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Roady Domene

"Damn it. Why do you people keep bugging me when I'm drinking?"

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

Description

Roady "Christopher"Domene, 17, Male


< Physical Info >


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Role/Class-type: Famine faction, Hunter(Male)

Affiliation: Apocalypse

< Mentality >

Personality: Roady is a very laidback, lazy, kind of guy. He tends to get drunk any chance he gets, when his teammates aren't around to keep him in line. At 1st glance no one would really see him as a badguy type. But when he's serious, and is sent on a hunting job, he literally bears his fangs. He can be as dangerous as any animal alive in this world.


[Likes] [Dislikes]
o Drinking Being woken up x
o Sleeping Nagging teammates x
o Meditating Not getting paid enough x

< Ability Statistics >

Powers or Abilities: Roady is somewhat of a sub-marksman, although he is specified as a hunter. He carries a pair of pistols named Bianca(a Crimson-Red mixed with Charcoaled-Black pistol), and Ruster(a Slate-Gray pistol with several marks etched into it's barrel), resting in their holsters. He always keeps Bianca to his left and Ruster to his right. Roady rarely ever uses Bianca in a fight unless it gets serious. Bianca's recoil us far greater than most normal humans can handle, so Roady ussually has to charge a phantom shift such as a gorilla's around his arm to use it. Bianca's firepower is far stronger than a regular pistol's. He mostly uses Ruster which is about as powerful as your regular pistol, and dosen't have any real special qualities. Roady has also self-taught himself in Gun Kata(also known as Gun Fu). This inables him to fight in close-quarter combat, although he prefers to stay far away from his enemies.
His abilities consist only of being able to create a phantom shift at will. A phantom shift is where a Therianthrope such as Roady, is able to feel the limbs and other phenotypes of a specific animal, but those body parts are not truely there. However Roady is different, he can manifest these phantom shifts to reality, and make ghost-like images around his body of any animal he wishes. Also unlike most Therianthropes he can shift into any "living" animal he wishes, and sometimes more then 1 at a time. Of course like most Therians he can pass a mental shift. Basically a mental shift is where Roady can take on the mentality of the animal of his choosing. Their instincts, fears, desires, everything. He can also walk into a room and automatically know everything about it. It's escape routes, amount of people in it/if their enemies, air pressure, any chemicals in the air that could possibly be deadly, heat temperature, and overall ability to support life. He is very useful as a scout. Combined with his marksmen abilities, Roady is definately one to look out for.

Personal Traits: He likes older women rather than women his own age(not that old >_>).

< Personal Background >

Biography: Roady concentrates on right now, and doesn't care for the past or the consiquences that came with it. The only thing he cares to remember of his past is when he was forced to take the life of his own brother, "Jason". He and his brother were taken away from their parents at the ages of 12(Roady), and 11(Jason). They were taken to a place where children were forced to fight to the death for the amusement of their captors. Roady saw his cage, that they threw him in as a sanctuary away from the fighting. Thats why he hasen't developed a fear of tight spaces. If the children refused to fight, they were tortured. If they still refused, then they were put to death in front of the others. Sometimes they made one of the children execute those who refused to fight, just for an extra ration of moldy bread and cheese. Roady and his brother had survived for 4 long years. They each had executed at least one other child in that time. They abidded by the rules of their captors until one day, they were sent in as each other's opponent's. It was either a struggle for survival, or a chance so that the only remaining relative that they had could live another day. Roady chose survival, as most animals would. Several weeks later, at the age of 16, Roady lead a rebellion against his and the other children's captors. They stole their weapons and killed a fair amount of them in their sleep. The head officials of the sick game however, got away with about 14 of their men. Roady and the other children went their separate ways after that. Roady's birthgiven name was Christopher, but he changed it after joining Apocalypse.


Apocalypse

So begins...

Roady Domene's Story

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Ali Hill Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon

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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: Aristata Hope Collins

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Aristata walked through the woods in her knee high hiking and hunting boots. She made sure not to step on any leaves or twigs as that could draw away any potential prey or game. She licked the blood specks off her arm and tasted the small amount of blood in her mouth. Mmmm. She smiled slightly at the taste knowing that if she could only get something to hunt or eat that she could subside her hunger for meat for a while. She had just finished a job which was particularly fun and dangerous.
She had to take down an escapee from a government facility where they tested different reactions to medicines and other things in the medical profession. One of their largest bears was injected with a vile of a chemical bonding experiment to see if it was safe enough to use on humans to help a human gain strength if they were on death's door. Kinda like a pick me up but from dying. Anyway Arie had been tracking the beast for about 3 days through the woods and a rural farm town, when just an hour ago she finally caught up with the monster and took it down. She couldn't really tame the bear because it had gone completely rogue and insane. without a choice Arie had to shoot the animal in the heart with about three arrows to penetrate its skin well enough to kill the damned thing. When the deed was done Arie put the tag that the scientists instructed her to put when she committed the kill so they would track it down and take the body in for testing, which meant that she was unable to obtain anything from the bear, no pelt, meat, teeth or claws, only the money from the reward she had been promised.
Arie listened to the birds chirp around her in the trees. She walked for about another hour to her new destination. She was instructed by her supervisor to head for a school to meet up with some "special people just like you" as her super put it. Arie became saddened when the edge of the woods met her feet and she started her trek up a big grassy hillside. She reached the top and looked around for the others from the other factions. She spotted a guy drinking something. She sniffed the air and picked up his scent, alcohol. She gripped her bow and wasn't sure if she was going to be in any danger of the drinker but made her way over anyway not afraid to back down from a fight. "um hello...?" She said looking at the man curiously and smelling the air around them, while keeping her ears on alert for any sounds of danger. She stood about a yard and half away and stared curiously at the him.

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

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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: Skye Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon

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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: Skye Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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: Skye Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Leliana A. Seighaert Character Portrait: Sofia Eriksson Character Portrait: Danni Walker Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall Character Portrait: Francisca La'Rouge

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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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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Rio Green Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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Eckhart is getting antsy, rapidly tapping his foot against the ground. He then shook his head a little and thought, 'Damn it man, get a hold of yourself. If you go insane now you can blow this whole operation for Apocalypse.' Just as he shook his head, Aristata came over next to Roady. After what happened, what could she possibly want? She knelt down and said,

"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?" Eckhart laughed a little, and decided to join in on the conversation.

"I agree. Things are gonna be hell if we wanna rip each others face off before the mission even starts." Eckhart looks over at Roady, "And if you come out of this alive, I'll treat you to some Jack Daniels." Eckhart said laughing and giving Roady a pat on the back.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Ali Hill Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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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.

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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: The Black Swamp Witch Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall Character Portrait: Francisca La'Rouge

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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."

Skye nods not wanting to go forward with the subject any longer, she stood there and observed the other members.
They all seemed strong, and this made her feel at ease. Though at the same time, it worried her secretly. It is obvious many fraction members don't like the idea of working together...but then again they weren't dumb enough to go against each other...right? Although seeing how the situation between Roady, Eckhart, and Aristata was all happy, it seemed to tie the group together.

'The peace should last..' She thought, watching their interaction with much amusement. 'For awhile...'

Dropping her tense hand from the hilt of her sword, she began to think about the possibility of killing all the E.P.I.C swords men in the school. It has been rumors that there were many this year and was a perfect time to hunt them all. Killing enemies swords men became a habit lately and it was rare to see so many in one place. "Hey Eckharts you wanna wrestle? Blow off some steam or something huh?" She started to laugh and smirked at Eckhart hoping he would say yes, because she was all game for a good play wrestling about now too. "pleeeease? You wanna wrestle with an innocent little kitten like me?" she batted her eyelashes innocently and laughed at herself. A lazy eyebrow quirked up before the both angled downward and she pinched the bridge of her nose with a scoff. 'Does she not know how old he is...?' But she didn't blame her, Eckhart looked rather young but he was...an official geezer.
Honestly, she was jealous at his rare ability to look young at such an age. He probably had a lot of tricks up his sleeves after all the things he went through. What was this blue hair girl getting herself into to?... 'This would be fun to watch~'

Izumi


Upon hearing the noise of Lance's torture toys, she sighed with bliss, her heart rate increasing. Though Izumi quickly caught up to Lance and was surprised to hear a calm and sweet melody. It surprisingly calmed her down....but only a little. "Yeah!" She agrees with lance on both of his statements. If they were to get the artifact who knew what power they will get. But then again her concious tugged at her, telling her how slim the chances were. But she ignored it. The concious was right, but she lacked adventure and if she were to go without it for a large amount of time, she may explode... literally. "come on Leader what do you think!" Izumi urged her, by getting closer to her "personally bubble", her claws scratching the ground slightly. 'Anything would be fine, just to explode a building will set her down for awhile.' Her eyes widen, and began to water in a childish "Puppy eye"

Exile


Exile watch the interaction between both leaders, and ignored the urge to growl. She took a step closer to Drake in a protective manner, seeing that Aristata was having her own fun. 'Was this really a good idea to put the fractions together...?' She wonders, her fingers tingling with magic as the presence of another magical user came along. It was the "Black Swamp Witch" who she heard of frequently. She began to stare calmly at the witch, taking in some information about her. This witch seemed strong, and she can see that she would be kinda good in physical combat. She didnt look that bad either. 'Maybe she would teach me something...' Exile thought, hoping that would be true. She been reading numbers of spells books that did not interest her in the slightest, so learning a new spell would make her day.

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Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Skye Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Eckhart Rockwall

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Aristata was looking back and forth from Roady to Eckhart when then Roady hit Eckhart on the back with surprisingly an unnecessary amount of force and said, "Careful Kitty. He may look young, but this big boy could surprise you." Aristata laughed at them, they were quite the funny pair. "I'm just bored is all. Waiting is getting everyone antsy ya know. And both of you guys look a little restless, ready to get going. Only a question, besides you, Roady, probably couldn't win against a kitten like me." She smirked and laughed softly to herself. "Perhaps you wanna wrestle Roady if you wanna?" She laughed and smiled waiting for his response Arie was only trying to see if she could help some people who she saw were getting eager. Besides, again if they didn't blow off some steam now instead of waiting to fight later they could go trigger happy and mess things up for everyone.

But of course Aristata was getting funny looks from people and knew they thought that she was probably too naiive and young to know some things about the others here. Arie was hoping that she could wrestle because she wanted to just play fight right now, get warmed up if you will a bit before actually going. Also Aristata was pretty eager to see how her new team mates fought in combat or whether she could trust them enough to perhaps put her own life in their hands when that special time came. She was not going to die without going down fighting and she didn't know how strong the staff or students in the building were anyways.

"How old are you anyway?" Roady asked her in a questioning kind of way. Most girls might be a little striken by the sudden question about how old she is, maybe they might even be offended by the asking of such a question. But being Aristata grew up around males and didn't have her mother around much she was glad to answer the question. "I am 19 years old Roady. Why do you want to know? Wait, how old are you again? You look like you're 18 or so Roady." She smiled at him and looked him over with a slightly puzzled look on her face. Aristata leaned in a little towards Roady to get a better smell of him which could help her get to know him a bit better. Then she felt some peoples hormones or vibes that were directed towards her and she couldn't really tell if they were good or bad. Deciding that she was being perhaps a bit too curious here she went back to her position sitting next to Roady, not, smelling his unique scent.

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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Leliana A. Seighaert Character Portrait: Danni Walker Character Portrait: Exile Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Margrethe Thea Salomon

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Drake Micheal
Drake had just started talking when Margrethe started and stare off between the two, he noticed Aristata walk up beside him, then she left to speak with Roady, meanwhile Exile had taken a place to the right of Drake, "As far as I recall you've never had a problem with leadership, during your tough times" he said with a slight grin on his face, recalling the countless times he has got her out of some situations. He quickly got off the tree and started to walk towards the school, the group seemed puzzled by his actions, "I'm not waiting up, we haven't got all night" he told them as he continued to walk towards the school. When he reached the front gate he quietly leapt up onto a nearby branch and then leapt from tree to tree until he was able to leap onto the roof and carefully peaked through the glass ceiling of the hall. He noticed Rio speaking to a bunch of students, "What is she doing?" he quickly scurried back to the edge and leapt back into the trees. He watched the building and kneeled on a large branch as he waited for the teams to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Drake Michael Character Portrait: Roady Domene Character Portrait: Forte Mussolini Character Portrait: X Character Portrait: Ali Hill Character Portrait: Aristata Hope Collins Character Portrait: Izumi FullBuster Character Portrait: Lance Kirkwall Character Portrait: Francisca La'Rouge Character Portrait: Toria Kazuki Character Portrait: Gennah Kazuki

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[I would like to apologize in advance for the people I keep waiting after this post. I would also like to apologize for how short as hell, and half-assed some of these posts will be, as I shall begin packing for the trip soon, and probably have little time online afterwards, because we're probably going to be getting up soon. Believe me. No one detests one-liners more. Ok. They're not thaaat bad, but whatevs. Me still no likey them.]

Lance was a little dissapointed in his leader's response to stealing the Milele Jua, but was happy to find that her distaste for the other factions was still fresh. "Sweet! So we still get to mess with those assholes who left us to die. Bet they don't even think any of us survived." Lance snickered, before motioning to Izumi to follow him, before taking off again.

Once he reached the floor he expected her to be on, Lance attempted to kick the door open in excitement, only to recoil in pain, clutching his foot. All that was heard was a blunt, thuding noise against the door. He then proceeded to opening it like a normal person. "He-ow... Hey Gennah. Guess who we get to mess with today. Wanna visit your little sis?" He asked through a mischevious, toothy smirk, while opening the door a crack. "I bet she'll sure be happy to see you." He commented, with a thumbs up.

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"Nah. I'll save the fighting for the E.P.I.C. brats." He responded to Aristata's wrestling challenge. After announcing that she was 19, she then countered by asking, and even guessing his age. "One less, little lady. I'm 17." Was Roady's simple reply. "Like I said, you should was out who you flirt with. Ecky's over here is 28. Big surprise right?" He chuckled, awaiting the girl's reaction.

Meanwhile, Roady couldn't help but notice that the Death faction leader taking off before the rest of them. "You're boss is kinda reckless, aint he? I think I could get along with him. " Roady commented, before smiling, and leaping off the hill. His feet skidded along the mix of grassy and earthen terrain. "Can't let him have all the fun!" He yelled out, before reaching to the bottom, and focusing a cheetah phantom-shift around his arms and legs. Roady then began running on all fours at incredible speed, with ghost-like yellow fur pertruding from his forearms and legs. Before he got close enough to be spotted, he dispelled his phantom-shift. He spotted Drake on top of a tree, not too far from where he was. He scouted the area, searching for any guards patrolling the area. He found none. Taking out ruster, he waited for his teamates to follow him, already aiming the pistol at the head of a slumbering student. "You don't even know how easy it would be to kill you right now. Dumb brat..." He commented.

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Forte was a bit confused by Ⓧ's answer. "An air force? What where you do-" She began before he answered Ali's question. 'Half-life? Hero?' Forte thought in her head. Ⓧ just kept getting more and more interesting by the second. He then proceeded to meanding the minor cuts and stabs Ace had delt to Ali in his fit of fear. "It looks like you could become something pretty close to a hero with abilities like that." Forte announced.

[DSFDJWFGAESJU$^QEDWDY3t2y3EGh4Hds#@$ytrsdfasdojigdswGDSHD3e#RFg$FFWF#FEF$GKDEOF!#WM SEX PISTOL! Now that I have all of your attention's, I'd like to start explaining how things will be for all of those people who don't look at the OOC. Archy(Byte) will be in charge until my return from a vaca trip within 3 days. His/Her(Sorry, still confused on that concept. xD) word is law! I believe *insert gender* has a pretty good idea whats going on, and what should occur in the next few pages of text. I still want all of you to remember the "3 POST LIMIT PER RP'ER(not character) EACH DAY." I can not stress this enough. If I return to 30 pages of a 2-man convo, I'm shuttin this mofo down asap. xD
I don't think theres anything else left to announce. Oh yh! Any characters that are made afterwards, will be accepted(depending on how well you followed the charry skelly). Is a certain couple of reservations aren't met by then, then theyw will be deleted. xD Well. Merry Sexmas in 6 months everyone! :D *waves goodbye like a Boss(spaz)*]