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Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

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a character in “Impending Pursuit”, as played by forever2b

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{Full Name: }
Edward Killedge

{Age: }
18

{Gender: }


{Species: }
Elf

{Face Claim : }
Ky Kiske || Guilty Gear Xrd





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.Height:
5'10" (1.78 m)

Hair Color:
Blonde
Weight:
128 lbs (58 kg)

Eye Color:
Blue


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Overall Appearance:
Edward dresses in a white and blue attire to match his sword. Don't let his slim appearance fool you; he is deceptively strong.




“ Be grateful, death shall be your salvation,”



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Personality :

Edward sees himself as the hero that will save the earth by killing all the evil mutants that have infested it, as well as the humans that have escaped to the sky. Because of his belief, the elf sees himself better than anyone else. He looks down on everyone he sees as tainted and always talks in a condescending manner to them. He has no time for creatures with distorted morals, or humans that escaped from the creator's wrath. All must be punished by death. However, those who have a pure heart and intentions, Edward swears to protect. These creatures are rare to see, but every now and then Edward will see someone that he wants to shield from the corruption of the world. When he finds those creatures, he goes out of his way to make sure they are alive and untainted.




▶Theme Song : Smell of the Game // Guilty Gear Strive OST







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Likes
Beauty // Edward likes beautiful things. Whether it be creatures or materials, he loves to seek beauty everywhere he goes.
Perfection // Secondly, he loves perfect things. Creatures, creations, performances, ideas, all things should be perfect.
Justice // Lastly, he loves justice. No evil shall go unpunished before his eyes.




Dislikes
Tainted Morals"Creatures with twisted morals are scums to Edward. "
Humans"They are the creator's forsaken creatures. He needs to eradicate them. "
Mutants"They are the consequences of what the humans have done; imperfect creatures should not exist."
Getting His Clothes Dirty"Edward hates getting his clothes dirty or his face cut. He will go berserk if provoked enough. "




Strengths
Sword Combat"In sword combat, Edward is unmatched by any. "
Parry"Edward's reaction is so fast, he can even parry a bullet. He is also excellent at disarming foes. "
Elf-kind"Being an elf, Edward is very, very intelligent. "
Strength and Speed"He is very quick and strong."




Weaknesses

No Range Edward has to get up close to fight effectively.
Perfectionist His search for beauty and perfection may not make him the most efficient killer.
Loyal Guardian To those he deems worthy, Edward will protect with his life on the line.






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{ Weapon : The Holy Sword - BlitzAzure}

This master sword chooses its owner. It brims with electrical energy. The sword is made out of the lightest and strongest material that humans cannot find on earth. It's shock is enough to knock out an elephant, and the blade is sharp enough to cut through most metals.







































{Place of Origin :}
A secret society hidden in the Amazon Rain Forest.

{ Background : }
Edward Killedge is not his real name. He lived in a secret society of Elves tucked away in the depths of the Amazon Rain Forest, away from prying eyes. His Elven name cannot be written, but it can be translated to "the one chosen". The Elves believed that they were created by a divine being to make sure the inhabitants of earth were doing his will, so they hid themselves from the humans and worked behind the scene to make sure the earth was going according to the creator's plan. However, the time came when human greed went too far and they challenged the creator which brought them destruction. Knowing the extinction of human society was nigh, the Elves withdrew completely from human presence and began to train warriors that would bring about the cleansing of the failed creatures.

Having grown up in such culture, Edward, or so the humans call him, had a burning passion for justice and combat. Not only that, the young Elf was gifted. He mastered all the sacred arts of the Elven sword and even managed to bring the Elder to his knees when sparing together with wooden swords. Clearly, the young elf lived up to his Elven name. The Elves were convinced that Edward was the leader that would bring about justice to the world, and that idea was cemented when the Holy Sword: BiltzAzure chose him to be the wielder. The legend has it that this sword was forged at the time of creation when the earth was just a cloud of storms. It would seem that the Elves were ready to cleanse the world in the name of their creator.

However, not all Elves agreed, some wanted to train warriors just to defend their territories, others were insistent on a command and conquer approach. With all this bickering going around, Edward decided to take matters into his own hands by sneaking out of the Amazon and going on a kill spree all across the nations. There, the young elf earned his last name Killedge. However, one Elf could only do so much. That was when he received an invitation to the Game of Pursuit. It was where all mutants from around the world would gather to compete for a grand prize and only one would win. Perfect.






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Edward Killedge's Story

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Location: Fresh Kills Wastes 40.57667°N 74.18733°W


Fresh Kills Wastes was a landfill that the humans turned into a grand park with many trees and paths to explore. However, after the impact, the land became void of life and a dumping ground. Over time, the lush green colors, turned to a soot black, as the tall green trees were replaced by mountains of white and green garbage piles. Leftover metal parts from transportation scattered through out, most of them covered in orange rust. The creatures that walked the lands were mutants, scavenging for parts to sell or criminals trying to bury evidence within the mounds of trash.

Today, Fresh Kills Wastes seemed to be eerily quiet. Only the sound of rusted metals blowing in the wind could be heard. A small figure in a hood looked around nervously, as she made her way throughout the trash mountains. A young mutant, around the age of ten, seemed to scavenging early when no one was around. It would seem sound to conclude that she was the caretaker of her family and desperate for income, or else no one would dare to travel this lawless mess of a land.

Off to a distance, an arm could be found amongst the ripped plastic bags. If one were to search far enough, they were sure to find more body parts. Cautiously, the little girl made her way around to what seemed to be a run down motor bike. The red paint has scratched off of its surface and the lights were completely missing from it. The girl dug with her tiny hands for something she could take. Her tail stuck vertically out of her rugged cloak. After hours of digging, and plenty of grease on her face and hands, the young girl managed an armful of useful metal she could sell off to a vendor. The money wouldn't be a lot, but it would be enough to buy their family a loaf of bread. With the free arm, the girl wiped off the sweat forming on her forehead, smearing black grease on it. Her reddish brown hair fell forward to cover parts of the smear.

A crow off in the distance, began to caw, signaling the impending disaster that was about to fall upon the girl. Surprised, the girl jumped, the hair sticking out of her tail. She turned to see the culprit of the sound and gave it a mean glare, before relaxing. The crow took off flying, as if to respond to the girl's disapproval of it. However, eminent threat presented itself, as a man stepped forward to block the girl's path back.

"Well, look what we have here?" He said, casually walking over to the girl, his hands in his black leather pants' pockets. "This ain't a place for little girls like you. It's... dangerous." The mutant said with a devilish grin.

The girl's brown eyes widened, as she sensed the danger approaching her. Her eyes scanned the environment, looking for a way out. Finding a space between them, the girl dashed around the man, hugging the scraps in her arms. She tried to run, but the mutant man caught her by her hood, making her drop pieces of scrap. Now, just wanting to survive, the girl threw away her hood and drove her tiny legs as fast as she could towards the heap of junk, but to no avail, her predator caught her by her hair.

He lifted his victim up to his face, while the girl let out a scream of pain from being pulled up by them. She began to kick and scream, which seemed to please the rugged man even more. "What a feisty girl you are. You will sell well in the sex market!" He said as he brought her closer to examine, his other hand lifted the girl's chin up. "Little scratches here and there, but nothing make up couldn't fix." He said.

Out of desperation the girl tucked her chin down to bite the man's finger, which made him yell out in pain, tossing the girl against the mountain of trash. She went tumbling down, her back slammed against more metal parts, pinning her to the pile of mess. Angered, the full grown mutant, loomed over the girl that bit her. His eyes were filled with intent to kill.

"You little shit!" He exclaimed, as he picked her up out of the scraps, by the neck. The girl squirmed to set herself free. The man began to squeeze tighter around her neck, but then a smile crept across his face as he slammed the girl back down on the floor. "You need to be taught a lesson here." He said as he began to unbuckle his belt, "Let's break you in first before we take you to the marke-"

Before the mutant could finish his sentence, a bright flash appeared before his eyes. After a slight pause, his right hand came right off, spurting blood all over the area. The mutant fell over rolling in pain, as he gathered his still squirming hand from the ground to try and put it together.

"Tainted creature," A voice exclaimed, "face your retribution. You shall pay for your sins."

Edward stood behind the girl, so that she couldn't see what was going on. His blue eyes stared down at the trembling mutant, who was holding his right and together with his left.

"W-who da fuck are you?" The mutant said managing to get up.

The elf let out a smile, "Your salvation." he said as he sliced off the whole right arm of the mutant, while keeping the little girl behind his overcoat to obscure her vision.

Another loud scream rang throughout the Fresh Kills Wastes, the rusted red soaked into the grayish dirt of the land.

"A quick death is way too good for a vermin like you." the Elf exclaimed, as he whipped his sword downwards to clean off the blood on its white edge. He slowly walked over to the mutant, having the girl follow him behind. Curious, the girl tried to let out a peak, but Edward pushed her head back behind his coat. In response, the mutant backed off to one of the trashy hills.

"D-don't come any closer, or you'll die." The mutant said. Not phased, Edward kept pressing forward, step by step. Once the elf was close enough, the mutant let out a smirk, "Don't say I didn't warn you." It said, letting out a high pitched whistle.

Immediately, from the hills of trash, jumped out five mutants armed with two daggers in each hand. They came from all sides lunging at the blonde elf with all they got. (The mutant was saving the ambush as a back up in case the girl got away, but it was useless now.) Edward, stood there waiting for the five to collapse on to him. Perfect. He thought.

Quickly, he threw his outer coat into the air, obscuring the five's vision. He knelt to the ground with his sword stretched to his back. With one motion, the elf jumped into the air to meet the assailants, as his over coat covered the girl. The sun rose high to create a white background, as a quick spin from Edward dismembered the five figures into pieces. Blood and flesh rained down from the sky, as the elf landed. The girl dug herself out of the coat to stare at a smiling face in ponytails.

When her brow eyes met his blue, the girl felt her face feel warm. She quickly looked away putting her hands together in a knot. Edward knelt down to her eye level.

"Tell me, where are you from?"

Before the girl could answer a screaming voice interrupted, "you FUCKER!" It was the mutant man that lost one of his arms. He attached himself to the back of Edward. "Fuck you, you piece of shit sucking bitch! We'll die together!"

In the mutant's mind, he was going to activate a bomb inside his chest to blow up himself and this "bitch". However, what he didn't account for was that Edward's sword was quick. The world seemed to turn upside down as the mutants head fell off its body. Blood sprayed out of the neck, the body going limp and to the ground. Edward let out a frown, as he got his clothes dirtier.

Gently, he wrapped the girl around his coat and picked her up around his arms. The girl seemed surprised at first, but didn't seem to mind a pretty man picking her up. Within a few minutes, Edward was able to drop the girl off outside the entrance to the Wasteland.

Taking his overcoat off the girl, Edward said "This place is infested with filth, don't come here again."

The girl looked down at the ground grabbing on to her rugged cloth that she called clothes. Tears began to fall to the ground as she exclaimed "But mama and sis and brother need my help."

Edward let out another frown, "Then go somewhere else for help, not here."

"But all other places don't want me to help. I have, no other place. I need to help myself."

The elf let out a sigh. He didn't want to help out a child, as he had a greater calling in life, but this time he made an exception. Getting to his knees again, he patted the girl's back until she looked up. Out of his pocket, Edward got out a golden coin with the Matriarch's face imprinted on it. He handed the girl the coin.

"Find somewhere else. This place is not safe. In the meantime, use this to feed your family."

The girl's eyes widened as she saw the shiny gold in her tiny hands. She clutched it with both hands and held it to her chest.

"T-thank you, um."

"No need to thank me. Now go."

The girl reluctantly nodded her head, as she turned to run off. She turned around one more time to get a good look at her savior, and then she was out of sight. Edward stood there for a bit, watching the girl run off. There were so many disgusting creatures in this world. The gold coin could last a mutant on earth about a month of food and drinks, but with that much money in the child's hand she was most likely to get robbed. Edward found the coin when killing off a noble scum out in the ruined cities and he had no use for human currency. He just wanted to give the girl hope in this evil world. Turning to go back to the Fresh Kill Waste, he was now determined, more then ever, to kill off every immoral mutant and human he could find, so that girls like who he saved, could live in the earth peacefully as the creator intended it to be.

It would seem as if the creator answered Edward's determination, as an excited voice called out his lottery number ID for the Game of Pursuit. Gathering himself up, he walked up to the terminal, his blue eyes lit with the desire to cleanse the world of evil.

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The terminal was filled with mutants of all shapes and sizes. Having received his invitation, Edward made it over the counter. The tall blonde, showed his ID to the nervous clerk at the desk. He loomed over the shorter human, who tried his best to not make eye contact. Verifying that Edward was selected for the Game, the clerk wearily responded,

"C-congratulations on being chosen for the 100th Game of Pursuit!" He tried is best to be professional and smile, but it was obvious that the worker was trying to hide his nervousness.

Edward stared down at the man with a cold, deadly stare. Such a disgusting creature, faking his way through life, congratulating creatures on a battle to the death for its own entertainment. One hundred competitions and no winners, everyone who participated in the Game of Pursuit were practically going to die; they were so far gone without hope that they wanted to take even the slightest chance of getting lucky even if the other ninety-ninth time, there were no winners. Only killers and those who were desperate would join, a perfect battleground for Edward to protect the hopeless, while killing off the murderers. Then these forsaken creatures, known as humans, will be purged too, but not now. He had to bide his time.

"Why, thank you." Edward replied, giving the man behind the desk a warm smile while taking back his ID.

The clerk paused to look at the elf's face. It was calm and kind as far as he could tell, and kind of pretty... The man shook his head trying his best to be professional.

"O-of course! N-no problem at all!" He said, regaining his confidence. No matter how pretty they looked, they were mutants after all. Boy they were sure gullible. Clearing his throat, the clerk said "For the safety of others on the ride and people on Father, please give us your support item. We will scan it and send it to you once you arrive at the battlefield...." The clerk looked nervously once again at Edward. Last time he gave this speech to a competitor, he almost got physically abused. If it weren't for the guards, the clerk would have been in the hospital bed on paid leave.

"I see." Edward said considerately, "Please take care of my sword." He said handing his white-blue sword to the man with one hand. The clerk received the sword with two hands, but the weigh caught him off guard, dragging him and the sword to the ground.

"Oh no, are you alright?" Edward rushed over to try and help the clerk up, but before he could get behind the desk, three guards in full suit and helmets surrounded him, with their guns pointing at him. The clerk quickly got up waving to the guards.

"I-I'm fine. The mutie did nothing wrong. I just fell by myself." He said.

"Roger that. Let's move."

"Sorry about that, um, Mr. Killedge. We'll ship this sword to the Father as soon as possible! Your shuttle will come in about ten minutes."

Edward gave a quick frown at the word "Mutie". How dare they compare me to such creatures?

Back to his facade, Edward smiled "No problem. Thanks for the ticket."

Turning around, the young Elf couldn't help but tremble. He would have all of their heads on a plate. Waiting for the shuttle, Edward couldn't help but look at the large Holo Pod that these earthly creatures used for entertainment. He saw an interview about the Game of Pursuit. A red and blue haired girl was doing the interview. She was going on about how this year's game was going to be amazing and different from the others. More empty words.

Humans seemed to love speaking without really meaning anything. She did seem to have a good looking face. It was a shame. When pressed for more information, a tall slender man pulled her aside. He was on camera for a good second before the footage was cut, but Edward was certain that the dark skin tone was from one "creature" on earth. "Creatures" were really a generous term to call them. The sacred, becoming tainted with darkness; they were more like dirt, fallen trash that needed to be burned. Edward let out a smile. The Game just became even more of an opportunity for him.

Over the PA a feminine, robotic voice spoke "The shuttle for, the Father is now boarding on, station 3. The shuttle for, the father, is now boarding on, station 3."

That was the elf's Que to board the shuttle. Brushing off the dirt on his shoes and clothes, Edward got up from his seat with a burning intent glimmering in his eyes. Everything will pay off. The earth shall be made clean once again.

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Location: Shuttle to Father

A long slew of passengers sat in a line on the shuttle to the Father. In the middle of the seats, Edward sat forward, hunched over, hands together, in his seat. His eyes were looking at the ground, but in reality, he was lost in thought. Thoughts about what he was going to do when he got on Father. Thoughts on when the best time was to strike. The moments had to be swift and precise. There could be no mistakes he could afford. His thoughts were cut short, however by a bloodied corpse thrown at his feet. The head seemed to have a dent the size of a thumb while spit and blood oozed out of the eyes and opened mouth, tongue hanging out loose. The momentum of the corpse hitting the floor splashed blood onto Edward's shoes and up to his hands. Coming out of his thoughts, the elf slowly turned his head to see where the body came from holding in the intent to kill whoever threw this at him.

A muscular figure without a top and long fiery red hair stood on top of two more corpses, holding the face of another mutant up with one arm way above him. The man had a devilish grin, blood painted on his face and feet.

"Is this all the contestants have to offer?" he said, "How disappointing."

The fiery demon-like creature threw the body on the ceiling of the shuttle vents, causing the head to split open to many parts, spraying mists of blood everywhere on top of him. The man laughed mechanically.

"There's no challenge! No challenge at all!"

Edward looked over the scene, letting out a click on his mouth. Normally, he would go after this scum without hesitation, but right now he didn't have his sword, BlitzAure, with him. The elf's strength was in sword play, no one could match him in that, but without it, his combat power was significantly weaker. Judging from the physique and the number of mutants he took out, the red-head was a hand to hand fighter. Edward wasn't sure if he could beat him. However, he couldn't just stand by while evil
creatures just did what they wanted; no, he had to fulfill the creator's desires. Closing his eyes, Edward stood up to gather his mind. He breathed in, but then quickly opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth and nose.

This bitter-sweet scent was the same scent that had killed many ignorant creatures that dared to inhale or consume this toxin. As the elf stood there, a long purple haired girl with dark butterfly wings passed him. She had a tall crown on her head, and wore a short black dress with transparent sleeves. She, too was bare foot, with one leg decorated in golden chains. The girl had butterfly shaped jewel on her hair, and she walked elegantly, as someone would when walking to a podium to accept an award in front of a crowd. Powder came out of her wings, scenting her tracks with deadly green sparkles. She had an even smile on her face as she made her way over to the muscular red-head.

"You know, boys like you need to be put in time out." She said casually, putting out a finger to point at the muscular man now tearing apart the corpses he had created.

"Huh?" The man said looking over at the girl with a deadly frown, "and who are you?"

"As the queen of my species, it is my duty to silence those who cause trouble. Save the bloodshed for later."

Without waiting for another word to come out of the girl's mouth, the man lunged at her with his hands ready to grab her throat to tear the spine right out of her body.

"Die!" He said.

Edward saw the man move maliciously at the girl. Damn. This was not good. This demon of a creature didn't care for anything but killing. The girl would be dead in an instant if he got a hold of her. Edward lunged out of his seat, hoping that he was not too late to do something to protect her, but at the back of his head, he knew that by the time he reached her, the man would have his hand at her throat. Also the poisonous air that was created around him would make it difficult for him to move without getting poisoned. Still he had to try.

However, Edward's help wasn't needed as the man's hand stopped inches from the girl's throat. It was like he was frozen in time. The elf could see that the fiery red haired man was struggling to get to the self-proclaimed queen, who didn't move from where she stood since she said those words. The only difference in her was that she had her wings spread out to the side of her.

The muscular man slouched over, his face visibly frustrated, but the body not listening to him.

"There we go." The girl said smiling. "That will keep you calm for a while."

Edward stopped himself just behind the girl, as he saw the threat being neutralized. Noticing his presence, the girl turned around, her golden eyes meeting his blue.

"Oh, and are you the prince, who came over here to save me?" She said cheerfully. "Too bad." The girl let out a giggle, her wings folding behind her back.

A frown of annoyance came across Edward's face, before he returned to a neutral face.

"I'm glad you are in one piece." He said, "So the poison must have been your doing."

The girl's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, you could sense my toxins? Not only are you a looker, but smart too."

"Save the flattery. What is a deadly butterfly like yourself doing here?"

The conversation was abruptly stopped by a low rumble. The captain announced that they were landing on Father shortly and for everyone to get in their seats and fasten their seat belts.

"Maybe I'll tell you another time." She winked at him, prancing back to her seat. Edward did the same, buckling his seat belt. He looked over at the girl, who caught his eyes. She gave a casual smile and a wave. This Game was going to be more troublesome than he thought.

Once the shuttle safely landed onto Father, the girl ran off ahead disappearing with her manager. The muscular man was detained by two humans that wore the same suits as the guards on earth did. He was led off into a room with his manager. A robot came to clean up the bloody corpse, scrape blood and flesh off the floors and ceilings.

When he got there, a human girl with pink hair and a revealing red outfit greeted him. Her red eyes stared straight at him. "Greetings mutant, I am your manager, Crane." She said holding out her hand.

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Edward took the red-gloved hand of the human that introduced herself as his manager. The young elf took a slight bow, allowing his tied up hair to fall gently down, before getting back up with a smile. It irritated him that a human would call him a mutant, but that's something he would have to endure for the greater good.

"Edward Killedge, at your service." He responded.

Looking up, he could see that the human was trying hard from cringing. Clearly she didn't want to consider a mutant her equal. It must have been ingrained in her head since she was little, of how inferior these creatures were compared to them. However, Crane seemed like a good actor, as she kept her body from trembling and even offered Edward, who she saw as a mutant, a hand.

Just what kind of plan did she have in mind? Edward wondered, No matter, I have ways of making her useful to me. After all, having a human on his side would tremendously help him infiltrate the system from the inside.

Turning the hand to expose her palms to his piercing blue eyes, Edward asked Crane, "My, what a beautiful glow you have on your wrist. Do all humans carry this sort of marking?"

At his words, the pink haired human quickly retracted her hand. Grabbing her wrist nervously she responded with a forced giggle.

"I think we will have plenty time to get to know each other, but right now, getting you suited up for the orientation is our priority."

Edward pursed his lips. She was good. The human managed to derail the conversation to hide important information while making the decisions she made for him sound like ones that both of them chose. However, Crane wasn't perfect in her masquerade; her body language showed Edward that whatever was in her wrist was very important to the humans. So important that they had to keep it a secret from the contestants, which would imply that if the contestants, a.k.a. mutants, knew about the object, it would interfere with the plans set forth by the humans. Else, Crane would have responded to his compliments in a positive fashion. Plus, it wasn't like Edward was unattractive. If that was the case, she would have not held the handshake for such a long time. It was just a conjecture, but not without thought.

The elf returned a smile back at the human girl, "All right, let's get to know each other more later."

Crane gave a nod, not changing her expression of a slight smile. Walking towards a large gate, she gestured for Edward to follow.

"This way," she said.

Edward followed closely behind, his eyes were fixed on the girl's wrist while she had her back to him. Only when Crane turned around every now and then to check up on him, did he look away from the wrist to make eye contact with her. Once in front of the gate, the pink haired human touched her wrist on a scanner, making the red lights on it, green. With mechanical sounds, the door slid open.

"Beyond lies the room to make us look the best in front of potential sponsors." She pointed, suggesting that Edward go in first.

"Of course," Edward replied, "ladies first." He motioned politely for Crane to go in before him.

Crane smiled at the suggestion, "Thanks, but you should head in first. I don't want this door to close on you." She said.

"I see. Well then, please excuse me." Edward responded, as he walked pass Crane and into the metallic chambers that the humans called a "room". Once inside the doors, Edward stopped and turned his head enough to see Crane, out of the corner of his eyes, enter the room. Moments after the door shut with the inside sensor's light turning from green to red.

So that's one way to use it. Edward thought. The young elf pieced together an application for the object in the human's wrist. It was clear that the object could act as a key to open doors to facilities, but was it just a key or more like an identification for more applicable use? It has yet to be seen. From Crane's hesitancy to tell Edward about the wrist object, most likely meant that it was the latter, because the girl wanted to conceal the identity of the object, yet she showed no objection to Edward clearly watching her open the door with her wrist, even in knowing that he inquired about it. If his conjecture was correct, the wrist object would allow anyone who had it to impersonate the person that wore it, very useful indeed.

Upon observing the doors, Edward could see that the doors have two scanners, one on the outside and inside, and a sensor in between them. Each scanner turned green when permission was granted for the doors to open, while being red when locked. Furthermore, the sensor in the middle would detect if the person with the chip was inside or outside the door in order to determine whether it would transition from an open state to a close state. That's why Crane insisted on Edward to go through the doors first saying that the door would close on him if she went in first.

Quite the information gathered from such small actions. But how much of the information given was intentional? Edward wondered.

Breaking from his thought, Edward looked over to Crane, waiting for her to direct him on what was next. Seeing his expressions, the aspiring actress walked next to him showing a kind smile.

"This is the room where we will get cleaned. A machine will shower you and bathe you in the perfume that you desire. Please be sure to put your clothes and belonging in the basket provided for you, before you enter in."

Edward looked over at Crane. She still maintained her smile, keeping him distant from her, while providing the necessary information to keep him going. This won't do. he thought. For Edward to get information out of the human, she needed to be much closer to him emotionally. Usually, his natural beauty would have captivated anyone who didn't have a motive behind their actions. Clearly, Crane was disciplined, but how much so?

Slowly Edward began to unbutton his overcoat. The elf allowed it to slide down to his feet. He then took off the band which kept his long blonde hair flow freely down his back. He took of his shirt with one motion, causing his hair to flow downwards. Edward flipped his hair backwards so that the golden locks of hair could slide down his bare back. The elf bent over and began to take off his shoes when, the human watching him, interrupted.

"B-but please, do so after I leave the room."

Edward stopped. Slowly, he stood up to look at Crane, locking his blue eyes with her crimson red ones. The elf kept a neutral face, as if he was expecting what he was doing to be the norm.

"Oh, weren't you going to shower with me?" he said nonchalantly. "I remember you saying 'we' were going to get cleaned."

Crane's eyes shook, as her face's color changed to match her bright red eyes. She took a step back as she tried to diffuse the situation. However, the image that Edward painted was too much for her to bare.

"I- I would never bathe with a mutant!" She yelled, as she rushed to a door located perpendicular to the one they came in from. With her wrist, Crane unlocked the door and dashed passed it. "Please let me know when you are inside the shower room." Said her voice over a speaker on the ceiling.

So she finally shows her true colors. Edward thought smirking. Now he was getting somewhere. The elf took off the rest of his clothes, and folded them neatly inside the basket Crane instructed him to put them in. Afterwards, he stepped into the room that Crane indicated.

"I'm inside." Edward yelled.

Shortly after his remark, the doors slammed shut. The walls began to collapse on him until Edward was crammed in the machinery. Hot water came out from all sides. The pressure felt like daggers piercing his skin. He couldn't help but let out a grunt at the shock of heat and force.

"Excuse me, can't you make the water less painful?" Edward yelled.

"This is to clean you as thorough as possible!" A voice yelled back. Clearly, Crane was irritated. She must have put the washing settings on the highest possible to punish Edward for the comments he made before.

The water ran for a minute, but the pressure and temperature seemed to decrease as time went by. The walls also loosened up, giving Edward some wiggle room. Mechanical hands came out of the walls, lathering Edward with soap that smelled like roses. He didn't give Crane a preference on the aroma, but she must have thought this scent suited him best. Perhaps she didn't hate him, as much as she made it out to be. After another minute of gentle water rinse, the door to the other side opened.

Stepping through the door, Edward was greeted with a rush of air that evaporated all the drops of water from his body. Then a machine latched on to his head, quickly blow drying his long hair. A set of underwear and a towel was given to him. The elf put on the underwear and wrapped the towel around his waist.

A moment later, another door in front him opened. Crane waited for him with folded clothes in her arms. Not making eye contact with Edward, she shoved the red and orange clothes at his face. The scent of the human was rosy, just like his scent, except sweeter. Going to the basket full of his belonging, Edward picked up his hair bad and began tying his hair back to a pony tail.

"If you don't mind, could I get my old clothes cleaned? I would like to wear that to our orientation."

Crane looked over at Edward frustrated, "But this suit will match my dress!"

Finished tying up his hair, Edward looked over giving Crane a smile, "I think we will look good together no matter what, plus I value my clothes very much."

Crane's eyes lit up for a second, before it went back to normal, she set the clothes down on a bench and got out a Holo Tab from her pocket. The small device expanded to her hand. "Oh? Would you mind telling me why you value those clothes so much?" She said getting closer to Edward.

The elf kept a neutral face, but his eyes were fixed to the device that the human pulled out. She seemed to want to record what he was saying. Even with all the flirting Edward thew at her, Crane seemed to still stay loyal to her job. However, it seemed that he had made progress, as Crane was wearing similar perfume that she gave him and wanted to match the clothes together. A manager didn't have to go that far for their mutant, but she wanted them to be uniform. Whatever reason she wanted to record his conversation, Edward wasn't going to give her a true answer.

"It was my father's. He gave me the outfit, as he died in my arms."

"Death you say? How did he die?"

"It pains me to talk about it, but he was hunted by others who were jealous of his wealth."

"Did bounty hunters kill him?"

"Yes, my father died a horrible death, and after that moment, I vowed that no unjust deed will go unpunished."

"I see." Crane said, pressing a button on the Holo tab. "With that story, we can make you out to be a mutant that's out seeking justice. We can clean your clothes up and that would stick you out of the crowd."

"Thanks for understanding." Edward replied, trying his best to act relieved. He didn't mind having that narrative around him, as the elf was seeking justice throughout the world: by killing those who were tainted. However, he had no backstory to his clothes, other than that it was made out of elven materials, so it felt more comfortable to him. Plus, he liked the color scheme: white and blue.

Crane left Edward in the room. Within minutes, she returned with his original clothes, free from dirt, blood, and any stains. For the first time, Edward's eyes glittered, as he received fresh new clothes that he loved. Piece by piece, Edward put his clothes on, finishing with his over coat.

"You don't look too bad, for a mutant." Crane remarked.

"Thanks for the compliment." Edward said smiling, his teeth clenched together.

"Well, let's make our way over to the lounge." She said. They walked through a series of doors until Crane dropped him off on the lounge. "Good luck!" Crane said, running off to a door accessed by her Wrist Chip. Edward looked on wards. It seemed the area around here were full of normal doors, like on earth. He thought that Crane was going to be with him during the orientation. Seems like he wasn't the only one who hid the truth.

Edward looked around, there were contestants gathered around already. He could spot a beautiful snow leopard amongst the crowd. Perhaps a creature worthy of the creator's world. He thought. The elf would keep an eye on him through out the duration of the Game. Looking farther out, he could see a door to the outside that was opened wide. He could make out an elegant figure, in a short white dress and maroon shorts. The elf made his way over to get a closer look.

When he made it outside, Edward could see the flaws in the mutant. The scars and black stone that ran across her body became visible. A consequence of the sins of the humans. Poor thing, I shall put it out of its misery as soon as possible. He thought, silently retreating back to the lobby. It was such a shame that creatures such as the one he saw became muddied with the darkness that the humans have produced in the environment. Once again, the tainted creature confirmed to Edward that his mission was the right one.

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Image As soon as Bandit and Trix got off the ship, they were escorted to the row of human managers that were waiting for their mutants. Trix’s manager came to get her, and Bandit waved to the racoon girl promising to see each other after they have their meeting with their humans. She went off through the doors with scanners on the side.

Not long after, a human girl with short purple hair and green eyes stepped in front of the arctic fox. A long strand of her hair fell between her eyebrows all the way down to her left chin. She was wearing a collar around her neck and her shirt was plain white, tucked loosely in her black dress. Instead of a tie, the manager had a long, thin blue ribbon wrapped in a standard knot.

Bandit stared from her head all the way up to her eyes. Instinctively, his tail stood up and he began to back away. The girl looked at him with unyielding green eyes.

“Mutie, come. I am your manager.” She spoke. Her voice had power behind it: straightforward and commanding. The young thief did not like her one bit. To him, she had the eyes of a murder, a cold emotionless being.

“No thanks,” He said, turning around three-sixty degrees to begin walking towards the shuttle.
Before he could go far, the girl grabbed the arctic fox by his back collar and dragged him towards the door.

“Hey! Let go of me! I don’t want you as my manger!” Bandit yelled, as he squirmed to break free from the human’s grasp.

“This is not an option for you, my little mutant fighter. I have a lot of money riding on you.” She said waving her hand in front of the door scanner. After a moment, the door slid open. Bandit tried his hardest to not go inside, but the girl had strength. She threw him into the room, walking after him. The door clicked closed behind them.

Bandit tumbled to the floor, trying to recover quickly. Perhaps his father was right, only stupid people would enter this Game.

“I don’t want to play the Game. I quit!” He spoke.

The purple haired girl looked at Bandit with one eyebrow up. A crooked smile came across her face.
Brushing her hair to the side, which fell back to its position, she spoke “Like I said, you don’t have a choice.” She got out her Holo pod, scrolling for a while to find a video. She showed Bandit.

It was surveillance footage of him pick pocketing the rich mutant on earth and putting the golden watch on to another person before boarding the shuttle. Bandit’s eyes fell to the floor. He was caught red handed.

“You see, I have this footage of you doing some bad things. Currently, the authorities don’t have access to this clip, so they think the person who did the stealing was the person you choose to give the stolen goods to. But I wonder what the authorities will think if I were to hand over this footage to them? Perhaps they would go for your family and that dear sister of yours.” She said putting her hands on her lips acting like she did not have a clue.

Bandit clenched his fist. Grinding his teeth, he began to growl at the girl. She had him my the tip of her hands. He came here to protect his family, not put them in danger. Although the arctic fox did not like to be constrained, he needed to comply with the scary lady for the sake of all those he held dear to him. Plus, if he won, that would mean that he would have all the money his family could ever need, which will mean that Bandit won't have to steal anymore.

"Fine... have it your way." Bandit said sighing. He didn't really believe that no one had seen him, nor that the video was only on the girl's Holo tab, but quitting on the potential to be rich just because of her would seem childish, even for him.

The purple haired girl, let out a smile. "I knew you would see it my way." She chimed, "Let's start over. My name is Sahara."

"Bandit." Bandit replied.

"Okay Bandit, you are going to be the first contestant to ever win the Game of Pursuit. I'm going to make so much money off of you, it's going to be so much fun! First, take off all your clothes and step into the room over there." The room that Sahara pointed to was dark and empty.

"Fine." Bandit said as he began undressing. Sahara stood there watching him. When the arctic fox was about to take off his pants, he paused and stared at Sahara. She stared back with a blank look on her face.

"Uh, could I get a bit of privacy in here?" He said.

Sahara stare at Bandit as if he was a little toddler. "I need to make sure that you are not going to run off somewhere."

Bandit looked around the room. There wasn't any place that he could really run off to, as all the exits were sealed. The only way forward was to enter the shower room. He looked at her in disbelief.

"There's no where to run off to..." He trailed off.

Losing patience, Sahara gave an eye roll as she walked over to Bandit and started taking the rest of his clothes off for him.

"H-hey, what's the big idea here?"

"Oh please, you are way too young for me to date" the manager responded, "I just need you to hurry up so that we can make it over to the orientation in time."

Fully naked, Bandit covered his private area with both hands. Sahara took all of Bandit's clothes and bandages as if they were toxic, and she stuffed them in a plastic bag.

"C-careful with those!" He exclaimed, being careful not to move around too much.

"Oh, you won't be needing these. I'm going to throw them away and get you better clothes."

"But-"

"No more talking for you." She said kicking Bandit into the next room. The door sealed shut as Bandit drowned in spray of hot water.

"Hot!" he exclaimed.

After minutes of being cooked, bandit was sprayed with some sort of cologne, a manly blue smell. It was too mature for Bandit. Then the system threw him out the other side, giving Bandit an underwear and towel, which Bandit hurriedly put on. Another ten minutes passed before Sahara kicked the sliding door open, even though it would have opened by itself (only slower). She held up a suit on a coat hanger to Bandit's chest. He froze there waiting for Sahara to finish her measurements.

"A bit wide on the shoulders, but nothing very noticeable," she said, as she handed over the suit to Bandit. He stared at it in disgust.

The arctic fox never wore this kind of fancy outfit before, it would never be his style as it would restrict his movements, so he stood there looking at the outfit of black and red. Losing patience, Sahara let out a sigh and went over to Bandit.

"Do I have to do everything for this mutie?" She grumbled out loud, as she stripped off Bandit's towel and began clothing him.

"W-woah, hey!" Bandit exclaimed as his manager dressed him up. She pulled his pants up, zipped some zippers, buttoned up his white shirt and put on the suit, and finally put on the red bow tie. Black, white, and red were the colors. Once the outfit was put together, Sahara took a step back to look. She nodded her head and smiled.

"Now you look presentable." She said. "Now what to do with your hair..."

The human girl closed in to Bandit's face. He could smell the stench of cigarettes masked by perfume, which caused him to reel back. Sahara pulled his head back in and said "Hold still."

She took out a can of hair spray, and began to apply a generous dose to the arctic fox's hair. She then took some gel, slabbed it on and combed the long brown hair back and out of his face.

"There," She said once done with her styling. "I can't do much about the scars on your face, but a bit of makeup should be able to hide most of it."

"Makeup? Only girls wear make up." Bandit said cringing at the thought.

"Oh you naive mutie. Just stand still and let your manager make you look good." She said squirting some foundation onto her hands. She rubbed on different chemicals that smelled fine by itself, but to Bandit's nose, it was too strong. Plus Sahara really needed to stop smoking. Bandit thought. Once done, his skin seemed nearly flawless, but the scars on his cheek was slightly visible.

"Done! This look should attract some sponsors!"

"Cool. So can I get out of here now?"

"One more thing," Sahara got out her Holo tab "we need to make a story for you?"

"Story?"

"That's right. Something that can sell you to the other investors."

"Well, can't you just tell them the truth. Like that I am fighting for the money in order to give my family a better life?"

"Boring!" Sahara sang, "If you want to go the tear-jerker route, you have to make it more extreme, like that you need the money for an operation of your mother. If she doesn't get it, then she dies... with your sister inside!"

"But, my mother doesn't need any operations. She's pretty healt-"

"It's decided. You need the money to save your family from a disastrous disease. If you don't get the money for the operation, your family will die and the baby inside will die too! That will get those grubby old men and some women to give you their money."

Bandit had his mouth open wide in disbelief. Were all humans like this? He wondered. Thinking back to his past, he did remember that humans came to hunt down his blood family. It was a scary moment for Bandit. He could never forget the loud sounds that brought down bullets of death, seemingly out of nowhere. Lucky for him, he was able to survive and have a group of people that he called family, but humans were pretty cruel creatures.

"Okay. So where do I go next?" Bandit said. There was no point in arguing with Sahara. She did whatever she wanted, so it was faster if he complied. As long as he can win the game, he would endure through more, for the safety and well being of his new family.

Sahara smiled, pointing to the door. "To the lounge" She said, walking him out of the dry room. Once in the lounge, Bandit could see many mutants gathered. Some were standing in the corner, others were mingling amongst each other.

"Good luck on the orientation, my mutie!" Sahara exclaimed as she headed to the door where no mutant could enter. She waved her hand and the door opened. Turning back once more to Bandit, she gave a wink and then the door closed.

"Well, what now?" the Arctic fox said to himself.

Bandit felt a soft tap at the back of his shoulder. Thinking that is was Sahara again, Bandit jumped up and turned around with a tiny squeal. He was relieved to see that it was Trix. She had on a pure white dress with white hairpiece to match it.

"Um, are you okay Bandit?" She inquired.

Relaxing a bit more he responded, "Oh, it's you Trix! Am I glad to see you."

"Was the human a bit rough with you through the cleaning?"

"Rough? That doesn't describe how badly she treated me." Bandit said telling her the story of how Sahara undressed him and kicked him into the shower, then forcefully dressed him again.

"Oh my... all my human did was tell me to undress and go into the showers. He did tug at my hair a bit strongly though."

"I'm at least glad that you didn't get to experience what I did. By the way, where is Dirk?"

As if on que, the gray racoon popped up its head over Trix's dress.

"Mew." It cried. Its fur seemed to be puffed up from the showers and drying.

"My manager was okay with Dirk being here. He said something about making a good story."

"Yeah, my manager told me about it too. They want us to grab as many sponsors as possible or something like that. Lucky for you Dirk, you don't have to do any of that." Bandit grinned at the beady eyed racoon.

"Mew. Mew, mew! Hiss." It cried and suddenly the racoon crawled out of Trix's dress and dashed into the crowd.

"Ow, Dirk! Dirk?" Trix cried out as she began to chase after her companion.

Seeing the trouble at hand, Bandit dashed as best he could, making sure not to tear the suit, in fear of punishment from Sahara. He was just fast enough to see the animal crawl outside. Someone had left the door open.

"Over here!" Bandit motioned to Trix who was catching up to him, "He went outside!"

"Thanks Bandit!" Trix yelled dashing outside in her dress. Bandit was about to follow her, when his eyes caught a tall blonde creature in ponytails. It seemed to have determined something just before. His blue eyes were looking far outside. Cool. He thought, but now was not the time to admire someone, he needed to help Trix. Shaking his head, Bandit dashed outside looking for Dirk.

"Dirk? Dirk?" Bandit yelled. Neither Dirk, nor Trix could be found. He scanned the grassy fields, there seemed to be no one there, but a girl with white hair and ears. She sat down on the grass with her maroon shorts and white dress. More importantly, she had a shiny jewel on her head.

The Arctic fox's tail began to wave in excitement, as he made his way over to the tall wolf. Immediately he began to sniff her tail and worked his way up to her hair. That was how creatures like himself, and wolves identified each other. Lemony. He thought. He climbed on top of her head, placing one hand on her ear to peer over her from the top.

"You smell like lemons!" He exclaimed, the other hand quickly and gently, yoinked the shiny jewel on top of her bow. He pocketed it. "Name's Bandit. What's yours?" He inquired with a grin.

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"I'm starting to feel nervous now...It's one thing to see the parties on the Holo-vision...But now that I look at myself and know that I am about go into a room full of humans, cameras and fellow mutants to basically present myself...Well it may not be hammering at scrap or tinkering with unstable machinery...But this is own type of difficult huh?...Well hopefully Mom and Dad can recognize me from this um...Makeover...Actually...Now that I think on it I look so different I think people would freak out when my face flashes on screen and see this face instead. Or better yet I hope some get a good laugh from this. I mean look at me, good old oil soaked Leo looking like a piece of art...Well...That makes my mood better, I can handle a little party. I mean if I can handle our colony's parties I can handle this party." He thought to himself as he softly smiled at the mirror.

"Alright Leo, it's time to make yourself seen. Come with me, it's time for the celebrations." Qiqi motioned for him to follow as he did so. While they walked through the pristine hallways once more his manager spoke up. "Listen Leo, this is going to be vital if you actually want to last in the death game. You look perfect thanks to my hands but I am going to need you to be on your best behavior...But judging how you have not insulted my products, argued or made any distasteful comment I can say I won't have to worry too much about an attitude problem. But keep your manners about you and sell yourself as a contestant who deserves a sponsor. I rather not have you dying on me, you need me and I need you after all. You obviously have some stake in this if you volunteer for this." Qiqi stated as Leo nodded.

"I see...Thanks for helping me out Miss Qiqi, we may have met each other for a bit but I will take your advice to heart. After all if we are going to work together and you're going to be helping me stay alive then you have my thanks. So I trust you...Not to be weird or anything of course..." He gave a nervous smile as Qiqi nodded.

"A good relationship is built on trust. You put your trust in me and you will be getting out of this alive. But I appreciate your thanks, and please don't get your suit dirty. I spent a while making you look presentable, so try to keep it dry and free of food particles." Qiqi added as Leo nodded in response. Soon enough they would arrive at the lounge with fellow humans and mutants gathered dressed in their best. And of course Leo felt that whole 'butterflies in the gut' feeling when you get a bit nervous.

"Play it well Leo, and remember what I said...As for your cybernetic arm even I can't make it look normal...But don't try to hide it I took that into account along your other eye so you should look great. Now enjoy yourself." Qiqi whispered to him as Leo gave a small gulp. "You got this Leo...It's a bit more fancy than you're used to but you can do this. At least I don't eat with my hands so I won't embarrass myself like that. But let's see the others gathered." He thought to himself as he gazed around the room. Food, drinks and the most important thing was his fellow competitors. A blonde haired young man who seemed to ooze confidence, a young brown haired teen who was on the shorter side of things...The fluffy looking teenage wolf girl. Despite visible signs of Ori and also looking like she had been through some fights in her life...And the fluffy looking...Tall young man!

Man those two fluffy looking people...He has heard of things that look fluffy but those ears! Those tails, especially the wolf girl's tail, looked like a perfect petting thing. But he should not just walk up and try to pet the tails and ears...He was smarter and not a creep after all. So to start things off...He simply walked over to a table with drinks and took a glass for himself. Smelled like...Wine? It's been a while since he had such a thing. But he did know you could use wine in cooking...If only he could get more wine one day to cook with more ingredients. But for now he should enjoy the food and drink like Qiqi suggested. Plenty of time to meet his fellows after all, of course that's if they actually would care for anyone speaking to them after all...

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Sighing audibly, Ciara attempted a turn in her deeply constricting gown. Increments of black frilly fabric made up the draped collar, wrist ribbons and ends of her dress while a pattern of light and dark reds formed the base of the dress. A small dark bow was tied on the top of her head while similarly black ribbons were tied around the waist and stomach area. It was loud and deeply old-fashioned design and the worst part was her perpetrator was not finished with their preparations.

"Ciaaaara..!~" A voice cut through her efforts to lament, prompting the red-head to seek out a place to hide. Hearing scurrying and the pip-paps of barefeet, the manager would be greeted with silence, a fittingly white-noise quiet that made the paled-walled guest room that they were changing Ciara in seem truly empty. "Ciara! Come out! Don't make me count.." Only needing to saunter a few steps, the manager squatted down to look under one of the tables to find Ciara crouching under, closing her eyes shut and propping her hands atop her head.

Despite feeling Celty's breath, it seemed that Ciara believed the age-old notion that if she couldn't see her seeker then her seeker subsequently was unable to see her. A myth soon popped as Celty spoke to her face to face. "Don't be difficult."

Finally heeding her words, Ciara crawled from under the table and made her way to the middle of the room. Wearing a slight pout, her eyes formed a fitting glare as Celty reached for the add-ons they had placed onto the bed and begun to dress her with them. Her own fed-'upness readily apparent from her silent expression alone. Noticing this, Celty's face formed a similar stern scowl before speaking out with a huff of annoyance.

"Don't be such a wuss. My sense of style can't be that bad." As soon as the manager spoke those words, Ciara's eyes narrowed at Celty's transparent bubble-wrap top. Her autumn orbs fixated on the outlandish article of clothing before the slime girl wrenched her gaze back at Celty and cracked a smug smile.

"F*CK YOU DUDE!" With an expression that shifted from a studied calm to an almost primal fury, Celty let loose a growl at their mutant, tying the 7th ribbon around the girl's waist with an unkempt ferocity. Taking a few steps back, they looked at Ciara head-to-toe before nodding.

"You don't look half bad, all thanks to me, of course.." They placed a hand over their chin. Studying Ciara's simple expressions in an effort to derive a reaction, only to sigh once it was made clear that the slime girl was indifferent, as she was to everything. "Now, shoes. I don't wanna hear no moans. Put these on." Celty pulled out a pair of ruby heels, a shade of red that wasn't close to even matching the color of her dress.

Following her direct order, Ciara strolled over and slipped her feet inside. Her first few steps were horrendous, becoming close to tripping on her face after every pace. However, the slime-girl found her footing and was able to walk in her new shoes while only looking a little awkward.

"Now, I'll set you off. Again, to reiterate..don't eat like a slob and talk with people more. Ohoho." Smiling to themselves, Celty lightly shoved the balancing girl, seemingly enjoying watching her stumble in an attempt to regain her footing. Finally gaining her fill of watching her competitor trip about, they offered a hand to escort. Ciara clenching desperately onto their arm as they escorted her out and to the ballroom that their party was being held.

Celty deposited her at the door before waving her off. "Hehe..oh yeah, when meeting someone, ask them what their ideal spouse is!" Meaning their parting words as a joke, Ciara would undoubtedly mistake it as an order.

As she stumbled her way through the party room doors, her eyes instinctively zeroed in on any feast that accompanied the party, only to find the banquet was all the way on the other side of the room. Cursing her heeled feet, her curious gaze turned to study who had already arrived in the main lobby.

While her eyes could register the stimulus, her inability to read their emotions from a glance only made the gathered groups of people all the more confusing. It would be best for her to greet how she always has. Starting with the damper, sharp-eared gentleman in the lobby who was similarly studying the convened masses with a hostile expression.

At first, she only wanted a touch, leaning over and reaching to pat his back, only to trip on her heel and to stumble into him. Her attempts to grab at any handhold resulted in her wrapping her arms around the man's chest in an accidental caress, however she was in no hurry to remedy her mistake by pulling away. In fact, this was the best case scenario if she were able to dismiss conventional societal norms.

"Sorry." Her head angled up to meet his reactive over the shoulder gaze, Ciara seemingly uninterested in breaking off her hands as she continued to hold onto him with the upmost nonchalance.

From her deep touch, she could feel his emotions. Gathering notes of disgust and anger that seemingly festered inside of him like a perpetual flame. Her curiosity beckoned her to learn more, but her lack of passable etiquette made it difficult to naturally do so.

However..that did not deter her from trying.

"What is your ideal..spouse?" An outlandish question coupled with a butchered deadpan delivery, Ciara was setting the stage for a rather unforgettable first meeting.

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Edward scanned the room of now crowded contestants. Knowing that information was key in achieving a perfect victory, he looked on to see if any of the mutants in the crowds was worth saving and ones that he needed to be wary about. There were creatures of all different shapes and sizes, some gathering off in the bar others bunched up in the middle, mingling, and munching. Most of these creatures seemed like they didn't have anything special about them.

The elf couldn't help but reflect back to what happened on the shuttle. The muscular monster that he met, set on only destruction and fighting; if he were ever to join this Game, it would have had to be Edward's duty to kill him before further damage could be done. Fortunately, the red haired man was captured by the humans and nowhere in sight. However there was one more mutant that he met on the shuttle.

A butterfly mutant, who claimed to be the queen of her "people". She seemed to share a similar sense of justice to Edward, but that didn't make her any less dangerous. Her poisonous spores that come out of her wings, immobilized a big menace like the one he saw on the shuttle. That same toxic fumes came from the bight pink mushrooms of the Amazon rain-forest. Close to his home, every now and then, Edward would see foolish adventurers brush up against the brightly colored mushroom only to be knocked out and immobilized.

It was his and the other elf's duty, as helpers of the creator, to guide those poor souls out of the rain forest, so as to not taint the grounds with rotten corpses. The elves would take shifts outside of their hidden village, and if the travelers were to be found knocked unconscious, the elf on duty would carry them out of the rain forest. From a young age, Edward taught of different toxins and other various hazardous chemicals. The particular poison the butterfly lady carried with her was one of the worst ones. It took a bit of time to take effect, as it wasn't anything dangerous at a tiny dose, but inhaling too much would immobilize someone, getting some on an open wound would mean death to all the cells around the area and even bone decay. Just the thought of the poison made Edward cringe in disgust.

His thoughts were interrupted, as arms from behind grabbed onto his chest, the unknown figure leaning full force on his back. Quickly, Edward adjusted his weight to not fall over and support whatever weight was being put on him. Irritated, he looked over his shoulder to meet the orange-eyed, human-like creature. Her red hair was falling down on her face and her dark bow on the head, slouching back due to gravity, as she looked up at him with a blank expression expressing an apology, but not removing her hands from him. She held her position, even when Edward showed his discontent on his face. She then proceeded to ask Edward what his ideal spouse was.

Initially, rage filled him, as the concept of a forsaken race, the humans, caressing him, was a big damage to his pride. However, upon closer inspection, the figure that looked to be human did not act as such. What was more, was that the figure leaning on him was most likely a contestant, meaning she was a a mutant of some sort. Suddenly, rage turned into interest, as the elf grabbed the two hands gently wrapped around him. He let out a smile, as he elegantly turned himself towards the girl without letting go of her hands.

Looking downwards, Edward could see the red haired lady was wearing ruby red high heels. Inferring from how she leaned on him, he could tell she was not used to them. Her scent was was perfumy and no not a single scent of alcohol could be found. Plus, the contestants just got here and the Elf doubted anyone would dare chug down such high levels alcohol before the orientation. Hence being drunk was out of the equation.

Edward began to doubt this creature was human, as she wasn't used to the way her body worked. Furthermore, her behavior was anything but human, as regular people would have gotten off of him quickly, apologizing for bumping into him. Instead, she latched on to his body, seeming to enjoy the close contact. This human could either be a pervert or something more...A parasite of some sort? he thought. What was this creature, and why did it enter the Game? He was about to find out. The more information he could gather, the better it would be in the future.

Carefully pulling the red haired girl up-right, with his two hands on hers, Edward stared at the girl's eyes.

"Well, take me out on a dinner first. Then I'll tell you." He responded indirectly to the girl's bizarre question.

"The name is Edward, Edward Killedge." The elf took a slight bow, not letting go of her hand, so she won't fall over. "So what is an odd, pretty creature like yourself doing here?" He inquired.

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Meeting his gaze with a plain stare, she seemed thoroughly content with just remaining as they were. She was certainly not in a rush to flex her non-existent social skills, and the act of skinship was cathartic to the affectionate slime. Nonetheless, she didn't fight as her unfortunate target took her hands and spun himself about. Now face to face with the man in question, Ciara expression formed a slightly dipped frown as the idyllic hug came to pass however she reverted back to her usual resting face in time to receive his answer.

Mentally imagining the trumpet-like shrieks of an raging Celty (even though they worded their order as a joke), Ciara's looked back into his eyes posthaste directly after letting her gaze drift while she pondered his reply. She would have to keep him here until he answered her question in full. Clenching his hands to discourage escape, she stepped forward so her forearms pressed against his chest. The girl seemed almost desperate to keep their contact to an overwhelming maximum. Equal parts because her manager's orders forced her to keep the man there until he had answered with something more direct and for her ability to sense his feelings to be more potent.

For a few moments, she stilled her advance to consider his question. Odd pretty thing..? Her brain registered it as flattery but she certainly had not been trained in receiving compliments gracefully. Her grip relaxed for a few moments only to reclench as she decided on a reply. "A odd pretty creature like myself is here because..I must meet people." Reiterating and acknowledging his sweet talk unceremoniously, she seemed to decide on an answer equally vague. Recalling the short lessons that Celty had taught her while dressing her, they told her the best way to keep someone's attention was to be intentionally unclear. Make her target spill before she did.

"..Could you make an exception for me? I cannot take you to dinner..but I must know your ideal partner." Reproposing her question that had been lost in short spurts of introduction, she worded her words like a plea..but meant it as an order. Her unblinking sleepy eyes catching his stare as she inadvertently pressed herself so the ends of her dress touched his knee. Dismissing his own attempts to create distance as even the slightest reprieve resulted in an unceasing advance by the deathly affectionate slime girl.

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Edward carefully observed the girl's expressions as he pretend to flirt with her. Not once did her face show any sign of embarrassment or surprise. As a matter of fact, her face was blank, eyes half open, like she had just opened up. The elf knew he had good looks, any regular person that had interest in him would have fallen over at those words, or at least given some sort of emotional reaction. The reaction this red-head gave showed she was not adjusted to social norms of the human world. So she must have not grown up with humans.

Furthermore, if a human was to receive a name, they would give one back, and clearly this girl didn't, which meant that his point was right or that she was hiding something from him. However, he doubted that she was hiding her feeling from him, as she did give some sort of reaction, a moment where she released his hands, which indicated hesitation to him. It was more likely that this "girl" didn't know how to respond to such statements.

This conjecture was further supported by the fact that the girl gripped his hand tighter moments before responding, as if she was using all her brain power to come up with a response before deciding to focus back on to her hands-on ways. The way she responded back to him was also to note. She kept using the word "must" as if she wouldn't live without meeting humans or hearing his answer on a trivial question. From that he could gather, that these two concepts were very important for her. Why must she meet humans? He thought to himself.

If his theory about this girl was right, it must mean that whatever creature was inside the human wanted to spread itself throughout. Perhaps humans were its main feeding targets. He looked over at the girl's forearm as she pressed it against his chest. Outwardly, the elf maintained a calm expression, but he was pretty angry that this creature was going to ruin his clothes. The girl stepped close to him, positioning herself, so that if he were to back even a little bit, she would fall on top of him. He looked back into her eyes and smiled.

"You'll have to try better than that." He said to her demand for an answer for his ideal type.

Edward leaned forward bringing himself very close to the girl's face, as he wrapped his hand that wasn't holding the girl's around the girl's sender back. He could smell her sweet perfume, but the elf wasn't phased by her. In one motion he pulled her in, causing her chest to get close to his; the only thing keeping them from touching was her arm that she had on him. For a fraction of a second, their face was only separated by air that was as thin as paper. Using the momentum of the girl coming into him, Edward spun around, shifting the weight so that he was, now falling on her. Then, he stopped his momentum, catching the girl in his arms as a dancer would catch his partner to strike a final pose.

Then he brought her back up to stand straight creating great distance between them. Clearly, touch meant a lot to this creature. The only parts that were touching were the girl's and Edward's hand which the creature refused to let go. Such a persistent creature. He thought.

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The foyer began to illuminate, lights flashed from all sides, holo pods illuminating as fog filled the center of the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, mutants both big and small, please make your way to the foyer and put your hands together for this year's Overseers, Kore Mars and Yeqon Cryo!" They rose from a podium in the center, Kore's smile so wide, her cheeks hurt. It wasn't exaggerated, Kore was truly eager for this moment, having been waiting for it for so long. Kore stepped off of the podium first. She and Yeqon had done three run throughs of the orientation speech, not that he would say much to begin with, but hopefully he remembered his part.

Kore looked out at the crowd, at the fifty hopefuls whose faces were a mix of bemusement, entertainment, and fear. She swished her cape over her shoulder, Kore's form illuminated by the lights, the gold in her outfit sparkling as she took her place in center-stage. "Welcome everyone!" A hover mic floated near her, capturing her voice so that the speaker hidden throughout the area could make sure that everyone would hear. "I am sure you're all very eager to get to tonight's party, but first, we have a brief orientation with some important rules!"

"We're your hosts, Kore and-" she glanced at Yeqon, hoping that he was paying attention. "Let's get right into it," Kore clapped her hands together, the holograms suddenly changing to display the rules. "We have a few rules for the mutant living corridors. Our first and most important rule, is that you must wear your tag at all times. Those tags are your key to the world card and without them, you won't be able to enter the rooms or unlock your door." Kore's smile eased a bit, the tags were akin to wrist chips, only less permanent, since injecting a mutant with a small microchip wasn't exactly efficient. Not to mention the distrust mutants already had towards the humans.

"Our second rule is, please do not attempt to leave the living space. This is an area just for you all and if you are found wandering the ship, unescorted, you will be subject to discharge from the games." This was an important rule, for the safety of the humans. Not that the door would open from the inside anyway. "Our third rule! No violence in the hallways! Sparring is allowed in the gym, but murder is only allowed in the Game!"

Did they understand at all? Were the rules registering in their pea sized brains? Kore hoped so. "Those are the three most important rules! The rest can be found in your handbooks in your rooms. As for other important information, everything we talk about tonight will be in your handbooks." Kore clapped her hands together, glancing at Yeqon again to see what he was up to.

"Now, the Games will take you through four different environments. Before each game, your manager will brief you. You have one week until the first Game begins, during which you'll each have several interviews for the audience to get to know you! You'll want to nail these interviews, since the more sponsors you have, the more mini prizes you'll earn during the Games! This can be anything from a bowl of soup, to a jacket!" The screens illuminated to show clips from past years, of sponsored items being delivered to contestants.

"Your biggest interview will take place the evening before the Game begins. As for the space around you, you are free to use it to prepare! Eat to your heart's content, train until your arms fall off, and relax! Remember, the only way to back out is between Games, so make sure you know what you're doing! Now that, that's over with, let the party begin!" Balloons and colorful streamers suddenly rained from the ceiling. Music played from the speakers and the door opened to allow potential sponsors and managers in.

"What do you think Yeqon?" Kore turned to him, her smile sparkling. "See any potential winners?"

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A contrast from the light measured scrunization the handsome elf was imparting onto her, Ciara's glances were as dry and lifeless as her droopy gaze looked. However, fortunately, her forms of study were not performed by mere eyes.

As she continued to press and grind against him, her body could feel his thoughts. Not to the point of reading him directly, but her normally scattered and unreliable perception was shaped by the flavors of his musings. While she preferred strong, more passionate emotions, she wasn't one to complain about a free meal (though this elf's dagger-like perusing was neither tasty nor sustainable).

However, either the man did not have a shared opinion with Ciara on personal space (or lack-there-of) or his perceptions truly had led him to figuring out why exactly she was so intent on touching him. Before she knew it, he had twirled her idly slightly life-less body about, bringing her close, breaking the space, teasing more intimate gestures only to dip her and plop her a few steps away. While Ciara wasn't usually one to shift her own resting expression, the fruitless dance was enough to even have the dreary slime girl wear a slight pout.

Even as the overseer spoke in an overly grandiose manner, Ciara turned her ears off to stare at her current target. Whether he chose to look away to listen or drop his grasp on her, she cared not. Continuing to latch on and stare into him with uncharacteristically determined red orbs.

It didn't help that she felt his anger before. A topic for further discussion as her hurried words were preceded with a quiet huff. "I can feel it. You are angry with me..you resent me." Shedding light onto her abilities, she took a ired step forward in an attempt to close the distance, not to the point where they were touching, but to the point where another would lead to just that.

"I mustn't let you go until you tell me why."