Fandom Soul Eater: F.A.T.E

[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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Dani stopped in her tracks for a moment. Once again, Zosar called out to her. She wasn't sure why he wanted to stick around her, or for her to stick around him. She hadn't told him to verbatim "fuck off", but her reception hadn't exactly been warm or social. Typically, the curt responses and scowl were enough to send any curious or friendly person in another direction with perhaps a quick frivolity. This wasn't enough for Zosar, apparently.

"What, you don't wanna have shit thrown at you or fight in a battle, fucking, royale?" She remarked back before glancing over at Zosar's suggestion for a conversation buddy.

The girl in question seemed to be going through some sort of a midlife crisis, though she was far too young for that. The other possibilities were limited. Dani wanted to immediately guess madness just because of what group they were in, though maybe she had some other issues going on. Either way, it beat the hell out of getting dragged into the main mess. There was still one half of the ball that was mostly left alone, only being targeted within the last few moments by Nadia. Various other conflicts were sprawled about the area, and Dani wanted no part in it.

So, Dani followed Zosar.

He was nice—Or, at the very least, not aggravating.... Not that she wanted him to be nice. The pink-haired girl wasn't here to make friends or any other attachments. Hell, she wasn't even sure how this all would progress.

Would they force her to partner? Perhaps that was what this whole exercise was for; to see who clicked and worked well together. Or, perhaps they make her try to perform autonomously despite her lack of experience. All these were questions that tugged at Dani and created a knot in her stomach. Though, they would all be made irrelevant in the case that they ended up biting it the next place they were sent.

Lost in thought, Dani hear an unusual bang that was different from scuffles around the lot. It was artificial, like a bomb and there was a brief pane of white that crossed her vision for a fraction of a second. Did someone have a damn flashbang?!

She stopped once again to look in the direction of the detonation, wondering what would go wrong next, only to see that the second half of the ball had split into two.

Interactions: The Regal Rper
Mentions: Various lunatics

 

[Mqueserasera]

PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions: everyone
Interaction: Kasper ( Phayne ), Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel ), Sara and Noah ( Merciless Medic )​

Kasper’s explanation didn’t have much of an effect on Prudence. She never cared much for the reasons, or motivations behind the behaviors of others. It seemed a tall order, that was all. Something she could never hope to fully comprehend. In contrast, imitating the manifestation of their thought process was far simpler. Who cares if someone’s always been kind to animals because they have spent more time around them than humans? Who cares if one has a dislike for a piece of music because it reminds them of a darker time? Who cares if he couldn’t help himself toying with the girl because she was being fickle? The reason was for them alone. She couldn’t hope to understand. There was also a rising idea that perhaps this group of people, being subjected to a project like this, was perhaps the kind she would rather avoid the trouble to mingle with.

Her scrutinizing gaze left Kasper after somewhat of an uncomfortable prolonged staring session. She was drawn then to a sudden occurrence in the field. As it happened, during the emergence of that strange thing with the loop, the two halves of an egg-like object, Prudence didn’t think much. Guessing games had never interested her. It’s useless to act on incomplete information. So she only began to think after reading the rules sent to her magitech device. And what she thought, if only at first, was what they—the fresh FATE agents—would do. Not what she would. She would do what the majority chose to do. It was a simple plan, one already in place the moment the game was on. It was her way to go about things. The moment the others made a dash for the halves, she would join in the competition. Her chance was nil of course. No way she could contend with fully trained Meisters. Even against other weapons, her skill set that favored defense was a massive disadvantage in a game of aggression. Nonetheless, she would try. Not because she wanted to. But because that was what everyone else would do.

Except they didn’t. One girl, the tall one, went first and made a grandiose speech about why, and how they should not try to win a game and a chance to complete this FATE project. The reason, as always, did not concern Prudence. Especially not the reasoning of one who she had noticed downing a possibly alcoholic drink before their little show. But here came the surprising things. Every agent in the field, with the exception of one—a startling number of one—did not seem to have any desire to win the game. The few who did participate instead of sitting on the side were instead trying to break the game itself. The tattooed guy from before had attempted and had succeeded in breaking the goal. The one who chased after him, on the other hand, was more interested in a fight than the goal itself. And the dog-eared one, Sara, and her partner, that is, one pair of Meister and Demon Weapon, had decided to punish the only sensible person that had thought it right to follow the rules and get their rightful chance at an early exit from the project. Yet another pair was more interested in personal conflict, the same pair who had appeared so friendly moments before.

It just, simply, didn’t make any sense. But. She considered. It didn’t have to make sense. She never cared for the reasons behind the behaviors of others. Why start now? Her choice was obvious. She needed only to do what she always had. Step back. Relax. Join the ones on the side. Draw no attention to herself. The easy choice.

Prudence turned then, and began to leave the field. She only paused, out of politeness, to hear Kasper’s reasoning for his decision to “sit this one out.”

More worthwhile? More entertaining? A schoolyard game?

Or so he said. She didn’t quite understand what was worthwhile, what was entertaining in it. She didn’t get this boy at all. And she didn’t need to. She didn’t need to do anything. Just sit back. Just follow the majority.

But.

But Prudence halted her steps. She made a turn, of hesitation. Her feet were planted in place. It was really hesitation that had stopped her from leaving the field, she realized. The reason eluded her even as she stood there, staring down the field. Why did she hesitate? Didn’t she realize the senses in Kasper’s reasoning? It was almost outrageous to think that one could complete a whole project made for rehabilitation just by throwing a ball through a loop. Had she not first-hand experiences of how difficult it could be to rehab a person? It was only logical to turn her back to the field, walk out, sit out. But should she?

In one involuntary movement, she swept her gaze across the field, taking in the people present. She realized, she didn’t hate them, only that there was an aversion. An inkling that she would rather be anywhere but here. A sense that she did not want to spend a single day around these people. Why did she continue working as a Weapon in the first place? Clearly because being a Weapon was the only thing she had ever done. She never wished for anything else. She never wished for anything. She wanted simply to live on. Do what she must. Think what she should. Answer what was asked. Those people. Those people were a danger to her way of life. They were, to put it nicely, too chaotic, too unpredictable, too volatile. Her life had been fine up to this point. She had gotten used to being an agreeable person that everyone would feel comfortable being around. But those people. She wasn’t sure if she could please them at all. There were things simply beyond her capabilities. Things that required a clear-cut, well-defined person. Something she was not.

She needed to get out of here.

And that seemed like an acceptable compromise. There was something calming about the wording. She needed. She did not want. It wasn’t something done out of a desire, or, for that matter, a fear. Not something that emerged from a subtle feeling, an inner dread. But a necessity. Though what was it exactly that was being calmed, she did not know. It was only another logical conclusion.

Get one half, then another. Then find the goal, wherever it is now. Then she could be out of this project and as far away from those people as possible.

She started walking towards the nearest half of the ball. She only walked, like she was taking a stroll across the field. Because even then, for all her play of words, she did know still that what she was doing was stupid. She couldn’t stand against that white-haired Meister, let alone the pair of Meister and Weapon. And the goal was nowhere in sight. This far into the game with almost no chance to win, only a fool would start trying. Even then. It wasn’t because she wanted it. Or desired it. There was no hankering here. Only a need. And who cared if she failed, she reasoned. Who cared if a girl named Prudence was broken a bone or two by an overzealous Meister? Since when did she start worrying about silly things like that anyway? It might as well be someone else getting their bones broken. The girl who cared about her own well-being had perished long ago. This vessel could not feel pain. It could not suffer. It was running now. It was sprinting. Feet beating the ground. It had some difficulty adjusting to a quicker pace. Its body was not very fit. But it was running alright. It was carrying itself across the field towards a ball’s half. Trying to accomplish an impossible something. Because it couldn't care less about its own safety, its own comfort. But it had a need. Not a fear. Certainly not a petrifying fear. A haunting fear. A dark, dark fear. Only a need. A need.

There were two halves. One in the sleepy boy's hand, with Sara also going for it. There was another, with the white-haired alcoholic trying to kick it away. The easier, immediate choice was the half in Jarvis’s hand. So she ran for it. When she was near, her arms joined, turning into a large shield. And she leaped slightly to the air at the end of her sprint, full force slamming down on the one in possession of the ball.

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

This... was... a disaster. The whip was watching intently for a place to steal some sort of win, but it was not even a game. It was a brawl with no semblance of reason. This was bloodthirst and childish rebellion. The idea of being lumped in with people who immediately took to destroying the first task put in front of them made her want to rip her skin right off her own face. These were not tasks that they expected sure, but to join a program and immediately throw it away because of some weird pride?

Maybe that is the difference between me and them... I want it more. Maybe that is the point... they are ungrateful. Had it too good.... yeah... look at that fucking pair... meister has no care... seems Noah can't reason with her... and these others just duking it out... they had it too good. They never needed to scramble for anything have they.... no... spoiled... what a joke...

Her mind raced, her collar keeping her blossomed madness dormant but her brain was another matter entirely. She would rationalize and obsess, her goal clear to her as she finished this sight that consumed her entire attention. She needed that ball... and the loud white-haired girl just provided the perfect way. As the half of the ball soared through the air with a dull thud, the weapon smiled at her now a golden opportunity. She leaned forward and knelt, taking a deep breath before breaking into a sprint, her footfalls surprisingly light and quick. Nothing a strengthened meister could not outperform, but more than enough to put many to shame.

She was so confident... until a bang of light went off in her peripherals and she saw heard the impact that affected the ball, sending its trajectory easily way farther than the weapon planned. Her eyes went wide with adrenaline, her mind taking a backseat as her body tried to salvage the situation in ways her brain was not ready to handle. She lept quickly into the trees and launched from the highest branches, only one simple idea. Ball. Grab that damn half. She drew her arm back and then threw it forward as she transformed her arm to extend it with her hand at the end, and chain whipping forward now to grab this ball half... only to notice a direct and similar object flying in a different and faster velocity. Panic sent her her arm in reaction, not even worrying about damage now as she whipped and transformed her right arm forming a length of chain with the three daggers. The Flagrum's extended range snapped the end at the object, piercing it with success as her other arm with their hand grabbed the ball. She had both ball halves. She was so concerned about retrieving the ball half that was now two halves she forgot to remain unseen or out of attention, which was destroyed with her display. The good news? She caught the ball, the chain going taught with success as one half was impaled with the three small knives of her weapon and the other in a hand.

The bad news was she acted recklessly, and the force just transferred into her arm. As the chain went taught she felt a sharp pop as her arm popped out of the socket at the shoulder, the weapon also sent flipping with the ball like she was half a bola straight into a tree below with a sizable impact. Her mind went temporarily blank as she hit the trunk through the branches, vision blurred as she groaned. She couldn't process it all, her body pushing itself hard already to make the catch, the exertion making her body try to wind down. One thing was in her mind. Pop her arm back. She dropped one of the halves and reformed her left arm, grabbing her right shoulder and slamming it into the tree, a shift in the limb to get mobility back.

Heh... not the worst.... did... did I... was that... both halves?? HA! It was! I am doing better than expected. Those shitters aren't shit.... lack focus... hah.... ah..... fuck I missed this~

She grunted as she picked up her bruised body, her bones aching. It was a burning pain that threatened to break those who couldn't stand it, yet Adrasteia stood with a grin. She jumped down to pick up the other half, using her free hand to pull the punctured wooden ball from her flagrum. With it free she only had one job, now joining the pieces.... only for them to be exactly identical and not fit. She tried multiple times, growling as she began to think it was the incompetence of the makers. That was until one vanished from her hand, leaving the weapon stunned for precious moments in utter shock.

Who..... who did this? Who.....who.... why... I... I swear every fucking turn... I HAVE SETBACKS.

She gritted her teeth, the ball half in her hand being squeezed tight as she turned back in the direction of the field, making her way back with a grimace on her face that was deeply rooted in her face from the pain and anger.

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Mentions: RedArmyShogun Merciless Medic
Interactions: None

 

[Phayne]

Location: Lot C. Mentions: Prudence Mqueserasera
Eye's focused intently upon the visage of Prudence, Kasper could not help but find himself studying her features; crimson eyes honing in on each and every little movement that she made as she stood there silent. Part of Kasper wanted her to bite, to voice her own opinion on the matter. Whether she agreed or disagreed to what Kasper had said was not of importance, rather it was just the mere interaction and revelation of which side of the argument that she stood upon that fascinated the demon gun. From then it would dictate what he did next, whether he would find comradery in their shared displeasure to this charade or if they would spark a conflict of differing opinions; both held opportunity to get the blood boiling. Smiling ever so wryly, his studious gaze continued to fix itself upon her; ignoring the several fights beginning to take place in the background. At this moment, Kasper was only interested in seeing how Prudence would react.

Each passing second would last that little bit longer for Kasper, who found himself sitting on the ground, left leg crossed with his right pulled up towards his chest as his right elbow pressed against the top of his right knee and supported his head as he watched the demon weapon standing before him.

Her silence in itself was deafening; the suspense growing within Kasper as he eagerly awaited her answer; the dark haired woman seemingly trapped in a world of thoughts that only she was privy too. How Kasper envied being left out of such a world, left only to ponder and guess as to what exactly was going through her head at this moment. Alas, those thoughts would remain a mystery as silence was soon accompanied by movement.
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"Oh?" mumbled Kasper to himself, still wearing his plastic smile as he was somewhat shocked that she had neither voice agreement or disagreement to his claims. Alas, as he had stated before; actions did speak louder than words and through the silence of her actions; Kasper had soon learned quite a bit of the woman shrouded in mystery. Seemingly ready to leave the field, Kaspers intrigued was only heightened as he watched Prudence, stop, turn and pause before resolving to join in on the fray. What had occurred within her realm of thoughts? What had convinced her to act when she seemed ready to remain uninvolved?

Kasper could not deny wanting to know the truth, wanting to know exactly what had made her act the way she had done. Whatever it was had not spurnned her into a run, to rush into the field of battle with little disregard for herself, yet it was still strong enough to stop her from remaining uninvolved. What possible reason could have motivated her to walk out into that growing debacle?

Kasper would sigh inwardly as he attempted to subdue his curiosity, knowing that it would be unwise to act upon it at this moment in time. Unlike it had been with Athena and Thaddues where Kasper only sought to be vexacious for the sake of it, this was entirely different. He held genuine interest towards breaking down the walls that Prudence had built for herself, to sate the desire to know exactly who the person hiding behind those many defences really was. Kasper's curiosity simply needed to be satiated.However, given her decision to join in the fray, he could not help but find his interest wane ever so slightly. While it was true that he was intrigued by Prudences decisions, he wasn't exactly interested in watching her 'fight' her way to getting the two halves.

Alone, is right hand would now find itself rummaging through his pocket, fingers delicately wrapping themselves around his mobile phone as he pulled out the device, fingers tapping away at the screen as he made his way towards his gallery, fingers flicking through a set of old images portraying a time long since stolen from him, until finally pausing on the last image he had of Rias, one which showed herself and her new partner wishing him a speedy recovery.

Kasper gritted his teeth at the sight of the other demon weapon; still unable to accept his replacement. Of course that had caused quite the episode for Kasper, coming to terms with the idea that he had effectively been replaced by another demon weapon. Tossed to the curb due to being defective. Though it wasn't that surprising when the news was finally given to him. At the back of his mind he was always aware of that possibility, aware that regardless of what happened during his rehab, there was very little chance that things would return to what they once were. How could they? Rias on her part could not simply remain sidelined forever without a partner and Kasper begrudgingly knew this; his sane side knew that it would be selfish of him to ask her to wait for him to be 'fixed'; to pause her life for however many years it took for Kasper to get his back on track.

F.A.T.E may have been the only choice for him to recoup what he had lost, but there was only so much he could recover and it was already too late for both him and Rias.

Inevitably Kasper's attention would be drawn away from his phone and back to the field of chaos as a bright light gripped his gaze; the cause unknown to the demon weapon as he merely watched the resulting consequences of what appeared to be a flash bang.


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[The Regal Rper]

Zosar | DWMA | Lot C

Located on center side of the field as they approached the nervously charged whip Weapon, had it not been for the different flares in wavelength, he would have responded to the pink haired perpetually frowning cutie. Instead, he only offered her a humored shrug in response, and turned his attention to the various fights down south. It was Adrian and Zari's fight in the distance that got his attention. With heightened sight, clarity became intensified and details focused. The wails of Adrian's wavelength and the shifting flames of Azariah's soul drew his attention as he watched their distant fight as the others approached, then engaged the bloodsucker. His eyes remained on the trade between Zari and Adrian, only to turn his attention to Nadia the second they had vanished deeper into the woods where he could not see. With her own spiritual increase, Zosar watched the demi-giant briefly as he caught on to where she was looking and what she might be doing.

In that instant, he was keenly aware of the excitement within Adra blossoming into a crescendo of jingling chains. So that could only mean--

"There she goes." Zosar commented as Adra took off with Nadia now just passing them.

However when he sensed the Monster Cat on the move, in the direction of both the Weapon and the Demi-Gaint, Zosar could only think of the infamous Wicked Blair, The Feline Queen of the Streets; the most well known Monster Cat to have affiliated to DWMA back when the infamous Scythe Meister, Maka Albarn had been a youth, and a terror in the field after Spirit Albarn's Death.

Seeing nothing but mischief as he watched him run out on to the field, heading in their direction, the memory of Blair tripped an alarm in his head--

--the spike in Xander's soul that told him he was crafting a spell was the warning. In that instant, he was thankful for all the time he had spent around mages, and less than a full millisecond-- nanoseconds even, before even Xander's next paw had even touched the ground, wavelength had flooded into his muscles. Years of precise training giving him the small dose he needed to feel a rush of energy and vitality that gave him the power to move in a less than four seconds that saw Dani was in his arms, carried princess style.

Grit and alert awareness had changed Zosar's initial friendly demeanor entirely. As he dug one foot into the ground, keeping Dani close, holding her with no sign she weighed anything at all, he said: "Sorry. Can't risk it. He's about to pull something." Short, vague, but firm in tone his wavelength spiked and fed new energy into his body focusing it into his legs.

The spike in Xander's soul reached a crescendo with maddened cackling in the form of 'nya's. He was reminded of the story one of his father's friends had told him of a time when she and her team had worked with the Feline Queen back when they were younger and in DWMA, Blair acting as their guide, and how much raw power she'd had in a simple pumpkin cannon attack that wasn't even full power.

Xander released his spell in that moment.

Zosar was already moving right as mage had flung it, taking off. He could not trust that cat mage without knowing him better, and if he was here there was no reason to trust him at all. Dani was his precious cargo and he bolted. He made a beeline straight down the left side of the field away from the center point they were focused in where the ball was and Nadia was prepping to fire off her kick with one of those fine legs. The result was as he expected from the yell and the satisfaction he felt from Xander's soul even as he was moving away; Chaos.

The explosion of sound and the flash of light behind him, did leave a whining sound that Zosar could hear though the fact he wasn't looking at the blast, made its effects weaker. Spiking his wavelength multiple times as he made contact with the ground at each step to limit the amount of energy he was using and also to increase his speed when his foot made contact, he had only partially made it out of the worst of the effect right as it was going off. Still decent enough to avoid the worst of the damage, though not enough he himself didn't see vague spots in his vision he had to grit and blink away.

Deciding running while partially impeded, carrying a person, was a terrible idea- Zosar took his next step and turned it into a mighty leap that not even an Olympic jumper could contest with. Releasing Dani in the process so she went up in the air ahead of him, while he came to a skidding, skipping, then sliding halt on the ground- eyes focused only on Dani.

"Gotcha!" he huffed, catching her with a bounce. "Wew!" He exhaled. "You okay babe?" Whether it was a slip of tongue or a genuine flirt was hard to tell, but a genuine question asked through squints and blinking out a few spots. Either way, Zosar gently allowed Dani to get back to her own feet at her command.

Vaguely aware that they were no closer to Gauss and Athena going off what he was sensing, Zosar only turned his attention to the fight after he had made certain that Dani was okay. It was obvious, Nadia wouldn't be. And he had every intent on checking up on her- however the ensuing fight as he heightened his other senses to make up for the vision as it cleared, told him what was happening with Athena and Gauss.

Once he was certain Dani was safe, Zosar said: "We should probably go check on--" he paused, and then his head turned in the direction of the fight between Gauss and Athena. "She's letting her anger get the better of her and isn't paying attention to the little details." He said aloud, right as Athena latched on to Gauss with that oh so familiar move. "Like she always does" his tone more factual than concerned. "Gauss is going to one-up her." He stated it as if it was a fact, because it was.

And lo-and-behold: Athena tried to budge, and found she could not.

The frustration he sensed was palpable. Even as his vision cleared for him to see more clearly what was happening.

Being in his presence had given Zosar plenty of experience with Gauss wavelength whenever he'd come to visit the girls. Susan, Angela, Becky, directly one of the three, even though Becky hadn't been interested it was probably because of her sassy nature that just kept him futilely trying. Having seen him use his wavelength to impress on more than one case Zosar was quite aware just how good that polarity of Gauss could be and how his magnetism could even affect Weapons. Angela for all her air of being a bit of a party girl despite not giving the appearance of someone who enjoyed parties given her constant critical gaze, had given him the details she'd been able to pick up on their 'date' sessions. And from the interactions though few that he'd had with him- he had picked up on the noticeable fact that Gauss did have a range, a limited one at that at least on his own. Something that was obvious else he wouldn't have needed a partner given the fact his wavelength gave him control over metal. Considering he had one time watched as Darnel tried to shove Gauss away from Susan, ever willing to start something for his partner when he'd taken it that Gauss was trying to be a creep in his unique approach to a somewhat shy girl, he was also quite aware of the fact that Gauss could use that wavelength in unique ways to magnetize people.

So when he watched them go down and continue the struggle, he moved to get a better angle.

"In case you might have the wrong idea", Zosar suddenly said as he continued observing the fight, casual banter, "She's not my ex and we've never been together in any sense of the word." He said aloud, to Dani specifically because he recalled how she had just assumed that Athena and her had some kind of history. "I knew her when I came to DWMA, to put it simply." He explained as he watched the exchange. "And she's always been...peculiar about her interactions. The details are too long to explain", and explain them he would not. "We don't get along always but I do care about her I guess." He shrugged. Hard to explain. Before coming here, business was business. This place had changed him. And he wasn't sure if he liked that. "Hell I'm starting to like you a lot and I've only known you for what? Less than an hour?" He exhaled slowly. "I get the sense that you're pretty sweet under all that frowning though, plus I think you're pretty cute. So, make of that what you will" he said with a small grin her way, just as his eyes flicked back to the fight-- only for his expression to change into surprise.

He hadn't expected Gauss to do that.

He didn't expect the horror and mixture of other feelings that assaulted him from Athena's soul.

This was not a reaction he had expected from Athena. In all honesty, it surprised him. The silence then the abject horror and the rage that followed as she lashed out and yelled, shouting at Gauss and threatening real violence. As he watched, Zosar began thinking. He would have expected someone like her to know the game well. She'd done it with him multiple times, though there'd been plenty of physical contact there'd never been anything...like this. On some level he'd Athena to have experience with what had just happened. Playing games with people meant everyone had different reactions. Some people couldn't be played so easily- she must have dealt with those types- but then again, she never had been good at it considering how she often reacted with him. But the surprise and even the innocent sense of brief shock he had felt crumble before the inferno raged wildly.

That surprised him just a little, that he couldn't help but wonder.

Ultimately he knew there was nothing he could do. Only what he could say. Though from what he was listening in on, it was pretty clear Gauss was the one trying to disengage, and she was too caught up in her fury, like always, to actually think and reason.

Had the situation been different, he would've intervened, but the words Gauss imparted was too good to interrupt. He sensed the slow calm, and found no need to jump in anymore. Not that he could have really pried them apart without breaking his own limiter to do that, something that would probably just activate his armband. Something he'd hate to have to go through again.

Ultimately, Zosasr watched till they both had risen. A neutral expression of curiosity had replaced his expression once more. He eyed Gauss for a moment and only after the two split up did he sigh. "Hey Dani, I'm sorry but I have to go check on her. She's...well, like the rest of us, probably not in a good place especially after that. Why don't you go ahead of me and see how Nadia is doing?" he turned in the demi-giant's direction at hearing her laugh and seeing her stumble as she rose. "She may need the help. I'll head over to you as soon as I'm done checking on the hothead over there. Maybe head over to that car." He nodded up in the direction where Xander had come from. "There's a Weapon up there with the mage. I don't think he'll pull anything else after that since he had his fun. If he does though I'll rush over." He smiled, winked, then bumped her playfully on the shoulder. "See ya."

And then with a flare of his wavelength, he was off.

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"Hey." He said. "I know you're here, I can sense you." He said to the trees as he approached them. There was no response and so he sighed. "Always playing hard to get." He shook his head. "I know you're not okay, don't pretend to be. Come out here- I want to see you." Then his tone softened considerably. "Please. I just want to see you."

Rustling could be heard from inside the tree, and soon emerged a familiar blonde taking a seat on the lowest branch and looked down at him "What do you want? Here to piss me off again?" her tone was different, low but serious.

At that he raised a brow. "When?" And it clicked. "Is this about the whole nickname earlier? Look I was kidding, Athena. C'mon, you know I wasn't insulting you right?"

"Tch." her gaze turned elsewhere, mainly through the leaves that left spaces to reveal the sky. "I don't care if you did. You just piss me off."

"Yeah well, I've heard that line before. Look, just come down. Or I can come up? It's up to you."

"I'm not coming down." she replied, turning her gaze back down toward him

And with a leap and a swing, he had flipped himself onto a branch slightly above her. "Don't have to." He said simply. Then with a hint of scrutiny eyed her. She was a mess. He could tell even she was good at visually hiding it, her soul could hide nothing. To him she was bare; confused, angry, upset, frustrated.

His brows creased down. "Don't lie to me Athena, and don't bullshit me" he cut her off. "Answer me. Do you want to me do something?"

Her eyes had tracked him and she quietly listened to his words before her expression changed to that of anger once again, she was just about to say something before he cut her off. Causing her to pause for a moment before finally answering him "And what can you do that I couldn't?! Fighting him is useless once he touches you." her hands grasped the branch tightly, feeling the bark digging into her skin "I don't need anyone to fight for me. I can take care of it myself." slowly but surely her figure started to shake. He watched her carefully. Then nodded. "I understand." Without even waiting, he landed on the branch she was on and sat by her side.

The one-sided hug, was awkward, but the meister didn't hesitate or even flinch when the blow he saw came. With a strike to his gut, Zosar set wavelength between the force of the blow and contact. And with only a minor flinch, he pressed forward, delivering his own fatal move. A pat on the back of affection. "You'll get him next time." voice encouraging. Sure, his words were encouraging, but that didn't stop her. Yet he still continued with touching her which almost resulted in her pouncing him on the branch and knocking them both down. He stopped just in time and she lowered her head a bit "You wouldn't have that issue if you trained enough. For someone who trained while we were separated, your balance sucks." Then leaning back after those few back pats and rub, he said: "Now will you come down already so I can talk to you without worrying about whether I'll fall off this thing?"

He chuckled. "Well excuse me for not having good balance when you punched me just now. Alright c'mon, you coming down or do you want me to catch you?"

"Tch." with that being her only reply, she hopped down, and took a look at her palms before stuffing them into her pockets. "Why do you want me down here anyway?"

His eyes fell on the necklace as he landed not too far from her. "Mind if I see that?"

With a raised eyebrow in confusion, she took it off and handed it to him "What are you going to do with it?"

He reached for it, then paused. "Going to touch you here, so don't throw any punches. Relax, I promise I'm not going to kiss you like he did. I'd at least ask before doing it." He chuckled. "Not like you'd want though right? Anyway" he took her hand and gently turned her wrist so the palm holding the necklace was facing him as he closed in.

"Back when I was with them, this was something we used to do before missions. We wore masks to hide our identity. They also disguised our voices. Everyone had a mask, everyone had to take care of that mask. And whenever we went on a mission- we'd perform this ritual for good luck." He took the necklace, brought it up to his lips, and kissed it. Then gently placed it back in her hand, closing the fingers around it with a gentle pat and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

It brought back memories. Reminded him of the last time his mom had been alive.

Then looking into her eyes, Zosar said: "Good luck next time you fight him." He grinned. "Hope you kick his ass."

Turning around, he began heading out of the woods. "Oh, and uh, if you go on that date with him, watch out. He's a bit of a show off and can be a tad touchie." He advised. "Take that as advice from Becky and Angela." Waving with his hand as he made his way back to where he could sense Dani and the others were. "If you feel like it later, come find me. I'll be with some of the others."

Then he paused. "And hey, he's right y'know. What he said about you being enough? Smartest thing I've heard him say that wasn't a move to pick someone up. You just need to accept it. Oh right" he took some steps back to her . "That shit you said about figure at the end of the day you'd be alone, maybe remember that I'm here. You think after what four years of our back and forth if I didn't like you I'd even bother talking to you?" He didn't wait for a reply. "I wasn't lying when I said it Athena. I am happy to see you, even if it's not the greatest circumstance for it. I'd be happier seeing you out there, instead of in here believe it or not. Was honestly a little annoyed when you took it as a taunt." He said it with a frown. "So yeah, keep what he said in mind okay? Else you'll just get some rude reminders now and then."

"Just thought I'd reinforce what he said, in case you decided to be stubborn about it."

And with that, he took off at a jog. Breaking off into a run. Heading for Nadia and Dani from where he could detect them.

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[Merciless Medic]

Azariah, Noah, and SaraA Rough Start

Location: Forest around Lot C
Interactions: In the beginning with Sara and Noah, Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel )
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Collab between myself and Prizzy Kriyze

Sara watched as Jarvis blinked and spoke in confusion. Maybe he was depressed, not really sad. Well, to Sara, depression was just another level to sadness, where instead of a torrential downpour, you're drowning within a whirlpool into the abyssal chasm, unable to swim to the surface for fresh air. She nodded, beamed even, when Jarvis said she was awfully nice. Of course she was. She wanted to be friends with everyone, even those she was a little more cautious about. But when he said he wouldn't have minded if he were a coward, Sara frowned and shook her head. However, she was too focused on keeping him at bay to talk back. That was when Noah was grabbed and electricity started to course through his weapon form in preparation to shock Jarvis as Sara tried yanking Noah out of the way. As Sara listened to him, she merely shrugged. She didn't think the program can solve all of her issues or even that of everyone here, but she was still hopeful that it would happen. She kept her distance with Noah as a naked spear as she tried to get more distance between her and Jarvis.

However, as she took another step back towards Nadia, there was a flash behind her that barely registered in her vision, but her ears got the brunt of the sound. Crying out in pain, Sara dropped to the ground, dropping Noah and holding her ears as she gritted her teeth.

Who brought a fucking flashbang???

Noah transformed back to normal, his vision and hearing just fine due to being swung, which mitigated most of the disorientation he could have received. Grabbing Sara by the incapacitator collar, his icy fingers helped ground Sara with reality. Trying to get her out of the way, Noah pulled on her, her legs shaking as she stumbled up and followed him.

The two gunned for the forest, Sara whining and holding her ears from the deafening sound as it rang a high-pitched whine while Noah fought with his sudden exhaustion from not having resonated with his Meister in a long time and pulling most of her weight behind him. The flashbang spell sounded like the blast was made in Sara’s aching head, throbbing and drilling from the inside out. Soon though, as the werewolf was wobbling through the forest with Noah’s fingers wrapped tightly around her collar, she began to hear again. She didn’t know when she was going to regain her balance however, as she couldn’t tell if she was going to step where she wanted to. Sometimes she did. Other times, she thought the ground was further away than she thought and she’d trip over herself.

A little bit deeper down the way, Zari was perched on a branch behind a wall of leaves. A single bead of sweat made its way down his forehead as the pain in his arms slowly subsided. The moment his madness began stirring, no matter how fleeting it was, he was struck with a sudden sense of cold and anxiety. It brought back memories, compounded and redoubled awful traumas. If it weren’t for the sound mind training, he’d be in shambles.

Still, it didn’t distract him from the loud bang echoing from the field - nor the two wavelengths echoing through the forest towards him. The sparking of a cut cable paired with the quiet whimpering of a beast as if it’d just been reprimanded for being a ‘bad dog’. His immediate reaction was to move, but he soon recalled that they’d picked Nadia’s side of the battle, and remained still in his hiding place.

Catching their breath, Sara sat against a tree while Noah gasped from the exertion. He should really have worked out more. Conditioning sucked, but it was much harder to get a good workout when he was alone. Or being bugged by his companion constantly.

As the distant squabble of their fellow agents died down due to their fleeting proximity from the main field and as Sara regained her balance and stopped hearing the mind-piercing whine, she smelled something else. Turning on her olfactory soul perception, she can smell a battle had taken place nearby. That of spicy iron and then another of bits of madness, anxiety, and maybe… Blood? Was she smelling that right? Was someone hurt?

Either way, she got on all fours and smelled the ground, then up in the air, letting her nose take her. Standing up, she walked deeper into the forest with a slouch to her posture, trying to find where the scent was leading her. Anxiety. Lots of anxiety. And a fresh wave of rotten eggs from the bits of Madness that infested some poor individual, yet it didn’t smell like he was affected by it right now. Noah watched her walk slowly with a quirked eyebrow as he straightened up.

Almost like a dog, Zari perked his ears. There was that sound again, like a snout sniffing in his ear. Sara must’ve caught wind of him. Silently he slid down onto a thicker, lower branch, and took a couple steps out to peek through the leaves into the forest. The field was well out of sight, but the other two individuals might not be, soon.

“Sara, what’re ya doin’ now?”

“I smell someone is possibly hurt. And maybe going through bits of Madness. I don’t know, I want to make sure they’re okay.” Sara’s attention to her Weapon's question didn’t stop her from walking towards the source, trying to pick out where it was coming from and whose it was.

“Sara,” The brown-haired man sighed irritably. “Don’t you think they’re hidin’ away from everyone because they’re tryin’ to recover? If anythin’, we should leave them alone.”

Then, Sara picked up the faint smell of a fire. A small fire that burned everything around it. “Hey, I think it’s that blondie boy.”

“Who?” The only person the introvert remembered was the stupid cat man, the other man Sara was talking to with exuberance, and the purpled hair girl with shark teeth. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he decided to humor her, his eyes half-lidded in an almost deadpanned expression as he followed Sara’s lead.

Sara’s sniffer led her further into the forest, unsure of where else he could be but still following the scent. That’s when she came upon a tree, where the scent seemed to be very close by, but she didn’t know from where. It laid over her like a blanket. A slight shifting in the foliage ahead caught her attention, and behind her Noah followed her gaze to try to spot whatever it was that she was looking for. Something brown flitted its way through the canopy before hopping on the trunk of the tree, descending in a quick scamper down the tree before heading across the forest floor.

"A squirrel?" Noah questioned his Meister incredulously, who looked sheepishly away and scratched the back of her head.

"Hehe, whoops."

Then, with a rain of leaves heralding his arrival, Zari’s upside down head appeared from out of the tree just a few inches from Noah. His neutral expression had a hint of curiosity in it as he loudly blurted out a short “Sup?”. The branch he’d previously been perched on held him aloft by the bend of his knees, and he held tightly to the hoop still around his body so he wouldn’t drop it.

Noah’s tired, deadpan expression was replaced with shock. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated to near saucers as he jumped back, letting out a high-pitched yelp - that sent both Zari and Sara cringing - as a hand clutched at his heart. Realizing it was just the boy Sara was talking about - and he didn’t seem to be all that threatening - Noah relaxed, his body hunching over with a huge sigh of relief. That was when he heard Sara holding her hands to her mouth and snickering at him, making him glare at her. “None of ya heard that…” His expression was that of disdain, yet there was a hint of a smirk.

“Actually I did.” Zari replied, deadpan, as if completely missing the concept of sarcasm or irony. “Nah, you like getting scared.” Sara mocked her partner before turning her attention to the upside down man, Noah snapping a glare in her direction with his arms crossed. “Hey. Was wondering if you were okay. Smelled blood and thought you might’ve been hurt.”

“Yeah, Sara here said ya were experiencing a bit of Madness, blondie boy. So, we came by to see if ya needed any help.” Noah returned to his more neutral face.

Zari looked between the two, then reached up to grab the branch and let his legs down first as he dropped to the ground and brushed his slacks off. His white shirt had plenty of stains by now, what with the scuffle and the hiding in trees that’d been going on. “It whispers, a little.” He replied and looked to Noah for a solid few seconds before realizing that that might not be the most socially acceptable way of expressing oneself. “A-ah, I mean, I’m okay! Now.”

Quickly trying to push aside the awkward exchange, he continued, “You are Noah.” before his gaze swiveled over to the beast-woman, “And you are Sara.” With his entire arm, he motioned towards himself with a poorly faked smile. “I’m Azariah. Or Zari.”

He couldn’t say for certain if he was doing this right, but more than anything he really just didn’t want to make them worry. Worrying was a bad feeling. Bad feelings were not to be given out.

Sara and Noah looked at each other with questioning glances as he continued. He… Wasn’t the best at talking or even smiling, was he? Still, Sara found it rather endearing as her tail wagged happily, staring up at him with excitement. “You must hear very well for you to have picked up our names. That’s neat. Nice to meet you, Zari.”

Noah, on the other hand, was a bit more perturbed. “It whispers?” He had a more concerned furrow of his brow. A memory of his father flashed by in the back of his head, how he crashed through the facility wall and raved of how the voices would stop if only he found his wife and kid again. He didn’t know how bad Zari had it, but he seemed to be doing okay. He shook his head. Sara, on the other hand, who had gone through the Madness, looked at Noah with a bit more concern now.

Zari, on the third hand, was trying to steer the conversation in a completely different direction. After a nervous glance at Noah he swapped his attention to Sara. “Yeah I hear a lot of things! Your wavelength sounds like a puppy.” His attempts at keeping the neurotic smile were getting worse, but he truly did not understand why Noah kept focusing on the negative parts of this encounter. Didn’t he know he didn’t have to care?

“Noah, I think he’s fine. It’s not as bad as you think it is. Unless you think imparting some of your Wavelength would help- I sound like a puppy?” Sara looked incredulously at Zari, excitement appearing in her wagging tail and bright eyes. “Well when it doesn’t sound like sniffing. Or whimpers.” Zari added, happy to see she was taking the bait.

Hearing Sara’s words before she got distracted, Noah shrugged, ignoring the rest of the conversation. “I don’t know. I don’t know how to properly use my healing wavelength without resonating with a Meister.” Noah mumbled, chewing the inside of his cheek from uncertainty. He had gone through training to extend his range of possible extroverted or bubbly Meisters that isn’t just Sara. Seeing Zari just as bubbly in a certain awkward way nearly gave Noah a soft smirk. Maybe it could work?

Meanwhile, Sara ignored Noah, bouncing happily as she shared her own talent. “Ohh, you can hear soul wavelengths. I can smell them! You probably heard that, though. Besides human, you smell like an odd fire. Reminds me of a campfire.” She beamed, obviously her demeanor lending to a more positive depiction of his soul.

The faux expression that Azariah carried slowly faded with the nervosity when the madness stopped being brought up, and though it wasn’t very outwardly obvious, he was far more comfortable now. In fact, when the scent of his wavelength came into question, his face turned solemn and he looked down at his right hand, still slightly twitching from the sensory trauma. “It does?” He said weakly, almost like a whisper.

Sara didn’t know why he looked so bummed hearing that. Trying to switch to a more light-hearted feel, she kept going. “Well, yeah, like a campfire you can stay near for warmth and share silly stories around and shed light in the dark. Oh, and you also smell really sweet. Almost like honey.” She added. She didn’t want to add that his Madness smelled like rotten eggs, as she noticed he was trying to move away from that. Something Noah was stubbornly sticking to.

Noah saw Zari look at his hand, watching it twitch. He needed to help, he wasn’t going to have any other person he could possibly consider more than an acquaintance suffer at the hand of Madness. He knew he was likely going to see this Azariah again later. As if possessed, he quickly grabbed blondie's hand by the wrist, his teeth gritted and his emerald eyes stern.

“Resonate with me-”

As their hands connected, Zari’s soulfire wavelength dug into Noah and began to siphon his energy. A quick series of emotions flooded through the Meister as his gaze snapped to meet Noah’s. Surprise, fear, and then unbridled fury. By touching Zari, Noah had now victimized himself. Rather, he’d gone and made Azariah an unwilling perpetrator. Aggressor. It wasn’t fair.

Utilizing Noah’s forward momentum and strong grip on his wrist, he tugged his right arm back to pull him in while shifting his hip to accommodate for a lightning fast counter. His left hand already crackled with the energy he’d stolen from Noah, and he directed an open-palmed strike straight for his nose.

Noah barely registered how close he was to sealing his own fate. It all happened so fast. He was being pulled forwards, only to be yanked back by the collar at the last second, his grip on Zari’s hand slipping out of his grasp. Sara, having sensed a sudden change around Azariah, didn’t need to think about what happened. Azariah panicked and attacked. Simple. A human grade-schooler could have seen that coming a mile away. Noah’s face was inches from being blasted by the soul force she smelled was Noah’s own soul.

So, Azariah’s wavelength can absorb other wavelengths. Interesting.

As she made this discovery, Noah stumbled back, landing on his bottom as he tripped over himself. Sara’s ears were pinned back and she glared at Noah, not putting any blame on Zari for reacting the way he did. Noah’s arm ached a little from both the pull and the siphon, feeling like his hand was squeezed dry before regaining its usual feel.

Zari was frozen. His striking arm was still outstretched with sparks of energy jumping from his fingers as if he’d never intended to release his soul force at all. His confusion was prevalent as he stood back, and looked down to his right hand, then up to Noah again, splayed out on the ground. “You… why did you…” He almost choked on the words, and the slightest hint of a tear welled up in the corner of his eyes before it was blinked away.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on why the brief contact with Noah’s wavelength affected him so, but he was struggling. “Why’d you feel like…” He dropped his arms to his sides and swallowed hard. The words came as more of a confused statement than any real question.

“A friend.”

Sara’s ears flicked back to Zari as she stared at him with confusion as Noah got up from the ground. Luckily, grass stains were hidden on his dark slacks. Guilt wracked Noah’s mind as he tried to find out why he, himself, was feeling so bad. Why? Noah shouldn’t care for a random stranger, yet the choked words and that tear made him realize what he did. Approaching Zari slowly, Noah held out a hand. “I have a healing wavelength, Zari. I just…” Noah didn’t know how to say it without making himself sound like a complete scrub. Steeling himself, he sighed and looked away, not bearing to get himself so hung up on any possible emotion Zari may express. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.” His sense of loss hung to his words, but he refused to let any emotion through onto his face. He was stoic, yet there was a war happening within his mind, trying to keep those infernal memories at bay. They didn’t matter. They don’t matter. Not anymore. They were the past. This is now.

Similarly, Zari’s conversation was far more internal than external. That brief feeling that things were going to be alright was comforting, but it was more likely to start unraveling a long line of psychological barriers than aid him in that moment. He wasn’t ready for that. The functionality he’d attained after so long was based on duct tape and hot glue. He wasn’t ready to remember and forgive. He wasn’t sure he could.

The knot in his stomach had teamed up with a brand new knot in his throat as he shied away from Noah’s outstretched hand. “I don’t know how to resonate.” He quickly retorted, and stepped backwards, away from the pair. “I’m going.”

“Wait!” Noah’s still outstretched hand flew towards the man's fleeting figure, but he was far smarter about actually touching him now. “I just…” Why did it hurt? It shouldn’t hurt! Why? He hardly knew the guy, yet he felt like he kind of did. “Hey, I’m-... sorry. I shouldn’t have spooked ya. That’s on me. I’d…” Noah looked away.

Zari's retreat had almost turned into a sprint by the time the apology came, but the guilt in Noah’s voice made him stop and turn around. His shoulders were slumped and his demeanor defeated, but when he looked at Noah and whimpered a solemn “No.”, his tone was gentle and sympathetic. It seemed to be missing a ‘don’t be’, but that was beyond Zari’s emotional intelligence, as he leapt off further into the woodwork.

Sara spoke for Noah, finding him losing his ability to talk concerning and saddening. She yelled after Zari, knowing he could hear her if she just yelled loud enough. “We’d like to see you sometime later! I’m sorry for causing you trouble! Hopefully, we can be friends later!” She said sweetly, her tail wagging as she cupped her hands around her mouth to make sure it reached him.

Noah groaned, driving the ball of his palm into his forehead. How could he be so stupid?! He barely heard what Zari said, and it bothered him. Why? It shouldn’t matter. Nobody else should matter but himself and Sara’s well-being, as per her being his Meister. So why did this man’s emotional state bother him. Why was he trying so hard? This wasn’t him!

Sara can smell the anger and confusion coming from her Weapon, making her brow furrow. “Noah?”

“What did he say? I barely heard him.” Noah’s voice was stern. But Sara knew better than to think he was upset with her.

“He said ‘no’. He sounded sad and sorry. I don’t think he meant to decline your apology, but-”

Noah interrupted her, rambling and walking in circles, his hands looked like they were conducting a battle symphony of crashing cymbals and string instruments. “To hell with everything. This game, this stupid FATE program bullshit, people in general, just….” Noah found a tree and slumped against it, sighing as he slid down and sat, his arms draped over his knees as his forehead rested on his arms. Sara simply sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“You were remembering your father, weren’t you?” Noah nodded.

“I need a drink…” Noah mumbled, making Sara sigh in turn.

“No, I refuse to see you fall in that pit again. You’ll get a drink when you start feeling better. But I’ve never seen you act like this before.”

“Fuck off. I don’t want to talk about it.” Noah tried ending the conversation, but Sara persisted.

“Or do you just not know what you feel in order to ta-”

“SARA!” Noah yelled, making Sara cringe as her ears fell back, his words echoing through the forest. “Can’t ya stop talkin’? For once?”

He saw her lip tremble.

Groaning, he slammed his head on his arms again as his fists clenched. “This is pointless. Can’t even help someone without making them panic, thinking I was going to hurt them. And now I’ve made you upset, too. And angry earlier. Great. Maybe you’re wrong, Sara. Maybe I am just an asshole. I won't get better and beat this stupid program. This program was a waste of the DMWA's money, in whatever sneaky, unlawful way they got it.”

“Don’t say that, you’re a sweetheart.” Sara retorted, eyes brimming with tears, ignoring his distrust with the DMWA. “You were just a bit quick and forward was all. You caught him by surprise.”

“I made him think I was an enemy. Or-... I don’t know with Mad people anymore, maybe I made him think he’s the enemy because his soul is naturally dangerous. I don’t fuckin’ care. I’m done.”

“Done…?” Sara whimpered as she watched Noah get up. “What do you mean-”

“Just… Done…” Noah’s tone was icy as he glared at her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’m walkin’ back and leavin’. Good luck with anyone findin’ the real goal ring. Pretty sure Zari took it with him, what with the few holes it’s gotten from an altercation he had with one of the others.”

Sara stared at him in disbelief, her chin trembling now as she tried to fight off the tears. She shook her head and charged him, tackling him. He knew this was coming, this was scarily common, so he stood his ground and didn't fall. He winced at her grip though. Looking over his shoulder, Sara’s tears were staining the back of his thin jacket. “Don’t say that! Just because you made two people shed tears? Where’s your resolve? I thought you didn't care about that!” She growled. “You even promised we’d do this together! I can’t do this without you, Noah. And even if we do find other partners later, I don’t want to be in the FATE program if you’re not in it.”

Noah paused. He chewed the inside of his cheek again. She was surprisingly right. Why was he getting upset over making two people cry? Why did it matter so much to him? Did he actually like Zari? Was it because of his endearing awkwardness or the fact that he just seemed so… Lost? Noah sighed, he was going to think about this later. For now, he sighed, shaking his head. “I didn’t believe it when he said he didn’t know how to resonate. But for now, I can only take him at his word. Let’s go back. Together. We can sort out this mess later. And, if we need to retrieve Zari, we can find him again.”

Giving Sara the game plan, the werewolf nodded, quickly wiping away her tears and sniffling as she looked up at Noah with a smile. “Okay, let’s go.” Noah looked at her puffy, red eyes and the splotched cheeks. He smirked at himself with contempt, his handiwork. He used to make Sara so happy. No matter what he did, she’d just smile and laugh it away. Now, she cried because of him. It wasn’t just that either, it was that his offer to help was rejected by a possible friend. A possible friend he knew he could count on due to his ability to survive with ease. One he wouldn’t so easily lose unless it was through Madness, which he could prevent or at least stall with his wavelength if they ever resonated.

Setting their emotions aside to deal with later, Noah transformed back into the staff. Sara held him behind her in one hand as she sped off towards the yard, hoping no one won yet.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C​

With her leg heading straight for the ball it was in short order that a loud bang followed with a flash hit her senses from in close and without warning. Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw, the former two star was caught off guard, not considering such an assault as possible, expecting only Weapons and Meisters, no shrapnel had hit her, that narrowed down the options considerably, and this was her punishment for not focusing on the souls and wavelengths around her.

“Blyat!” Shaking her head a little, she continued her kick, unsure of where it went as her eyes adjusted to the sudden assault. She suspected it to be the work of one of those around her, given such things didn’t happen out of the blue and likely the work of a mage given there was no follow up physical damage. Or it was a mighty unique wavelength, letting her right hand drop to one of her knives she waited for a follow up assault that was sure to come, but did not as long seconds passed and ringing echoed through her ears, she follows the blur left by her leg as her vision clears bit by bit.

To see one of the watchers going after a ball half… No. That wasn’t right, there were two halves and her kick was well off the mark. That settled that, this was the work of magic. With interest she watched the girl deploy chains from her body, fighting hard as she did so and ending up partially in the trees and with a painful dislocation of one of her arms. Nadia attempted to stand and wobbled as she fought off the sensations of her physical senses.

“Ahhaha! Debil! Have fun in the fucking trees! Oww..no yelling..” Calling the girl a moron and fool in her own tongue, she was much too wobbly to continue the chase or battle, her head hurting as she sat there for a bit, turning her head to get her bearings.

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Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C​

One moment, Dani was ready to watch the ensuing bullshit of whatever else was going to go wrong. However, then she felt her feet leave the ground. She hadn’t moved, or jumped, or been hit with anything. It took her a few moments to process that she was being whisked away from the chaos.

Her stone cold expression replaced itself with a dumbstruck one similar to when Zosar first greeted her as she gathered her bearings. He was carrying her now—like a fucking princess!

“The fuck—What the fuck?!” She questioned, instinctively jerking a bit as she processed exactly what was happening.
After she did, the pastel-colored girl had half a mind to punch him. He was nice, sure, but that didn’t mean you could just hoist her around like a ragdoll! Though looking up at him, that stupid, friendly smile of his was gone and the same with his tone. Her face settled back into an expression of sternness as it seemed he wasn’t trying anything. However, just as she folded her arms and resigned to let him play hero, suddenly she was airborne again with a brief yelp in surprise.

As gravity pulled her back down, Dani instinctively grasped for anything she could, which in this case was Zosar’s shoulder and neck. He had caught her, though that didn’t make the whole thing any less embarrassing. Then he had the gall to babe her.

Who the fuck was babe?!

Slightly red-faced and silent, Dani bounced to her feet relatively quickly. Her scowl was back, though it looked more like a pout with the change in hue. Then, he just started talking about the blondie. Dani didn’t care. It was a passing comment. She didn’t care about what—Just what the hell was going on over there?

Questioning if she saw what she thought she saw, Zosar opted to go check on the girl. The moody girl grumbled a bit at the compliment and averted her gaze slightly. “...Not like it’s any of my business… either way, just cause I haven’t hit you yet doesn’t mean I’m sweet.”

After he left, Dani let out a deep exhale to regain her temperament before glancing around. She contemplated checking on the giant. They weren’t comrades, or friends. Was she really going to do it just because the pretty-boy asked? No—Of course not. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be free of the nonsense sticking to herself, so it was just better to gather with the least insane.

Yes. That was the strategy.

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Spoiler: Collab bits

As Dani approached the giant woman in a stumbling stupor, the pink-haired girl narrowed her gaze a bit. Sure, going with the least insane was best but—she also wondered how much Nadia fit into that.

“Oi, Amazon. Do we need to call an ambulance or something? You look fucked.” She commented blanketly.

“Amazon? Do I look or sound Brazilian?” She says with a bit of a narrowed gaze, turning her head to face the pink haired girl. Thinking back on it she was one of the ones that sat back and watched, why was she here now?

“If you are wanting the ball it is out in the woods with the chain girl. Or would you happen to be a witch?” With her knife still out, Nadia was at least not swinging it at the girl or threatening her… Well not yet.

“No, you look like a giant,” Dani replied simply.

Keeping her hands in her jacket pockets, the girl appeared relatively unintimidated. She rolled her eyes a bit and pulled one hand out and extended it. In a fraction of a moment, a pink blade shot from her knuckles, remaining a moment on display before retracting into Dani’s skin.

“No, I’m not a fuckin’ witch, less you call that a magic trick,” Dani replied. “And I’m not interested in the fake-ass easy pass. Dunno what they’re getting at with this, but it’s pretty obvious that it’s bullshit.”

“A weapon and a sword no less.. And with a little bite. Who knows maybe you have some value after all.” Nadia says in short order at the display, putting her own knife away she nods.

“Very good then. When I find who did that to me there will be a reckoning.. But ah, I do think as you said, I am a bit fucked up. Or at least I would rather not be out here with a headache.”

Laughing a bit at the giant remark, Nadia climbs to her feet, towering over the girl a bit. “Hmm, there is more truth to that than you know.” Shaking her head, a bit as if to be dizzy, she reaches up to her face to rub her temple along the right side of her face. “But ah, tell me, what is your name? Or should I just call you Girl and Sword? My name is Nadia for you, I much rather it than Giant.”

Raising a brow at that, Dani was a little perturbed by the remark. It was odd to speak of value, but then again, she was a Demon Weapon. It wouldn’t be the first time she heard something like that, or perhaps the woman just gauged people in general like that. It also wouldn’t be a first.

“I’d rather not be out here, period. This is a massive shitshow,” Dani stated firmly as the giantess stood to full height.

She really was an Amazon, forcing the smaller girl to look upward. Dani wasn’t even short—she was tall for her sex, yet still this woman was taller. “Dani. Use it, or sword. Doesn’t matter to me… You ain’t gonna vomit or anything… yeah?”

“I only did what I did on principle and as I expected more to try and take the easy way out so I could see what they are.. And Dani.” Pondering over the name she could not be sure if it was the idea of a ‘creative’ parent or short for something else. There were not too many girl names that it could lead off towards. Still she had no point in pressing the girl on it as she shakes her head a bit, not so much to say no, as to clear her head, even her voice was a bit raised for a little while before settling on a lower tone.

“No, I think I will not vomit, even spinning has stopped, but my head hurts and it is not from my Vodka.. Though I dare not risk it by trying some.”

“Principle.” Dani couldn’t say she agreed. Hell, she certainly didn’t join the Russian’s march. She was a weird one too, though compared to everyone else…

Listening to her ponder the name, it was indeed short, though Dani wouldn’t be clarifying. Daniella sounded too prissy for her liking. Especially with this group, making that known was asking for someone to piss her off with it.

“...You brought fucking booze?”

“Heheh I said I had principles, I never said they were the same as yours. You are the one that said, yes, that this was a shit show and I expected much the same. I am not drunk or an alcoholic I would say, but I carry a flask of Vodka, a little drink now and then never hurt anyone, especially in winter, plus with my lighter I can spit it out and set something or someone troublesome on fire. Will not burn much in the case of someone but startles them well enough for my knife.”

With a grin on her face, she reaches for the flask and taps it. “Care for a sip?”

Dani processed what the woman said. Yes, she too belonged here. Most definitely. Or, perhaps she was just that Russian. Either way, Dani was going to ignore the admittance of burning people and glanced back in the direction of the field. Appearing somewhat conflicted, she turned back to Nadia.

“...Fuck it, I’ll need it,” She accepted. She wasn’t going back there without spirit.

“Za vas. To you.” She says offering over the flask. “Don’t be greedy though. Who knows what the rest of this glorious day has in store.” Though the manner in which she said glorious held in tone she had about the same thoughts on this day. “The fact the leader of it will not even show themselves says plenty to me, though I suspect I will hear something back about that.”

Giving a nod, Dani takes the flask and brings it to her lips after a brief sniff. “Thanks…”

Taking a swig, she makes a bit of a face, showcasing that partaking in alcohol is a rare activity, if one she has indulged in at all. Exhaling, Dani hands the flask back.

“Don’t remind me,” She commented, not wanting to think about how this could get worse. “Doesn’t want to deal with the reject class, maybe they want us to off each other, see if our madness will pop off… Who knows.” The girl tugs at her own collar a bit. Dani was sure that for someone with ambitions, it was infuriating. For her, though, it was just–Whatever.

Taking note of the collar and mention of madness, something distant plays out across the woman’s face as if to be staring at something which was not there, or beyond, as her icy demeanor returns soon after. Calming her wavelength back down, Nadia gives a nod and snorts.

“Such a face, ha, someone is a bit new to this I see. Though look at it like this, if you can only think of this as bad, then if it is better it can only come as a pleasant surprise… Though rejects, they just don’t understand how things are, how one must survive. But ah, my head is killing me, I think for now I shall return to that car, I rather not move on from this with a migraine.”
Whether Dani didn’t notice the look or didn’t care, either way she didn’t comment on it. She only scoffed when the woman mentioned her face.

“Fuck off, I can’t buy the shit,” Dani replied. If she could, she may be an alcoholic. “Either way, I’m not an optimist…”
Moving with her, the cars might at least serve as cover for any further bombs that go off.

“Optimism is not always for the best. It can kill, and speaking of killing, I think I’ll have some.. Hmm, yes, some words with who had done this. Yes. Words.” With that the pair continue mostly in silence.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C

Jarvis blinked. “…Me? Sad?”

He’d never really thought about himself as sad…but perhaps the general disinterest he felt for most was a sign of depression? He hadn’t exactly gotten diagnosed after undergoing the ritual to become a bloodsucker…or the event—13 years ago—in which he defeated his old partner and consumed her soul. Not that he regretted doing what he had to. Clawed, gauntlet-hand to his to his face, Jarvis thought about it for a moment before shrugging and deciding he really didn’t care. There was no “cure” for depression just as there was no “cure” for being a bloodsucker. At this point, it was already a part of who he was…and the idea of getting a counselor to tell him to “be happy” was just too annoying to bear.

“I suppose I could be…I wouldn’t know. You meisters are supposed to be better at the whole soul-reading thing.” Jarvis paused, tilting his head slightly as he considered the wolf-eared girl before him. “You’re an awfully nice kid, aren’tcha?”

He didn’t need to ability to look into souls to tell that much. Even if she wanted to stop him from winning, there was no malice about her. It wasn't as if he thought he deserved the first score more than any others in the program either.

"Fair enough," Jarvis shrugged again. “While I appreciate the vote of confidence, I wouldn’t have minded if you had considered me a coward. It’s kind of true anyway.”

Took him 16 years to get off his butt and return to DWMA. A grade-A procrastinator, right there. Even now he was slowly edging his way towards the second half of the ball…a fact he would come to regret (moving slowly that is) when the Ice-blooded warrioress from center-field came charging in towards it. And a…cat? Definitely not a normal cat. Jarvis picked up his pace, and might’ve been able to reach Nadia, if not for Sara blocking his path with more swings of the golden staff that forced the bloodsucker to dodge.

Again and again, Jarvis avoided the spinning swings and thrusts, measuring the timing each time. Fast. Sara clearly knew what she was doing with a staff. However, it was obvious, at least to Jarvis, that she had no real intention of hitting him with her full power. That she was simply trying to keep him distracted. Her swings and thrusts only came when he tried to move forward, after all.

“Being more or less broken than any of you has nothing to do with it.” Sidestepping yet another thrust meant to keep him at bay, Jarvis caught the demon staff in his clawed gauntlet and tightened his grip, intending to hold it still. Just dodging wasn’t getting him anywhere. With any luck, he might be able to yank her out of the way as well…though just holding the resonating demon-weapon still was proving to be a bit of an effort. “Do you actually think there's anything in this program that can help you solve all your issues? I just want to avoid all the hassle. Whether I get a partner or not is inconsequential to—what the fuck?"

A rapidly expanding rainbow of lights, starting from somewhere near Nadia, forced Jarvis to look away in an instinctive reaction to protect his eyes. His eardrums rang from the sudden loud noise, of course, but, fortunately for him, undead eardrums were quite strong, even with heightened senses. He could, just barely, pick out Sara’s scream from all the noise. Feel the demon weapon, her partner, disappear from his grip. Was it a bomb? No…he would’ve heard something thrown before then. Magic? It certainly didn’t feel like someone’s wavelength…

Eyes squinted, Jarvis forced himself to look up, in case something serious happened, just in time to feel something ram him from the side. It shouldn’t have knocked him off his feet. It wasn’t as strong as a swing from the resonating duo’s staff. However, Jarvis hadn’t seen it coming. Hadn’t braced himself. Was completely caught off guard. Therefore, acting on instinct, tendrils of blood extended from clawed fingertips to wrap around the football half under his arm, securing it in place, as Jarvis was knocked to the ground by a flying tackle. Perhaps if Jarvis actually breathed, you could say he felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs.

Alas, what Jarvis felt was mostly surprised. “Damn.”

The next thing he knew, he was lying flat on his back with a shield-girl on top of him. Eyes once more to the sky, Jarvis watched as not one, but two, halves of the ball sailed through the air in the direction of DWMA’s main campus. Knowing he had the second half in his grip, Jarvis knew it had to be a trick of some sort—probably from one of the F.A.T.E agents. Either that, or he was seeing double from the impact of his head hitting the ground. One or the other.

Jarvis’s first thought as he watched the ball halves fly through the sky was that Nadia, the one whose blood smelled a bit like ice, was true to her word. She had every intention of kicking the ball away as far as she could so no one could win.

His second thought, humorously, was how Lord Kidd, the school’s headmaster, would react if a football (half) were to break his office windows like in the cartoons. Agents of the F.A.T.E program would look even more like a group of delinquents than they already did.

Either way, Jarvis’s half of the ball was useless without the other half…and Jarvis was not looking forward to walking all the way back to the main campus just to retrieve a ball so they could continue playing. Was that even allowed—leaving Lot C, that is? What happened if no one scored a goal? When would the game end? Do they just sit around and wait for the teacher to arrive…if he arrived? The more Jarvis thought about it, the more tempting the idea became. He wanted to win, but doing so was taking a lot more effort than he’d bargained for. He could just tell Atli that he tried his best...

Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) someone stopped the ball—a weapon girl with chains.

The game would continue.

Letting out a sigh, Jarvis looked back up towards the shield that had him pinned to the ground with her weight. He could try shoving her off. Based on the fact that she threw herself at him instead of outright charging at him, Jarvis didn’t think she was too confident in her physical strength…but Jarvis didn’t generally like the physical way of doing things either. Easier would be to just make her fall asleep—like all other humans he encountered when he didn’t want to deal with them. Jarvis had no reason to believe that the human on top of him, weapon or not, was any different. However, Jarvis couldn’t see her face, her eyes, with the shield in the way. Therefore, hooking the clawed fingers of his free hand/gauntlet around the edges of the shield, Jarvis attempted to pry his fellow weapons arms aside—to display her face—as his eyes glowed a brighter red, almost pinkish, hue.

“Just take a nice nap, why don’t ya?”

Merciless Medic Mqueserasera

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Thaddeus Thales​

"Gauss"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Lot C
Mission A-01 Meeting
Status Perturbed

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Gauss intended to mind his own business. He really did. Zosar, though, he decided to run up after the scuffle with Athena, who was now brooding. Gauss was sure she just needed some time to cool down. Bested in battle, kisses stolen, the somewhat deep conversation. It was a lot to mull over, and Gauss had no qualms with letting her do so. Zosar was a different breed, however. Felt the need to come charging in like some kind of White Knight. Gauss hated White Knights. Only thing good about them was stripping off that shiny armor.

So he relaxed his wavelength and fell back. Zosar met her in the tree and exchanged some words of encouragement. The issue for Gauss was that some of those words were just a little too sweet. Typically, this wouldn't have bothered him. Years ago, he would have thrived on this. But now? Now it burned him. Besides, he knew Zosar was plenty strong, too. He possessed a checkered past, a wavelength perhaps as absurd as his own, and the skill to make it work. Something about Zosar of all people interjecting himself just rubbed Gauss the wrong way. It wasn't the type of thing Gauss, with his massive ego, was about to let go.

Once he saw Zosar dropped down, his Wavelength flared and he sprinted out ahead of Zosar before he could get too close to to those in the direction he was heading. Gauss had absolutely no problem expending his energy to outpace Zosar and no issues further abruptly stopping in front of him.

"Not so fast, friend," Gauss said aloud, standing in front of Zosar. Even if the Meister wanted to dart around him, Gauss fully intended to pull that collar from his neck right back to him. Of course, he was fairly certain Zosar was aware of such a tactic, so he was sure the Meister would at least stop to hear what he had to say.

"First and foremost, it's bad taste to tell some story from your friends. Don't you know? Every girl is different--every girl is a person. Each with unique wants and paces and nuances. Do you think I'd treat Athena the same?" the went on, musing about the particular topic. His tone was somewhat whimsical, but in an almost sinister way. "Angela and Becky were their own people, and got what they wanted in the end. I would even say they enjoyed themselves. For you all trying to be so low-key, they certainly didn't mind posing for a few pictures, and your good ole boy here didn't even need to ask," Gauss added, giving some relatively specific examples of precisely what he meant.

"But they're not her, are they? They're not even here. You must be able to see now why I find your interloping so rude," Gauss continued on.

Gauss then opened his hand to reveal three ball bearings now floating, spinning around in a circle with his Wavelength. "But beyond that, she was clearly shaken by the encounter. You think you know me, but you haven't lived with this ability and seen what it does. I know you're strong, but my ability is different. I can take movement. I can restrain. It is a different type of powerless than simply losing a fight to someone stronger--which she did anyway. When that happens, it takes time to process it. It can be quite traumatizing. You interrupted that process thinking you knew better, but I speculate you just made a confusing situation worse. And why? To slip in a few sly compliments? Way I see it, that doesn't make you any better than the guy she threw or myself. Split all the hairs you want about what happened during the fight, but she made the first move. Hell, before that, she was willing to fire another bearing at you. You touched her all the same--the third guy to do so today when all she wanted to do was fight. You're just another number on that list. A statistic," Gauss explained now, his monologue going on and clearly showing both his frustration and darker side.

"If you want her out of that damn tree so bad, give her a reason. You've known her for years longer than I, but I already know her well enough to know that no sweet words or reassurance are going to catch her attention now. But, you know what would? A good, old fashion brawl; and that much we can give her," Gauss said with his previously soured face turning into a malevolent grin. Then, without warning, he fired off one of the three floating bearings above his hand at Zosar--this time at full speed and at a decently close range. "If you want to really help, let's take her mind off it. Give some entertainment. So, fucking come at me, bro," Gauss added, taunting Zosar after his first act of aggression with the ball.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Lot C
Mission A-01 Meeting
Status Calculating.

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Mentions: Sybil

Plan complete. Adrian had what he wanted out of the wood. A replica of the goal. Two, actually, but that wasn't the point. It took some creativity splicing pieces of wood together as his Iron Maiden form couldn't quite make the entire shape in one go, but aside from the seamlines, his creations were nearly identical to the goal Zari ran off with. The issue was, the skirmish for the ball. Or halves. It was fucking chaos out there.

Adrian had scoured the field trying to find the best way to attain at least one of half of the ball for a little while. The fighting for it was intense. Until he saw it go flying. That was his shot. Amplified to his fullest, Adrian darted in the direction of the ball, taking one of the goals he made with him, carrying it over his torso in the same manner that Zari did earlier. No fucking wonder he was rolling, this shit is uncomfortable as fuck.

A new development kicked in as soon he neared the direction of the ball, however. Weapon chains catching the ball and leading to Adra on the ground. Interesting. He could fight her for it, but he had another idea. He wasn't that far off from her, in any case. He kept a decent distance away from her once she hit the ground and just waited.

"Hey you," he shouted out. "Name's Adrian. Can I borrow one of the halves of that ball? Either will do; I'll give it right back. I got the goal, too, so I'll trade it to you for the ball half, even," Adrian said, offering Adra a trade as opposed to a fight for it. His tone was quite genuine. He was friendly enough. Really, he just didn't want to waste any time with his upcoming plan.

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

The taunts from the distance just wedged into the demon weapon’s mind, the dialect and words foreign but the tone was drenched in a stench of mocking. It wasn’t something they couldn’t handle even in their state, but it didn’t help. The weapon just clenched her teeth and bared it. As she was making her way closer to the field however it wouldn’t be the only thing she had to deal with, now that the kid with blue hair was approaching her.

Her eyes mostly watched him, only slightly turning her head in his direction as she still was seething from what was a combination of anger, slight embarrassment, and pain. A combination that made their grimace unfriendly to look at, yet here was Adrian offering a trade with a friendly face. The polite thing to do would be to at least talk… she could practically hear the therapist talking in her ear despite her focus on her objective.

So she stopped her walk to the field to address the fellow weapon. Her therapist would be so proud.

“….. not interested…. Don’t need a goal before I get both halves, and one of the two halves I caught was fake and is gone…. If you want to borrow a half Adrian, go for the other half or wait for me to be done with this mess…” Adra slowly began to walk towards the field once more, their right hand clutching the half-a-ball with an eye on Adrian to watch him. He may have seemed friendly, but this was a program full of dysfunctionals. He could be any number of things than what he seemed! Regardless of that, the ball half was hers, and she was going to fight for it and the other half. This was her ticket!

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Mentions: RedArmyShogun
Interactions: Sir Les Paul​

 

[Mqueserasera]

PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions:
Interaction: Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel )​

One thing at a time.

Prudence had never been much of a multitasker. She never played with her phone, and even rarely read to pass the time while waiting for her train. Life is too long and tedious a thing to do it all. And everything that was going on around her could not distract Prudence from her current task. She didn’t even turn to look when some blinding flash went off somewhere outside her field of vision. She didn’t care all that much when the pair of Weapon and Meister dashed off, or when the other half of the ball was being fought over. She cared about what she was trying to accomplish, and that was more than enough. Though she hadn’t expected to be able to successfully knock the sleepy Demon Weapon over so easily. He probably was distracted. Too bad, his claws were still holding on to his half of the ball. Or so she expected. She couldn’t see anything with her sight being obstructed by her own shield. He was still struggling, clearly. Still conscious.

She drew a deep breath, considering her options. And then, like creepy creatures, claws emerged and clamped on the edge of her only defense. Strong. Many times stronger than herself, possibly. Her body went stiff. Prudence was never an athletic one. Exercises tired her out. And again, pointless. A Weapon didn’t need that much physical strength. Not a one-star one anyway. She was at a massive disadvantage.

Prudence’s shield transformed. One shield was now two for each arm. Her left shield-arm was still being restrained by her opponent’s claws. But the right one was free. No matter how strong he was, a bash to the head should still do the trick. In one quick movement, Prudence brought her free arm down on the older Weapon’s forehead. Brutal as it might seem, she didn’t quite envision it digging into his skull. She was the weaker one, after all, far weaker. It shouldn’t do much else than disorient him for a moment while she grabbed the ball.

But even that much was beyond her. The instant her arms parted, she caught a radiant red gaze. And was sucked into it. It enveloped her. Entrapped. A redness that numbed the mind, with dread or something more primal. There was apparently a critical failure when the other Weapon tried to play tricks with her mind. Perhaps his aim was to inflict her with relaxing drowsiness, with plenty of pleasant thoughts of a soft blanket of infinite fluffiness, or the welcoming comfort of a home, a pillow and a world of security that takes you in at night even when life gets rough, always there to chase away all the terrible worldly bad thoughts, tucks you in and makes you safe, then long long long tiredness that overwhelms you in dizziness and sluggish limbs, the exhaustion that spreads from limbs to mind and over your eyes darkness falls and drowns you deep in muddy places and hazy thoughts, the mind wanders to a realm of bliss, of invisible shapes and soundless voice, unknown friends and thoughtless thoughts. But Prudence's experience was just the opposite. Her fortified soul with its resistance to wavelength-based assaults had only served to strip the honey coating of Jarvis’s hypnotizing effect and allowed the rest of his bloodsucker ability to hit her in all its rawness. There she felt all the dominating nature of an ancient, primal race devouring her meager mental defense. She was commanded to fall asleep. Quite simply. No little tricks, no deception. Only bloodthirsty tendrils that flooded her mind with parasitic redness and aimed for nothing fancy but lifeforce itself. It took what was left of her energy and commanded it all to waste. It had a name: death. Coldness to which heat escaped, emptiness to which life dispersed. Body and mind both, she was overwhelmed. It was not anymore a matter of mental fortitude: her bodily functions were simply pressured to shut down. So her body went limp and collapsed on the bloodsucker. She had not the energy in her to even lift a finger. Darkness sieged her eyelids as she struggled to keep them open.

That was the end, she thought. As expected, she was no match for any of them. Even another Demon Weapon just like herself. At least she had tried. Actually, she was still trying. Even in her half-unconscious state, Prudence's gloved fingers searched for her prize, and found it within Jarvis’s claws. She gripped it, still trying to wrench it from his hand with the pathetic strength of an invalid.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Lot C
Mission A-01 Meeting
Status Calculating.

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Mentions: Sybil

Adrian expected that type of response, but Adrian was flexible. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Besides, he didn't want to resort to combat in this case if he didn't have to. Convincing her to just let him borrow it would be much, much faster.

"I get it, you went through hell to get the ball, no reason to trust a stranger, but I don't intend on running away with it or even trying to score," Adrian said to her. He then rummaged through all of his pockets to pull out his wallet, phone, and keys, then showed them all to her in his hands. "I quite sincerely mean to just borrow it for a moment or two, I'll give it right back. As collateral, I'll give you everything I have on me, hell even the shirt off my back if you want it. If I don't return the ball as promised, smash it, shred it, I saw what you can do, so I know you're perfectly capable. Besides, it looks like you're a pretty damn effective weapon like myself. I'm not really keen on another fight for something I don't intend on keeping," Adrian explained, quite sincerely upping the ante for the exchange of the ball half with a genuine trade put in front of her.

"So what do you say? I'll still even let you keep the goal, though I would like my other stuff back when we're done," he asked again, nodding to the various items of relatively high value in his hands.

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

The weapon before her had her stumped. Her face contorted in confusion and almost discomfort as he seemed to throw all he had in on getting the ball for a few moments. She even took a step back!

Is he mental? I mean… nevermind…. But what is his deal? Who would want it just for a few moments… he could ruin everything…

She had been thrown off of her game, her narrowing focus and seething thoughts put on a simmer as she began to level out with such a bizarre turn of events.

“…. Fine shit jeez…. Hand over your wallet and the goal… and keep the damn shirt on I am not interested in seeing more… you do anything that I can’t see to it? I’ll kill you.” She huffed and put out a hand to receive collateral, which once received she would hand over the half a ball with intent on watching him closely.

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Interactions: Sir Les Paul​

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

Location Death City, Lot C
Mission A-01 Meeting
Status Calculating.

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Mentions: Sybil

Adrian did as promised. He handed her the items she requested, outside of his shirt, and retrieved the ball. For him, it was all coming together. He looked at the half first and foremost for a few moments, taking in visibly some of its traits. He then looked back up to Adra and nodded. "Glad we could come to an arrangement," he told her, still quite genuine before taking a step back.

"Now, I'm going to transform. My form is an Iron Maiden, entirely stationary. Don't worry, I'm not about to just run off with the ball, but I need it inside of me to take some measurements. I assure you, I have no intention on destroying it or keeping it from you; you have things of far greater value to me to destroy, but I did want to inform you so you don't think I'm pulling something funny," he explained to her. He didn't exactly wait for a response, however. Instead, the red light of weapon transformation coated his body and in just a quick flash he was in his full Iron Maiden form with the ball inside.

The doors closed. The sound of what must have been hundreds of spikes forming back to back wretched through its interior. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. On until just under a minute before he transformed back into his human form, holding the ball in hand and extending his arm with it in hand to Adra, still as promised completely intact. "That's all I needed, and as promised, here's this," he told her in a fairly confident tone, still with a sense of finality to it. The deal was done. Promise was met. While it may seem cold, he didn't need Adra or the ball anymore, so he was completely willing to cut ties and go on to the next phase. He just needed his stuff back.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Zosar vs. Gauss
A Battle of Chads​

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Gauss’ appearance hadn’t been something he’d expected. To say he was surprised though would’ve been a lie. He’d sensed him coming and so knowing what that wavelength could do, Zosar had wisely chosen to stop instead of testing his peer’s reasons for approaching him.

However what he hadn’t expected was for Gauss to be so riled up by his simple act of checking up on Athena. It confused him more than it did anything else. And the comparison he was making, if Zosar hadn’t been sensing the frustration in Gauss growing, he would have snorted and laughed. Had it not been for the fact that Gauss was manipulating those potential projectiles, Zosar would have spoken up sooner. The very hint he had implied with Becky and Angela and Susan, had nearly made him say something. But- it was a dig- he knew it. He knew them. So he kept quiet. Already, wavelength was in his system. Small spikes, tiny ones really, flooding his body. It was enough to get him to move faster, and at the same time it also acted as a preparation to allow him to focus specific areas with his wavelength where needed if-- when, Gauss decided to use those little spinning bearings.

Had he been given the chance to actually speak, had he not presumed it would be in his best interest not to flatly cut Thales off, he would have told him that he had no interest in sparring with him right now. No interest in playing a part in whatever show Gauss wanted them to perform.

The lack of interest however, did not stop him from being ready to counter the moment he felt the shift in emotion from irritation, to malicious glee. Already he’d been leaning slightly away from Gauss the moment he’d seen the hand present those annoying little things. So when the attack was launched, he had time.

Time was really on his side. In the span of a few milliseconds, he focused his wavelength into his entire body, pulled to the right and with a twist as he moved back, dodged. Gauss, having gauged the type of reaction that Zosar was proceeding with, decided on a different tactic than he had already used. He released the entire contents of two of his belt clips onto the ground, scattering countless bearings into the dirt.

Then they suddenly shot forward, scattering the ground around Zosar. Not only were they like landmines, each one would become a slippery, dangerous surface. A dirty trick if there was one.

“Son of a-- dude!” he snapped at the realization. “What is your problem?”

Gauss didn’t respond verbally. Instead, with his opposite his, he lifted one of his fingers- another spike- and up shot three ball bearings from the ground straight at Zosar, aiming at his torso from three opposite directions. ”I already explained, didn’t?” he asked. ”I’m cheering Athena up.” he explained.

Instinct, and he jumped. Not enough to simply have each bearing coming at him to just pass under, but Zosar leaped, high enough that even as he was ascending, he curved, backflipping midair and turning it into an arc as he rolled into a reverse cannonball that sent him flipping far enough, as he guessed, out of range. Gauss proved he was definitely not a stationary fighter either. Seeing Zosar move back and jump through the air, he knew two things. Changing the course of his direction would be next to impossible and Gauss would need to stay in range for his magnetism.

Gauss launched himself forward, following Zosar as he moved backwards. While he did this, it allowed for two things. One, while Zosar could not change his path mid air, the bearings most certainly could. Upon reaching his height, each missed one turned direction to aim directly at him laterally, still moving full speed–in fact, as if they had just been launched. Secondly, the flood of bearings beneath him was allowed to follow, this time forming in shape directly under where Gauss predicted Zosar to land.

Breaking on his next flip to land on his feet, as gravity did it’s work to bring him down, Zosar used his wavelength, concentrating it into both feet while stabilizing the little in his body. Aware that his little stunt had done nothing of major help but simply moved where he was caged, he hoped this would work. Feet buzzing with the faint glow, the second his tiptoe hit the ground- he released the wavelength concentrated in that spot- that released kinetic energy, the second his leading foot landed, he brought the other foot down and put the energy he’d been charging into it, out. The first hit cracked ground, the second, uprooted it as the meister dug his foot in.

This was the opening Gauss waited for. While one may not consider a raised stance an opening, Gauss most certainly did. He had already been moving forward, so now all he needed to do was continue that motion with a Soul Force strike. Throwing a simple, but direct punch, Gauss intended on polarizing the right forearm of Zosar that he had raised in his defensive boxer stance, and doing so all while his Wavelength Amplification was still active. His bearings were thrown back from the kinetic force of the kick, but he was nimble enough to avoid tripping over dislodged and uprooted earth as he made his way towards his target. Meanwhile, the two bearings he had in his opposite hand now shot themselves directly at Zosar, this time aimed directly for each of his shins. A split attack. Even if Zosar countered the incoming punch, he would get a painful surprise to his lower body. Again, another dirty trick. Another one he’d have to weather.

And so he’d chosen to deal with only the option that was the least costly. The experience showed, the stance shifted instantly the moment the sign of a punch was being thrown and with ease, he slipped away, moved like a gazelle, a skillfully executed dodge as he not only moved away Gauss’ punch and swiveled around him but did a backwards hop to further their distance by more than a few feet. Yet the distance did not matter for the bearings, merely curved to follow their target at Gauss' order. Had he seen the projectiles coming, maybe he could’ve dodged- but that was the sacrifice he made choosing to avoid the touch that would make him a walking magnet at the cost of his own mobility.

The attempts at pushing his buttons had been expected, but this, the pain-- surprise was hidden due to the wince and grunt, but in its place swiftly for the first time since this charade began- anger- controlled anger bubbled to the surface as he adjusted his footing. Taking a new stance in the form of kung fu.


If it hadn’t been for him using Amplification on his legs, he’d probably have suffered something worse than just the soreness he was going to be feeling. If Gauss really wanted an actual brawl, Zosar had now been given every reason to comply. This ‘friendly’ little dance was over.

The intensity that was now in his eyes, even while in pain, showed as his breathing changed.

Holding back as he had been was clearly only going to just encourage this cocky rich boy into using him like a toy. So this time, he didn’t just rev his wavelength while maintaining his Amplification in his body- he flared his soul to release a bit more energy than the bits he’d been using for precise movements or concentrated efforts like his previous Soul Strike. This wouldn’t be just a pinch, it was a full hand. With the awareness of Maai, the distance between him and Gauss, as well as how quickly Gauss could close that gap or summon more bearings, in one swift movement, Zosar moved himself towards Gauss with a shuffle and step, a circular move around the opposing Meister as he drew near.

Zosar looked like he was finally taking a stand. Despite his raw power, that is precisely what Gauss wanted. Gauss could see every piece of Wavelength flow through him and where it concentrated. His full hand full of that raw power. Still, he did not strike. The fact Zosar was delaying this meant he was looking for a counter strike. Given that Gauss was already far outside of his comfort range in terms of Karate now, proceeding would be a careful dance of action.

He was close, which meant the momentum of the fight could keep going. Gauss didn’t quit or let up. Quite the opposite. He knew the bearings did their damage to. With Zosar charging his upper body and his lower damaged, Gauss ducked down for a low sweep to Zosar’s legs, using the ground to brace his entire body, his hands grabbing fistfuls of dirt as he clenched it all for the sake of bracing himself. He remained low enough that a punch from that empowered fist would not be easy, and tagging him with his foot would work just as well as his hand. All the while, three more of his bearings fired upward at the torso of Zosar like pinballs from the ground with Gauss out of clear range due to his low sweep.

So to get him in range, Zosar went into the attack. There was no point in dodging one needle when there were a hundred all around him. He squatted in a duck that saw the bearings flying clear over him, then the second he had fallen to one knee, the leg sweep connected, and he instantly, with his other hand having been charging since he made the move to duck, he applied the right charged in a palm strike directly into Gauss’ calf, from the second he hit him with that sweep. Then with amplification increased, doubled his reaction time and speed, and struck straight for Gauss' open stomach. If the first hit from his right palm didn’t cause immediate Rejection with how much Wavelength he had put into that hand, then the one aimed for his gut would not only wind him with the force of a professional boxer punch, but should do the job.

A squatting position was hardly a normal stance. While Gauss may have plenty of countermoves, none immediately came to mind to block that incoming punch. And, with the power Zosar was putting behind it, Gauss was well aware he had no effective way of dodging. Sure, he could try to roll back, but that created two problems. First, it would put him out of range for the majority of his bearings on the ground. Second, he still likely wouldn’t be entirely out of range in time given Zosar’s raw speed, so while he may dampen the force, he was still going to get hit by that Wavelength.

Gauss made a split-second executive decision. He clenched the muscles in his core and stomach and withdrew as much of his wavelength into it as he could, amplifying the point he knew Zosar was going to hit. If he was going to weaponize his Wavelength, Gauss wasn’t going to make it easy. The palm strike to his calf hurt, sure, but it still did its job of polarizing Zosar. He was sure Zosar took more immediate damage from the bearings to his shins, anyway, so in Gauss’ mental chess game, he was still at a net win.

Now came the next step. A crucial moment that would likely dictate the entire flow of this fight. Gauss took the incoming punch to his gut at its full force with no guard aside from his clenched core and wavelength amp. Once he felt that connection, he pulled his hands from the ground, ripping up handfuls of dirt to throw directly into the face–and more importantly the eyes–of Zosar while in the same motion forfeiting his balance on the ground in favor of grabbing Zosar’s own wrist to use it as support. He wasn’t attempting to polarize him this time, he was on the defense. Besides, he couldn’t split his focus any more than he already had.

Zosar may have dodged the bearings by ducking, but again, each one could be redirected. What Gauss forfeit in his hands, he made up for by ripping the bearings from their trajectory directly over Zosar and pulling them down onto him to strike him. And this time, Gauss had Zosar by the arm. If he wanted any amount of duration for this strike, he was going to have to take the full brunt of those bearings raining down on him. This time, however, he had them aimed for Zosar’s neck and skull. All the while, his now polarized thigh began attracting bearings of its own. Although these weren’t painful or with force, they did cling to his outer thigh. A few, at first. Two, four, six, but the longer he stood still, the more nearby ones would attach themselves to him.

Each of the two were in terribly exposed spots and Gauss was the first to take the hit. He felt it. That volatile wavelength pour through him. It was undoubtedly powerful, more so than any Soul Force he felt before. The force of the hit alone was enough to cause an immediate shot of pain through his body and would have knocked the wind out of him if not for his current crouched position. Gauss was on the exhale. But the first inhale following would surely hurt. Had he not prepared for it, that strike alone would have laid him out entirely for the fight. However, it still wasn’t over. With Zosar amplifying it with his wavelength, he now had to feel that spiritual force try push into him and penetrate through the wall of Wavelength he created to combat it. It was a losing battle and for the moment demanded all of his attention. The last act he could perform until they disengaged. He had to hope between the dirt in Zosar’s eyes and the bearings coming down that something would create an opening, else there was no doubt this exchange would get chalked up to Gauss biting off more than he could chew.


So the second he felt hands, two on one arm right around his wrist, the response was to immediately get Gauss off of him. Uncertain what he had even done, aware that there were more and more things being added on to his person that would probably just act against him, expecting the dirt Gauss had flung, through closed eyes and grit teeth, Zosar charged his wrist and a fraction of his forearm with his wavelength and then pulled to wrench his arm out of Gauss’ grasp. The second he did, even as he pulled out, one bearing still managed to land even as he distanced himself from Gauss.

Seeing Zosar get some distance was a slight relief. That blow to his core was something. It took a moment for Gauss to stand up and even when he did, he honestly felt like hurling. This is what Angela warned him about. Zosar was a beast in terms of raw power. Of course, Zosar was worse for wear, too. From what Gauss could see, blood trickled from his scalp and he had no less than eight ball bearings on his thigh. Neither one of them came out of this unscathed. But given Zosar opted to get that distance, he must have at least been shaken by the blow he took. Still, Gauss wagered he took the worst of it.

”Glad to see,” Gauss said, although speaking caused a sudden cough at which he realized blood was running from the side of his lip, justifying his belief that Zosar definitely did some internal damage. ”... that you stopped being a bitch.”

Eyes narrowed, nostrils flared with the snort. “Give up. Next time I land a hit I’m going to make sure you feel it worse than that. That shit you pulled with my legs was uncalled for.” he stated in a cold tone, ignoring the barb there. “Doing all this for some game, is dumb. Call it a draw now, and I’ll forget the shit you just pulled earlier.”

”Seems I was wrong,” Gauss replied. It was cold.Just as cold as Zosar. None of the ranting he had was going to dissuade Gauss at this point. Instead, Gauss shook off what he could from that previous blow and returned to a new stance, legs spread wide, one hand outstretched and open with the other pulled in close as a fist. Tighter. More defensive than earlier. Gauss had a clear focus, same as his adversary.

The Regal Rper Britt-21 Prizzy Kriyze @ Everyone else watching

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

Adra watched him closely as she handed over the half of the ball and Adrian transformed, the talks proving to gain just enough trust to wait for this measuring to be over with. All while she watched the iron maiden inwardly contort, she occasionally watched around in case of someone trying to take advantage of the fact she was not on the move. Being still for this long couldn't be beneficial... but here she was. When the iron maiden gave way to his human form once more, Adra would approach and hand him his things while taking back the half of the ball he borrowed. She would take the goal as well, unaware of its fake nature.

".... good... luck I guess with what you are doing..." She hesitantly walked away, making sure to glance back at Adrian occasionally before stashing the goal as to not slow her down. She could revisit the goal once she has the ball, and the goal being hidden gave her an advantage. Once again, however, she had no clue how fake the goal was. One thing she did know, she was tired of copies and now was paranoid of another incident of the simulacrum she fell prey to. She transformed her right hand, dragging blades down the side of the ball to make three cuts to identify the ball hopefully in case of more tricks. It wasn't much, but she was going to try to prep for whatever may be ahead when she makes it to the edge of the open field. Now able to fully witness the commotion of fights from all sides, she eventually had her eyes settle on the shield weapon and man on the ground. The odd interaction between them certainly seemed strange with the weapon seemingly being disarmed, but the two were not nearly as interesting as the ball held by the man.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C

Even as the shield arm came down towards his head, Jarvis didn’t move, his eyes locked upon her grey ones as soon as the barrier covering her face split. For a moment, he thought it didn’t work…but then it did…just not in the way he expected it to. Jarvis saw the moment the pale-faced girl stiffened, her body slumping over as if not by will of her own. He’d seen dread in those eyes.

Had he tried too hard? For some reason, he felt slightly hungrier after that as well.

Sighing, Jarvis caught the body of the girl as she fell on top of him, watching her struggle to keep them open.

Eyes are the windows to the soul and this holds doubly true for our kind.

That was how Elvira explained the power to him when she showed him how to use his version of ‘Hypnotic Eyes’. It was one of the oldest tools of the bloodsuckers, a natural ability that let him impress his desires, the will of his soul, onto others. Onto his prey. Functionally, his variation only really put others to sleep, as was his soul’s general desire, amplifying the sounds and qualities it naturally and produced so the victim could better hear what he—it—wanted. Jarvis didn’t have a very dominating soul…or so he thought.

But the fear had been there, in her eyes, just before her human body caved to his commands—as if she’d seen, through his eyes, the true nature of the monster soul he possessed. Jarvis let out another sigh. As tempting as it was to stay this way, he wouldn’t be able to complete F.A.T.E by lying down and joining the young weapon in her nap. Forcing himself to his feet, Jarvis carefully lifted the girl—whose name he still didn’t know—up bridal style and carried her off the field to where those watching from the sidelines were, ignoring the bits of grass that stuck to his hair. As lazy as he was he was, he Jarvis wasn’t jerk enough to leave a sleeping girl out on the field where all the action was.

Passing a tall guy with his phone out, the one who had gotten thrown earlier, Jarvis glanced at him briefly, before nestling the classily dressed girl at the base of a nearby tree…close enough to the other students so they could protect her if something happened(like a ball slamming into her or something)…but far enough away from the…meister?...duo that were fighting off field. Hopefully. Considering they were fighting hard enough to smell blood, it wasn't something she'd want to get in between. What were they fighting about? Jarvis could only guess…but considering it wasn’t over a ball…probably over something pointless. At least those playing the game had a goal—to complete the Final Attempt before Termination Effort. To re-join DWMA.

Even now, in her sleepy state, she was attempting to tug the ball from his grasp. It was admirable, really, if not somewhat cute. Perhaps if she’d gone after him after securing a partner—a meister—she might’ve stood a chance. DWMA sent their agents in pairs after monsters for a reason, after all. Alas, the only ones he thought capable of taking the ball away from him currently in a straight up fight were Sara and her partner.

“Sleep,” Jarvis said soothingly as he removed her hand from the ball(half) and placed it back over her lap. “You don’t want this anyway, Kid. It’d only make you a target…and you can’t defend it as you are now.”

Another half and the goal were still needed before an attempt could be made. The smart move would be to hide his half of the ball until he managed to acquire the other parts necessary to pass…but that would drag the game out longer than it had to be. The sooner this was done the better. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been looking to see who’d taken the goal in the end, but he’d seen the purple haired chain whip save the half Nadia sent flying. Fortunately, he didn’t have to track her down.

He'd caught the scent of the…chemical…her chain length emanated when she’d caught the ball near the edges of the field. Seemed she had no intention of hiding from him. Or, perhaps that had been her attempt at hiding from him? He’d felt her eyes watching him the entire time he carried Shield girl off the field, yet she didn’t seem eager to approach and say hello. Bidding her time, waiting for him to let down his guard perhaps? Waiting for an opportunity to snatch up the ball with her chains? Or was she being polite and just waiting? Jarvis yawned. Whichever the case, win or lose, he was eager to get the game over with and return to his coffin.

The sun was annoying.

He was getting a little hungry as well.

Pulling his fluffy hood back over his head, Jarvis dashed over to where he caught the scent of the Chain girl, jumped high in the air, flipped, and landed in a crouch behind her. “Nice save.”

An honest compliment. She saved him a lot of time by retrieving the ball and bring it back to the field. Well…the edge of the field…but details mattered little to Jarvis. He studied the human curiously, watching her movements.

“Would you like to fight over the ball halves now…or work together to connect the balls, find the goal…,” Jarvis shrugged. “…then fight over who gets to take the first shot? We seem to be the only ones who want to play this game seriously anyway.”

Jarvis didn’t know if the other agents were simply too crazy to care about passing their Final Attempt before Termination Effort, didn’t believe they could win, didn't believe the school would let them win, bidding their time in the sidelines to for an opportunity to swoop in and steal the win, or knew something he didn’t about the program. Regardless, Nadia, Sara, and the tattooed guy who knocked the goal post down made their opinions clear enough. They had no intention of letting anyone else score. Fortunately, the tall, ice-blooded woman seemed to be temporarily taken out of the game by a flashbang…and he hadn’t a clue where Sara’s partner had taken her.

Or where the cat got to.

Either way, it didn't really matter to him how the Chain whip girl responded, but Jarvis disliked fighting unless he had to...and, until the goal was within their sights, it didn't feel like he had to. Technically, physical fighting wasn't even requirement to score. It just made things quicker. Then again, a coin flip worked just as fast. Less of a hassle as well.

Mqueserasera Sybil

(mentioned: Phayne Britt-21 Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper )

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C
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Upon reaching the car, Nadia takes a leaning seat against the driver side wheel well, turning her attention back to the field. It seemed the males from before were in the thick of combat, studying them in advance it was as amusing as it was shocking how quickly the fight went from a minor scuffle to a full blown down and out battle. Studying the two fighters, Nadia proceeded to make some notes, the one with the lighter hair seemed to affect magnetism and she found it hard to take her eyes away from him, his battle style was rooted into his power and his kung-fu. Her battle sense and some other sensation leaked into her mind as she dwells on him for a bit. Curling her right fist under her chin to rest her face, she felt something tugging.

His power seemed to be rooted in..

It was then that she forced an iron door slammed shut in her mind, finding the attention of others fixed upon him she puts this down to being something as damaging as any spell, if her theory was right in any case. Watching as he went to touch the dark-haired male, or Zosar wasn't it? Yes Zosar, which in turn attracted some of the ball bearings that the lighter haired man had deployed only confirmed what she was starting to think, forcing her attention upon Zosar, he was equally no slouch, very acrobatic and maneuverable, his strikes were a bit unorthodox but efficient and aimed at key vitals and joints. Her money as it stood was on the first male, his ranged and manipulative abilities were an advantage of their own. However, Zosar would not go down so easily, the area soon became washed in higher amounts of wavelength and amplification, more of the ball bearings and soul energy being used in the strikes as the two clashed, ending in the lighter haired man aiming for what Nadia would have taken as near lethal strikes, aiming his bearings for the head and neck of Zosar, who in turn responded with counters of his own.

"Curious." Nadia says out loud as she watched the pair. Zosar was seemingly holding his own better than she expected and while Nadia felt she had gained an understanding of the two she still felt confidant she could beat either with her pure physical power, the amount of power behind there moves felt below her own, though she knew it would not be an easy fight. Neither of these two could be taken lightly. Of that she was sure, even begrudgingly she had to admit that fool of a chain weapon had shown uncommon strength and grit. This class was something else and the werewolf alone was likely physically stronger than she.

Grunting at that, Nadia had resolved to meeting this challenge the same as any other in her past. Strength was not for granted, it was acquired, refined, honed and then used. She would not remain below another if she could help it. It was then her mind was taken back to the battle as wavelength met soul force and the light-haired man resorted to throwing dirt in the eyes of Zosar. This battle really was turning into something else. And just as quickly a last-ditch effort the pair exchanged a final bit of blows, as Nadia drops her hand. Zosar had seemingly won, as the other man was dropped. Indeed, neither of these men could be underestimated and her victory not for sure unless she put her utmost efforts into it.

This battle would likely be over here and now, watching as some blood ran off of the lip of the other and from the scalp of Zosar, Nadia shifts her focus from the combatants, looking at the girl among the trees, her expression seemed ecstatic, with the pitch of the battle growing so did her own mood. Was she turned on by this, a fellow battle nut or did she have a prize in this fight?

But that was also not so important, with blood in the air her eyes continued as she locked in on the werewolf girl, turned her attention to Dani and the others up here with her she grins. "Just stay out of it, we may be in for more of a show." With the monsters that were these Meisters, Nadia felt a feeling that she squashed immediately, sympathy for some of the weapons here. If a simple game would bring this out of her fellow Meisters, just how stable were they in general? Though in reflection she had went as far if not further against her former partner, she was in no position to judge.

"Huh... Impressive." It was with that remark that she noted the two men squaring off once more, the question was who else would jump in. Just standing up here and watching had proven very educational. Both of these men were to be watched out for for different reasons, the nature of the blonde girl was likely akin to her own and the Werewolf for the time being was a person of interest. If she could prevent it, she would not fall into any place behind those here. Strength had carried her this far and it would not fail her now, but it could not be considered for granted.

Mentions: (of note) Merciless Medic Sir Les Paul Britt-21 The Regal Rper

Interactions: EmperorsChosen others at the car.

 

[Phayne]

Location: Lot C. Mentions: Merciless Medic Prizzy Kriyze RedArmyShogun Britt-21 Huntertabbysandshark3 QuirkyAngel The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul Sybil EmperorsChosen // Interacts: Mqueserasera
Chaos. That was the eventual result of the flashbang; those closer to the point of detonation obviously getting the brunt of its effects. Thankfully, Kasper was neither near nor looking directly at the 'flash' only really noticing it after had detonated already. A blessing given any real damage to his eyes would prove quite detrimental for his marksmanship. Now somewhat mildly interested at the going ons of the battlefield, Kasper's eyes would hone in on the sight of Nadia stumbling about; her tallish frame hard to miss considering that like him, she towered over quite a fair few of the other students here. From the direction she was staring at, Kasper could see Adra coming from the remains of a large tree, a grimace spread across her face. Clearly the result of some physical damage.

"This is precisely why it was a waste of time to get involved..." sighed Kasper, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen into his field of vision; any hint of mischief lost from him as he merely observed the battle field. Alone, he had no reason to play the nice guy nor did he have any need to put on airs. He could merely observe, judge and absorb the information currently being presented before him. Fighting styles, abilities, characteristics; all of it was on show for his viewing pleasure; free of charge as he simply picked the option of remaining largely uninvolved in what he had deemed to be a lack lustre game. What marvelous points of interest would he discover, by simply watching the chaos ensue.

Taking note of Nadia and Adra's predicaments; there was virtually zero concern upon Kasper's face as they hobbled about; the demon gun turning his attention towards the rest of the agents still engaged in contest. Kasper had his suspicions towards that unorthodox flash, the seemingly unafflicted Xander not going unnoticed by the sharp eyed demon weapon. Whilst unable to prove his suspicions the man was clearly not fighting like your typical Demon weapon or meister.

Turning his head to the other side, he'd see Sara and the escape artist approach another guy; Azariah a blonde haired individual that had been involved in a scuffle with Adrian. Too far for him to make anything of note; he'd continue to scan the area.

His eyes would eventually find their way towards Prudence, the dark haired mistress of few words that had piqued Kasper's interest a few moments ago presently finding herself on top of the blue haired man. Something about Jarvis had felt quite off, now that Kasper was having a proper look at the fellow man; though it wasn't until his eyes glowed red that Kasper knew what he was looking at; bloodsucker. Kasper bit his tongue as he felt something deep inside of him tingle for a moment; a jolt running up his spine as he his free hand was pressed against his forehead as if reeling from the effects of a migraine; if only it were that simple.

Out of habit he'd use his other hand to feel for the collar sealed around his neck, making sure that the device was where it was meant to be, if only as a means of maintaining his questionable sense of sanity. A faint sigh would escape his mouth as he wrapped his fingers around the device, tugging at it to once again make sure it was fastened correctly. Re-assured that these 'episodes' were merely his imagination playing tricks on him, Kasper would pull himself onto his feet; dusting himself off with both hands as he fixed his gaze back upon where Prudence and Jarvis were.

All things considering, whether he had needed the earlier aid of Prudence and Sara, it was fact that for whatever reason they had chosen to stand between him and potential repercussions for his actions. It would only be logical for him to return the favor in some form, whether needed or not. Irises switching ever so slightly as he focused his sights; Kasper would raise his right hand forward, index finger slowly but surely taking on the obsidian gleam of his gun barrel; a faint glow beginning to radiate from within as he picked the target for his next act; Jarvis.

There was little rush in Kasper's actions as he continued to walk closer; accuracy increasing with each and every step he took; despite his pace allowing Jarvis to get his hypnotism in effect. There was no need to attack the man at this point, no need to make himself a target for their games. Kasper had no interest in getting balls in holes, he only sought to return a favour shown to him and that would only come to play should Jarvis do more than he needed to in order to break free from Prudence. Anything else beyond that would be met with a swift hail of gunfire.

Crimson eyes would watch as Prudence struggled to fight off Jarvis's influence; the sight of her struggles eliciting a faint smile from Kasper. She was truly a fascinating find, someone who always seemed to deviate from what Kasper had come to expect and that was more than enough to tempt the beast inside of him; the need to know exactly what this woman of mystery really was. Should Jarvis choose to act on her weakened state, Kasper would no doubt fire at him; in order to protect the oddity he had quickly found to be of interest. Fortunately enough, Jarvis would cease any ill intent towards Prudence, carrying her towards a nearby tree, passing Kasper in the process.

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Kasper would eventually make his way to where Jarvis had abandoned Prudence, the semi-conscious woman left defenceless against a tree. "That was quite the display" spoke Kasper, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as his finger returned to their normal state; no longer a gun barrel. Kasper would soon find himself kneeling next to Prudence as he fixed his eyes upon hers, attempting to gauge the condition she was presently in. "Was it worth it?.. Getting involved in this debacle?" he asked rhetorically, "You are in quite the predicament now aren't you... slumped against a tree and on the verge of completely passing out... I can't say that your efforts have actually accomplished much and based on what I've seen... I can't say I agree with your choice either, however" he paused momentarily, licking his lips as he did so. "I can't deny that you've piqued my interest" Rambled Kasper as he stood back up and to the side of the tree, leaning against it; eyes glancing down at Prudence's vulnerable form.

"With that said, I simply can't allow for something I've set my eyes upon to become tarnished...sullied by the hands of others..." he continued, their progress slow. "You may not like it, but Consider this as a repayment on your actions earlier, until you can get back up onto your feet; I'll remain by your side... and who knows... I might even get a glimpse into who you really are... that person you are so desperately trying to keep hidden away..." smirked Kasper.

"I will get what I want..." he whispered.

After awhile he would soon find his eyes wandering around; noticing Zosar and Athena at a tree a few yards off; the familiar figure of Gauss not that far behind the duo. Kasper couldn't hear what it was that was being said between them, nor did he desire to hear it. Considering everything that has happened up to this point, it was almost too obvious that Athena was at the center of it; seeing as how Gauss had been stuck to her like glue for the majority of the day and she was now closer to Zosar than she was to Gauss.

"At least you attempted to win this farce... some just want an excuse to flaunt their strength... they are no better and no more interesting than watching two cockerals in a cock fighting ring attempt to out cock one another" sighed Kasper, speaking to Prudence though not really expecting much of a reply. Of course this was over a woman, Zosar making his way from girl to girl as he left Dani to approach Athena, whilst Thaddues was just being Thaddeus.

It seemed that quite a few others had been drawn to the large fight taking place; only a handful even remaining focused at the task at hand. All things considering, this was undoubtedly not what their superiors had had in mind, given how the majority were no longer attempting to meet the requirements of the task. Rather it seemed like they were fighting for something completely unrelated; Kasper glanced at the tree where Athena sat; the idea of stealing her away from the two combatants being quite tempting; yet was the prize worth the effort in the end? Would breaking down her barriers and making her his, be worth the trouble of having both Gauss and Zosar issue declarations of combat against him?. Sure, breaking the confidence she exuded was appealing, but whether it was appealing enough for the baggage that came with it was another question entirely.

It was apparent in their fight that Kasper would not have much of a chance; especially in a prolonged fight. Both were Meisters and quite rightly had quite the advantage over him in a physical fight.


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[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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Reaching the car with Nadia, Dani took note of those others with enough sense to attempt to avoid the shitshow that was this challenge. She hardly gave the quiet girl much of a greeting, more so an acknowledging look. However, her attention turned away at the giant's comment.

"Mm?" Humming, Dani followed her gaze to see--The butterfly and the fuckboy that was accosting the blondie not to much earlier.

They weren't exactly close, so Dani had some trouble picking out details, but it seemed to fit in with the theme of everyone else's little spats. That being, they were sweating way too fucking much on the first day that was also a Monday morning. The pink-haired girl narrowed her eyes at the showing, wondering more and more just what the point of this was. What was the plan? For them to kill each other off? She couldn't see people working together smoothly after these displays.

"...Tch... As if I was going to get involved." Dani clicked her and leaned a bit against the car door.

Why would she step in? Sure, Zosar was nice to her, but she never asked him to do that. Hell, seeing them slap each other around only reinforced what she felt. What he told her before repeated itself in her thoughts. That minimal amount of interaction, those sweet words, as miniscule and shallow as they likely were; that was enough for Dani to feel it. A hint of rage at seeing him hurt. It wasn't much, but it was there. Whether he got a scratch, a cut, a gash, or lost his head--It would be easier for her if he was just another person whose luck ran out. No strings, no attachment, no feelings. They disappear, and she goes on as normal.

Yet, she still watched.

"...Is it time for that second round yet?" Dani proposed, referencing the alcohol.

Interactions: @Car Peeps RedArmyShogun

 

[Mqueserasera]

PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
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Interaction: Kasper ( Phayne )​

It was a terrible feeling to float aimlessly without an anchor to anything—anything at all. She had only a vague idea that her body was being moved, lifted off the ground, and then it floated. There was the dark behind her eyelids and there were the rocking movements of steps, or of unsteady waves cradling her weightless self, perhaps, to place unknown. It was really a terrible feeling to be rootless. There was an idea that without a shoulder to lean on, one would simply take off from the ground and become lost in the darkness of the void, or of endless nights. But for some, Prudence in particular, the vast emptiness itself had become a solid foundation, on which they desperately cling to, as if in fear of being drawn to a path back to the charted world. In floating, they maintain a strangely fixed position in space, wrapping themselves in their own limbs, bracing for impacts—impacts that would otherwise break them if not for a certain kind of mental fortitude. It so happened that Prudence never quite minded this aimlessness, she clung to it then. But at that time, when she was being carried off, she felt quite terrible. She was floating but the bad kind of floating. Without the strength to brace herself, or a way to raise walls against the long darkness, she felt again like a vulnerable child who had yet learned to cope with its own fear. That was why, precisely why, when laid against a tree, a slight, extremely slight, tremor passed over her body, as if for joy of reunion with some long-lost stability.

She kept her eyes shut tight. Very tight.

She heard a somewhat familiar voice. Her fuzzy mind could not yet grasp the likely face behind the voice, among a great, great many faces attached to unimportant presences in her life. The words did not fully register, either, but the main idea came through regardless. And came it did as almost a surprise. She recalled a general feeling for the owner of the voice, despite her inability still to picture the person’s face in her fuzziness. He, for it was a he, could be a forgotten acquaintance from years ago, or one among the people she had just met today. Only that she felt he was an enigmatic person. One of the many she could not comprehend. But also an inkling that even among them, he was perhaps an outlier that she should never hope to get. And yet what he said was perfectly understood. It, after all, had a lot to do with herself. Prudence might be inept when it comes to the finer mechanisms behind human interactions. But when those interactions were aimed directly at her, she knew perfectly what it meant. He had made himself clear that he wanted to discover who she really was. Ah, she knew his kind well. Had she not been inconvenienced by them so many times before? Always that brand of self-serving attitude. Selfish. Egotistic. He wanted to uncover her, didn’t he? Always fancy themselves explorers of the unknown, not knowing that only disappointment awaits. There was nothing, after all, to unearth. But she knew well how to deal with his kind, oh she knew well, so well. Selfish pricks only need to hear what they want to hear, their ego stroked and their stupidity praised. That’s all.

She opened her eyes, and found a face that fit well with the voice she had heard. He was the one from before. Kasper. Hm. So that was the kind of person he was. Not so enigmatic now, isn’t it? Only another arrogant bastard.

Abruptly, she calmed herself with a sigh. Her flaring temper subsided. It was unbecoming of her to get angry. There was really nothing to be angry about. He was not the first, certainly not the last. His kind was most like bad weather: unpleasant things that you best learn to take shelter from instead of fighting against in vain.

Prudence followed where his gaze went, more so to mimic his actions than to observe what was going on in, or beside, the field. The game hardly concerned her anymore.

“Thanks,” she began quietly. Her energy had not entirely returned and her mouth still dried. Slowly, she drew her legs close to her chest, and sat with her chin resting on arms that crossed about her knees. Eyes fixated blankly at some vague point down the field. “It just felt so vexing, that’s all,” she began a story, one cute little story that should go well with her estimation of the guy, “If you want to know why I did it. I didn’t want to at first, to be honest. But it is so vexing, you know.” Gradually she injected life into her tone, also a dash of lightheartedness, and just the right amount of vulnerability. “It was so vexing, being put in this stupid program, I mean. That I just wanted to get out of it. And I guess, to blow off some steam once in a while. I mean between do and do not, wouldn’t it be more fun to move your body a little, get in a fight, and all that. And I mean to generally take risks, even if that means being beaten up in the end. Too bad I’m not very strong. Ha. Ha.” The laugh was a critical mistake. She couldn’t pull it off well enough. Almost like she had hesitated in the middle of which, causing a millisecond lag before committing fully to it. A little frown formed between her brows, though, possibly, too brief and too unapparent to be noticed by most people.

“Anyway. Why don’t you tell me something about yourself? You seem like an interesting guy.” Yet by the look of her gaze, she seemed far more interested in a blotch of sunlight next to her feet than the person she was talking to.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

xander
Interaction: Mineczka RedArmyShogun EmperorsChosen mention: most of these goobers
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Everything went exactly according to plan with no mistakes at all whatsoever absolutely perfectly fine. Well at least to xander the flash bang setting of a chain reaction of events that really made the monster cat snigger. However strangly there was a camera sitting upon the hood if the car xander had just been that of course he'd be recoding this momentus amount of Tom foolery, and uploading it to the internet of course becuse frankly that's just the best part. One girl darting off to grab the ball and its simulacrum she'd be in for a suprise once it went poof. Xander dashed back to the hood of the car where that suzu girl was probobly still sliding onto the front the cat grabbed the camera in his mouth before transforming again in a puff of special effects camera in hand zooming in on the werewolf girl and the cute weapon noah to get some footage of them before trying to capture some glimpses of the others around. "Tell you want miss thanks for minding my camera good sport there just let the others fuck about hey? Tho where did this car come from anyway? Eh no matter names Xander resident monster cat part time vlogger full time kitty" Xander said with a cheerful tone directed towards the rather tired girl that was staying out of the situation. But frankly Xander wondered when this farcical mess would be put to rest soon hopefully. If course he'd not exactly noticed the others approaching until the got closer that was. "Aaah ello nice to see some others this whole fights things become a real mess hey?" He'd direct his comment towards the girl he flash banged directly probobly a bad idea but this is xander he was a bad idea.

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

Pros and cons. There was always normally at least one of each in most scenarios, something bright in a dark moment or a grim reminder in a happy time. This was no different, the sudden movements and landing of the one with the other half of the ball. The good thing was now the ball was close. The bad was now she had someone with clearly abnormal abilities. The physical aspects performed would indicate either a Meister with physical enhancing abilities... or something that was not human. Not only this, but the weapon was already suspicious because of the way this man dealt with a very defensive-looking weapon with little effort or movement. Things were definitely not stacked in her favor, but the one thing she had was clarity. The calming effect from being stunned by Adrian's interaction now presented a side of Adra that was not presented often. Her long hours of studying and dutiful work during her days at DWMA made her surprisingly bright when she actually could focus.

".....you know you should really focus on attaining the goal, it would benefit us both. You keep your half and I keep mine, and then we combine it to score when the goal is close." She spoke calmly, tucking the ball to her chest as she refused to turn to see Jarvis behind her. She listened intently to listen for shifts in his weight indicating movement, needing any advantage like a surprise. She did not want to fight him if she did not have to, but delaying a necessary fight might be better than nothing.

"That is my offer."

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Mentions: Sir Les Paul
Interactions: QuirkyAngel​

 

[Phayne]

Location: Lot C. // Interacts: Mqueserasera
Eyebrow raising, Kaspers attention was drawn back down to where Prudence sat; her voice faint yet more than enough to tear his attention away from the spectacle presently on show. It wasn't that difficult a task, given that he placed more value on the potential sat before him over a fight he cared very little about. Kasper could not help but evoke a sardonic grin as his latest bundle of mystery was slowly returning; his eyes showing the faintest of glimmer at the prospect of playing a fun little game with her.

Prudence's remark would be followed by tamed silence from Kasper; the crimson eyed weapon more than happy to just sit, watch and observe the curiosity sat next to him. Satisfied for the moment. After all, there was nothing for her to be thankful for in the first place; not if she truly knew the selfish motivations that spurned Kasper onward. Kasper didn't act out of some blind kindness or obligatory generosity. He may have owed a debt for her earlier actions, but even that was not enough to cause him to stay and wait by her side. No, his reasons for being here were purely selfish; purely self gratifying and purely motivated by an innate desire to satiate the blackhole that was his insatiable curiosity. He would take from her everything that she was willing to surrender to him, everything that made her who she was... it was only a matter of time before he would get what he wanted.

Alas, breaking her would not be an easy task nor one that he'd attempt to rush. There was no fun, no joy and no thrill in simply getting what he wanted... no.. he needed to play the game, he wanted to play the game... the ups and downs, the twist and turns... that was where the real fun was, the rollercoaster ride of chaos that he would happily ride with no restraint.

A quick lick to the lips would be the chink in his façade; the momentary blip where the exterior shell he wore would be exposed. It lasted no longer than a few milliseconds, but in that briefest of moments Kasper could feel the cold presence of something inhuman writhing within him. Perhaps a visit to Professor Davis was in order, his neck itching at the presence of his collar.

Glancing down once more, Kasper noticed how Prudence had drawn her legs to her chest, her appearance far more delicate in the eyes of the beholder presently staring at her visage. Vexing? Kasper pondered as he listened attentively to Prudence, eager to read between the lines and reap what he desired. Broken was how he perceived her at this moment, shattered pieces of a whole simply glued back together if only to appear 'normal'. The cracks ever visible to the man currently appraising her.

He would shiver in excitement as she continued to speak, the rest of the world no longer holding any semblance of importance to him as he dedicated his entirety to Prudence at this moment. True or false, lies and misdirection's whatever was behind what she said did not matter... this in itself.. how ever small and minor was an opening in which he could slither in. The laugh may have been a mistake... but that subtle change in her facial expression was not missed by the man devoting himself to watching her.

At her invitation to reveal a little about himself, Kasper would quickly manoeuvre himself to the front of her; his body lowered to a kneel as he intentionally placed himself between her and the rest of the world; like she was the focus of his current attention, he wanted to be the sole focus of hers. "Do you really want to open that box?" inquired Kasper, leaning in ever closer to Prudence; intentionally beginning to invade what would be considered her personal space. "I wouldn't mind telling you... but I must know... do you really want to know... or are you simply playing the role expected of you in our merry conversation?" he asked, leaning even closer that their faces were now inches apart. his right hand shooting forward onto the trunk of the tree; the speed enough to cause strands of her hair to dance against the faint breeze he had generated.

Would she push him away or would she play along with his antics?

"Like I said.. you've piqued my interest.. so either answer is fine with me... it wouldn't be enough to dilute what I find particularly alluring about you" Kasper was smiling away as he anticipated her response; his expression a stark contrast to the expression Prudence wore.

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