Fandom Hunter x Hunter: A New Journey (no longer accepting)

[MoltenLightning]

//Carina Lunek\\

TL; DR: Carina gets into a fight on her way to the first class cars, neutralizes the threat, realizes that people are going nuts over at the first class cars, and decides to just skip over the whole 'crowd' part by literally vaulting over it. She just barely makes it to a seat, but she still seems unfazed. As usual...

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Amidst all the waiting, Carina had sat indifferently. Not quite patiently, as she had no real 'patience' to speak of. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. The concept of patience had kind of eluded her, so she decided against really considering it to be a thing in her mind.

Ah, there it was. Something new, some kind of train it sounded like. The new stimulus she had been waiting for, although she was a little surprised to find a train starting the whole event off. She grimaced a little as her ears rang when the voice roared out, although it appeared to be a temporary pain. She could deal with that. As she recovered her hearing, she listened to the strange man atop the cart with slightly piqued interest.

She even began making her way a little closer to the train, having a slight feeling in her gut that they would have to board. And she was not one to delay in matters of importance. Seeing others with the same intentions, she felt her nerves steel themselves. This would prove her better than most, correct? Then it would be done.

Her determination set in stone, she now had her eyes trained on the carts as the man finally shouted one last, shrill time. Ignoring him for the most part, she felt her resolve come to full fruition as the doors sprang open. Immediately, she noted the other people claw their way toward the train. Ah, so it would be a challenge... That was... Understandable, she reasoned.

Pulling on one of the poles in her pack, she finally unsheathed her favorite weapon. Her personal, favored Stop Sign, complete with dents from previous combat situations. She was quite fond of it, and had considered giving it a nickname on multiple occasions; however, no name seemed fitting. Seeing as this was the case, she just stuck with SS. That sufficed, for now.

The weight of the weapon was well-known and welcomed in her grip, the metal familiar to her hands. She even smiled. Just a little. It'd been a tad too long since she'd held it, so she was a small bit thrilled to have it occupy her grasp once more. She gave a side glance at those who now stared at her, but disregarded them. Feeling a sudden small elation, she made her way through the crowd and toward the front carts of the train.

People gave her a look of weariness and confusion as she passed, and a few even tried to ambush her as she got closer to her destination. There were about... Three of them? They all looked pretty harmless. Carina didn't turn to face them as they 'snuck' up on her. They were uncoordinated, it appeared, and didn't seem to be cooperating well. If she focused on individuals, then... They wouldn't be too difficult to take care of. One of them got about ready to pounce, but the girl was ready.

She immediately stopped, turned, slammed a foot on top of one of the man's feet, and smashed the sign full-force into his jaw. He cried out in distress, then fell. His foot was stuck under her foot, however, and as he nearly hit the ground, a sickening crack came from his now broken foot; he howled in even further agony, recoiling from her immediately. His two 'friends' tried rushing her as she hit their comrade, but she swiftly responded with a sweeping arch aiming for their heads. One was hit, hard, but the other narrowly dodged. The one who was smacked fell, pained, to the floor. The one unscathed had little time to remain that way. Already, her sign was on a return 'trip' toward the standing guy's legs; the speed left almost no time for the guy to react.

He was quick, but not quick enough. It caught the bottom of his foot just right, making him fall. Hastily, Carina rammed the bottom end of the pole into the head of the guy, knocking his head into the ground so as to dissuade him from engaging her further. Withdrawing the sign for his face, she now stood over the three of them, her Stop Sign held unintentionally menacingly. Her face was unamused, at most. They all cowered, but Carina only turned again and made her way to the cart as she had originally intended.

She was nearly there, when she spotted a large scuffle in front of two of the first carts. The people involved appeared to be the 'tougher' people of the trial she had been warned about. They all looked like they could take her on in a fight, so she instead wished to avoid whatever contact she could. That would be the most sure way of making it into the cart, after all. Inspecting possible routes of entrance, she hung back from the crowd to promptly find out what she wished to do. Her mind sifted through the different signs she had, and she got an idea.

Approaching the violent conflict, she 'holstered' the Stop Sign she had just been holding and drew out a 'Yield' Sign. This one looked new, and much less 'used' than the Stop Sign. She stayed on the edges of the swarm of competitors, avoiding a few stray hits the best she could. She got slapped a few times, body slammed too. She greeted the ground a few more times than she would have liked, but still got back up and tried dusting off the grime.

Despite these 'attacks', they didn't see her as a threat yet, so their attention strayed back to their goal. She made no moves to get into the cart, so she had yet to provoke an attack on herself (besides the accidental ones). All around the cart, bodies were being thrown and people were being pulled back constantly, and then repeatedly punched or just straight up killed. It was a large crowd of chaos that would not be easy to go through...

Carina's eyes watched the crowd diligently, feeling her muscles tense at every possible opening. Then, the perfect moment revealed itself. One person had knocked down another, and they were punching the other while on the ground. Some were distracted, and cheering them on. With little hesitation, the girl started sprinting forward. Other competitors became aware of her, quite suddenly, but it was too late. As some jumped up in surprise, she had slammed the end of the pole into the ground. It stuck, bent, and Carina's body was suddenly flung into the air at rapid speeds in the direction of the cart's door. She soared over the crowd, sign in hand, and dared those who got in her way to endure the gnarly airborne kick she was perfectly capable of giving. Landing right in the entrance of the car, her legs reflexively sprang her away from the entrance to avoid the hits suddenly and intently aimed for her.

Thankfully, though, the desperate scramble of people still appeared to be distracting everyone, and so she set her eyes on a seat in the general vicinity and lunged for it. She had tackled the seat right before someone attempted to grab her, but seated herself just in time to avoid their grasp. Carina had made it; she took a moment to catch her breath and calm her hasty heart. That was... Something... Her breathing settled and she was back to her usual self. Uninterested. Only moments after she had gotten her own seat, others made their way in at a rapid rate. And, just like that, first class was filled.

Oh. She got here just in time? Huh... Her eyes glanced back out into the original room, which a plethora of people still occupied. Were they just going to wait..? Hmm... They should go while they still have a chance...

@No-one

 

[Jade Emperor]

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[div class=1]Blake [/div]
[div class=interbox]Interacting with/Mentioned: Life. Castello [/div] [div class=locbox]Location: 2nd Cart[/div]

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"Ah . . . I understand." he said with a small smile. She wanted to help others, but there was a flaw in her logic that even she understood, she wanted admiration for that help she gave. Greed, it was greedy at that point. Such a sin on someone so holy . . . But she was human, right? She had flaws as humans did, regardless of how much of faith she had. Was that so wrong? To be flawed? Blake instantly bit his tongue, shaking his head. Since when did he have thoughts like that? Going against the very teachings he'd been raised under? He couldn't do that, he had sinned yes but this was on another level entirely. If he kept having these thoughts, he wouldn't be able to see his father after death, in the holy lands of Spriggan. But he couldn't exactly claim himself as holy, he himself was here for a selfish reason. Every night when he prayed to Natak, he'd say he was here to help his kingdom, his people, but never once did he mention his Uncle, who he wanted to kill. Killing was wrong, it was against the 12 Principles of Rabbah, but . . . But his Uncle, he wanted him dead. He wanted to kill him with his own hands, he wanted to hold his heart in his hands and crush it. Would it bring his father back? No. Would it make his kingdom accept him again? Absolutely not, probably the opposite. But the hate he felt, the absolute unmoving sense of loathing he had for that man, he absolutely abhorred him, less than god, less than human, less than slave . . . He was worthless. The text of Rabbah said that all lives had meaning. But not his Uncles, his Uncle was the absolute embodiment of disgust and distaste. He was not someone to reason with or to kill, his Uncle- No, he couldn't even consider him family at this point. Aincard deserved no mercy, no pity, no help. What he deserved was death, of in itself was merciful as Blake would rather have him tortured. "Well, you're right on the selfish thoughts of those in this subway station, regardless of what one might say, there is always selfish intent behind it. Money, Fame, Power, all things a Hunter has, and more. And those are all things we want. And you want my name?" he was hesitant in giving her his name, seeing as he was still unsure of if he could trust her. She was a woman of faith no doubt, but even then, only last week had he almost been assassinated by a Pastor, who said she was a different case? But before he had a chance to answer, he could hear the whistle of the train getting louder . . . And louder . . . No way was he imagining it this time. That was real. "Good god . . . This is madness." he muttered to himself. He knew the exams were crazy but to go as far as put a train in somewhere as fragile as this abandoned subway station? That was borderline mental. But truth be told . . . The Train came stumbling in as if everything was normal.

After listening to their patron, he smiled at the Priestess, and bowed, taking her hand and kissing it in a rather royal manner. "Well, it was nice meeting you young lilac of faith, but alas I must go. The Exams are starting, hopefully I see you when we this is all over. But until then, Au revoir mon amour~" Blake turned around then, and disappeared into the crowd of people who ravaged their way to the carts. He wouldn't pick one just yet, he'd first analyze everyone, as well as keep an eye on the priestess. He wasn't completely heartless, and who knows, she may be useful in the future. He saw quickly how many of the stronger applicants seemed to enter the first Car . . . But then again, violence reined through every cart. He made his way to what he saw to be a more middle class "civil" cart but was quickly mistaken as he saw one man, with a wooden sword, engaging everyone who dared to step into the cart. "Oh?" he asked, feeling his own competitive nature rile inside of him. He probably shouldn't . . . But that was a wooden sword, how could he not? "Well, well, well . . . Il semble que nous pourrions avoir un problème ici, monsieur." he reached his hand out to the man with the wooden sword. "Nice to meet you."
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[Castello]

Hanzo [Stage 2 NPC]
Hanzo would simply glare at Blake as he offered him his hand. His disposition would not be aggressive however, keeping a firm eye on applicants who stood by watching, waiting for someone to beat him. With a crack of the neck, he would enter a defensive stance with his sword. Around him would be two applicants Blake's age who had been knocked out, bruises filled their body while Hanzo looked hardly tired by this.

"You are misjudging the exams, young boy, these are no game. My friends and I came as cursedly ignorant as you to the exams three years ago and I am the last of them who remains. Your first instinct should be to greet someone with skepticism or aggression, it is the only way you will survive these exams... If your intentions are to challenge me, I will give you the first move, if you cannot beat me, then you have no place here. Your move, young man."

Hanzo would make no move unless provoked, he would wait patiently on Blake's response.
Jade Emperor

Spoiler: Hanzo

Age: 39
Basic Info: A an older man who has taken up a code of strict honor. He seems to have good intentions, though can come off as blunt and cold.
Equipment: Seems to carry two swords, one wooden one and one he keeps under a locked sheath.

 

[Aurum]

Min Lee welcomed the sight of the train with curious eyes and a half smile. Finally, the real thing would really start. He seemed confident and cocky until the aound went way too high, and his sensitive ears screamed in pain. "Motherfu-", he exclaimed, covering his ears with both hands, rage going up his stomach. He would kill this proctor first chance he got.
He listened to the exam's explanation with an angry frown, already in a bad mood. Alright, so they needed to get a seat to pass, right? There would absolutely be a bloodbath.

He saw the girl he was talking to leave, and guessed he should approach the train as well. By the second unearthly screech, everyone started rushing inwards, and he was pushed down, distracted still by the pain in his ears. This had not started in the best of notes and he was starting to get real angry.
He looked up and quickly assesed the situation. The biggest fight seemed to be outside of the first and second wagons. Having travelled in train before, he guessed the prettier wagons were there, and that was why everyone was trying to nab one seat. He turned and frowned more; by the last of the wagons, he could feel something unsettling. And terrible thirst for blood, a chilling treath on his life. Someone problematic was there, and Min Lee quickly decided against approaching him. Never start a fight you can't win!

Like so, he stood up and started avoiding punches and kicks, bodies flying his way and a few idiots with weapons, moving like flowing water between the chaos. His feet drew circles on the ground as he approached the door to the third wagon, his hands by the height of his waist, moving up and down in order to deflect attacks with the least ammount of force possible, using his enemies' strength and momentum against them.
Graceful as a river, he made it to the front of the crowd in a few moments, and noticed someone was blocking the way. He didn't feel like the rest. One of the pretty boys he had noticed earlier seemed to be wanting to make friends with him, and Min Lee couldn't help but sigh, and glare at him.
This man did not look weak. Min could tell he was a though opponent, and from a glance he wasn't sure if he'd be able to beat him easily. However, he couldn't wait until mister be-my-friend decided he was ready to take things seriously, so Min simply took his fighting posture and looked straight at Hanzo.
"Will you let me through, or do we have to do this the hard way?", he asked, his feet planted firmly on the ground and open, his hands taking the shape of the tiger fist, ready to strike.

 

[Jade Emperor]

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[div class=1]Blake [/div]
[div class=interbox]Interacting with/Mentioned: Aurum Castello [/div] [div class=locbox]Location: 2nd Cart[/div]

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"Oh?" He asked, his heartbeat growing in speed. "That s threat?" he asked, the smile on his face growing. This man was confident . . . Good, that meant he could end this quickly, with the right moves of course. He slowly reached for his own blade,before feeling the rush of wind as the girl- er, boy from before, ran in front of him. He immediately snapped out of his trance, and cursed silently inside of his head. This was idiotic. Since when was he someone able to be so easily distracted by a simple bout of blades? This was the hunter exams, there would be powerful people to fight, but this wasn't the time. He quickly began to analyze his, or now their, opponent. Tall, a darker tone to his body, muscular, he was definitely a warrior. If, of course, that wasn't evident enough by the multiple damaged and wounded people around them, most even knocked out. Strong enough to beat all those people, enough Stamina and Endurance to constantly do it without even seeming tired by this point, but also fast enough to stop them all. But if he was that fast, why were there people sitting down? He could see some were panting, some tired, some even wounded. He caught the eye of those who he had guessed had went against him before, they were full of . . . pity. They had all faced his man, they'd survived yes, but they had gotten harmed. He couldn't have that now could he? Only one option then. He needed to go past this man, without getting even the smallest amount of harm put upon his body.

"Oh you are certainly powerful, no doubt." he stated, observing the man more. Two swords, much like him, he was a dual wielder. He held the wooden one, but the other one stayed Sheathed. Most likely iron, which meant he had the chance to kill those around him, but didn't. He was ruthless and cold, but not cold enough to actually harm them? Now that he thought about it, there were no real cut or stab marks on the people around them. A man like him, he was waiting for someone he deemed worthy enough for his blade. Hmm . . . "I'm taking your sword." Blake declared, quickly drawing his own sword, a wooden Rapier, and got into a fighting style. His hand clenched into a fist, and was placed behind his back, the Rapier held upside down and pointed at the man, he had already put his plan into play. "How about this, let's make a deal. When I take your sword, you sit down and stop attacking everyone who enters the Cart." he glanced over to the other fighter beside him, and winked. "Hope yo can keep up. Things are going to be moving pretty fast." There was a small moment of silence, and then a flash, and he was gone. He had jumped forward, in one of his favorite movements, a forward thrust. To the untrained eye, he in fact would seem like a white blur from his clothes. He was strong, but not the strongest. No doubt he most likely wouldn't be able to match this man in physical strength, but when it came to speed, he was astounding. He landed in front of the man, and drew his arm forward, the wooden sword aimed for his shoulder. A test, to see how fast he was, but it was also dangerous. If his calculations were wrong, this man could counter him, and possible put him out.

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[Castello]

Hanzo [Stage 2 NPC]
"I will tell you what I told the boy, young girl... If you want a seat, then you'll have to fight or run past me, I don't really care either way." He would tell Min.

Hanzo would let out a small smile at the coming of another child. This young man and woman were eager, ambitious, almost like him before he challenged the exam those three years ago. He almost forgot how exciting ignorance was, to jump into a conflict without any prior knowledge. It was no way to approach the hunter exam, however, he had to stop these children before they could be severely harmed, or killed by another applicant.

The boy's comment about taking his sword riled him up, his stance quickly changing to a more aggressive one. "I carved this sword myself, from a tree I had grown from a sapling. I will not give it up so easily!"

Hanzo would watch the boy attack, his eyes set on the point of the rapier, it was all that he needed to keep an eye on. The thrust was quick, Hanzo was clearly impressed with the speed and precision but he was confident in a response. With reflexes honed for over twenty years, Hanzo would dodge to the left, taking the opportunity to reach for Blake's sword, trying to get a grasp on it. In doing this, he almost completely forgot about Min Lee, his eyes dead set on Blake and his sword.
Aurum Jade Emperor

 

[Aurum]

Min was ready to charge Hanzo when he heard the rich boy say that piece of absolute bullshit. He looked at him with eyes that clearly spelled 'what the fuck, man?', and turned to Hanzo, almost looking for his confirmation that this dude was crazy. I mean, Min Lee is an asshole from head to toes, but he isn't a stupid one. Why say something as daring as that to an opponent that is clearly stronger than you?
Min Lee could now tell two things about rich boy: one, although he was well trained, he hadn't had many real fights yet. Two, he was inexperienced enough to think that someone next to him won't attack him just because he was engaging another opponent. This only cemented his first idea of the boy -that he was rich, and probably some kind of noble. He thought his code of honor applied to everyone around him, and never stopped to consider what other had gone through.
Still, he had to admit... That was one hell of a sword fighting technique. Min's eyes were accustomed to fights with very strong opponents, and even he had been surprised by his initial speed. Rich boy knew how to move, alright. 'Might as well let those two fight it out', he thought, as he took the opportunity to try to slip by unnoticed, advancing in a way that took full advantage of Hanzo's blind spot. His steps were dynamic and flowed in an unpredictable way, trying to keep Hanzo from grabbing him even if he noticed he was moving.

 

[Jade Emperor]

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[div class=1]Blake [/div]
[div class=interbox]Interacting with/Mentioned: Aurum Castello [/div] [div class=locbox]Location: 2nd Cart[/div]

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Well then . . . He thought to himself, eyes shifting slightly to the man who seemed to be reaching for his sword. He wasn't sure what he expected from the girl- er, boy. He shouldn't have left before, and analyzed how he acted. Rookie mistakes, mistakes he shouldn't be making, he didn't have the luxury to make mistakes. Oh well, always have a plan B after all. He let go of his blade, and let it fall to the ground, toward his feet. At that time, he brought his arm back quickly and stepped back as well, before using his speed to press forward, and aimed a punch at the man's face, unsure of if it hit or not, but that wasn't his intention. But it wasn't one to hit with his actual knuckle, but instead focused on the heavy iron clamp around his wrist, normally for blocking, in this case he'd use it in place of a fist, to close the gap between his strength and the man's. But at the same time, he reached for his sword, and quickly grabbed it before jumping back. He smiled slightly, and shook his head. "Danger Danger~ You should be careful old man." he said with a small laugh. His eyes scanned the area, quickly forming another strategy. This was going to be bad . . .


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[MidnightStar]

#156 -Cilla Welsh
Cilla let out a slight squeal when Sterling agreed to be her partner. "I'm glad you want to team up! I will be your loyal partner until the very end...unless you decide you don't want to be partners... then tell me because I wont be offended!" she says with a laugh. There conversation was interrupted by a train with several cars following behind it. When the train finally stopped she noticed the mad sitting on top of the train. "I want to ride on top of the train." Cilla jokingly pouts. She listens closely to the man as he gives instructions on what to do next. Cilla picked up right away that this still had to be part of the exam, despite all the cars mathematical wise it still wouldn't be able to fit ALL these people. As soon as the proctor released them to get on the train Cilla takes Sterling's arm and guided her towards the cars. "No time to doddle!" she yells over the crowd, still smiling from ear to ear.

The moment had finally come...the exam was finally starting. She was slightly shaking with nerves but tried to hold it so Sterling wouldn't notice. 'You got this, Cilla. You will make your parent proud.' she says to herself. Failing the exam wasn't an option for her if she failed...she couldn't, she had to pass. Cilla's hand involuntarily tightens around Sterling's arm. "Come on let's skip past the first car. That's where everyone is going. The middle cars will be are best bet!" The girl's push there way through the crowd before finally getting to the clearing. At this point there was a decently clear path to the middle cars so Cilla decides to let go of Sterling's arm. "Sorry, I just didn't want to loose you." she says with a smile.

Cilla continues on passing by a fight that was going on but doesn't pay much mind to it. She sees a clearing to car five and thinks it's there chance but she stops quickly several feet away. Several people laid unconscious on the ground. She looks around but doesn't see anyone who could of attacked. "Somethings off, don't you think?" Cilla says looking to see if Sterling had followed her.

With: Sterling Fernturk Cross NPC Castello

 

[Life.]

Hina MoriyaEven when she felt regret in the words she spoke about her true desires, she felt relief to it when the man in front of her agreed with her answer. It was not like she looked down upon people, but she was a human as well. She understood the selfish desires many felt. Why wasn't that how many of the choices of human lives are made? Back at her shrine, these were thoughts that were forbidden to her. As best as she could she needed to dispel such ideas. It was viewed as an impurity to her mind and with even a small impurity how would she function as a vessel for the deities. But now as she stood in this concrete cell of an underground train station, she was free to think as she pleased. It was a new thing to her, so she still felt the need to repress cynical thoughts.

Then came the sound of a loud roar from a train. The ground vibrated underneath her and her eyes moved over to the rails where a train soon covered them. Smoke filled the room for a moment before the many hands of applicants shifted away the smog. And on the very top of the train one could clearly see a man. With a carefree smile, he pulled out a microphone and announced the start of the Hunter Exam, of course with the inclusion of no damage to his train.

As soon as he finished his announcement, Hina saw the man before her taking a bow and respectfully placing a kiss on her hand before taking his leave. The priestess stood there with a slight pout, "My, my. I do hope I get to learn his name at some point. Leaving without a proper introduction, hmph, not the kindest but I shall let it be." Her gut still kept telling her that there was something burdening the young man, but now she'd have to wait and hopefully meet up with him once again if she ever wanted to help him.

With him out of her sight at this point, Hina looked around and saw the crowds filling around the train. Shouts, cries, and yelling could be heard from the desperate voices of the competitors. The first several carts towards the front contained the largest bubble of people, which Hina concluded to hold the better seats of the train. Not wanting to fight too many people, or really anyone at all, she moved her eyes over to the trains farther from the front. It appeared as though some competitors were already taking a hand at the participants that were the essential obstacles. The priestess decided that she'll pick her target of a cart once she's approached them.

Upon approaching the train she could see that one cart closer to the end was a bloodbath. A man that released a frightening vibe stood as guard. His machete coated with the blood of his victims. Hina knew that at some point she'll have to face the man, but she was alone at the moment. Her odds against him were not too high, so her eyes shifted over to another cart where some applicants were trying to enter. The priestess couldn't get a good look at what it was the examinees were fighting, so she smoothly weaved her way through the crowd and instantly felt the color drain from her face when she saw that the very thing that was standing in her way from claiming a seat was a spider. Immediately she pulled out her umbrella, gripping the handle so tightly the umbrella began creaking slightly.

She realized at this point her choices were either the spider or the frightening man. This exam was certainly going to be a bumpy one. But going with her odds, Hina decided to confront her fear and confront the spider. Also the fact that Hina wasn't mentally prepared to hurt another person, but a spider. It will have no mercy from her.

 

[Castello]

Faas Moller
Faas would look to Rag as the train came into the station, sighing at the realization he would have to take industrious transportation. He looked at Rag, almost motioning him towards the train with a smile. "Heh, carry on without me... I will just be a burden for this stage. I hope we get to meet again, Rag." The serene man would offer a smile and a wave.

His eyes would trail onto the train, he had never rode on one before and he was not eager to either. Everything he was taught in NGL was strictly against any form of technology, living life to its most wholesome. The fumes emitted by the train made him nauseous, it almost made him even more sick to his stomach. Pathetic. His thoughts were on himself, grinding his teeth as he pursued the train. Luckily for him, never having seen a train left him nothing to compare this engine-rowing mess to, so this train was the nicest he had ever seen. Other applicants were worried it would derail, but Faas was far more worried if there was anymore technology on board, or even worse, if the train smelt just as bad inside as outside

He entered the train walking passed cars that had been completely filled up, the thought that there might not being any room not phasing him at all, he thought these things could go on forever. Finally, he came across a car that had developed a small crowd, including the young priestess, whose natural looks were definetely a pleasant sight for Faas.

"This is fucking nuts!" One of the other applicants spoke up, turning his back with a shrug. "Ain't no reward worth getting the chomp from a spider, you freaks can have your license, I am getting out of here in one piece!" The man would walk backwards with a hefty grunt, his hands finding his pockets.

Faas would venture forth, standing next to the priestess as he took a good look inside the car. He would see the web strung from the back of the car, to the front. Soon, he would see the small cocoons with small articles of clothing sticking out, victims of the spider that had hopefully suffocated to death or else they would have a painful ending awaiting them. He would whistle slightly, which would catch the attention of the spider that was resting in the centre. In doing this, he could quickly find the owner of the spider who had a small whistle around his neck, likely for controlling the beast.

"Cute spider." He would tell the owner who had taken his seat. Other applicants had found their way to the nearest seats, but had their spines tight against the back in fear of the hulking arachnid.

"A Hunter's Widow." he would examine, squinting his eyes. "A family's friend had a similar breed back home, they are quite a lively pet, easy to train to do a wide range of things, you can bet they can keep intruders out as well." He would turn to the priestess. "I reckon you are not a fan? Don't really blame you ma'am, a bite from this species will send you into one hell of a lucid dream and then a painful death when this critter devours you... Of course, it will only attack if its owner commands, which seems to be the case..." He would say, pointing at one of the spider's cocoons.

Life.

Hanzo [Stage 2 NPC]
At the last second, Hanzo would sight Min Lee rushing past him, he would try and grapple the girlish looking boy, but he would have no success, not if he wanted to give Blake a free punch to his jaw. Instead of engaging Min Lee, he would dedicated himself to dodging Blake's wrist, rotating his body to the side to avoid it at the very last second. This gave Blake the opportunity to retrieve his sword, something he had hoped to confiscate to hinder Blake, but it seemed this effort would be pointless in the end.

The older man would let out a silent chuckle, returning to his stance, these kids were not half bad, Hanzo would think to himself, offering Blake a look of respect. He would enter an aggressive stance, he wanted to make it clear that he was about to attack. He would have no sign of acknowledging Min, but he kept his ears peeled if the boy was planning anything crafty.

"You kids keep getting faster don't you... A shame this old man keeps get slower, isn't it?" He would offer a sigh. "So you have the speed to attack, but are you any good at defending?"

Hanzo would rush towards Blake, holding back his true ability, but even then he was a force to be respected. With his wooden sword he would slice towards Blake right abdomen, the blade would have a good technique to it, but it was nowhere near the fastest strike. At this point, he was testing the young boy.

Jade Emperor Aurum

 

[Aurum]

Min Lee felt Hanzo's hand close to catching him, but he managed to get away. He put all his strength on the next step, making him accelerate forward, hopefully far enough. He stopped and took a look around to spot any empty seats, and after getting the glimpse of one, started rushing that way.
Let the rich boy deal with Hanzo, he didn't really care.

 

[Cross]

Sterling Fernturk


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The train arrived in style. Sterling cringed at the proctor's subpar microphone talents. Quill was an absolute clown, and for that reason, she liked him on sight. There were several cars but even more Hunter applicants wanting seats. Hundreds of people had to be realizing the numbers had to decrease. Any way possible. Sterling ran her thumbs over each handle of her blades. She freed them from their sheaths. Which train car looked like a good fit? Plenty of people scrambled for the first one.

Sterling glanced at Cilla. Any seat was a good seat to Sterling. It looked like things would dissolve into an all-out brawl. For now, Sterling was the knife and Cilla the wielder. She chose to help her and that probably involved kicking out some teeth on both of their behalfs. The first car was out of reach if they wanted to advance together. Sterling instead focused on the business class section.

“Okay, okay,” Sterling said when Cilla chastised her for dawdling. She had been absorbed in thought. The other girl put forth a brave front. Whether it was real or not was anyone’s guess. Cilla wanted to make her parents proud. Sterling thought she had a little most insight into how Cilla thought.

“The middle cars work for me,” Sterling said. Fights were breaking out everywhere. She foresaw getting sucked into one herself if she dawdled too long. They headed toward the middle cars. What awaited them was other applicants lying unconscious on the ground. They didn’t appear to be dead. Someone was picking off applicants left and right. Tiny darts protruded from their necks.

Sterling nudged an applicant with her the toe of her boot. He didn’t react. “If we try to climb into the car, we’ll be shot with these darts,” Sterling made a face. The rule about not attacking anyone on the train had come back to bite them. At least they knew how their enemy would attack them. If they avoided his projectiles, they could get a seat on the train.

Sterling sheathed her blades. She grabbed the hunter applicant sprawled out at her feet and hoisted his limp body up. The darts couldn’t hit Sterling if she had a shield. She glanced at Cilla and nodded toward the car. She didn’t know how Cilla would feel about her plan. The darts weren't lethal as far as she could tell.

"Give me a hand with this?" Sterling asked.

MidnightStar

 

[Life.]

Hina Moriya
Hina knew it was not going to be easy to become a Hunter, but she didn't expect to be facing her fears right away either. Although she realized if she truly sought to become a Hunter then she'd have to face her fears sooner or later. Sooner seemed to be the option facing her at the moment.

The silky thread of a massive spider web clung onto the walls of the cart. Cocoons of large sizes decorated the inside as well. The discouraging words of people bothered Hina. Here she stood in front of a large spider, practically quivering in her sandals yet some people had the nerve to up and leave simply because they saw the spider not worthy for their license. New feelings of disgust were rising up in the priestess' stomach. Guess facing your fears certainly brings about multiple emotions from the human heart.

The priestess knew that in order to pass this exam she needed to find a seat in one of the train's carts. At this point it would be too late for her to back out and try to find another seat elsewhere. She found that the longer she stared at the spider the slower her heart was beating. Did this mean she was calming down? Or was she about to faint? Her inner conflict was soon gladly disrupted when a confident voice sounded next to her.

Hina's pale eyes looked over to the young man that stood next to her. He appeared relax in the spider's presence. Her fear must have been obvious from his question. Shivers crawled down her spine as he described the spider in even more detail, "No I dislike spiders." But from all he said one detail stood out to Hina.

Its owner commands

"Wait this spider is being ordered by someone?" if Hina knew for sure that someone was behind the spider, the less her fear can be. All her attention can focus onto the real target, the person behind the spider. Her eyes moved from the man over to the spider, searching for someone who possibly could be the owner to the spider.

Castello

 

[Jade Emperor]

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[div class=1]Blake [/div]
[div class=interbox]Interacting with/Mentioned: Castello [/div] [div class=locbox]Location: 2nd Cart[/div]

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He'd become cocky, that much was evident. The more he fought this man, the more he truly began to wonder how he'd be able to beat him. He was skilled in swordsmanship yes, and was curious who would win in an all out battle between them, as he was still very confident in his ability. But this was not the time for it, there were still other objectives, still things needed to be done. And this man was just too much to try to deal with without being harmed, that had been his original objective. He looked at his options as the man rushed towards him, a powerful strike his way. Empowerment . . . No, not worth it either. He couldn't risk drawing any more attention to himself. If he used that, not only would he harm himself overall, but it was as if he was holding a glowing sign that yelled "I'm a lost prince! Come assassinate me and take my body parts please!". It was pretty much suicide. Wait . . . That gave him an idea.

"My Defense, you say? Why don't you see for yourself." he got in a low stance, and his body tensed up. His eyes focused on the man, an unwavering stare. This was . . . Dangerous. It didn't seem like he planned on defending at all, in fact it was as if he held up no defenses to his body at all, and would rather take the attack as a whole. He had to do this quickly, one swift movement, no room for error. His mind shifted back to his days in the kingdom, when he was younger, his teacher Uricles had always spoke to him about his fighting. Too stiff, too slow, speed is key, power is everything, till today he held the scars from his rigorous training regimen, but he didn't regret it. It built who he was now, as the man before him would truly see. "I don't block. I only attack!" he hissed, and jumped forward in a quick movement. To the onlooker his body would look like a blur of white and blue from his clothes as his wooden sword ripped through the air, ready to strike the mans shoulder, but his body ready to take an attack as well. But, just like this, he let go. Blake tossed his sword upwards at the very last movement, and thanked Natak for gifting him with such a nimble and flexible body as he ducked under the mans raised arm. Blake rolled onto the floor for a second, grabbing his wooden sword quickly, and wasting no time in sprinting for a seat. [/div]

 

[Aurum]

Min Lee ran forward until he found an empty seat. There weren't many more left, which meant he would probably be attacked as soon as he approached it. With this in mind, he took a glance around, and finding that most people had been stopped by Hanzo's and the rich boy's fight, he decided to take the chance and sit down. Some people were throwing stuff his way, but he didn't have a problem dodging everything and approaching it steadily.
The people who were already seated all looked pretty beat up; probably from their encounter with Hanzo. He had been right to leave the fighting to rich boy and avoiding that encounter. Don't get him wrong, Min Lee could probably hold his own as well as rich boy -maybe even better, seeing as he had gotten cocky a moment before and almost made a terrible mistake. Again, rich boy was strong, but he was inexperienced. But still, strenght also meant knowing which fights to engage in and which to run away from, and Min Lee had a pretty trustworthy gut when it came to deciding that.
He sat down and sighed, a little dissapointed that this had been so easy. With some luck the next tests would be more fun.

 

[Cross]

Sterling Fernturk
​

Sterling adopted the body weight of the unconscious hunter, hosting him like a stringless doll above her shoulders. Her muscles had more horsepower than the average girl's. There was nothing average about the girls who grew up in the shadows of Meteor City. Sterling advanced on the train, cognisant of other Hunter who would try to attack her while her hands were full. Sterling thrust her knife in the air. Kunai deflected off of it. The zing impact of steel against steel tested her grip. Whoever flung it had a fierce set of skills.

A sound of the air being split by a fast projectile followed. A dart lunged deeply in the arm of Sterling's shield. The hunter applicant grunted but didn't stir like a panda who just wanted to nap a little longer. The kunai wielder had a clear opening to the train but he didn't take it. The person's agility could have gotten him a seat without much fuss but he used his speed to appear behind Sterling and Cilla.

"Best to pick off the weak ones first," the kunai user said. His voice had the feeling of stone, cooly confident.

"Ninja asshole," Sterling said, the word loud like an accusation. Her feeling had always been that ninja were cool. It was crushing she ran into a lame, sneaky one, intent on killing or incapacitating her.

He slashed a kunai across Sterling's lower back, leaving a thick red line across her skin. Her black coat shredded. The fabric was ordinary cotton and polyester from a shop halfway across the world. Sterling spun and hacked with her left blade. Her dagger cut through the air, the wide swing slashing where the kunai user had stood. But the ninja jumped away. A grin appeared on his face.

Sterling dropped the bulky hunter applicant she had been using as a shield. The man folded over like he was taking a particularly good nap. She dropped low on the ground and swept her legs at the ninja's feet. He sprang back, dodging easily. Into the path of an incoming dart. It nicked his arm. The ninja plucked it out instantly but there was panic on his face.

"That's annoying," the ninja muttered. His parting glance to Sterling was narrowed and sharp before he turned toward the train and vanished. Sterling failed to track his movement and concluded she still needed more training.

She hoisted the sleeping hunter applicant, who took even more darts as she lifted him up. A puddle of drool ran down his mouth. Sterling crossed the field of unconscious would-be Hunters onto the train. Once inside, she tossed her human shield at the dart blower. 300lbs of muscle fell on him like a sack. Sterling hunkered down in a seat on the right side of the train. She flung off her jacket and checked the damage.

Hopefully, Cilla had tagged along for the ride. She wondered if she knew how to sew. Sterling pushed her fingers through the gaping hole in her jacket and grimaced.

MidnightStar