped counting. Eventually you come upon a scene in which the woman is over the edge of an arena with streams of odd glass-like structures collecting from everywhere and over her, downward. You've seen how the white stuff blocked off areas, so you take a hunch that Ryan jumped off the damn arena. It would be so much like him. If this is indeed how the case, you are going to punch him in the face.

Using just a bit of 巽 you propel your self upward. You lay down a foundation with 艮 to get into position, and with a touch of 巽 and 離 you spin vertically backwards.

旋轉起重機踢!

Announcing your attacks is a sure way to make them stronger. Ryan said so.

The kick connects directly with her jaw in a way you almost regret. You fail at chivalry. It's official. She staggers off of her platform only for her to create a new one almost immediately. The shards of evil disrupted themselves and she struggles to get them back into formation. You at least have the honor to let her get ready, completely ignoring whatever was going on below.

Of course she just locks you in a wall of that white stuff without a word.

Feh. Walls can't hold you. First you try punching one. It hurts your fist. After recovering you try weakening the walls with some 坤 and charging your fist with 震. It still hurts. Tired of punching walls, you take some more drastic measures. Considering that you can replenish your 乾 rather easily once out of this place your go ahead and expend your entire supply on one blast.

Heaven Sign「Expansive Energy」
You gather all of the 乾 available to you and prep it.
1, 2, 3.
You radiate it out of you, without enough room to form a complete orb with the proper size. Contrary to expectations the energy does not destroy the white walls and you essentially hurt yourself with your own energy as they bounce back at you with nowhere to go.

Once your 乾 is exhausted you can't really do anything but fall to the ground, tired and having difficulty breathing.

These aren't exactly walls are they?

~Ryan~

You don't know how it happened, but the shards above you disorganized themselves. Thankful for the platform that was supposed to stop you from reaching the forest, you roll on it to break your fall, (which hurts a lot more than you thought it would) and jump off the end to the forest a bit below, brushing off the shards landing on you, lucky that none that touched you had their sharp edges against you.

When you reach the forest floor, (the roll this time you think you're going to need either a masseuse or a doctor to fix) you're quick to hide amongst the foliage. Shou of course is down near you in a heartbeat and when she finds that she lost you is when she really loses it.

Your entire vision starts fading to white as Shou screams. The last thing you see is her screaming figure surrounded by a cyclone of pure red shards.

~Rana~
"Xheskha"
"Yes Rana?"
"You lost the bet."

~Rachael~
To be honest you fell asleep while watching the matches. You feel bad about it. Really, you do. Still, you don't think you deserved Rigel yelling in your ear only to wake up to a sky and arena quickly fading to white. You tried shutting your eyes to block out the brightness, but all you could see was white.

Then you couldn't see anything.

~Jake~

You curse your luck.

You are the worst team in Brinkhaven history.

It just all went downhill the moment Kira decided to fire his gigantic dumbass laser. He decided to destroy the entirety of the giant mushrooms encircling the main tree, which he lit on fire while still standing on it. He unknowingly vaporized Ven and trapped John in a burning room made entirely of wood. Of course he was shot out of the sky as you predicted and then you were left alone with Nex. When you were done with defending yourself (Shooting him between the eyes that is...) you couldn't stand the pain you were in. Considering how your entire team was dead and you were in no fighting condition, you decided to just suicide and be done with it.

Still, it wasn't as painful as you thought it would be. Might have something to do with the fact that a bullet has passed through your head before already. Still, it was pretty embarrassing, if not because of the onslaught of onlookers, then because Rigel was laughing hysterically when you got out of the arena.

Simply the best therapist your ass.

~Lì~

In a whirlwind of action you were dragged out of whatever adventure you had gotten yourself into.

Quite disappointingly so.

From what you can tell, the other team outright commit suicide. It puzzles you why they entered in the first place.

Whatever, you can accept a win by default. The sooner you can win and/or not win this tournament, the sooner you can see whether the prize is what you're looking for even though it probably won't be. Still, it's better than searching the city aimlessly.

Or maybe you're wasting time here when you could be searching the city...

Hmm...

Maybe you should go check on that guy who was out to kill you earlier. Perhaps a little investigation can aid your quest.

You recall the instructions (which you have since lost) took you from a crowded stadium to this nearly empty one. You entered from the crowded stadium, meaning you need to get back to it.

Of course, it doesn't work out how you plan and you give up on trying to keep track of where you've been after the 3rd empty stadium. As you take a step through the next door you notice Ryan is sitting in the stands, which confuses you greatly, but also makes you start thinking up a way to explain to him why entering the tournament was a good idea which it isn't dammit why did you enter in the first place?

Well, it hasn't been a week yet, so you suppose you haven't yet failed.

You begin walking up to him from behind when a patch of gold and black in the stadium catches your eye. You were positive that the only one who wears that weird haircut was Ryan, but apparently one of the competitors in a grassy field has the same hair. Despite it being on a woman, it's pretty much the same length as Ryan's hair. Curious, you move over to the next set of stands, hoping to avoid Ryan for a while and start sliding down the stairs to get a better look. As your abilities can tell you, Ryan noticed you anyway and starts following you. You suppose this was inevitable, but at least you can get a better look at this competitor first.

That was what you thought anyway.

~Ryan~

Your name is Ryan.

You don't know why you came. You know it's a waste of time and it only makes you feel worse, yet every year you come back just to watch. Sometimes she wins, sometimes she loses, but she's so much stronger of a person than you will ever be. Sure, she rips apart space-time, but that's not what makes her strong.

...You left her.
You left her to die.

You sigh, complete with the typical downcast closing of the eyes. When you open them you see Lì running straight towards the arena, which is very bad and why the hell is he even here?

You rush after him. You have to keep him away from Shou at all costs.

He seems to pick up his pace to near sprint down the steps. You call his name out loud enough for you to be sure he heard, but he doesn't stop. Dammit, he's running laps around the entire god-damn arena for this.

He keeps getting closer and closer to the arena. When he finally gets to the barrier surrounding it, he just stops and stares. You're about to grab him and spirit him away out of the place when you notice that she's staring back.

Of course.

And now she's staring into your soul.

Fuuuư͚̻̝͉̺̯͈̯̫̟̹͚͍̐͆ͨ͑ͥͫ̉ͣ̈́ͥ̅ͮͩ͆͛͌̌͘͡u̴̶̸̜̙̞̻̜̪̗͓̬̪̘̖͈͖̾̀̆͊̀ų̺̩̜̤̤̤̞̙͕̟̭͔̯͗͐̍̿͞û͑̅ͮ̍̒̈́̔̈́͑̀̋͋̅͐҉̘̪̮͉̖̬̙̯̤̬̳͔͝ư̅̌̉̉̄̉̌͌ͬ̿̋͂͐ͨ̋̑ͩ͢͡҉̝͎̫͍͓̞̥̜̖̦͚͢ͅư̷̸̦̤͍̩͕̤̤̺̔̒ͤu̾͛ͪ͛͊͐̊ͮ̏̂̈͋̆ͨ̒͛͑̚҉̨̭̼͖͎̜͇̰̱̩͚̮̱̤̹̳̫͟͡ͅų̷̺̰̟̜͙̻̰̲̟̟̻̙̩͋̌ͫ͒̿ͨ̈ͮͬ̃͗́u̴ͪ̎͒ͧ͐̄̋̄ͩ̃̂͆̓ͦ̃ͨ̇ͧ́̚͏҉̭̦͈́u͂͊̔̀̔̊ͥͫ̔̐ͦ́͡҉̳̫̣͓̀u̶̢̪̖̬̱̝͖̫͍̓̓̆̽ͥͩ̈̂ͯͤ̈́ͣͨ́ͬ̑̃̒̕ͅũ̷̗͚̟͚̫̦̼̻͖̠̬̩͓̺̤̤̏̉͆ͯ̔ͯ̔ͤȗ̊͗͊ͦ̉̉ͩ̆̇ͪ̚҉̶̧̛̠̤̮̟͈͉͎͕̭̀u͙̹̜̲̭͓͚̬ͤͧͪ̐̚͢͝͝u̸̢̡̗̻̖̜̞̬̬͉͓̳͇̬̬̜̙̰̘͋̊̐ͫ̍̋́̇͗̔̓̋̈̇̈́ͅų̆̅ͦ̊ͮ͐ͪ̔͂ͩ̌ͩ̚͏̵̧̻͔̣͙̺̮̝͔̦͇͓ų̴̟̲̥͚̣̠͖͇̺͚̖͈͙̟̥̋̿̉ͭ̋̕ͅͅu͌̓͛̈́̎̂͒ͩ̋͂͐̃̚͏̸̢̺͈̥͚̙͎̞̺̬̬̳̤̘̀u̧̖̪̠͇̰̠͉̬͉͓ͫ̑̉ͤͨ̓ͥ̔ͪ̃ͪ̔ͮͤ̇̓̌̒͟͡͝ͅu̓́͊ͫ̒͊͛̂ͦ̑̈͑̅͗̿҉̵͇͚̟̟͈̯̥͈̣ͅͅư̾̇͊̔ͬ̄͑̑̓͛̂͗ͣͣ̅̚̚҉̫̹̹̫̘͓͔͉͚͉̰͘ͅu̓͋̑͂̎͊̀ͫͬͬ͑̇ͧͯ͌ͨ͏̴̣͉̖̼̱̯̩̗̠͇̯̞͢͝u̴̴͚͇̤̳̥͚͍̖͙͓̦͍̟͂̏̄̉͒̔̕u̵̴͕̘̱̜̪ͪ̊̅̾̽̃̃ͪ̌͐̍̀̚͜͢ṳ̴̢͍̟́͆̑̒̊̔̇͗ͭ́̉̀̚̚̚uͬͧͫ͗͒͂̒̍͏̷̡҉̘̻͇̖̬̫̜̝̞̩u̮̩͚̮̣̤ͭ̇̑̐͜͢͞ư̢̰͍̺͎͇͖̣̼͈͈̰̰͕̲̙̲̎̋̂͑̂͗͗͂ͦ͛̚͞u̴̸̶̫̖̜̥̫̳̝̦̅̍̃ͭͣ̐̎̍̐̐̄̈̈́ͪ͢͝ͅͅú̵̢̯̠͇͚͔͔͓͕͐͂̌ͥ͞ų̵̷̰̲̞̰̭̦̝̣͔̟̱̳̪̟ͬ̇̓͌ͫ̒ͦ̋̍ͧ͛̾ͤ̈͑͂̅̈́̿u̧ͩ͊̑̇̐̚͏͔̥̺̠̣͕͚̠͜ͅụ͖͕͉͎̺̻̲̳͍̫̩̼̗̣͎ͧ̌̃̏͂ͯͫ̒͑ͩͬ̌̈́̓͘͘͢ͅũͪ͊͑͗͗̑̾̚̚҉͏̟̘̭͎̬͈̲̻̗ų̸̲̲͍͔͎̱̮ͭ͛͑ͧ̑̅́́u͂ͧ̄͐̈ͪ̈́̑ͩ̉ͭͩͭͦ҉͏̶͜҉̯̠̤̝̖͍̲̩̬͖̥̹̜̫͈̪͕̗ͅūͦ́ͦ̔ͤ҉̵̧̛̛͖̠͈͙̤u̷̶̢ͫ͆̒̆ͤ̎ͤ̌ͧ͢͏̺̱̙̫͔̥͍̮̩̗͎̹͖͕u̵̧̓ͩ̈ͧͫ̅͏̵̰̮͉͚̭̣͔̝̗u̷̴͗̓ͦ͂ͬ̾ͭ̾̾͘͏̭̹̠uͬͩ̐ͩ̎̈́ͫ̕͏̸̥̥̪̦̠͔̩͎̞̲̟̘̝̯̼̗̰̻ͅu̵̡̗̪̤̣͔̪̤̙͍͍̳̥̮͌̈́ͨ̎ͪ̓͌ͭ̽ͭ̀̓ͫͮͥ̇̔͒ù̴̧̦̥͚͈̞̫͖̱̝̩̠̫̹͈͓͖͂ͦ̀̏̌̂̾̒̑͢͝u̷̗̻̭̰̤͖̱̞̟̺̥͖̫̝̹͎͐ͯ̃ͫ̕u̖͈͕̙̱̺̟̗̻͈̹͕̯ͩ̇̾̄͛ͧ̏̿͂̋ͪ͋̆̾̂̆ͯ͑́́u̧̨̜̺̩̗̙͖̺̰͌͊̊̇ͦ̓́̉͗̆ͧ̒̓̈́̒̊̔̚u̸̷̻̟͚͚̤̫̰̗̪̗̹̼̭̖͍͍̔̅ͮ̑͗̃̆̎͐̆̌̌͘̕͜ų̘̩̼̘̱̻͓̙ͥ͑̎ͧ̀̍̄̄̓ͮͣ͠u̸̪̫̳͕̬͙͕̱̜͇̫̺̯͇̹͇͖ͯ̓̌̐ͩ̓̈́͒̒͊ͧ̈͜͜ü̵̜̝̟̳͚̠͎̦͓̼͓̠̞͚̇̊͐̊͒̉̓u̸̶̶̥̣̘͕̥̟̺͕̘̺̝͚̞̱̪͎̣̻̝͆̅̂̒̓̒ͨ̑̚u̴̶̢̼̮̥̞͔̗ͤ͊ͩ̎̎̎̑͢u̴͓͍̼̞̦̜̯̦̱̼̹̺̮͎̼͚̬͖͗͗̔̍̈́́ͅu̗̯̜̩͖̦̲̫̦̳̙̮̱̞͋̾̎ͫ̑͂̇͛̍͢u̶̡̡̧̨͎͍̫͈̮͈̮̖̟͕̤̗͚̞̞͕̮ͯ̀ͧͩ̑̾̌ͨͮͪͭͪ͊ų̴̥̘̙̩̞̭̍̽̃ͮ̑ͨ̋̂͗̿ͩͩ͆ͅu͚͎̫̞̠̠̪̹̰̭ͤ͂͌̒̓ͫ͜͟u͉̮̩̮̦͙̟͇͖̞͕̺̬̰̐ͪ̑̆̈ͧ̑́͢͞ü̸̬͎̱̗̟̟͍̜̘͎̘͉̣̱̥̬̼̤͑̃̋͊ͤͭͩ́ͥͩ̾̍͛̾̆̄́͢͢͝u̶ͣ̓ͥͤ̐̇̽̔̾͐ͭͮ͞͏̛̩͕̩̝̱̲͖̞̘̥̼̰̬͔͞ṳ̴̢̱͇̝̟̦̝̥̱̮ͯ̄̑̆̂ù̷͍̯̻̰̬̟̩̣͔͐̄ͦ̓ͦ̌͊̏ͮ̀͜͝u̶̜͍̙̫͖͎̯̤̼̝͙̯ͩ̂̓̃ͮͣ̃́ͅư̥̝̪̭̝̩̫̼͍̳͔̪͍͍̙̓̈͌͗̎ͩ̇̎̑͊ͦ͆̀͘͠ų̵̡͉̟̯̘̘̯͔̩͕͈̙̅̒ͭ̅͊ͬ̊̈̊ͬ͗͂ͭͩͨ̀͠u̷̶̩̻̺̩̖͖̟̣ͦ͑̃ͥ͞ư̡̳̩̬͍̥̪̪ͩ̀ͤ̉̓ͥ̌ͩ͛̔̚̚ũ̸̧͕͔͍̫͍̰̣̪̟͖̙ͨ̅̄͆̀̌̋̋̅͗̐͐ͨ̒̎̀ͦ̀̀̕ͅuͣ̀̍͛͟͏̪͖̥̤̞̖̞u̳̝̠̜̼̭̩̥̪̳̬̘̱͕̼͔̻͊̿̉̋̕͠ͅͅü̒̉͆ͫ̌̊̅̈̊͐͒̄҉̵̦̭͎̰͙̗͈̪͉̙͉̻͚̗̰̪̘͍ū̔̒̏̋͊̀̓̇̈ͭ̔̽̕҉̨̜͓̼͈̜͎̀͝ͅu̶͈͖̣̩͚̗̼̫̪̥̞̝͚͚̟͓͐ͭ̌͑̾ͣ͐̍ͩ̿̅̿̇͒ͬ̓̐ͪ̚͘ǔ̸͚̯̟̙͕͇͎͖̇̄̾̓ͥ̏͐̆̿̓ͪͭͦ̓ͨ͌̔ͥ́͘͟͡ŭ̞͎̦̮ͦ̽ͪ̇ͯͯ͆ͨͭ͟͠u̮͚̜͉͔̝̦̜͓̤̩̱͐̊͋ͥ̾̊͗̔́͒͗̿͊ͨ͒̚̚͜u̘̮̟͗ͪ̒͗̃͛ͬ̊ͤͬ̀͘͟͞͡u̒̋̃́̒̌ͭ͘͟҉̜̝̼̺̤̟͖̦̝̬̜̘̟û̵̗̩̳̯ͦͦͣ͡͡ͅu̴̷̡͙͓̫̬̲̫͇͙͙̝͇̺̞̝̒̾̔͗̿̒͊̾͐͆̽̑͌͟͞û͑͒̓ͧ̍͐ͫ̒͒́̕͜͡͏̼̰̙̪̲̳̹̖̺ụ̶̳̺̭͈̤̝͉͍͍̱̬͓͕͙͍͓̊̐ͥ̊̾́u̮͈͕͓̞̲̖̜̜̮̹̳̙̇̆̏ͪͥ̔͂̊͂̓ͤ̍͋͒ͭ̚̕͜͞uͥ̓̌̉̌̄ͦ̽͠҉͇͍͇͍͖̩͓̲̲̲̪̬̖̙̕͡ũͣ͂ͭ͋ͣ̋̈́̆ͫ̃͋͒ͯ͘͏̼̘̻̳̖̫͎͖͉̤u̧̧̩̦̲̫̞̹̩̬̼̘͇̓̌̅̍̍̋ͤ̓̀̀̚ͅǔ͊͗͗̅͑͐ͩ̂͊̏ͫ̆̓͗͂̚̚̚҉̶̶̢̤̟̥̫͉̰̻̦͉͎͡ͅü̸͙͇̥̞̣͚̯̖̜̜͛̄̓ͨ͑̇̔̽͑̆̇ų̶̷͍̩̘̰͗̑ͣͩ̒͗̈̉͞ų̸̡̘̫̱̜̟͎͕͙̘̮̠̱͔̫̗͉̜̞͓ͧ͒̈́̇̌ͥ̄ͮ̏͋̓̾͐̄̉͜u̼͙̟̭̤̝͆̾̋́̽͒̉̽ͤ͢͝u͌̾͊̍̈́ͭ̀̄҉̡͝͏̝̝̠̯͕̱͞ǔ̴̲͚̞̟͖̝̲͐͒ͪ̾ͩ̄̄̉̌͊̍̓̈́͟ụ̸̞̭̤̲̹̪̘̖͍̹͕̱̤͙̮̣̜̌͑̋̽̅ͯ̀ͅŭ̧͙̙̦̬̳̯͓̝͈̲̬̰̝̺͕̰ͬ̂͊͐ͤ̊̊̍̚ͅu̸̢̡͍͕̪̻̹̩̬̲̯ͣ̉̽̒ͫͩͣ̇͑̅͑͊̉ͭ͆̏̅͢͡ũ̂̌ͭ̀̅ͮ͋͟҉̹̫̙͍̥̣̝̘͚͖͓̜̝̺̩̝̱̲u̧͖̰̤̪̘͇͉͔̱͙̩̥ͤͣͧ̊̓ͧ͐ͫͧ͘͠͝ū̽̾̿̀͛̈́͘҉͍̬̲̟̠̣͎͢͡ų̨̬̪͕̞̣̀̑ͬ̽̐ͥ́ͭ̀ͮ̊̅̾̋̄͒̂͑̀͟͠ụ̸̶̧̞̩̭̲̹̭̿͛͗̈́̃̀u̵̧̘̣̖̪̹͍̜̣̰̩̥̰͔̾̎̄̒ͣ͗͆͋̎͌ͫ̄ͯ̏͌͗̉̚̚͘͢͝



You never finish the thought because too soon you're pulling Lì out of the way of the sharpest projectiles known to man.

Ripped straight through the unbreakable barrier they set up for these things. After all, nothing can stop reality.

You can plainly see that Shou has grown agitated at your presence.

Very agitated.

So agitated in fact that you fear for Lì's life. Not your life, no, that's just not your style. Still, things are going to get really bad.

Like, damn. You don't think she would kill everyone on the island, but she has changed ever since... you left her...

~Shou~

You were a good girl.

You marched on, rolled with the punches and kept yourself sane through everything. You built a bridge and got over it. You stopped caring. You became the unholy menace amongst your peers and the most potent offensive force Iradia had available to her, yet here you are. Breaking down again over the same damn thing.

IF HEAVEN AND EARTH COMBINED, IF HELL FROZE OVER AND THE GODS UNLEASHED ARMAGEDDON IT WOULD NOT BE ENOUGH TO SAVE HIM FROM YOUR WRATH.

You start to pull.

Simply pull. You rip, you shred, you pour all of your hatred and all of your anger into the simple gathering of reality around you.

BRINKHAVEN SHALL TAKE NOTICE OF YOUR WRATH.

No barrier can hold you. You make a way through in moments.

You start ripping, creating a path upward toward that worthless ass. No one can follow. You've ripped up most of the arena into shards by now, along with the space around all of Derika, working your way inward. He will not escape this time.

"RYAN!"

When you actually get to the window out of the barrier you've created, he's already fleeing, dragging a boy with a strange hat along with him.

He won't get away.

You launch a stream of shards at him. He evades with a ridiculous roll to the side, tossing the kid forward and letting the shards shred up the stands instead. Well, he didn't get rusty at least. Wouldn't be as satisfying if he died so fast. You're probably going to have to trap him first. Accordingly, you start ripping where he stands. But of course, he's dodging into another arena and you follow with a cloud of death on your heels.

You begin ripping the area surrounding the bottom arena. He will not escape. It is going to happen. He will die, and nothing is going to stop you!

At best you'll let Iradia keep him around so you can have something to take your anger out on. Either way he's not going to survive. There is no god damn way.

Quote from Mattie_

((I've waited long enough haha, and now it finally begins.))
((I did recommend that Haley enter the suit. Well, it's still possible for Edonis to save her. ))

[Jake]

He nods in response, saying "I can make it." Jake reaches into the bag and withdraws

Moments later, an announcement sounds throughout the Preparation rooms. "May the odds be never in your favor!"
On the glass partition that everyone thought were doors but actually weren't, a large holographic 10 appears. The number counts down from 10 and when it hits 1, every participant is teleported onto the other side of the partition, their position relative to were they were in the preparation room.

Before the timer even runs out, Jake activates 2 of his 10 explosives and sets them to detonate 2 seconds after the countdown ends. Each explosive was a 1 inch cube with merely a timer on one face. at exactly zero seconds, Jake teleports Vance on top of the mountain and then himself to the other side of the arena. Positioning the teleport to place him in the air so he can see better, Jake appears 100 feet in the air and 20 feet to the right of the enemy team. The moment Jake recognizes his opponents, he teleports the two cubes in the midst of the group. They detonate. The moment after detonation, Jake teleports to the top of the mountain to assist Vance in mounting a bird if he needed the assistance.

(The cubes appear 6 feet off the ground, each one spaced about evenly between the five figures. Each creates an explosion with a 15 foot radius, and are most certainly lethal.)

[Edonis]

"May the odds be never in your favor!"

10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

My team is suddenly teleported into the area outside the partition, just how we were positioned in the preparation room.

Just a second later, I sense a large mass of metal up to my right. That must be the teleporter.

Two seconds after the start, I sense two more metal objects, right between us. I immediately try to protect the most vulnerable of our team, Haley, from this foreign object, most likely some sort of explosive. I directed my second suit which I had offered to Haley, which she had not yet entered, to spread out and wrap around her, hopefully shielding her from whatever those objects were.

Three seconds from the start and both objects that appeared detonated, creating a fiery explosion that engulfed our group entirely. The figure above vanishes the moment their explosives go off as well. Dust and dirt from the explosion fly into my suit and I completely seal up the front to prevent anymore from entering. I wait a few seconds before reopening and rushing to check over Haley.

---

[Vance]

Zero seconds in, Jake teleports Vance onto the bir-- no wait, the mountain. Jake then releases two explosives and returns to the top next to Vance. As the dust cloud settled, Vance notices David's rather noticeable figure jump clear of the cloud and survey the area.

"Think you got any of them? And could you drop me on one of those birds now, they look pretty nice. Since you did just ditch me on the mountain instead of ditching me onto of one of those majestic birds soaring above."

Very suddenly, Revi versus 力 may actually become a playable game.

If it does, it'd be a single boss fight, danmaku style.

[Jake]

You head toward Rigel's office. She had to be at the tournament what with being the announcer, but she pretty much forced you to sign up along with 4 of her other patients. It's not as if you were opposed to the idea, but you weren't very comfortable signing up with complete strangers as your partners.

When you finally get there, (unfortunately late) the scene you witness is the worst possible outcome. It basically tells you definitively that all your partners will get you killed. You never expected otherwise, but it's not like it dampens the reality of it.

On one side of the room, on a couch, sits some guy with boyish features covering his ears and looking like he's going to vomit. Directly in front of him stand a female with an uncanny resemblance to Mai Natume and a male who looks and more or less dresses like some sort of unholy spawn of Ragna and Rachel. Would make sense; he looks like a vampire enough. They're yelling at each other tengentially about having sex with cats or something.

On the other side of the room you see someone sitting in the corner ripping out pieces of the plaster wall with blood-stained fingers. He stares into space and never blinks.

Across both sides of the room a somewhat thin man wearing heavily worn clothing (but a perfectly preserved beanie) chases some guy in clothing fit for a warlock, complete with a broomstick in his hands.

You're going to die.

"Can everyone just shut up and calm down!?"

Then they have their eyes on you.

Dammit.

"So, 4 of you guys are my partners, right? We're kind of late for the tournament already, so can we just get going?"

Your right hand had found its way to the back of your neck and your gaze averted to the ceiling. You hope they wouldn't do anything irrational.

[Zweihänder]

Well damn.

Discretely, you whiper to Xiphos "Keep the cat, I'll take the shorts."

[Jake]

Mr. Hellspawn decides to be the one to walk forward. He puts his right arm around you and notice the boy sitting on the couch wince.

"Welcome to the freak club, I'll be your guide." He points with his left hand to the one in the corner with the bloody fingers who hasn't paid any attention to anything you've said. "That there's Nex. He is a legitimate psycho. He decided to underdose his meds today because he says they hold him back." The one who looks like Mai now wears a look of annoyance. He continues, pointing to the one in somewhat damaged clothing now playing with a ball of yarn with pupils too big to be human. "Catboy over there apparently went feral and keeps running away before Rigel has a chance to fix him properly. He hasn't responded to a word since I got here." He continues, pointing at the warlock. "That's Kira. Compulsive thief who hates reality." Kira makes a face clearly broadcasting that he disagrees. Mr. Hellspawn continues to the girl. "The bane of my existence, Xiphos. I'd get the restraining order now, not later." And finally, pointing to the boy on the couch. "That's... John."
The lack of descriptiveness now has you curious.

[Zwehänder]

"And finally, I'm Zweihänder"
Your proximity suddenly becomes glaringly obvious, and you feel you should back off or something, but you suddenly find yourself lost in those green eyes. Damn.

[Jake]

Zwehänder strikes you as an odd name, but more poignantly, his proximity is starting to make you uncomfortable. As if on cue, an awkward silence falls down. You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, but you are positive he is staring at you. You clear your throat.

"So we're supposed to enter the tournament, right? Why are there 7 people here? Tournament teams only have 5 members."

Zwehänder just laughs.

"What if I told you I'm not actually human?"

The way he looks at you makes you a little uncomfortable.

It's at this point that Xiphos steps forward, grabs Zweihänder by the shoulder and literally throws him over her shoulder, out the window.

"Don't mind him. Anyway, me and him are John's familiars-his gift basically."

That explains how both of them have red eyes at least. Out the window you see Zweihänder rectify himself in midair and start to slowly float back to the gaping hole in Rachael's office. Eyeing the shards of glass on the floor, you conclude that you do not envy whoever has to clean this mess up.

"Well that sounds fine and dandy I guess. I can see the looks on the faces of our opponents when they see we have a team of 7."

Zweihänder reenters the room and places himself excessively close to you and Xiphos. He takes a deep breath, then turns to look at Xiphos with those marvelously freakish red eyes before muttering two words you barely hear.

"You hoe."

Registration:

Name/Team/Registered weapons/ability type

Shou/The Maidens of Death/A spear that looks old/Dimensional
Yuuka/The Maidens of Death/A large flower in the shape of a parasol, (fully functional and particularly sturdy) a bag of sunflower seeds that, contrary to labeling, are unsalted/Elemental
Medicine/The Maidens of Death/None/Physical
Parsee/The Maidens of Death/None/Mental
Hina/The Maidens of Death/None/Unaligned

Yuugen/Team Potato Power/5 large, floating eyes (???)/Elemental
Nagi/Team Potato Power/Countless knives hidden in clothes, gave up counting after 50, a small, discrete bottle of chloroform wrapped in a rag/Mental

???/The Rightful Rulers of Derika/None/Dimensional
Eliza/The Rightful Rulers of Derika/A plant that appears parasitic/Elemental
Valen/The Rightful Rulers of Derika/2 pistols, 2 additional clips, 3 grenades, a military knife./Physical
S/PDF/The Rightful Rulers of Derika/None/Mental
Orion/The Rightful Rulers of Derika/A pocketwatch music box, a Violin (with bow)/Unaligned

Miina/Giraffes Raining From the Sky/A plastic wand with a star in a crescent moon at the end/Dimensional
Mimmy/Giraffes Raining From the Sky/A gundam suit of some sort/Elemental
Mivrana/Giraffes Raining From the Sky/A sake dish, a smoking pipe/Physical
Nya/Giraffes Raining From the Sky/A Bow, a large flying mechanical snake with wings/Mental
Murasa/Giraffes Raining From the Sky/A large anchor/Unaligned

Jake/Simply the Worst Patients There Are/ 2 pistols, 4 additional clips/Dimensional
Kira/Simply the Worst Patients There Are/A broomstick/Elemental
Ven/Simply the Worst Patients There Are/None/Physical
Nex/Simply the Worst Patients There Are/Pockets have hair in them/Mental
John/Simply the Worst Patients There Are/None, but has two familiars/Unaligned

Rowen/Team Main Character/Wears a pocketwatch music box and a black pendant, third object left undisclosed from tournament records at request/Dimensional
Alias/Team Main Character/Several small pouches filled with a variety of substances, primarily gunpowder/Elemental
Byakuren/Team Main Character/2 ends of a scroll indeterminately connected with no parchment/Physical
Ivory/Team Main Character/A Maverick of odd design/Mental
Lesia/Team Main Character/A large crucifix, a nintendo 3DS (with 2 GB SD card and the game Bravely Default)/Unaligned

[Rigel] "Welcome one and all to the annual Brinkhaven tournament! Once again, this is a 5 on 5 death-match! The winning team will receive the great and wondrous mystery prize! Since this is for sport, any and all wounds received during these fights will be healed by the queen of Brinkhaven herself! It's a chance to showcase your talents in combat!

Now then, on to the first match! Team Table-flip versus team Extra Talented Gifted!"

Enormous screens light up on the top ends of the stadium showing five members on each team, complete with a picture of each one.


"Would the ten participants on the screens please report to the preparation rooms, your match is about to begin."

Quote from Ronin_Ezekiel

[Sky]

"All right, then," I said to Vilks. "I am a sword-wielding prodigy, to the point of mastery. That's why I have..." I said, unsheathing my claymore, the blade gleaming in the light. "This."


[Lionel]

==>Drop to knees
==>Weep

Lionel neither drops to his knees, nor weeps, but says “That is the most beautiful claymore I have ever seen in my life... Where did you get her? Does she have a name?” He doesn't take his eyes off of the sword as he speaks in a awestruck voice.

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[Cabar]

The walk to the factions street was almost enjoyable, you managed to steal 10 dollars off some guys after reaching through the fabric of his bag and pulling it out. The money is spent on a pack of writing utensils for the notebook you got back once you were released. The shopkeeper at the store waves you goodbye as you exit, just a block away from the factions. The plastic box holding the assorted pens was too strong for you to open at the time, so you leave it in your bag and walk onward. You arrive at the Elemental building, not too crowded, and plenty of food left at the tables. You read somewhere that there would be 32 teams of 5, and you could already count more than a fifth of that standing by the food tables. Obviously some of them were here solely for the free food.

Cabar -> Zack

k Im here what do you look like theres too many people here moving around and stuff

[Vance]

Vance paid more attention to the conversations of people entering and exiting the bakery than the conversation going on, although no one could tell. Deemas and Zoey, one of the subjects he bothered listening in on more intently than the others, left for the Elemental faction building as he heard. This prompted his next comment to interrupt Fabian and Nariko.

"As long as he's willing to participate, all's good. Also, we have the faction's teambuilding event going on, shall we all attend?"


{Fabian}

“No, we should begin training immediately. I’m looking forward to working with the four of you.” Fabian says as he rises to his feet and steps out of the booth. Jake blushes. “Hello Christophe. You, me, Nariko, Jake, and Vance have been put together as a team. I’m eager to get started.” Fabian says with his usual charm.

[Jake]
Senpai noticed me! He is looking forward to working with me!
Jake says with an uncharacteristically faltering voice “I-I can teleport us to a faction! If, you think that’s a good idea...”


[Zack]

Zack -> Cabar

what took you so long! im wearing a white wifebeater and blue shorts

Zack scowls and punches the send button. He felt like he had been waiting for hours for his team to arrive.


[Liam]

Liam stiffens as he hears Kira’s words. Live here?! I... guess she has to. I mean, I don't know where else she would go.


[Jordan]

ProjectEightBall -> John, Jiol, Jordan, Morgan - Greetings. Are there any plans for a training session, or any form of meeting before the tournament?

Jordan -> ProjectEightBall, John, Jiol, Morgan
...All factions appear to be hosting an event to encourage team building for the tournament. It would be best to... take advantage of this while we can... Where shall we meet..?

((Bored enough I'm willing to do this while waiting for Killer to post. :P))
((also, Greta likes playing with fire. Plus Killer just wanted to have Kira tortured soooooo I let him do that))

~Greta~

Where is he.
"Willams?" She called, looking over her shoulder. A teenager, maybe 18, with curly brown hair and green eyes stepped out of the shadows toward her. "Oh good, there you are. I need you to go on a job with one of my acquaintances; he's in the back, presumably freeing Kira, or being killed by her, although that would likely be louder." Greta told him.
"Who am I tracking now?" He answered, eyes narrowing.
"Remeber that girl that Jacobson dragged in a few months back? Her."
".....Right. And this mysterious 'acquaintance' and Kira are following me, I guess?" He asked, an edge to his voice. "Yes. Now get back there." Greta snapped, leaning on her desk again.
"Fine." He replied calmly, withdrawing into the shadows again. He walked back toward the room where Kira had been contained, and upon hearing a strange man call out to Grayson, he responded instead. "I'm not Grayson, but that sounds fine. The sooner she's ready, the sooner we can go, and get this over with." He muttered.

((good i was starting to plan to kill Issac : D ))


“A poison rose? No, shes far worse than that. Shes a demon, and Greta wasn’t exaggerating she will literally rip your heart out.” He leads you to a room hidden in the back with a heavy steel door as he unlocks it he pauses for a moment and turns to you, “Remember shes not human, its all an act and if you fall for it she'll kill you before you can blink. You can't see her as a person, shes a demon just waiting to drag you down to the depths of hell. You cant drop your guard she makes the worst thing you've done look like petting kittens.” As he opens it all you can hear is muffled whimpering, a shaking chain, and something dripping. In horror you notice the bloody form of a young woman kneeling in the center of the room. Her arms are wrapped in razor wire bound in reverse prayer, you think you can see bone in several places but the amount of infection makes it hard to tell, the amount of bruising at her shoulders tells you both of her arms are dislocated, and rather than using shackles her wrists have been bolted together. At first you think shes bent over out of pure pain but then you notice the chain, anchored between her legs it enters her chest at the notch just below her throat loops around her sternum, the last link of the chain has been welded to the first full link at the top of the chest. You notice the iv line pumping something into her, whatever it is you’re sure it isn’t for her benefit. Shes been gagged, blind folded, and deafened by earmuffs, for a moment you wonder which is worse, the constant pain, or the complete lack of awareness of her surroundings. As you notice the amount of dried blood on the floor and the rotting remains of her clothing you begin to wonder just how long shes been kept like this. For a brief moment you wonder how it must have felt to have this done, the sheer terror of never knowing when its going to stop, you can see why he was so insistent with his warning. Grayson hands you a toolbox, “You'll need this to get her out of the restraints....Oh, and I recommend taking the iv out last.” Before he leaves he first delivers a swift kick to her side that connects with a gut wrenching crack, the impact causes the chain to start pouring blood, “That was for Chris you [expletive deleted]. There’s clothing for her on the shelf by the door. I don’t want to be anywhere near her once shes free.” And with that he leaves going off to do whatever it was he was doing before.

~Silvira~

Could never hate me?
Going to be fine....
Stronger...
She just listened to Liam's voice, rising like one in a trance to follow him. Her wings bent under the blanket, folding along her back, her backpack pressed down by her wings. The pain in her one wing was getting worse. She pulled herself closer to Liam as they walked, trying to use him to shield herself from the stares of the other people on the street, probably wondering what a respectable-looking young man like Liam was doing, leading such a bedraggled girl through the streets. She clung to Liam, just like she clung to the shreds of memories she had left from before she'd gotten entangled in the horror of the Underground.

~Greta~

"Yes, yes.. Jacob, you can let Issac be. And close the gøddamn door." A feminine voice snapped from a back room, and Greta swept out of a back room, giving the thug a glare. He stepped back hurriedly, dropping his gun down to his side and walking over to close the door. He slammed it on accident, and Greta gave him another glare. "Clumsy son of a b!tch." she growled, sitting down at her desk and leaning forward, beckoning Issac closer. "So, what we've been working on is this." She said, getting straight to the point. She set a small black case on the desk, opening it and displaying it to Issac. In the case were inhalers. "This is it. Inhalers, like used for asthmatics. The Rapture is in a pocket inside." She said shortly, setting the inhaler down in front of Issac, before pulling another out and setting it down as well. "For whoever "Hannah" is." She said with the faintest hint of a smirk.
"So, any questions?"

((Please have Issac stick around so she can set him on Silvira :)))
((going to bed now, sorry i couldn't post Amber, mom is telling me to get off. I'll post with her in the morning. And Greta too, again))
((goodnight))