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Margrethe Thea Salomon

"There are only two things you can be to me: Enemy or friend. I hope you choose the latter."

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a character in “E.P.I.C. Reborn: The Milele Jua”, as played by nightscapture

Description

Margrethe Thea Salomon, 23, Female


< Physical Info >


Image
[Appearance]
Margrethe has a very startling sort of appearance that turns heads whenever she roams down the streets. While she is by no means beautiful, she retains a sort of gothic and foreign aura. Her skin is the color of ivory, and almost as smooth too. It contrasts directly with her raven black shoulder length hair, which she often parts to the right for convenience. Every time she takes a step, many of the strands almost seem to float through the air, giving her a sense of ethereal status.

She isn’t beautiful, but she certainly could be called striking. Margrethe’s face is very angular and sturdy. Her eyebrows are meticulously shapen, her nose extremely defined, and her lips thin and pressed together in a determined pout. What really draws people in though, is her eyes. A startling gray color, they already protrude and shine from her white face. However, the intensity is only increased by the smokey blue eye shadow she’s so fond of. Applying the blue color only draws her eyes out more, and gives them a threatening sort of provocation and intensity.

At five feet eight inches, Margrethe is rather tall for a woman. In terms of build, she is neither lean nor muscular, drifting in an awkward gray area in between the two. As a matter of fact, her figure is more curvy than lean. She has somewhat of an hourglass figure, with an extremely thin waist and then curved hips protruding beneath. Her upper body is also rather well rounded and ample, though like all women she doesn’t appreciate any of the attention from the men. Despite this seemingly odd body type, Margrethe moves extremely well and is very flexible.

Role/Class-type: Famine Faction leader and Marksman

Affiliation: Apocalypse

< Mentality >

[Personality]
Margrethe Thea Salomon lives in a world strictly based on ideas, strategic planning, and intuition alone. She values intelligence and competence above anything else, and has high standards for both herself and her followers in the Famine Faction of the Apocalypse. Generally, Margrethe tends to be a very cool headed young lady with a tremendous insight and a brilliant mind and wit. She picks up on new ideas rather quickly, but is more interested in applying those ideas than understanding the general concepts of said ideas. For example, once she has her hands on a new rifle, she would rather shoot someone with it than ponder how it works.

Inside her heart, Margrethe harbors a tremendous love for order and systems. She believes that the world must be systematic and precise, and is an efficient and often brutal leader who seeks to get everything done in the most timely fashion possible. Though her thought process is highly individualized and complicated, she has a talent in relaying her ideas into a sort of battle plan that is easily grasped onto by even the slowest of her followers. Margrethe is never discouraged by a setback, seeing it not as a disadvantage, but as another opportunity to try one of her many strategies. She is a person who focuses on the entire chessboard rather than on a single piece alone, making sure that the entire team contributes to the effort in some shape or form.

Brilliant as she is, Margrethe is also rather isolated from society. She spends a lot of time inside her own mind and, because of this, has little to no experience with interacting with others. As a result, she has no fundamentals in dealing with other people’s thoughts and feelings. In fact, Margrethe is generally perplexed by this idea of ‘feelings’ and remarks that it is the one thing that she will never understand. A reasonable statement of course. Her mind is programed to be highly rational and analytical, and her usual approach of analyzing doesn’t seem to apply to ‘feelings’ and ‘emotions’. In general, Margrethe dislikes anything that is muddled and unclear, because she values above all else efficiency and clarity. She can’t seem to relate to many of her followers, and while almost all of them view her as a brilliant commander and leader, no one really thinks of her as a friend.


[Likes] [Dislikes]
oStrategies Anything that’s unclear x
oGuns Feelings and emotions x
o Analyzing information Beerx

< Ability Statistics >

Power or abilities
There are two things that make Margrethe stand out from everyone else: One is her remarkable brains, the other is her skilled marksmanship.

As the leader of the Famine Faction, Margrethe needs to be skilled to some sort of level. However, she well exceeds many of the expectations set out for her and has proven herself to be an efficient, clear and brutal leader. Behind her striking face lies a highly rational mind that is able to compute almost anything and set it out in understandable terms for everyone. She often spends much of her time locked up in her office with paper, some pencils and a few markers. On these papers, she draws or writes out detailed strategies and tactics for future battles or ambushes. And never does she leave herself with only one option at a time. In fact, Margrethe will prepare in advance as many as five alternative plans in case her first one should fail. She has also been known to adapt to situations right on the battlefield, and has a mind that can adjust in the most hopeless of situations.

Margrethe has other responsibilities besides leading though. She is also the Famine Faction’s greatest marksman. Inside her office is a closet filled with guns of all purposes lined up meticulously in rows. While she is comfortable using any sort of machinery, Margrethe is most at home with her CheyTac M200, as she is a sniper above all else. Her eyesight is remarkable even without using a scope, and she has been compared to a hawk looking down on its potential mice prey. Margrethe has such precision in her firing that she seldom needs to use up even one of her rounds. Though she prefers to be high above the battle scene, when Margrethe does need to enter the battle, she abandons the CheyTac M200 in favor of a more practical Smith and Wesson 745.

Personal Traits
1. Margrethe is extremely awkward during meaningless conversations with her colleagues. She doesn’t seem to be able to talk trivially about anything.

2. She never seems to take that blue eyeshadow off. Not even in her sleep.

3. She has a secret love for candy. But that will never be revealed.

< Personal Background >

[Biography]
Little to nothing is known about Margrethe Thea Salomon before she founded the Famine and became the instigator of the Apocalypse. Her name suggests that she is Norwegian in descent, but because of her ability to speak perfect English among other languages, no one is really sure where she was born. While there are no existing records detailing Margrethe’s past, there are a few things that can be deduced.

Firstly is her surname, Salomon, a name linked to greatness in the European countries. Years ago, a man by the name of Knut Salomon became a general in the Norwegian army and trained it to a height it hadn’t reached since the days of conquering. This man was believed to be Margrethe’s father. If tales are to be believed, Margrethe was born as the second of three children. Her elder brother was family heir, and Salomon wasted most of his resources teaching his eldest the art of war and strategy, not realizing that someone with even more promise was dwindling in the background.

As a child, Margrethe was uncertain what her role as the second eldest in the family would come to. She had no promises to fortune, no guaranteed claim to fame. Matters were only made worse by the fact that she was a girl, and Salomon firmly believed that girls could contribute nothing to any sort of military effort. Left to her own devises and without a teacher, Margrethe had complete control over her future. She could have easily squandered her life, but even as a child, she was surprisingly industrious and diligent, deciding to prove her father wrong and make herself worth something.

Despite all her efforts, Salomon still refused to truly acknowledge his daughter. Realizing that her talents would be wasted staying in the Salomon house, Margrethe broke off all connections with her family and set out to conquer the world on her own. By that time, she was only sixteen, yet had already earned enough of a reputation as a formidable and dangerous person that one would be lucky to have on one’s side. She received many offers from famous sources to come and work with them, but she turned them all down. Once, even the President of the United States asked her to become part of his security, but Margrethe was aiming for something even higher than that.

Her intentions came to light finally when she began to privately and then publicly recruit talented individuals to form a team with her. A team that would be invincible, with her as the leader. Many were drawn to the prospects of the idea, but only a few were accepted into her ranks. Within years, she had created the ideal army. However, Margrethe realized that there were many factions just as strong as her own. Determined to make them allies instead of enemies, she came up with the famous proposal to unite them all together under one name: Apocalypse.

So begins...

Margrethe Thea Salomon's Story

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Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon
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In general, Margrethe Thea Salomon confined herself to only two emotions: satisfaction and displeasure. Any more feelings would make her susceptible to weakness. Any fewer would render her a robot. Today though, Margrethe was feeling a combination of both emotions, as well as a mixture of worry and anticipation. Exactly one hour ago, the Famine faction leader had sent one of her most trusted soldiers, Rio, to infiltrate the school known as the United Nations and scope out information about a certain target that was to be discovered there. Normally, Margrethe would have simply briefed her soldier on the nature of the mission and then leave Rio to her own devices. This mission, however, was of the utmost importance and required equal input from both soldier and commander alike. So quite unexpectedly that morning, the great leader of the Famine faction found herself a few blocks down from the school entrance, pacing nervously and wondering exactly what was going on inside the confines of the school. Her hand reached into the pocket of her black jacket and pulled out her equally black phone. Rio's instructions had been clear: Infiltrate the school successfully, then phone her boss with a call to confirm that everything was alright inside the building. So far, no such call had been made.

Margrethe resisted the urge to let out a sigh or use some other means to exhibit her exasperation. Her analytic consciousness tried to reason with her: Odds were, Rio had simply been sidetracked by some seemingly frivolous little thing and had forgotten to kingdom come her duty to report back. It certainly wouldn't be the first time the girl had made that mistake. Slipping the phone back into her pocket, Margrethe fingered the bun that she had tied her jet black hair into and waited patiently.

In order to appear unsuspecting to the local authorities, the young woman had donned on one of her many disguises. She had carefully styled her hair back into a simple but severe bun, giving her the appearance of a very commanding woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. In the name of keeping with that appearance, she had also bought a pair of fake glasses and the pair was currently perched halfway up her nose. Margrethe had also exchanged her usual black outfit for yet another black outfit: A suit with a waist length jacket, tight fitting skirt, black pantyhose and refined black high heels that rang out with a click every time she made a single step. For once, she had ditched the smokey blue eye shadow for something a brown one that seemed a little less dramatic. Underneath her left arm, she carried a clipboard laden with papers. For all the world, she gave the impression of a business woman patiently waiting for someone to come and pick her up.

Her phone suddenly rang, and Margrethe nearly dropped the clipboard in her anxiousness to take it out of her pocket. But the number on the screen was not the one that she was expecting. However, she was obliged to answer the call anyway. It was coming from headquarters after all. Sliding the receiver to her ear, Margrethe asked sharply,

"What is it?"

Her voice was sharp and commanding, and had a crackling edge to it. No one would want to be reprimanded by a voice such as that. The man on the other end must have sensed that Margrethe meant business, and quietly muttered something about her schedule changing due to the fact that an appointment her presence had been requested at had been cancelled. Margrethe sighed and nodded before asking,

"Would you mind hanging up. I'm expecting important calls and you're blocking the line."

From the other end, there was a sheepish 'Yes Ma'am' before the receiver was thrown done and the only sound that filled Margrethe's ears was a dial tone. She bit her lip and placed the phone back into her pocket before staring out emptily at the street again. This was going to be a long day.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini
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Forte was a bit confused, by Ⓧ's explanation, as well as his apology. She still didn't like the thought of him talking to her through her head. In all reality, he hadn't really done anything wrong. Forte felt a little embarrassed for getting defensive all of a sudden. She hadn't even thought that he might not mean them any harm. Even so, she felt herself tense up once more when Ⓧ said that he was going to prove that he wanted to be their friend. By instinct, her eyes began moving in Rio's direction, and rested on her injured leg. It appeared that blood immiating from the wound was clotting up at an unusual pace.

Forte then looked back to him, as Ⓧ readjusted his tie. She thought his name was even stranger than he was in general. What kind of of name was "Ⓧ"? Nonetheless, she decided to at least humor him. She then grabbed Ali's hand and brought her to her side. "My name is Forte, and this is Ali." Forte announced, introducing herself and her new friend. She then held out her hand to shake his. When he asked if he should make himself appear more human, Forte didn't respond. It would make things feel less akward, but it would also make her feel bad to make him pretend to be something he isn't.

("Ⓧ" was the closest thing I could find for "The Operater" symbol. Thought it'd be pretty clever to use it in place of X's name. 1-liners are ok, as long as they're not frequent. I ussually decide to wait for others to post, so I can make my post, feeding off of what they give me to work with. But yh. Didn't have much to work with in this 1 either.)

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Roady trudged upward, feeling a little too typsy to be descending a large hill such as this. Once he caught sight of his leader, Margrethe, who had already made it to the meeting point ahead of schedule, he felt relieved. He wasn't sure exactly where on the hill the meeting point was, and thought he'd spend all day looking for it. Once Roady was beside his leader, he could see why the meeting point would be here. The hill overlooked the school perfectly. He could slightly make out at least 50 guards along the perimeter of this side of the school. A few 3rd and 4th year students were also lazing around, not taking guard duty very seriously. "Hmph. Dumb brats. They're way too laidback. I could probably break in myself, with them acting like that." Roady commented, even though he was one to talk. "So boss. Any word from Little Rio yet?" Roady asked. He had gotten far too used to using that nickname.

Since no one else from the other factions, nor their own had shown up, Roady figured he must be a little early as well. So he decided to pass the time with, you guessed it. Alcohol! He grabbed his small canister that hung from his belt, and unscrewed the cap, taking in a swig of vodka. "Man. I can't get enough of this stuff. Who says theres an age limit to drink? They can shove it up their asses." He remarked, chuckling to himself.

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"The swelling should go away in a couple of hours. You don't have to worry your pretty little head. I'll return as soon as I can, as is my duty. I am a doctor after all. Hehehehe!" Lance said in response to the screams and shouts of agony that could be heard coming from the metalic room he had just exited. He closed the heavy steel door until it got close enough for the door to suction itself the rest of the way shut. The screams were now completely shut out. "Soundproof rooms are always so convienant." He remarked while walking down the dark hallway that lead to his torture chamber. Once Lance reached the end, he walked up the small flight of stairs that lead to the main part of the building. The survivors of the War faction had been lucky enough to find an abandoned science facility after their base was taken over the year before. Lance was one of the few lucky enough to get away with his life.

"Izumi! Where are you?!" Lance called out to his friend, his prepubecent voice really showing. She was no-doubt creating some type of new explosive, or something similar. He wandered off into the upper floors of the building where she spent most of her time. He searched each room, wondering where she could be. After searching through 3 floors, he made it to the final, and highest one. He could make out loud noises coming from one of the rooms. "I think I know who that is." Lance smirked, running foward to greet Izumi. "Hey Izumi! Quit making all of that noise! Can't you see my patients are sleeping?! Oh wait. I don't have any!" Lance chuckled, having made a poor attempt at a joke.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Skye
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Izumi Fullbuster

Izumi stood in the center of her large "Test" room, with a irritated smile plastered on her lips. "Stay..." She stares intently at a thin man, who was chained to a far away wall, and was backing up into the corner in fright. "Still!!!" Izumi shouts, literally pouncing at him. The man turned to run, only to clumsily hit the wall behind him. "Ah ha!" Izumi took this as her chance, and grabbed the man with her slim glove. Though, like a little bunny, he slipped away quickly from her loose grasp. This caused her to growl angrily, as she hits the hall in frustration, making a dent. The man winced and ran to the other side of the room hoping to escape his doom.

"Why can't I fix it!" She shouts, flexing her claws. This was her major problem of the day. The claws wouldn't close in a tight grip, no matter how hard she tried, it allowed prey to slip away before they went "boom!" and this made her very impatient. She scowls and went to pounce at him one more time, only for the previous events to reply. But this time, she plopped down onto her bottom, and sat cross legged on the floor. It was the 100th attempt today, and she still couldn't get the claws fixed. She tried changing their size, and even material, but it still didn't work.

"Maybe the bolts are rusting..." Izumi thought, observing the weapon with much thought, before laying on the floor. "Come here number 1700..." She commands, flexing one claw, motioning her test subject to come forward. The man hesitated, but came forward curious. A sadist smile came to her lips. "Foolish little animal~" She chirps, her hand lurching forward, wrapping around his neck tightly, threatening to break it with a snap. "the little bunny's neck will go snap in 3...2...-"

"Izumi! Where are you?!"

The crazy heavy female, blinks before smirking at the man who trembled near her. "Lucky bastard~!" She sang, thrusting the man away from her. Kicking up from her laying position, she walked to a stand and gently placed her metal glove upon it.

"Hey Izumi! Quit making all of that noise! Can't you see my patients are sleeping?! Oh wait. I don't have any!"

Izumi grins at the medic's comment. "oh really? You must be mistaken, cause you have one right here~!" She replies, pouncing at him, pointing at her disabled eye. It sounded very flirtatious, but she meant it, despite her cheerful tone. "My eye been pulsing and itching lately.." Izumi pouts, lifting the gauze revealing a closed eye that had a large slash across her eye lid. The gash seemed infected from the lack of cleaning, and was inflamed with irritation. "Is there a way you can fix it?" She asked, her voice similar to the one of a young, yet crazy child. "I'll give you some explosives you can feed to your toys at the medic station!" Izumi added on, giving off a bubbly aura. "oh the thought of them exploding~" She giggles blissfully, suddenly getting off topic, as her mind was filled with bloody images.
Skye

The black hair female walked down the street lazily, yawning quietly. Hours ago, she was sleeping at the base, but was awakened to the signal of meeting up with the others. People around her gave strange looks but she ignored them completely. Minutes passed, and she arrived at their meeting point. A hill. "Strange.." She mutters, walking up with ease. As soon as she spots her three other comrades she smiles happily. Skye quickened her pace, and arrived near the three quickly. "Roady... Aristata....Margrethe.." She greets with much respect to the three Apocalypse members. But she quickly changed her tone, and expression to a look of disgust as she spots the school which was seen perfect from the hill. "fools..." She mumbles into the wind before sitting herself down, resting her back against a tree. "Well, while we wait, im going to return to what I was doing before..." Within seconds, she fell into a light slumber, her body limp but still aware of her surrounds. Surely, if they were attacked now, even if it was the quietest of warriors, she would wake and kill them with ease.
Exile

The room was dark, and quiet until bright characters lit the room as they were drawn in mid air by a thin staff. The mystical light reflected off Exile's pale face, giving her an ominous appearance as she wrote the spell in mid-air. Seconds passed, and she slowly lowered the staff, the characters finally completed. Whispering something, the foreign words lit up brightly, before vanishing into the ground. It was quiet until the shadows of the room came together to form a large dog-like creature who growled dangerously at an unknown intruder. Exile smiled softly, pleased. You may wonder if there was an attack or an ambush at the moment, but no there wasent. She was just practicing her skills and made sure she hasent lacked any. Of course [because of the practice she executes every morning], she was in the best condition and was ready to attack at any moment. Seeing no use of her summon, she whispered something else causing the dog to vanish. She left the dark room and into the hall ways wondering where the others were. Honestly, she grew to love her comrades, and was as loyal as a dog. Exile would wait hours for them if they asked, and won't move a spot. People told her it was strange and not a common habit but she didn't mind. 'If they are happy, im happy...' She thought.
[OOC: sorry if the post are small, and choppy ^^; kinda not in the best of moods today]

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Skye
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The little hilltop that the Famine faction leader was standing on suddenly appeared to become very busy. Very busy indeed. A few seconds after she had snapped the phone shut, Margrethe's sharp gray eyes had picked out something staggering around on the horizon a few yards off. As the shape became more defined, she noticed with a mixture of amusement and disgust that it was Roady. Amusement at the fact that he seemed to be completely uncertain of what he was doing. Disgust that he had reported to the designated meeting sight exactly three minutes behind schedule. It seemed that no one in Apocalypse could adhere to a fixed routine. Were their lives so busy that they couldn't have a set routine? She resisted the urge to shake her head as Roady came up to her and immediately began prattling about how lazy the guards were. Before she could reprimand him for being too cheerful on a mission, he had the audacity to take out a canister of vodka and take a swig in front of her. Immediately, Margrethe's nose wrinkled at the odd smell and she coughed politely.

"Roady, I believe I have reminded you exactly twenty times as to date that you should not drink while on the job. It might impair your ability to act properly. And I certainly do not want you getting hurt."

As of yet, Roady had not been affected by the large quantities of vodka that he consumed in such a short period of time. But there was a first time for everything. And Margrethe really did not want to take any chances. Even after months of reprimanding, he still hadn't been able to shake off the habit. Margrethe was seriously wondering why she continued to persist when her efforts seemed so fruitless.

Before she could reprimand him further, a new noise startled her. A girl with startling blue hair and darker blue eyes was making her way down towards them, a bow gripped firmly in her hand. She looked extremely cautious, and was eyeing the canister in Roady's hand with some suspicion. Margrethe fought the urge to smile humorlessly. Clearly she wasn't the only one displeased by Roady's alcohol addiction. However, her mind geared from the frivolous matters back to the important ones. Who was this girl? She racked through her brain for some sort of information, and finally managed to come up with it. Ah yes. She knew now.

Margrethe took a step towards the girl and held out her hand before asking in a practical and efficient manner,

"Are you Miss Aristata Collins, the hunter from the Death Faction?"

While she asked the question, yet another figure came into view. Another figure that she knew very well. Skye's long and flowing black hair billowed in the wind as she crossed the several steps towards the now increasingly growing group. Because she was preoccupied with waiting for Aristata's answer, Margrethe only acknowledged her fellow Apocalypse with a fellow nod. But it seemed as though Skye didn't need much acknowledgement for within the next few seconds, she had propped herself up against a tree and was soundly asleep. How typical.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall Character Portrait: Skye
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#, as written by Keita
Eckhart Rockwall


Eckhart scaled the large hill, and mumbled to his self, "Aw man, I'm late. Stupid plane... I think I might blow it up after this." He smiled evilly and he finally reached the top of the hill. "About damn time, now where are the others..?" He asked his self. Soon after, he caught sight of the rest of his team by the rendezvous point. They fact that they haven't started without him proved that he wasn't TOO late. He scaled downhill to see his team. When he made it down there, he said in a cheerful tone, "Ahh the gangs all here. Roady, Skye, and Margie. Good to see you guys again." Margie was Eckhart's nickname for Margrethe, for he could never pronounce her name right. Eckhart got there just in time to see Margie welcome a strange girl into the group. She obviously looked out of place. He tilted his head in confusion, and asked, "Say Margie, who's this?" He pointed his thumb at the girl awaiting a response.

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"Margie!"

Margrethe immediately winced when she heard someone obnoxiously yelling out a nickname that she severely detested. She didn't even need to spin around full circle to know who the owner of this voice was. There was only one person in all of Apocalypse who had enough audacity and daring to call her something so childlike and not be disturbed by it. The name was already spilling out of her lips as she calmly turned around and caught sight of the flamboyant red hair and distinctive eye patch.

"Eckhart. You're late."

No one was showing up on time anymore. The world was slowly turning into a population of slackers and procrastinators who vainly sought for excuses to defend their problems. It was something that Margrethe often found herself brooding over when she had time alone. Now, her gray eyes scanned through the ranks of her Famine Faction: One lazy and laid back alcoholic, one girl who never seemed to be focused on a single topic alone, and one insane and loud dude with an odd weakness for kittens. Had she not known them better, Margrethe might have been in a slight state of despair at the moment. Fortunately though, these three odd people were deadly machines in the middle of combat or missions. She had always relied on them and they had never seemed to let her down. Not even once. A perfect record. Exactly what Margrethe aimed for. Now, if they could also change their behavior off the field...maybe that was too much to ask.

Eckhart had suddenly proceeded to staring at the blue haired girl and wondering who she was. Margrethe shrugged the question off before replying,

"I'm actually waiting for her to say something herself."

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"Are you Miss Aristata Collins, the hunter from the Death Faction?" The girl asked.
Aristata just stared at the girl smelling the air around her. There was a lot of new and strange scents and the smell from the faint alcohol from the guy on the ground was kinda overwhelming for her. 'Everything just needs to stop for a second so I can smell everything and identify it, gosh.' She thought to herself irritated slightly.

Suddenly, a new scent appeared, a male bigger than her, but of course everyone was bigger and taller than her. She looked over at the guy with bright red hair. 'Strange color really, but then again, hehe I'm one to talk.' She thought and smirked to herself. The male then proceeded to ask the girl, "Say Margie, who's this?"
So her name was Margrethe huh.

"I'm actually waiting for her to say something herself." Oh yeah! Oopsey! Aristata was so caught up in her thoughts and trying to figure out all the new smells, people, noises...kinda a lot for a small girl like herself really.

"My name is Aristata Collins. I am Hunter of the Death Faction. I'm sorry I did not answer sooner Miss Margrethe, I'm a bit frisky right now and overwhelmed with all the new smells and people. Forgive me." She finally answered with a kind smile. She bowed her head low and looked at both the amusing red haired guy and what seems to be the leader of the Famine Faction, Miss Margrethe.
"And are you Mr. Eckhart Rockwall, sir?" She asked politely with a smirk.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall Character Portrait: Skye
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Roady strained himself to concentrate on the new figures that began filling up the empty space on the hilltop. He could easily distinguish Skye, with her white trench coat. He then started hitting his fists against his head, in an attempt to unblure his vision. It actually worked slightly. 'Damn. If I didn't spent all that time meditating, I might have past out already.' Roady thought to himself, as she watched Skye make her way over to a tree and begin resting against it. 'Hm... A nap sounds good. I might join her.' He thought, before noticing another newcomer.

He would have noticed her much sooner, had the alcohol not been clogging his senses. "um hello...?" He heard a faint voice calling out, possibly to him. Roady merely stared akwardly, barely being able to let out a cohenrent sentence at the moment. This was before Margrethe stepped in to speak for him. Roady decided he should try and sober up, since most of his team was already here. He began meditating, clearing his thoughts, and letting himself fall under a deep sense of serenity. Of course then, the loudest member of his faction had to show up.

"Ahh the gangs all here. Roady, Skye, and Margie. Good to see you guys again." He heard a booming voice in the distance of his mind. Eckhart was truly the only person who can break Roady's concentration, when he was meditating. "Damn Eckhart. The one time I try to be sober on a mission..." Roady mumbled, already feeling a headache coming on. Just then, the girl from earlier introduced herself as Aristata Collins, a hunter from the Death faction. "Heh. Did your boss send you here by yourself? Where are the rest of your teamates? He even remember the assault mission we had scheduled today?" Roady began taunting her, feeling he should be a little annoying himself, seeing as Eckhart was allowed to. "Names Roady Domene, by the way." Roady then announced, even though he wasn't asked.

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Lance grinned as Izumi pounced him, still pushing him back a few inches, as Lance wasn't the strongest of fellows. "Izumi. If I fed them your bombs, then they would die right away. That would take the fun of torturing them away. You should know this by now." He chuckled, having already told this to her at least 5 times already. Lance examined Izumi's eye, noticing that the gash seemed to be inffected. "It doesn't seem to be too serious. I'd say you have staphylococcal blepharitis. I wouldn't reccomend initiating any sort of activity around it, such as itching. If I remember correctly the first part of the treating precidure would be to apply warmth." As Lance said this, he grabbed a somewhat, blood-stained cloth he found on a table and took it to a sink, where he drenched it with lukewarm water, before squeezing out any excess water. "Here. Hold this against your eyelid for about 5 minutes." Lance said in an almost commanding tone. "I'm sorry. Thats a force of habit. Hehe." Lance apologized, feeling a little embarrassed.

He then noticed that a small computer device, that had been rewired to make a tracking device had started beeping. He ran over to it, and picked it up to find several red dots forming together on a high elevation. Perhaps a small mountain, or a large hill. He then noticed that they were set up fairly close to the United Nations School for the Gifted. "Izumi. Look at this! It seems that the other factions have begun making their move. Should we spoil their fun?" Lance asked, giving her a mischievious smile. Before she could answer, he had already begun searching for the others, dashing off through the science facility. "You can take that cloth off now. We'll have to treat your infection later!" He shouted out, before his voice was drowned out by the thick walls of the building.

(Forte's post will be postponed, until Ali's next post)

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Roady began taunting her, feeling he should be a little annoying himself, seeing as Eckhart was allowed to. "Names Roady Domene, by the way." Roady then announced, even though he wasn't asked.

Aristata was talking to the red haired man and Margrethe trying to keep her cool with everything that was happening around her, when the other Hunter. "Heh. Did your boss send you here by yourself? Where are the rest of your teamates? He even remember the assault mission we had scheduled today?" He said mockingly to her. It wasn't ok if he was going to taunt herself but to taunt her superior without him here to defend himself was something she had zero tolerance for that.

Without even thinking Arie walked up to the man and shoved him on the ground and growled in a low voice, "Do not insult his intelligence Mutt. Its none of your business and if I am here by myself it doesn't matter, at least I shoved up sober enough to speak." She said and ened it with a smirk taunting him back and walking back over to Margrethe and the red haired man she was talking to before. 'That should show him' She said smirking and chuckling evilly to herself.

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Margrethe had a strong temptation to tell Roady to shut his mouth before he said anything damaging, but what happened next was something she didn't expect. And also something that, surprisingly, struck a nerve in her. Aristata suddenly pinned Roady to the ground without a warning and stood above him, all sorts of threats spewing from her lips. She seemed relatively calm as she walked back towards Margrethe and Eckhart, but Margrethe was anything but 'calm' at that moment. In a single, fluid motion, she unhooked the revolver that was sitting on her belt and pressed it right against Aristata's temple while glaring firmly at Roady, who was still sprawled out on the ground. In the quiet and deadly voice that Margrethe Thea Salomon was so famous for, she muttered,

"If I see even one more stupid action coming from anyone, I won't hesitate to blow your brains apart. You are all on a mission here. Please act with proper conduct."

She then released the barrel of the gun from Aristata's skin and placed it back in her pocket as though nothing had happened. Throughout the entire exchange, her face had remained an incomprehensible and meaningless mask, as though she hadn't just threatened all of them with death.

The reason for Margrethe's actions became known quickly, when she gestured towards the school with a pale hand. The guards were still outside, wandering aimlessly and doing a terrible job at guarding. However, something seemed to have shifted in the environment according to Margrethe's senses. With any luck, the others had probably noticed it too.

"We might be under surveillance, team."

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As soon as Aristata was back and had composed herself, she was suddenly at gun point with the barrel of the gun press hard against her temple. Shocked and a little worried as Margrethe commanded everyone to stop acting foolish. It was like something had switched in Margrets brain to make her sound and act so deadly. Perhaps she possessed the same killer instincts Arie herself called her Red Hot. It was something she got that was exactly the same as an adrenaline rush but in a more intense and harmful way. But this was a thing she knew she only possessed so it couldn't be, so Arie just assumed that she had struck a nerve of some sort.

Anyway Aristata stared back at Margret until she lowered the weapon. Arie felt foolish an stupid now, she had no control just then. "I apologize sincerely for my actions Margrethe I promise it won't happen again. I just lost control was all I'll hold it better next time." Aristata said in a low respectful and polite voice, with a slight bow of her head.

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Danni Walker
As the girl noticed him, she hid the drawing behind her back 'uum nothing' he noticed her eyes roll down to the floor and her cheeks turning red. as he asked her name she slowly looked up to his face 'Sofia Eriksson sir' she replied. 'I'm sorry if my reaction was a bit impolite, you surprised me' she continued. 'Where are you from Danni?' she asked. "Don't worry I guess I shouldn't have been so silent, and well" he stopped quickly as he leaned on the wall next to the girl, "I'm from here and there, never stayed in one place long enough to say where I'm actually from, but I was born in Iraq, so I grew up on a battlefield. my parents were from New-York, then after the war started we went over to Florida, and well here I am now" he finally finished hoping he hadn't bored the poor girl to death. "err so what about you?" he asked trying to keep a normal conversation going. He noticed some kid talking to an odd looking teacher, he smirked as he saw her practically tell him off. After the kid walked off defeated, he caught a glimpse of the teacher give him a dark stare, weather she was just scanning the students or not, her stare was almost scary but also caring somehow. After noticing the way he was wearing her hat suddenly, he flicked his head down, remembering how the 'Magician' wore his hat was very similar.



Drake Michael
Drake stood in a large cemetery, in front of a pure white marble headstone, which read 'Here lies Sarah, a loving wife and sister' as drake stood there in his normal, black trench coat and black jeans hold a pure red rose in his left hand, the petals blowing in the wind. suddenly Drake fell to his knees as he hunched over as he gritted his teeth, almost as if to keep himself from crying. He slowly pulled himself up and placed the rose by the stone and started to walk back to his dull apartment. On the way home he stopped by at a house on the edge of the road. A tall blonde hair'd man stood in the doorway. Drake continued to look down as if he was shammed by something. "Kattie" the man in the doorway called, a young girl about the age of 4 walked around into the hallway and her eyes widened and a huge smile struck across her face as she raced to the door at Drake. "Daddy!" she shouted as Drake kneeled and held his arms out, as she reached him he enclosed her within his arms and held her tightly as he stood up. "Hey Kattie" he said to her as he slowly put her down. He looked at her sadly as he placed his hands on her shoulders, "Daddy has to do one job, then he's done with work and we can go live in a nice house and by a beach, where you can have a great time" he told her in a almost cheerful way. "so, your not staying" she asked in a sad voice. Drake didn't need to answer for her to know, he had told her so many times. She gave him a big smile before skipping back into the front room. As he stood up, the man in the doorway looked at him with cold eyes, "that's the 15th time you've told her your not staying, God dammit Drake when are you gonna give up this stupid fraction, your daughter needs you!" he almost shouted at him, "I know!, but I have to get this last job done, then if I leave they won't eve notice me leaving, O.K!" he argued back, before they exchanged handshakes and Drake walked out of the driveway. Drake waved at Kattie through the window before continuing to walk down towards his apartment.

As he got to the door, he noticed it was open. When he walked in he found something far worse than any enemy he could face, Exile was sitting on his bed, probably waiting to go to the meeting, he noticed she had moved all of his alcohol, INTO THE BIN!, "Exile......" his eye began to twitch as he thought of how to tell her, "Stop throwing my alcohol away!!" he burst out at her, he stood up straight and calmed himself down, "You should be at the meeting with Aristata?" he asked as he finally calmed himself down, he walked in and threw on his gear, his pure black long sleeved shirt, the pure black jeans and the bullet proof trench coat. He grabbed Exile by her hand and pulled her down stairs and onto the back of his bike, "Thanks to you, Aristata is there on her own" he angrily as he bulleted off into the woods. He soon stopped and placed his mask on as he walked over the where the group were meeting, he heard Aristata talk to Roady with some silly threats. As he passed threw the bush, suddenly the group was silent, he's always had this effect. "I forgot what?" he taunted Roady, "next time don't insult me" he continued as he walked over to a large tree. "so we're all here?" he asked coldly, out of the entire group of Apocalypse, Exile was the only one who knew who he really was, no-one else has ever seen his face. "Aristata, thanks but I don't need you to defend me" he said in a polite way, trying not to make her feel he was patronising her. "well lets get started" he said a little louder as he folded his arms and lent on the tree behind him.

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Skye


The conversations which were going on were bugging her to no end. Yes she was asleep...but her slumber was so light that words would fill her mind as she rest.
Though When the leader's revolver made a click, Skye's eyes snapped open, her hand already resting on the hit ready to slash out. But she had control, and froze when she realized it was only them... She slowly took off her hand, and literally bore her eyes into Roady's skull sending messages such as "what-the-hell-did-you-do.." or something along the line. Usually she never got this mad, but when her leader was mad or irritated she was too. "If I see even one more stupid action coming from anyone, I won't hesitate to blow your brains apart. You are all on a mission here. Please act with proper conduct."
She huffs quietly, this wasn't the first time that they got in trouble, and it was usually Roady's fault. Honestly, she wonders if him drinking alcohol was okay. Though, she sat up to focus on her leader, and it became obvious to why she was acting the way she was. Sure, people believed Skye had some problems and couldn't stick to one thing, but she was smart... Following her hand, she stares at the guards, and looks back at Margrethe. 'She is so sharp...' Skye thought, pleased. "We might be under surveillance, team." Nodding, she stood up and yawns. "Will we take action..?" But before she could get any reply, two others showed up as well. One magician and one leader... 'It seems like the whole group is really getting together again...' She thought, resting her hand on the hilt of her sword once more.

Izumi


Izumi pouts before listening intently to what the medic had to say. Although, it seemed it was just going through one ear and out the other because of the blank face she held but she got it. [half of it at least.] Watching the medic grab a cloth and soaking it with warm water, she took it. "Here. Hold this against your eyelid for about 5 minutes." Lance said in an almost commanding tone. "I'm sorry. Thats a force of habit. Hehe." Izumi shook her head, a small grin painted across her face. "nah its fine~" She replies, holding the piece onto her injured eye, while watching him walk to the tracking device. A very familiar type of smile played at his lips. "Izumi. Look at this! It seems that the other factions have begun making their move. Should we spoil their fun?" She blinks and peers over his shoulder, noticing the red dots as well. She didn't know why, but Lance always seemed to think the exact same thing she did. 'Probably cuz he is a crazy torturing person like me!' She concludes cheerfully. "You can take that cloth off now. We'll have to treat your infection later! " Damn straight!!" She shouts after him, dropping the cloth and grabbed her glove with a few other things as well. "Wait for me!!" She cries, running to catch up.

Exile


The white hair female brushed her hands together, finally finished with her "work". She was getting bored lately, and just wanted to do something other then practice magic. So throwing away Drake's drinks, became a hobby. 'Now what..' She wonders confused, sitting herself down on Drake's bed. 'It seems the whole group is gone-' The door opened, and she looked up calmly only to see Drake. 'Wow he seems mad..' "Exile......" his eye began to twitch as he thought of how to tell her, "Stop throwing my alcohol away!!" She blinks, unsure what to think or what to say, but it wouldn't matter seeing how "bipolar" he was. See, she was now being dragged...how fun. "You should be at the meeting with Aristata?" 'Oh yea...' She thought, remembering the meeting which came up suddenly. "Thanks to you, Aristata is there on her own" Exile frowns, sad that she caused Drake and Aristata Displeasure. "wait..." Seriously, how dog like can she get? She wonders noticing the thoughts and expressions she gave off, while they zipped through the woods. Within minutes they arrived, allowing her to hop off the bike with ease. 'mood change in 3.2.1' "I forgot what?" he taunted Roady, "next time don't insult me" he continued as he walked over to a large tree. "so we're all here?" His voice was cold, and aloof compared to his everyday voice she experiences. Strange really..but Exile didn't see any problem with this and left it be. Making her way to Aristata, she stood there next to her, her face calm and expressionless. Put a collar and fake dog ears on, and your set!

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Eckhart gave a little chuckle when Margie told him that he's late. Then, in response to his question, the small girl replies to his question.

"My name is Aristata Collins. I am Hunter of the Death Faction. I'm sorry I did not answer sooner Miss Margrethe, I'm a bit frisky right now and overwhelmed with all the new smells and people. Forgive me." Then the strange girl bowed as if she was getting a little ass-kissery. Then a question directed towards Eckhart sprawls from her lips, "And are you Mr. Eckhart Rockwall, sir?"

Eckhart gave a stupid smile, and replied with a two fingered salute, "Yeah, that's me." His attention was then drawn over towards Roady, who seemed to have mumbled something before he started to taunt Aristata.

"Heh. Did your boss send you here by yourself? Where are the rest of your teamates? He even remember the assault mission we had scheduled today?" Eckhart couldn't help but give a small laugh at that. "Names Roady Domene, by the way." He went on to say. Then, out of nowhere, the innocent looking Aristata pushed Roady to the ground and began to shout in his face.

"Do not insult his intelligence Mutt. Its none of your business and if I am here by myself it doesn't matter, at least I shoved up sober enough to speak." Eckhart bursted out laughing, and just then commented,

"Haha! Damn, kitty's got some claws. Good, were gonna need that." He went on to laugh, until Margie pulled out her revolver, pressed it on Aristata's temple, and in an outburst, said,

"If I see even one more stupid action coming from anyone, I won't hesitate to blow your brains apart. You are all on a mission here. Please act with proper conduct." He knew she meant business. Countless times she's threatened Eckhart with the same threat, but something about the look in her eye made him know that she was sincere. Eckhart, immediately, became calm and composed. He wasn't gonna let his team kill each other over such a small incident. Margie went on to gesture towards the school, to which some scrawny kids were guarding quite terribly. "We might be under surveillance, team." Eckhart let out a small chuckle and replied,

"I wouldn't be surprised if this whole street is under surveillance. There has to be more than meets the eye. Having two scrawny kids guard the front door to the building where the relic is. No, there has to be more..." Eckhart began to ponder in thought. It's rare to see Eckhart be serious, but when given orders, he will follow them without question. He didn't even notice the new people walk up and join the group.

((Keita will be in a separate post))

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With the gun back in her pocket, Margrethe rolled her eyes and shifted uncomfortably in her disguise. Maybe it was high time for her to remove the weird looking glasses and the bun. This tight skirt was also hindering her movements. And there really was no reason to go on hiding anymore. Any reason for disguises had been dispelled when Roady joined up with her. Yes, she really needed to remove the ridiculous costume. There was no one she was going to fool now.

There came a rustling behind her and she spun around again, wondering who it could be this time. Her eyebrows shot up when she found herself face to face with someone she knew very well. And that she took no pleasure out of knowing. Drake Michael. The death faction leader was leaning casually against a tree like he had been there the entire time-which, of course, he hadn't been. The mask on his face was split into a never fading grin and just simply looking at it was enough to make Margrethe slightly twitch her eye in irritation. There was something about that mask that really bothered her.

"Well, let's get started,"

He said in a loud and commanding voice, as though he was in charge. Immediately, Margrethe crossed her arms and took a step towards Drake, saying,

"Oh, my apologies Mr. Michael. I don't seem to remember when you were suddenly made leader of this mission."

There was a clear taunt in her voice, and it was sharpened with a biting edge. Margrethe never liked Drake. Drake never liked Margrethe. It was a simple fact that could never be disputed. And they certainly had reasons to distrust one another. But while Margrethe had no harmonious feelings towards her fellow Faction leader, she also couldn't risk having Drake on the enemy side. And that was why she grudgingly accepted him as an ally, albeit a bitter one.

Skye's voice suddenly pierced her ears. Apparently, the swords-woman had finally been aroused from her slumber by their loud conversation. A good thing too. Skye was one of the only people that Margrethe really placed her trust in. Roady and Eckhart were both extremely handy, but Margrethe wouldn't trust them with a leadership position no more then she would trust Drake with the Famine Faction's top secret files. Skye was demanding to know if they would 'take action'. A hard question at the present moment. Margrethe wanted to say yes, but there was still something that hadn't been accomplished yet. She turned towards Skye and shook her head, though her answer was for everyone, not just Skye.

"No, we're not moving out yet. I still have not received word from Rio."

She looked down doubtfully at her phone and wondered if she would ever receive word from Rio. She then made another one of her split second decisions.

"If we don't have a call within the next ten minutes, we're beginning. I don't want to start without confirmation, but neither can I afford to waste any more time standing here."

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Aristata heard Eckhart's comments and smiled and giggled. "Kitty?" She bit her lip blushing slightly. "Eckhart...I think I'm gonna you Heart. Isn't it cute?" She said laughing and reaching up to pat him on the head. She ruffles up his hair making it messy and laughs. Suddenly she caught a familiar scent. She turned around to see her leader, Drake, propped up on the tree. Embarrassed she blushed and stop fooling around with Eckhart's head. "Mr. Micheal." She said surprised and a bit embarrassed she had come without him and Exile. She walked slowly over to Drake with a low head and hoped he didn't mind, she was just a bit eager to start on another mission. She stood behind him on his right side and looked up at him and Margrethe who were having a stare off.

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Eckhart continued to ponder to his self, until he feels a hand run through his already messy hair, messing it up even more. He heard Aristata behind him, as she commented, "Eckhart...I think I'm gonna you Heart. Isn't it cute?" Eckhart laughed at his self a little. Heart? He never heard of such nickname. He didn't know whether to be upset or to laugh. Instead, he turned around, and just as he was gonna reply, he saw Drake and Margie staring each other down. The tension was so thick you can cut it with a knife.Eckhart didn't like, nor hated Drake. Simple fact was that he was his superior, and he would follow his orders. Eckhart then walks over next to Roady and toke a seat, tapping his foot uncontrollably. If he didn't kill something or blow something up soon he was gonna lose his composure. He then hears Margie say,

"If we don't have a call within the next ten minutes, we're beginning. I don't want to start without confirmation, but neither can I afford to waste any more time standing here." Out of nowhere, Eckhart joined the conversation,

"Good! If I'm not given something to kill soon I'm gonna go crazier than I already am."

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As Roady was pushed to the ground, he had half a mind to throw Aristata down the hill. "Cocky bitch." He grumbled lightly, while getting up to possibly take her on. All of a sudden his leader, Margrethe pulled a gun and aimed it as Aristata's head, causing Roady to hault himself. "If I see even one more stupid action coming from anyone, I won't hesitate to blow your brains apart. You are all on a mission here. Please act with proper conduct." Roady could tell she was serious. He knew that his marksmen skills were good, but nowhere close to her's. Even with this therianthrope abilities, he'd have a difficult time surviving, if she decided to blow his head off. Roady backed down, looking away from Aristata so he could calm himself down. He was surprised to find that Aristata had gone back to an obedient little kitten, as soon as Margrethe stepped in. Roady had to admit that he was afraid of her some times, but never saw her as a person who could break his resolve.

Roady could feel eyes boring into the back of his head, which sort of sent a chill down his spine. He looked around casually, to see Skye starring at him with an angrier expression than he's ever seen her use. It didn't faze him however. He merely starred back with a look that said, "What?! I didn't do anything. Stare hatefully at someone else." He did feel a little relief when she looked away with a huff. 'How many bullets will I have to dodge today?' Roady thought, before Margrethe stated that they might be under surveillance, which got Roady's senses back in order. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the area around him, spanning the horizen of vision until it surrounded the everything within an 7-mile radius, as was his limit with this ability. He couldn't detect any traces of hostility other than a few members of this little group. If they were being surveyed by mechanical means, he wouldn't be able to tell. The only thing he could feel were two figures who had made their way over to the group.

He opened his eyes and quickly looked over in their direction, only to find Drake, with his subordinate Exile by his side. "I forgot what?" Drake began in a taunting tone, which Roady failed to notice. Then walking over to Aristata, and telling her that she didn't need to defend him. Exile then went to her side, who had started playing with Eckhart's hair, and giving him nicknames. Roady held the urge to burst out laughing in. During this time Drake was confronted by Margrethe. Roady watched with interest as the two faced off. He always found amusement, when they argued over things such as leadership positions and such. That was when Margrethe made the decision that they would attack once Rio had confirmed her success in infiltrating the school by calling her, unless she didn't call within the next 10 minutes. "Hey boss. If you only need 10 minutes before you're ready to attack, then I should scout ahead. There might be ground troops they could have sent ahead to patrol past the school borders. If there are, I should be able to take them out before they can alert the rest of the guards." He suggested. But in all reality, he wanted to get some action as soon as possible. He was getting dreadfully bored. He then noticed that Eckhart had taken a seat next to him. 'Oh god. What could he want now?' Upon closer inspection, Roady could tell that Eckhart was just as eager to fight as he was. This was confirmed when he announced how eager he was to kill something. 'Huh. Who knew we actually had something in common.' He thought.

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Lance was so hyped up, that he almost forgot to get his medical supplies from his basement. He changed direction, and began descending the stairs, and along the corridor until he reached the sound-proof doors. He hadn't even checked to see if Izumi was following him. As soon as he opened them, panicked breathing noises, and whimpers could be heard from within. "Sorry, my little toys. I don't have time to play with you at the moment. I just need to get some of my things. I'll be back as soon as I can though!" He exclaimed before grabbing his suitcase full of tools, and rushing back to find the others. The first person to address on the situation would obviously have to be his leader.

"Francisca! Look at this!" Lance's voice could barely be heard down the hallway that led to Francisca's training room. Without taking any regard for her personal space, he flew the door leading to the lab room open, and charged inside. What he wasn't expecting was his glorious new leader to be singing a lullaby. He was in awe. "Wow. That was pretty cute, Francisca. Who knew you could sing so well. Hehehe." Lance commented, before pushing the tracking device in her face. That old satellite we took over finally came in handy. Look what it picked up. The "other" Apocalypse fraction are pilling into one location. There seems to be about 7 of them on some type of high elevation. They're no doubt about to attack the school. There is also another person who has infiltrated the school. Thats right. The United School for the Gifted. This might be our chance to steal the Milele Jua, while those idiot are acting as distractions. We'll have to move fast though." Lance explained, overly-excited by the whole ordeal.

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Aristata had finally managed to keep her Red Hot down when her sensitive ears picked up a mutter someone released under their breath about her. They must have to be pretty stupid to think that she couldn't hear it, after all she did have the best hearing out of the whole group.

"Cocky bitch." She heard from the asshole who uttered the two words. She gripped her bow tightly and unhooked it from behind her back and reached back for an arrow with the other hand. She was about to pull the razor tipped arrow from her shelth when she remembered Margrethes outburst from before and the sincerity in her deadly tone of voice. Aristata let the arrow go and put her hand back to her side but she kept her bow out in a tight grasp in her left hand, as she hoped and guessed that they would be on their way soon.

'I need to get a grip here. If I let all these people get to me I'll be killed or worse. I guess I'll try and apologize then to...Roady after all he is a hunter like myself, we better become friendly since we have the same basic level of skills and fighting techniques anyway.' Arie thought over with herself.

Aristata walked over to Roady and knelt beside him. "Hey Roady, I'm sorry...about my outburst, and for pushing you. I was out of line and I should've tryed to keep control of myself. Its was just the smell of the alcohol was giving me a headache and messing up my brain a bit. I feel bad about what I did. Can you forgive me and maybe we can be a bit friendlier?" Arie asked politely and apologetically. She offered him a small innocent and kind smile hoping, praying to God that he would forgive her.

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As Roady waited for Margrethe's answer, he noticed that Aristata had also come over to him. 'Why am I suddenly the guy to sit next to?' He thought in irritation. He'd already forgotten about his little spat with her, merely because he didn't feel it was important enough to remember. "Hey Roady, I'm sorry...about my outburst, and for pushing you. I was out of line and I should've tryed to keep control of myself. Its was just the smell of the alcohol was giving me a headache and messing up my brain a bit. I feel bad about what I did. Can you forgive me and maybe we can be a bit friendlier?" She asked him. He merely grunted in response.

That was when of course Eckhart, having nothing better to do, had to chip in his two cents. Naturally opening with his signiture laugh. Although once he brought up the part about treating him to some Jack Daniels, he had caught Roady's attention. Placing a hand on Eckhart's shoulder, Roady told Eckhart how he truly felt. "Eckhart. Even if you die and I don't, I will still loot your wallet and buy it anyway. Don't worry. I'll drink your share in your honor." He said as if it was a perfectly normal thing to say. Thats what most people should expect when they try to get buddy-buddy with Roady.

Aristata, seeming to have enjoyed Eckhart's comments, asked Eckhart if he wanted to wrestle. He couldn't help but notice she did this in an unsually affectionate way, considering Eckhart was a stranger. "Careful Kitty. He may look young, but this big boy could surprise you." Roady announced patting Eckhart on the back, just as he did to him, except with more force. One might think he was actually trying to inflict pain onto him, but rough signs of affection were just Roady's style. "How old are you anyway?" He asked her, refusing to reveal Eckhart's age before learning hers. It made things more fun for him that way. While some young boy's mothers taught their sons that it was rude to ask a lady their age, Roady, having not grown up with one, felt it was fine to ask any time.

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Forte was surprised to find that Ⓧ's hand felt as warm, as if he had blood running through him. Little did she know, that in a way, he did. Because of his bleach-white skin, she had expected him to feel cooler than a regular human. She then noticed that Ⓧ seemed to be shaking her hand quite akwardly. He then withdrew it, aftetwards apologizing for his lack of knowledge. "Oh. Its fine, really. Theres really no need to apologize." Forte replied. 'Wait. He hasn't shaken someone's hand before?' Forte thought. Ⓧ was a truly interesting creature. Forte had never met anyone like him. "So Ⓧ. Where exactly did you come from?" Forte asked, hoping her question was offensive in any way.

At the same time, Ali had asked how Ⓧ had found out about the school. Surely he must have came here by recieving a strange acceptance letter, like the rest of them. But that was for Ⓧ to reveal. Forte noticed that Ali's cat, Ace had been digging his claws into Ali's shoulder ever since Ⓧ came over. He must have been more shaken by his presence than the rest of them. Ali did seem to soothe Ace enough, for him to retract his claws. "Hey Ali. Are you ok? How deep did Ace dig in claws into you?" Forte asked her new friend, just slightly worried.