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"What is it like to fly? I wonder."

"Why don't we ask the birds?"

"The birds don't speak."

"Not yet, but one day, they will tell us their secrets."

Mankind had always been greedy. A constant want for things that they couldn't have, a constant need to conquer, to be the best and brightest in every field. Mankind wished for too much and stole even more. The pillaged lands, razed forests, leveled mountains, and when that wasn't enough they sought to conquer the sky.

Their thirst could never be quenched.

It created the First Impact, a disaster so large it effected the entirety of earth. The grassy planes became toxic waste lands and the waters polluted with death. Survival became priority, humans no longer resembled themselves. Those that cannot afford the cost of the sky ships remained on earth, those that could floated adrift in the skies above the wastelands on massive ships and slowly, the earth began to heal.

Those above remained untainted, their blood pure. They ruled over those still inhabiting the earth, but considered themselves generous. Once a year, those found eligible could be entered in the biggest competition on earth.

A dangerous showdown where only one could emerge victorious. Riches, fame, fortune, one could have it all.

A death trap, a dangerous game, a sinister story.

Only one month to win.

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Scout

Ａｇｅ:
16

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♀

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Lupine

ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Lappland || Arknights

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Edward Killedge

Ａｇｅ:
18

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♂

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Elf
ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Ky Kiske || Guilty Gear

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Ljilja Kasun

Ａｇｅ:
15

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♀

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Finfolk
ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Invader || ORiHiRA_

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Jax

Ａｇｅ:
19

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♂

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Snow leopard
ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Silverash || Arknights

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Bandit

Ａｇｅ:
16

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♂

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Arctic Fox
ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Ayre || Granblue Fantasy

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Cayde

Ａｇｅ:
38

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♂

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Mutant Mutt
ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Project JHIN || League of Legends

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Lamia

Ａｇｅ:
17

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♀

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
???
ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Aug || Girl's Frontline

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Ciara

Ａｇｅ:
59

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♀

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Slime

ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Elesis || Elsword

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Leo Behrends

Ａｇｅ:
48

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♂

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Cybernetic Lizardman

ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Ginko || Mushishi

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Kore Mars

Ａｇｅ:
18

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♀

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Human

ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Sei || FGO

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ＦｕｌｌＮａｍｅ:
Yeqon

Ａｇｅ:
20

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
♂

Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ:
Half-Human

ＦａｃｅＣｌａｉｍ :
Salo || sh0d03

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There aren't many rules to apply to this game.

I merely require you to be literate to some degree and expect you to not use text talk in your replies. In OOC, it's fine to use whatever texting slang you'd like.

No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, or Godmods.

There is no order to replies and you can reply as many times as you'd like. I do request you not disappear off the face of the planet as soon as the role play begins.

As for mutants, you can pick whatever sort of species you'd like within reason. They can have cat tails or horns, they can be cyborgs, or have goat legs. There are simply no mythical creatures or super powers. You can have a weapon and it can be a gun, or some sort of made up futuristic weapon.

As for FC's, anime, manga, or video games only. I will not accept real people as FC's because it freaks me out.

As for my final rule, just be nice to each other. No need to cause drama or jump down someone's throat. I will be creating a Discord later and while it isn't a requirement, it would be nice if you could join.

If you'd like to play a human or administrator role, that does require some extra degree of plot planning and it'd be nice if you could DM me before applying.

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#2021-01-21 11:54:58, as written by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

cayde "quickshot" mori // father ship // #990012 // img credit: alex flores

"What's the purpose of currency on these ships?" a synthetic voice asked, "everything on the Prime sustains itself from the food to the government to the labor that keeps the ships afloat. So why bother with taxes? Everyone would live more efficiently."

“Without money how do you expect anyone to ascend from ship to ship? It isn’t as simple as throwing wheat at the government,” a white-haired individual mused, “having your wealth tied to your labor would create a caste system.”

“If all the money is being funneled to Mother and she hoards it like a dragon then the Prime is already one, just with extra steps.”

"Is this what you do when you get old? Blabber on about socioeconomic theory?" A blonde woman cut in.

"Hey, I'm only thirty-eight!" Cayde snapped, "now pass me the WD-40."

"So they say." Halo smirked as they tossed the aerosol bottle.

Small spurts of silicone filled the air as the cybernetic man lubricated his joints. It wasn’t easy being Cayde Mori, or Quickshot, as he would be known by the masses. Halo and Renee (their stylist), decided that he needed a stage name that reflected well on him and of the options they came up with, Quickshot was the most popular.

“Mmmm Halo, what do you think of this?” she asked, holding up a rhinestone blazer, “too flashy?”

“I’d prefer not to look like a disco ball,” Cayde deadpanned.

“You don’t have a lot of options looking like…” the woman gestured towards the mutant, “...that.”

“You just pointed at all of me.”

Halo pursed their lips for a second, stroking their chin in deep thought.

“A lone ranger, super soldier, a family man?” they suggested, cyan eyes moving towards his competitor’s mask.

“Definitely not a family man.” Renee shook her head vigorously as she pulled out a fluffy overcoat, “he doesn’t have the face for it or really...any face. How is anyone going to connect with him if they can’t even see him?”

“You don’t need a pretty face to earn patrons. Modeling is about more than that.”

“That's rich coming from the face of everything from designer clothing to toilet paper,” Quickshot scoffed, as he set down the spray, “I bet you landed every job you came across."

As if anyone below the ships could afford their products.

“I’m keenly aware. That’s why I stepped out of the limelight,” Halo frowned, “I always changed myself to fit the product, but here...we can build around you.”

They left the couch, approaching their stylist’s closet. It was a curious piece. The sliding door was only a few feet in length and inside appeared shallow in depth, yet the list of clothing was endless. Pulling up the navigation menu, they scrolled through a variety of themes ranging from western to cottagecore to an amalgamation of east Asian aesthetics. Each piece projected onto Cayde’s form via hologram, flickering as it went through each suggestion. After a long string of “no”s (from all sides), the human finally retracted their finger from the touch screen.

“Renegade,” Halo announced finally, “a man who lost everything and seeks to redeem himself by saving others, even at the cost of his humanity.”

“Isn’t the anti-hero trope played out?” the cyborg asked, “everyone is going to spin themselves into a hero.”

“Not to mention, nothing about him is even human," the stylist yawned.

“I don’t think you need to be human to have humanity,” Halo smiled, “you just need them to identify with you, to be able to live vicariously through you.”

The manager walked over to their competitor, draping a mesh cape over Quickshot’s shoulders. Upon closer inspection red, hexagonal outlines shimmered in the light, seemingly to dim and brighten with his breathing. The fabric was not unfamiliar to him as he’d used it in the past to dress people’s wounds. It was waterproof, breathable, and reacted with heat in order to regulate the wearer’s body temperature, making it ideal for protecting delicate skin. It wasn’t uncommon for mutants to dig through the trash of humans and repurpose what they found in ways both fashionable and otherwise. Long, continuous pieces of fabric were rare. It was far more common to see patchwork linens, threadbare garments, and if your species was hardy enough, nothing at all.

He was sure he saw a few people on Father wearing the same styles, but for them it was just that: an aesthetic. Fake eyepatches, prosthetic tattoos, and the gas masks that didn’t filter anything.

Perhaps he was getting old.

After snapping the magnetic strip down, Halo sat back down on the couch and motioned for Cayde to approach the closet

“Mirror mode, please.”

Pulling up the fur-trimmed hood, the mutant mutt gazed at himself, tugging on various parts of the half-cape half-cloak until it finally found rested around his shoulders. Despite his prosthetics, he could still feel the smooth, cool fabric between his fingers. The black matched him well and the fur was surprisingly unobtrusive. Pieces of himself still showed through the garment with the crimson parts of his armor shining the brightest.

“Renegade huh, I like the sound of that” Cayde murmured to himself, “Why didn’t you go with that as my nickname?"

”It didn’t test well with audiences,” the white-haired model chuckled.

Cayde rolled his eyes beneath his mask. Who could they have tested in such a short amount of time?

“Well! If it’s all good with you two, I’m going to arrange for a fresh coat of paint, a tune up and a new mas-” she paused after seeing something resembling a glare-“okay no mask. How about just a cleaning then?"

Halo glanced at Cayde expectantly until the mechanical mutant took off his helmet and handed it over to Renee.

"In the meantime you should unwind, relax, and grab a drink while the pit crew gets to work,” she said before glancing over at Halo, "are you coming along?"

”Good luck out there, Cayde,” Halo smiled, standing up once more to leave the room.

Renee closed the door behind the two of them, a locking noise following soon after. Walking over to the minifridge, he cracked open a beer and sat back on the couch.

I don’t need luck. I always get the job done.

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#2021-01-21 19:21:59, as written by The_Queen

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Her neck ached from craning it behind her, the black caplet annoying. "It's so matted," a voice came from above her. Scout stiffened, "try to relax," hands eased into her mass of silver hair. "I can't relax!" Scout snapped, opening up her eyes, only to be assaulted by a warm towel. "There, how about now?" Scout's leg bounced in irritation. A hand brushed her ear, her yelp enough to attract Aries's attention. "Can you stop moving for one minute!" He sighed, "Selena is the best sylist this side of Father, if you keep squirming, she's going to cut off your ears." Scout's teeth ground in annoyance. "Here, have a mint tab," her jaw was forced open, Aries popping something spicy into her mouth.

"Do that again and I'll bite your fingers off," Scout threatened, biting down on the tablet. A burst of flavor whisked through her mouth, Scout imagined that this was what a dragon felt like. She coughed, the flavor too strong. "Eh, yuck!" Aries and Selena bothed laughed.

"Alright, done, you can sit up now." The chair moved upright, the towel falling off of her eyes. "All brushed out, how does that feel?" Scout glowered at her reflection, but her head felt lighter somehow. Selena began to snip away at broken ends and knots too large for her to brush. "Layers are cute, perfect for keeping you cool," Scout had no idea what that meant. "What can we do about those scars?" Aries asked, bringing up several different outfit designs on his holo pad.

"We'll frame them," Selena decided. "Have you thought of an angle yet?" She asked, Scout's head tilted forward, watching the waterfall of hair fall down onto the black cape. "No, she won't tell me anything." Aries sighed, speaking as though she wasn't even there.

How could Aries win his competitor over? It was clear that Scout didn't trust either of the humans that flitted about her. Her head was manipulated from all angles, her ears and even tail brushed to maximize fluffiness. "It's too bad," Selena's hand clutched Scout's jaw, dangerously close to her razor sharp teeth. "If you didn't have that scar on your face, you would be really cute."

"A human gave me that," Scout muttered. "What was that?" Aries perked up immediately, snatching up the smallest bit of information. "Tch, all of you humans are the same." Aries sighed, sinking back onto the couch. "Close your eyes," Selena instructed, bringing a brush full of sparkly powder too close to her face for comfort.

Scout felt like a doll, forced into playing a game of dress up. Aries had her stand on a metal plate; projections putting her into different outfits. "No," he scrolled, "no, no," Selena agreed. Everything was too girly, with too many puffs and frills. "I have a feeling if we put her in a long dress she'll rip it." Selena murmured, sitting on the armrest. "Agreed," Aries sighed. "No heels, she's already too tall."

They sighed, Scout reaching through the hologram to the bowl full of mint tabs. "Stop eating those," Aries grumbled. "I swear, I took this one because she looked fun, but it turns out, she's just a feral dog." Aries tossed his holo tab aside, draping an arm dramatically over his eyes. Scout stepped off of the metal plate, "Can you please stop licking the lipstick off?" Selena groaned. "Too many rules," Scout muttered, her ears flattening against her head. "How old are you anyway?" Scout froze, looking down at her fingers. How many? How many years had she been alive? "Can you not count?" Scout stiffened, "Of course I can count!" She snapped, she could count up to ten.

"Where did they even pull you from anyway?" Selena turned the projector back on, "Ooh, that one." Rising carefully from her seat, Selena touched the hologram and swiped down. It only took a minute for a ding to come from the closet, an outfit wrapped in a black garment bag hanging inside. "Hold still," Selena assaulted her, tearing the bathrobe off to get the chosen ensamble on. Scout resisted, of course, swinging her fists blindly as cool silk settled around her hips. It was a short white dress with maroon shorts underneath. There were gold crosses, with lights woven in them that glimmered when Scout moved. The bow on the back was long, going down almost to the floor, even with her height. Just underneath her ears were hairclips made of feathers and blue sapphires, Selena pinning them in place with extra fasteners, in case Scout decided to pick a fight before the party.

"I feel ridiculous," Scout growled beneath her breath, looking in the mirror. Selena stood on her tip toes to fix Scout's lipstick. "Well, you look amazing." The stylist clapped her hands together, Aries's gaze traveled up and down the length of her body. "Approved," he gave a thumb's up. Scout fiddled witht he bracelet on her wrist as he led her to the competitor living corridors.

"Look Scout, I know you don't like me, but we're partners now, so you need to talk to me." Aries said as he led her to her new living space. "All you humans are the same," Scout looked out the window, she had never seen the moon so close before. "You don't care about me, you just want to look good."

Aries sighed, "I'm trying to make you look good to get you sponsors. That video of you beating up another competitor is already circling the net. You've got an interested sponsor, but tonight's party will really seal the deal." Scout's tail flickered in annoyance. "You've been recording every interaction we've had and you want me to trust you?"

"How did you-

"I can hear it," she gestured to his holo tab. "You're hungry, I can see it in your eyes. I'm a pawn to level your social status." Aries grinned, "Yes, you are a pawn and pawns move when their king tells them to. So sit down and start talking mute."

Instead, Scout whirled on her heels, ripping the door open so quickly it would have slammed into the wall if not for the stoppers. She stomped down the hall, settling on the grass outside of the lounge.

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#2021-01-22 02:07:44, as written by Scra

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLocation: Father Speech Color: #456d57 | Thought Color: #09444cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

...How should I proceed with this current situation? Ms. Marz...Ms. Kore is entering my space. It also seems she intends to touch me for some reason. How unpleasant.

The world around him slowed. Yeqon's body went into a protective mode developed from years of unexpected...situations requiring abnormally quick thinking to survive. Yet, those situations were from more...intimidating individuals.

Instinct. Living beings — Human, Mutant, Drex — own the necessary skills to maintain their comfortability and survival. Like a drone on autopilot, an individual's body and mind will calculate a plan before alerting the user. Yeqon is no exception. However, in front of Yeqon is a child clearly weaker than him. That's why he didn't understand the sudden sense of urgency.

Choosing to believe Kore had no intentions to harm, he watched her slowly approaching figure. Her thin arm reached toward his shoulder, an action the startled man did not welcome in the slightest. Yet, as usual, his facial expression showed none of his internal struggles. He simply retreated to his mind to perform a long boring soliloquy in hopes that his running thoughts would stall his body's instincts, so Kore could finish whatever she needed to do before he...made a mistake.

Typically, for Yeqon, his response to an individual's advances in his personal space is to step back, avoid them, and create enough distance for the intruder to understand he wishes for them to remove themselves from his general vicinity. Or, which he will never do to Kore, is to subdue them. This decision often ends in no more than minor wounds, as Yeqon's intentions are never to harm. Still, in certain situations, where Yeqon's mind and body are on high alert, he overuses his strength, which he usually hides, and the end result isn't pleasant. Therefore, to avoid a gruesome display of unprofessionalism, Yeqon chooses to remove himself from the perpetrator's reach tactfully.

His first option is possible, although there are issues with his approach. One, avoiding Kore in front of the Fotors, even for Yeqon, is absurd. Undoubtedly, there will be unnecessary gossip about the Head and Vice Overseer relationship if he created distance.

He knew, despite the Games being primarily for the amusement of watching mutants annihilate one another, the Managers and Overseers aren't excused from the citizens' drama fueled imaginations. The headlines publicizing wild accusations and false narratives on anyone involved in the Games, and no one would care if it's the truth. Entertainment doesn't need truth; amusement for humans begins from lies.

The second and equally important problem, Kore isn't dense. There are several people Yeqon believes own only one or two brain cells. Unexpectedly Kore is not one of them.

Therefore, the logical inference is either, one, Kore is drunk on the excitement of finally starting the Games. Yeqon didn't dismiss this option; once he noticed her sparkling eyes and small drops of sweat falling from her neck. Or, she had something important to tell him that needed only his attention. He chose to believe the latter option while holding on to the idea it might be both.

Calming his body, the man focused his gaze away from Kore's figure and distracted himself with the hunger filled eyes of the Fotor's staring at them. He knew the Fotors wanted to hear the two's conversation. Unfortunately, they were facing Yeqon, a man notorious for showing and giving no indication of his own thoughts, desires, or actions. The worst enemy of the entertainment world. Many say his only appeal is his appearance and the fact his Father is Governer Cryo, with which he never disagrees.

Glancing back over at Kore's face, he wanted to sigh when he saw the girl's sweet but knowing smile. A part of him genuinely felt she was doing this for the Fotors. However, he didn't want to assume, so he kept his thought to himself.

"If it becomes too much, let me know." The world returned to its average speed and for a slight moment. So short, not even the Fotors could catch it with their sharp gazes. Yeqon's eyes softened, "...".

Was this a situation that called for a thank you or an apology? Yeqon didn't know. He felt the need to thank her for her understanding but apologize because he almost conducted himself unprofessionally. He tilted his head slightly; a part of him wished Eon was present. The dark elf was wise in the ways of social interactions and would have provided the answer to Yeqon's dilemma.

"Ms. Mars!..." Breaking away from his inner dialogue, Yeqon swiped his gaze toward a Fotor who called out to Kore. The Fotor flinched, feeling the tall man's eyes on them, but continued with their job.

Yeqon watched in silence as Kore apologized for being unable to answer and asked to excuse herself. Naturally, Yeqon was included in the excusal request.

On cue, Yeqon positioned himself between Kore and the Fotor, who was disappointed with her answer. Not wishing to waste their opportunity, they readied themselves to ask Yeqon the same question. Turning to him, the Fotor froze. A solid gulp echoed in the air as the dark man sent a silencing glance at the small annoyance. The Fotor flinched, lowering their hover mic to their side. A few seconds of awkwardness passed before the Fotor stepped back, allowing Yeqon and Kore to leave.

Satisfied, he positioned himself a step behind Kore, paying no attention to the flashing lights and array of questions. If Kore didn't intend to stop and answer anyone else, that meant Yeqon didn't need to entertain the thought either. He felt relief as the distance between the chaos and him grew further.

Stepping into the lounge area for Overseers, Yeqon's eyes went straight to the screens. He watched the monitors for a few moments, checking over each image. He wasn't looking for anything in particular; he simply had the habit of observing situations to avoid surprises. Once he confirmed nothing unexpected was happening, he turned away from the group and walked toward the decanters. His eyes immediately spotted the alcohol.

Leaning his head against his palm, he stared intensely at the bottles. Another dilemma, though small, gnawed at Yeqon. A single sigh escaped his lips, he wanted to feel numb, or number than the pills could provide. And the effects of the alcohol combined with the drugs in his body would certainly help with his pain. Still, even he knew the consequences of doing something so unsafe. He already felt Eon's burning gaze on him and heard the dark elf's low voice telling him to stay away from the poison until the drugs ran their course.

...Yeqon...You are foolish.

He didn't deny he had a problem, a problem he never planned to fix. There are worst things a Human, or half-human, could do than being an alcoholic in his eyes. However, Yeqon, in all aspects of his life, was and is a professional, and it felt extremely inappropriate to drink on the job. If he was in his room, he wouldn't care, but he needed to maintain a certain level of awareness in public.

His ears perked when Damion dismissed Kore's claim on professionalism. If anything, he didn't feel the need to be like Daimon. How frustrating, every day his problems became even more ridiculous. He felt disgusted at his privilege.

Striding away from the temptation. Yeqon scanned the table for another option. He paused, his eyes brightening. He had spotted another attraction, one that caused no harmful effects to his body. Carefully studying over the row of fruits, he almost felt like smiling. Almost.

Reaching down, he grabbed the entire bowl of strawberries. He didn't feel the need to share them since it looked like the whole group was crowded around Kore, giving her updates on the games' competitors and other happenings. Seeing his input wasn't needed, he seated himself in a corner and began devouring the fruit. Well, devouring was a harsh word to describe Yeqon's eating style. Much like his appearance, his movements were elegant. There was no mess or smacking. He simply laid himself against his chair, eyes closed, with one leg crossed on top of the other, and ate in silence.

"Hmm, interesting. Barely looks like a mutant," Hearing Kore's comment, Yeqon peeked at the screen. He regretted it immediately and closed his eyes. An image of a blonde-haired mutant penetrated Yeqon's thoughts. A feeling of familiarity and danger showered over him, and he didn't know why. He didn't wish to know. He did understand that when he, inevitably, engages with the human-looking...mutant, he needed to make it brief and fast. No lingering. This seemed like a paranoid concern, but Yeqon's survival is due to his over-thinking tendencies. Why stop now.

Not wishing to think about an issue that hasn't happened yet, he went back to eating his strawberries. Ignorance wasn't bliss; nevertheless, don't scream malfunction when nothing has happened.

Yeqon listened to his teammates' ramblings while relishing the fact they left him alone to bask in his own comfort. How peaceful.

"Leak it," Yeqon picked up on a surprising choice of words. Not enough to make him open his eyes, but enough to raise an eyebrow. Though, after hearing Kore's explanation, he felt her decision wasn't wrong. A drastic one, but proper.

A few moments passed, and a clap from Kore signaled that he needed to pay attention. Providing Kore with the attention she craved, the young leader raised her glass of seltzer with lemon and mint to start a toast, "We've been working hard for months, and the day has finally come. To the 100th Game of Pursuit!"

"...To the 100th...Game of Pursuit." Yeqon repeated Kore's words; his eyes held an unexplainable look. Focusing back on his strawberries, he continued his feast, choosing to keep his darker worries at bay.

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#2021-01-22 07:20:04, as written by forever2b

Location: The Father

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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#2021-01-23 05:10:39, as written by forever2b

Bandit Sephilan
Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: forever2b Speech Color | FC: Ayer from Granblue Fantasy Thought Color
Location: The Father

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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#2021-01-23 08:05:52, as written by Specmarine

Location: Father

"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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#2021-01-23 10:26:57, as written by phantasms

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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#2021-01-23 10:42:51, as written by Connected

The Skies Between

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Effortlessly the craft soared through the air, past the haze of polluted skies, up beyond the highest clouds, making hardly a sound to show for it but the droning of wind past sleek airfoils. Shielded from the elements outside, Ljilja beheld a once-in-a-lifetime new perspective. Long had she wondered what sights the sea birds saw―now she could witness it for herself. She pressed herself closer to the cool glass, eyes growing wide as saucers as she witnessed the raw beauty of the night sky at altitude. Gone were the rocky shores of home, replaced with ethereal mounds of fluff that formed hills and valleys beneath her. They caught the moonlight at angles, glimmering and glowing in the dark, while from above the star-specked canvas shone like mottled platinum ore.

I never knew the sky could look like this, she thought to herself. But the beauty through its awe was masking the pressure building deep inside her head.

The craft abruptly lurched, jostling Ljilja from the window and thrusting her into her seat. A pit formed in her stomach. She clung to her seatbelt and tried to gulp down her nausea to no avail. Her body was strained by an unseen force forcing its way out, building and building and building...

Ljilja yelped in horror as she felt her ears abruptly pop. Her body froze. She felt at the sides of her head, checking for blood, fearing the worst. She started to writhe in her seat, tugging at her belt for freedom. Panting grew to hyperventilating, and no sooner had she gotten her harness off than she bolted, desperate for escape. Feeling certain that death was near, she scrambled down the aisle to try and reach the back of the nearly empty craft for any sort of respite from this suffering. She spied the emergency exit, and every fiber of her being urged her to reach forth and grab its bright red handle.

But before she could, another set of hands appeared. They grabbed her by the shoulders, pushed her to the wall, held her steady. Ljilja could not see who was restraining her―her gaze had long since become clouded with tears, and her mind was in a hysteria too thick to reason through.

"Let me go!" Ljilja demanded, but all the wriggling in the world wouldn't free her; she lacked the strength to fight back without her Longjacks.

"Come on, little fish, we can't have you out of the game this early," spoke a male voice from just before her. "Deep breaths. Try it."

She heaved and gasped for air.

"Okay, look at me," he continued. "Just stare. Come back to the real world."

Her eyes struggled to focus on the blur before her, but with effort, she made out his features. Fluffy white hair, sharp chin, red eyes―red eyes?

"Yes, the eyes, fine, just focus on me."

Ljilja complied. Her eyes locked to his. And, gradually, her panic subsided. When it became clear she wasn't about to try jumping out the nearest exit, she was released.

"Better, little fish?" he inquired.

"It hurts so much..." Ljilja answered, instinctively clutching at her head for relief.

"It'll get better once we touch down," he assured her before taking a step back to give her some space.

With labored breaths, Ljilja's fingers intertwined themselves with her aqua locks to pull at her hair. She leant herself upon the wall and groaned in agony.

"Who are you...? What's wrong with me...?" Ljilja pleaded.

"You're a sea creature. You're not built for the sky. Just sit tight, it won't be much longer. Oh, and the name's Jaden."

"Ljilja...nice to meet you," she whimpered in reply before sliding down against the surface of the wall and curling up into a ball on the floor. She flinched and cried out at another popping of her ears, then wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed her knees tight to her chest.

It would be hours before they arrived.

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#2021-01-23 22:44:49, as written by forever2b

Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: forever2b Speech Color | FC: AUG from Girl's Frontline Thought Color

Location: The Father

The ship from Colony Prime landed on the dock on Father. The trip from earth to space lasted for what seemed like a fleeting moment in Lamia's mind. With steams, the door to the ship opened revealing the burly captain of Colony Prime, Yurio with this three best men, escorting Lamia who had her sniper rifle slung to her back. Yurio walked down exchanging words with the humans that greeted him. It seemed that the humans didn't have much respect for mutants, but nevertheless treated Yurio with some decency due to the fact that Colony Prime was officially recognized as a colony for mutants by the New World Government.

They talked for a bit as Lamia stood silently behind them. Then Yurio nodded his head and said, "Treat her well."

The two humans nodded, making their way over to Lamia. Yurio turned and gave Lamia a smile, "Good luck out there. I know you can make miracles happen."

"Greeting mutant, and welcome to Father. Please, give us your weapon and we will store it for you until required."

Lamia hugged her sniper, worried at the thought of separating herself with the only form of defense she had. She looked over at Yurio, who gave her a solid nod. With great displeasure, she reluctantly handed the gun over to the humans, who took it with care, scanning the weapon, then carrying it with them to the storage.

"I'll see you back at Prime." Yurio said in a soft voice, walking back to the ship.

Lamia stood there staring at the floor, her hands together for she did not know where to put them. Father was big and a strange place for her. She had to stay strong for the colony, but where to start? Luckily, her manager Ashera, came to the rescue.

"Hello Lamia!" She exclaimed, "My name is Ashera, your manager."

The young girl looked at the mutant and took a step back. The mutant that was standing was beautiful with fierce hazel eyes, nothing like what she was taught during her training. The human girl twisted her mouth, as she looked at her Holo Tab's picture, then at Lamia to make sure, she was the right mutant. A black squid like machine floated around Ashera.

"And this is Tonky, the all purposed android assistant!"

Tonky, floated around Lamia as Ashera said its name "Greetings contestant from Colony Prime. I am Tonky, a personal assistant to human Ashera."

"Tonky please run an analysis on Lamia please."

"Commencing analysis..." The robot shot a web of blue lasers from its eyes that covered the entire body of Lamia. It scanned up and down three time.

"Analysis complete, mutant species: harpy eagle, condition: healthy with minor iron deficiency. Recommendation, steak or supplements of similar nutritional value. Hygiene: in good condition with 0.1% harmful bacteria detected on clothing, recommendation, quick UV exposure."

"Okay," Ashera said writing furiously on her Holo tab with her holo pen. "Please give her a quick Iron shot, and the UV exposure you requested."

"Commencing." It said as it went over to Lamia's left shoulder and quickly jabbed it with a needed. The eagle let out a sight yelp. "Iron injection complete. Commencing quick UV exposure, please close your eyes."

Lamia did as the robot told her, and a flash of UV light was exposed to concentrated areas of her clothes.

"Subject, clean and healthy. Ready for orientation."

"Thank you Tonky, you can stand back now," Ashera looked at Lamia again. The mutant's outfit seemed more than fine, with the flower bows and hairpin. Furthermore, the story about a contestant from colony Prime would definitely rile up investors and sponsors. Putting a pen to her mouth, Ashera though for a bit. Then she looked over at her watch. Thirty minutes before orientation. She wanted Lamia to be punctual as well.

"Well, it seems like you don't need to get cleaned as the surface of your skin and clothes have no bacteria on them, and your outfit seems to be fine. Tonky, could you spray Lamia with some Chanel perfume?"

"Spraying Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau de Parfum, created in the year 2019."

"Okay, I think we can fluff up your hair a bit and take you to the lobby!"

Ashera motioned for Lamia to follow her. After going past the doors to the lounge, Ashera turned to speak to Lamia, "Just stand there and look pretty. I'll chat with other investors and tell them your story. Once the orientation is done, I'll come pick you up okay?"

Lamia silently nodded.

"Okay, well enjoy the lounge and I'll see you soon!" With that Ashera went through the doors that the mutants couldn't pass through, leaving the eagle all alone in a sea of contestants. Lamia didn't know where to start, so she found herself a corner to sit on with her hands hugging her knees. She hoped that the battle would start soon.

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#2021-01-24 02:13:46, as written by The_Queen

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLocation: Fatherxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Speaking: #919191 | Thought: #D8BFD8

A sense of unease filled him at the watchful eyes of a blonde. His gaze was unnerving somehow, he was different from the other mutants, his demeanor unsettling. Jax pulled his gaze away, an announcement letting them know that orientation would commence in thirty minutes. The snow leopard glanced at his reflection in the glass, straightening out his powder blue suit. Underneath it was a black shirt and paisley tie, not an outfit Jax would pick for himself, as it was most certainly too loud for his liking. Axel had picked it out, stressing the importance of standing out. If Jax wanted to attract the attention of sponsors, this was the way to go.

Jax's stomach was grumbling, that's right, he had skipped lunch, having to rush to get here. It was now nearly dinner time. There was a table laid out with an assortnment of food, since the dining room was currently closed. Jax had his eyes set on it when he noticed another gaze. A man, short, maybe a teenager? Gazing at him. Jax's tail flickered as he observed, his cool gaze settling on him. He veered from the food table, heading in the direction of the lounge.

Cybernetics, those were unmistakable, but they were expensive. How had a mutant gotten their hands on it? Jax stopped a few feet away from the man, taking him in. He was definitely older, with slight wrinkles around his eyes, probably from laughing or smiling in abundance. The mutant had scales, almost unnoticable and an unmistakable cybernetic arm. Was it stolen? It wasn't uncommon for mutants to fish from human trash.

No, from up close, it was a little more rustic, not shiny enough or flashy enough to be human made. "I'm impressed," Jax would not lean in closer to take a look, as that was rude. Then again, he was rasied by humans and not mutants, who seemed to have no qualms with entering your personal space without warning. "Did you make that arm?" Jax extended a hand, where were his manners? "My name is Jax, I'm a Doctor, so your cybernetics caught my attention." Or at least, he was a Doctor before entering this game.

Of course, he had no real degree or oath and his training came from the woman that had raised him after he had escaped the ships, but Jax never let an injured mutant slip through his fingers. People traveled from far and wide across the Tundra to come to him. He knew plants and herbs that could stop a fever, six different types of stitches to sew cuts, and how to diagnose various ailments based on vague symptoms.

"You must be pretty handy with a set of tools." Someone to make note of, depending on his answer. Perhaps in the future, an alliance might be in order. Jax was already thinking strategically, attempting to maximize his chances of survival.

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#2021-01-24 03:51:33, as written by Specmarine

Location: Father

While Leo was sparingly sipping from his glass of wine being mindful not to drink himself to a stupor before he could actually do an interview. His attention soon picked up the sound of footsteps approaching him and the tall young man with a suit and his fluffy assets had approached him and commented on his cybernetic arm. Well, he seemed amicable enough. For one he was actually making small talk with him for one. He gave a small smile in response. "Ah noticed my arm? Yeah I made it myself after I lost it in an accident. I was working on an old generator, thing was unstable and I did my best to get it working. It exploded taking my arm with it but I managed to keep the whole thing from going up in flames...So I did my best to salvage enough parts and after making a new arm and making sure my organic bits worked well with the mechanical parts I was almost as good as new." He gave a small nervous laugh. At least his leg and eye were from things out of his control compared to the explosion.

"But pleased to meet you doctor. I'm just your normal hard working cook and mechanic lizardman from Belinian. Names Leo. Leo Behrends. I hope we can get along despite these death games looming over us." He introduced himself raising his glass a little bit. "Truth be told, I don't intend to actually cause anyone harm or injury. Call me an idiot, but I want to help the others. But I'm surprised a doctor like you is participating in these games...Then again I have no right to judge, I signed up knowing the risks to my life so honestly I'm probably the only friendly hopeful idiot that came here." He added with a smile, scratching the back of his head with his organic hand before laughing nervously.

Probably not the best idea to simply just speak freely, then again the man Leo was talking to had no reason to trust him of course. Appearing friendly in a death game for glory and wealth? Either you really are an idiot or you are trying to act nice to kill people. At least that what most people would assume. But he hoped they could get along...Of course he kept his mouth closed about his ears and tails. He rather not come out as weird.

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#2021-01-24 04:16:01, as written by The_Queen

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"How about a truce?" Aries was standing behind her, why hadn't he left yet? He placed something in the grass, a plate with two cookies on it. Scout hugged her knees, staring out the large window. The artificial light above her was warm. "Not even a thank you?" Scout looked down at the cookies, considering it. Was it a trap? She wasn't sure, "Thanks." Scout took a bite, "I have to go soon, but look, I need some information." Aries sat down in the grass, not seeming to mind the dirt.

"So why did you enter the Game of Pursuit?" He picked up one of the cookies, taking a bite. That was enough for Scout to deem it safe. Scout lifted the cookie to her lips and nibbled on the edge, exotic flavors dancing on her tongue. It was soft and flaky, rich and chewy. "What is this?" Scout asked, her mouth full. Aries rolled his eyes, "Chocolate chip cookie," he finished his without a crumb falling.

Scout stuffed the rest of the cookie in her mouth, chewing slowly. "I entered the games," she spoke slowly, "Because I want to die on my terms." Scout gestured to her legs, "if I'm going to die anyway, I want it to be my way." Aries glanced at her legs, at the black stone-like lumps jutting out of her pale skin.

"The ori, right?" Scout nodded wordlessly. "Well, I can work with that." Aries rose slowly, "just don't curse the humans out tonight and I should be able to sell you." Scout frowned, "I'm not for sale." Aries laughed, "Please, you signed up for auction the moment you entered you threw your hat in the ring." He strode away, hands in his pockets.

Scout brushed crumbs off of her mouth and dress, hugging her knees once more. A voice in the sky announced that orientation would commence in thirty minutes. Scout would sit here then. Her tail swished in what seemed to be a happy manor as she ran her fingers through the grass. Scout lived in the Wasteland and the Tundra before that. She had never seen grass before, but had heard stories. Before the First Impact, it had grown in great fields. Anyone had been able to stroll through it, any human could own it.

Scout was still running her fingers through the grass when a sniff tipped her off to someone's presence. Her first reaction was to stiffen, the smell of something strange assaulting her nose. What scent had the manager chosen for this mutant? The warmth of a nearby person, standing over her. Why was a mutant smelling her? Why was a mutant so close to her?

"What do you think you're doing?" Scout asked, her fingers balling up in the grass. Scout's first instinct was to take the glass plate the cookies had been on and hit the mutant over the head with it; but she didn't, she waited, uncertain of his intentions.

"You smell lemony!" The stranger exclaimed, suddenly touching her hair, right behind her ears. There were very, very few people on New Earth that could touch her like that without permission and get away with it. Scout's reaction was immediate, she grabbed the assaulting wrist and flipped the perpetrator over her shoulder. Since Scout was sitting, the distance wasn't too far, probably just enough to warrant an oof.

Scout remained in the grass, but she was primed to fight if the need should arise.

"Don't touch me!" The wolfish girl snapped, realizing that something was off as soon as her head moved, the hairpin was wobbling. Scout reached up into her hair to readjust what Selena had so carefully put there, her lips pulling down into a sneer. The gem on the hairpin had suddenly gone missing. This was no coincidence, she realized. "Give it back," Scout demanded. It wasn't that Scout particularly liked the flashy gem in the first place, it was that something that Scout had deemed as her own had been taken from her. "That was mine, you had no right to take it." Her voice was a low growl, a threat.

It vaguely registered in her mind that he had asked for her name before Scout had flipped him over. He called himself Bandit, Bandit... her mind trailed off, wondering if the name or the hobby came first. It was the chicken and the egg scenario all over again. Scout shook her head, shaking those thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand.

"Scout," she grumbled, rising to her full height. Scout took the plate with her, intending to get more of those cookies Aries had given her. "If you like those fingers, you'd better watch where you put them in the future."

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#2021-01-24 19:48:14, as written by forever2b

Location: The Father

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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#2021-01-25 02:16:17, as written by The_Queen

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLocation: Fatherxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Speaking: #919191 | Thought: #D8BFD8

Jax listened to the story of the generator, his tail swishing with casual interest. So the reptile had made it then? That was what Jax had wanted to know. It seemed that the boy (man? Jax had yet to make up his mind) was quite handy, considering his tale of tinkering with a highly dangerous and explosive device. "That sounds quite precarious," Jax responded, realizing that the story had ended and he had yet to say anything. "I've treated quite a few burns," Jax had even amputated limbs, as it was sometimes necessary, although unfortunate. It was probably Jax's least favorite part of medicine.

You couldn't save everyone, it was a lesson he had learned early on. As much as you wanted to, as much as you tried, some would simply never recover. Some did not have the fortitude to bounce back.

This man (boy?) seemed to not only have the resiliance, but the skill set to match it. Jax would definitely file this information away, he could prove useful in the future. He introduced himself as Leo, a lizard mutant. Odd, Jax had never considered introducing himself with the species he was mixed with. He had always assumed it was snow leapord, since that was what he was told, but Jax had always wodnered if there was something else mixed in with his blood, since he did not know who donated the necessary parts to make him.

He had joined to help others? Jax couldn't help but laugh. "That is a strange reason to join a killing game." No, Jax decided, nevermind. This was too obscene, someone that signed up for a game of death to help others? There was no way he was going to last very long. Did he have any practical skills aside from being a mechanic? Could he make weapons? Any fighting ability?

Jax wanted an equal partnership, not a possible burden he would have to protect and eventually turn on. "You seem very kind Leo, but also a bit confused. This isn't a place you come to to help others," even Jax had his reasons for joining. He wanted to see his sisters again and the only way to guarantee that was to kill. Leo expressed surprise that a doctor would join these games. His skills would only serve as an advantage, should he need them later on.

Unless... Leo was lying and didn't want to reveal his motivation.

"I think you are mistaken, I may be a doctor, but I also know a great many ways to kill a man." It was not a threat, just a casual comment. "I'm sure you must understand, however, that everyone here has something they are after. You're a friendly guy so I will give you a word of advice, don't trust anyone here. They will not hesitate to turn on you if it will give them the upper hand."

Jax was getting hungry, he wanted to make sure that he could get something to eat before orientation started.

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#2021-01-25 05:21:30, as written by Specmarine

Location: Father

Leo listened to the Leopard man speak about some of his experiences as a doctor, but just one thing about treating a few burns. Of course with no surprise to Leo, his conversational partner of course commented on his choice to join a killing game as strange, and gave him a few important tips that he of course took. It would be happy thinking and blind optimism to believe everyone's words at face value, and he knew not everyone did not have the best of intentions in this game. Some of course were willing to kill at all costs to make a better life...Of course the doctor of course explained that he knew how to kill people...Working with a person's body and learning where all the vital parts were rather handy to keep people alive...Or kill them...

He soon nodded after listening to Jax. "Thanks for the advice, I know I am not going to be a hero and convince everyone to not kill each other. Times are tough after all, people have to eat, people have to drink, people need medicine and people want their family and friends to have a better life. And the rewards offered upon winning this game of death is enough to last your whole life and then some." He started taking a sip from his wine wishing he had a smoke instead of a glass of wine while having casual conversation. "But still, I'm 48 years old and so far the only winning I see are those who make bets deciding who is going to die first. I just feel like some of the others have plenty to live for you know. I mean I'm basically an old man at this point." He gave a small chuckle pointing to his white hair.

"I lived a good life so far, salvaging cool mechanical scrap, coming up with cooking recipes for the future generation to give it a try to make their meals much better than what most can scrounge up. Made a toaster and made something resembling toast. But look at the others, most look young and rough around the edges. They participated in this death game possibly because they have no other option. It’s either hit a dead end or crawl through hell and hellfire for the comfiest bed in the world. I wanna at least give them a hand you know? Even if they don't change their mind I don't want them to rush to their deaths. Some have families, loved ones and friends who could miss them. So I'm gonna cheer them up a little. Even if its dumb in many peoples eyes...Oh and don't worry about me not doing anything to protect myself." He shook his head.

"I'm not going to act like some martyr, doing such a thing won't really do anything. And it's not like I won't be prepared to defend myself if someone tries to kill me. I dislike fighting but I won't simply lay down my arms to be killed. With age comes experience you know? I know the landscape like the back of my hand...Metal hand I guess?" He gave another small chuckle.

"Still...I'm not just worried about the other contestants. I'm more worried about everything surrounding this death game. I been alive long enough and sometimes you can sense things...Or maybe its because my lizard like instincts are just naturally aware...Its still entertainment for people after all...And some called it bonding but I don't think you can really bond watching people murder each other for wealth and reward...But that's just me, sorry for jabbing on like that. But it's nice to talk to other people, I mostly interacted with fellow lizardmen, so seeing someone like you is rather interesting. We are all reptilian like and we work with a lot of metal and scrap to build. So seeing something fluffy is a legendary luxury." He softly laughed.

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#2021-01-25 15:28:16, as written by Connected

Father - Shuttleport

Stumbling down the shuttle's extended ramp like a drunkard, Ljilja kept her balance only by the mercy of her manager, Jaden, who offered an arm for her to cling to. She accepted it gratefully, both of her slim arms slinking around his for stability.

"This wasn't the impression I meant to give for the fotors," Jaden murmured to the staggering mutant at his side.

Ljilja gave a grunt in protest. She was only just beginning to find her legs again. Jaden, sensing her unease, rolled his eyes and acquiesced.

"Okay, fine. We can work with this," he said. Not that they had much choice now—the stream of fotopods come to size up the latest competitors were already plastering their faces on holovisions across the globe.

Jaden led her through the terminal, guiding her through the disembarkment process, where her ID was scanned and the dockworkers' unenviable task of unloading and transporting Ljilja's 'support item' began. Their responsibilities to the port authority fulfilled, they were whisked away upon an autowalk to the Intake.

The Intake

Plagued no longer by intense altitude sickness, Ljilja was making gradual recovery along the journey. At last, she could stand on her own two feet, though lingering nausea spoiled the city sights.

"Here's our stop," Jaden announced shortly before stepping off the autowalk. "Watch your step."

As Ljilja ventured off of the moving walkway, she stumbled a bit, then steadied. Jaden gave her a smirk of approval, then gestured to a door which opened at a wave of his hand. "This way," he called.

Ljilja obediently proceeded through the door, but a nascent doubt grew in her mind. Surely, she wondered, the other managers would not have been so kind to her. His behavior was inconsistent with her expectation of humans. Perhaps it was that bearing witness to her suffering endeared her to him...or perhaps he was masking his true intentions.

"Hot or cold?"

"U-uh, sorry, what?" Ljilja asked. Before she knew it, she had been led to a cubicle-like stall. Hailing from Fort Kate, she was no stranger to shower stalls, but was surprised to see one so modern, and one without any internal controls.

"The water. Hot or cold?" Jaden repeated.

Ljilja perked up. Repeatedly emptying the contents of her stomach all over the shuttlecraft had severely dehydrated her, to say nothing of the smell. A bit of light she had left behind on Fort Kate returned to her eyes. "Cold, please," she answered.

Jaden nodded, then slipped away to give her privacy. Ljilja spied a bin with her ID on it; after removing her mining suit—under which she wore nothing—she deposited it in the bin and returned to the stall. On entering it, the metal door shut behind her, and jets embedded in the walls unleashed a veritable deluge, engulfing her with wide streams of icy water.

To most people, this would have been a suffocating experience. To Ljilja, she had just entered heaven. Spreading her arms wide, she beamed, gulping down mouthfuls as she twirled in the shower. She cooed with delight, loosing a gurgling giggle. She was enjoying herself much too much for Jaden to cut her time short.

Still, after nearly twenty minutes of listening to Ljilja sing, dance, and drink her fill, that deadline for orientation grew nearer than Jaden found comfortable.

"Alright, little fish, time to wrap it up. Soap's coming," Jaden announced from behind a wall.

Not long after, the water's flavor grew sour, laced with lavender soap. Ljilja spat it out, shuddering with distaste. Another few moments and the water returned to normal, rinsing her clean from the offending spray. Then the jets sputtered and stopped, and the metal door separating her from the outside world slid open.

Waiting for her was a bathrobe, surely placed there by her manager. She scurried up to it and wrapped herself in it, squirming gleefully in its fluffy fabric. The sound let Jaden know she was clothed again, and so he entered.

"I gave you as much water as I could. Probably more than I should've. You going to be a cooperative fish?" Jaden inquired, leaning back against a wall.

Ljilja nodded eagerly, with not a touch of resentment at the condescending tone. The long shower had done wonders to placate her.

"Good. Let's get you fixed up for orientation."

Anya's Place

Snip-snip! An energetic, emerald-haired beautician orbited Ljilja, chopping off errant bits of hair as she went with glimmering ruby scissors. She was a flurry around the mutant; all the while, poor Ljilja lay still, clinging to her seat, fearing that the slightest movement might cause a mistake. Jaden, meanwhile, sat off to the side, his chin perched upon his knuckles in thought.

"What fashion?!" the woman shouted. Volume control was evidently not her strongest suit.

"I'm thinking plain," Jaden answered, his voice raised just enough for her to hear.

"Girl blue as sapphire, want her plain?! She blend in! No sponsors!" she protested.

"Well, that's just it," he offered in rebuttal, "when everyone's trying to stand out, it's the subtle ones that get noticed."

Applying the finishing touches, the stylist applied product to Ljilja's hair, shaping it and giving it a gorgeous shimmer. Then she wiped down loose strands with a wet towel and urged Ljilja up to her feet.

"Fine. I do plain. She nice mute, come from worker colony. Look better plain anyway."

"You're the best, Anya."

"Wait, how did you know I was a worker?" Ljilja piped up curiously.

"You not hear him? I'm the best! Come along, darling!" the stylist answered, before urging Ljilja into a secondary room with clothing racks as far as the eye could see. The door slid shut, leaving Jaden to wait outside.

Competitor Lounge

"What if they don't like me?" Ljilja asked, shuffling anxiously in front of opaque glass doors.

"They're already going to try to kill you," Jaden assured her, "there isn't much worse you could make it."

"W-well, yeah, but...I hope..." Ljilja stammered, struggling to come to terms with the true nature of the competition. It wasn't anything like what she thought it was when she put in her ticket.

"Listen, little fish," Jaden said, reaching out to her shoulders to turn her to face him directly. "Make friends if you can, but stay smart out there. Watch your back. They will gut you if they get the chance. A care uncharacteristic shone in his crimson eyes. "Don't give 'em that chance."

Ljilja gulped and turned back to the door. She ground her little blue flats into the floor and bit her lip.

Jaden sighed. The words he had chosen were true, but perhaps not the most tactful. He gave it a second try. "Just relax. Be yourself. Your goal today is to get sponsors, not to win over competitors. Don't worry about what they think."

"I'll try," Ljilja answered. She took a deep breath through her mouth and exhaled through her nose. She put on the friendliest smile she could muster. Then, she meekly pulled open one of the doors and slipped inside.

Clad in a simple navy dress with a matching bow atop her head, Ljilja stepped forth into the commons, her wide blue eyes darting to and fro. She was without a doubt one of the smallest competitors; while some had opted for heels to boost their height, she wore simple flats that did very little to boost her diminutive size—five foot tall on a good day. Beneath her dress was an off-white shirt with frills at the edges of its short sleeves and a maroon bow tied at its collar. Compared to the exotic and formal attire on display, Ljilja must have seemed like a peasant girl, perhaps one of the workers on the ship, but not a competitor. Most certainly, she looked out of place.

Still, she padded forward, her shoes making hardly a sound. She scurried up to the tree in wonder, tilting her head back to gaze upon its beautiful green leaves, its rich wooden bark, and the little blue flowers sprouting along its branches. She stretched her arms out to the nearest as if to grab it, but it was well outside of her reach. She hummed in thought, gazing upon the petals above.

These are what flowers look like...? Incredible... she thought to herself.

It would have been trivial to ignore her. She was small, unremarkable, and distracted. But she was a friendly-looking face among killers, and the glimmer of her awestruck eyes begged for company. What's more, the mild and soothing aroma of lavender followed wherever she walked, punctuating her arrival for those with particularly sensitive noses.

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#2021-01-26 03:47:56, as written by The_Queen

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLocation: Fatherxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Speaking: #919191 | Thought: #D8BFD8

Perhaps it was too early to discount Leo after all. He would not go down without a fight. Still, his motviation made no sense, leading Jax that he had reason to believe that Leo was lying to him. Alright, Leo did not have to share why he had signed up for this contest, Jax would not either. No one was privy to that information, at least, until Axel would feel the need to broadcast it to the world. Leo was older than he looked, Jax was impressed. He would not have pegged Leo for 48. 25 at the most, but 48? Jax's tail swished. "You look awfully young." Was there something in the lizard people that allowed them to retain their youthfulness? Or was it simply a family gene? Jax would have to research this further if he had the time.

"The game is merely a ruse," Jax's voice was low, tail flickering in annoyance. He recalled living on the ships, being forced to watch the Games. "It's an excuse to thin the herd," to Jax, the Games had always been a way to instill a false sense of hope. Yet, here he was, using it as an excuse to board Father in what might be a desperate attempt to rescue his sisters from living as mutant toys for the rest of their lives. Jax didn't know how much longer he had left. His body was artificial, his life span was not guaranteed. Supposedly, Leo had never met anything outside of the lizard species. Interesting, that would add to his strange sense of priorities. "I suppose a meeting like this might be considered a luxury." You had mutants from all over New Earth.

Isolation can do strange things to the mind. "Interesting, well Leo, it was a pleasure meeting you. I am going to have to excuse myself, as I would like to get something to eat before orientation starts." With only a few minutes left until it began, Jax was not sure when they would be given food next. He headed towards the food table, slightly disappointed to find that it was really only snacks. Beautifully frosted cakes, a large assortment of fresh cookies, a rainbow of puddings, and glasses of wine; all set delicately on multi-tiered trays on top of a holographic tablecloth. Everything was small, meant to be eaten in only a few bites to avoid a mess. That made sense, Jax thought, considering the rather expensive clothing they had been adorned in.

What to pick? His mind went over the options. Wine? No, it was still too early for a drink. Cookies would provide short term satisfaction, but he would have to eat four or five of them for temporary satiation. Cake was a better option, but the frosting might prove problematic should it get on his light colored suit. His gaze turned towards the pudding, in small crystal cups which reflected the light of the tablecloth. An idea came to mind, his tail swishing in delight of his sudden genius. Jax picked up a small crystal cup of chocolate pudding and two square shaped cookies, he could crumble the cookies into the pudding for a combination of satiation and satisfaction.

Now, where to sit? The lounge was an easy option, as it had plenty of space to spread out, but wandering back into that territory could mean re-encountering Leo and that would be awkward considering Jax had just excused himself. The lawn seemed to be a popular choice, but Jax was worried about potential grass stains. The gym was an immediate no, that was no place for food. The dining room? Yes, that seemed to be the best option. There were a few other mutants there, each occupying their own table with their own selection of food. Jax settled himself on a chair that was a bit too short, his tail sticking out awkwardly behind him. He was careful as he crumbled the first cookie into his pudding, minimizing crumb spillage.

"Hello there," Jax looked up, having just taken a bite of his concoction when he noticed a figure standing over the table. "Do you mind if I join you?" Slightly annoyed, Jax's eyes darted left and right, indicating that there were plenty of other seats. The figure in question had skin that reminded him of the night sky and hair the color of starlight. She was adorned in a red dress with a deep plunge and a mask with a single eye over it. "Not at all," Jax scooted his dessert slightly closer to himself.

The woman had a plate of cookies, each a various shade and shape. "I couldn't help but notice you Mr...."

"Please, call me Jax," the snow leopard offered a hand. The other mutant shook it daintily, but he could tell her grip had strength to it. "Mr. Jax, I noticed you were sitting all by your lonesome self." Jax attempted to disguise his annoyance and desire to be alone with a smile. "Well, I was rather hungry." He replied, the woman reflecting his smile with one of her own. "My name is Eclipse," she picked up one of her cookies and waved it just underneath his nose. "And I too am absolutely starving." His tail stiffened, hair standing up on edge.

Ah, so that was her intention.

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#2021-01-26 03:59:53, as written by phantasms

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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#2021-01-26 06:18:37, as written by Specmarine

Location: Father

When the Leopard Man mentioned that he looked young for his age. Leo nodded in response to this...Actually now that he thought about it he did look young...In fact his parents only had a few wrinkles but were still young and active. Heck his own mother could easily beat him in arm wrestle for a few hours without breaking a sweat...Huh...It was certainly interesting to know more about others. But their conversation soon came to an end as his conversational partner expressed his want to get some food before orientation starts. He simply nodded in response. "The pleasure is mine, thanks for speaking to me. I appreciate it." He gave a thankful nod in reply as speaking of food, Leo wanted to check up on the food at the table he was standing at. He got some wine at the table but he might as well eat while he was at it.

Looking at the table, his eyes sparkled over all the fresh and delicious smelling snacks and finger foods on display for anyone to consume. Well, if this was for them then he would help himself to the food! He grabbed a plate and grabbed a fork...Once he got his utensils he went from food to food. Taking a cookie, some pudding, some cake, some crackers, some fruit...He just kept on going until he put one of everything upon his plate. The chef inside of him wanted to taste all foods available and think of ways to recreate it. As such he began carefully taking a bite out each delicacy and began to analyze the ingredients used. "Delicious...I think this is sugar...A lot of these have sugar in them. As for every other item...I have no clue but the tastes seem re-creatable...But this is really good! I wonder how they taste combined now..." He thought to himself as he nodded to himself as he began to combine multiple snacks together, to taste them to see which one worked and what others were not as great.

After his taste testing he felt himself much more full than before, and he kept a mental note in his mind about recipes he should write down on some paper for the future. Man...Now that he thought about it he needed a new book to write down his recipes since he left his back home for...In the event he did not return from this game...But that's a different issue to worry about. For now he looked around and noticed a comfy looking chair and sat down. Woah! The chair's were nice and soft! Amazing! This beats sleeping on an old mattress any day! But for now he decided to now drink from his wine glass to wash down the taste of all the food he has just eaten. Time to just rest, he guessed, I mean what are the chances there is another friendly person who walks up to people and wants to talk? In a death game at that...Well...He could go around...But first he wanted to enjoy this chair first.

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#2021-01-27 00:39:41, as written by forever2b

Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: forever2b Speech Color | FC: Ayer from Granblue Fantasy Thought Color

Having snatched the jewel from the wolf-lady, Bandit rolled down to the ground, getting back up on his two feet. He looked over his shoulder to observe is suit, which now was muddied and ripped. He let out a frown of disappointment. Sahara was going to kill him for this. He could imagine it now, her deadly green eyes looking down at him, forcing the poor fox to sow it back together in front of his eyes. Just the thought of it made him shudder. However, that situation didn't seem like the threat right now.

The wolf started growling at him for the robbery that he performed. Bandit let out a shrug, with both hands up in response to her asking for a jewel back. She couldn't have possibly known he took it.

"Give what back?" He said, "I just went to pet your head."

Then the girl stood up, having a good foot (0.3048 m) over him in size. She growled, clearly a threatening pose. However, Bandit wasn't afraid. He's faced so much worse out in the Arctic. Due to the sheer cold of the seasons, creatures there were much bigger and bulkier. The fox stood up to countless monsters greater than this wolf girl. He snatched their meals and treasures, right in front of their face and made it out without a scratch.

It seemed like she didn't really want the jewel back from him, as she picked up her empty plate of whatever was there, so Bandit didn't have to use any more dirty tactics than he did. He began to unbutton his suit which seemed to be ruined now. While he was doing so he responded to the girl's response of him giving his name.

He slung the suit over his back while responding, "Nice to meet you Scout. Hope I'll see you around in the Game. Not! He let out a casual grin.

"Well, now I gotta go patch up this suit, so bye!" With that he walked away from the girl. Wow, she was aggressive and angry. Definitely not my style.

The arctic fox began walking back into the lobby, until he realized that he came out here to find Dirk. Luckily, it seemed like the furry critter was already captured by Trix, who was also making her way back over to him. Bandit gave a wave, as he made his way over. When he got closer, he could see that Trix had her arms around the escapee, which had bunch of flowers gripped in its tiny paws.

"Trix! You found Dirk! Sorry I couldn't help, I was, uh, tied down at the moment."

Trix looked at Bandit with a smile, "I see, well I found this runaway picking flowers on a tree."

Bandit blinked, "What? Your racoon likes flowers?"

"Mew." It responded. Holding up the blue colored flower to Bandit.

"Apparently." Trix said frowning at the response. "We never got to see these types of flowers in the tundra. I guess Dirk got really excited."

"Well whatever floats its boat." Bandit said, not really understanding the beauty in flowers.

"So what were you doing while I caught Dirk?"

"Well, I was... introducing myself to a new person I found. She was tall had white ears, man was she scary though."

"Really? That was the important business?"

The three began to walk back inside the lounge where a sea of mutants formed. They squeezed their way off to a corner, so that the tiny trio wouldn't get squished. Along the way Bandit told Trix about his meeting with Scout, omitting the detail about how he stole her jewel.

"Yeah, she like, threw me over her shoulder and was very tall."

"I'm sure she didn't appreciate you jumping on her though."

"Well, I guess not." He responded with his hand over his head. Bandit was practically dragging his suit on the ground now.

"Mew. Mew." Dirk said.

"Hey, I thought you were on my side!"

"Mew, mew mew mew." It said pointing with its flower at a pink haired girl in the corner.

"Huh?" Bandit said.

"I think Dirk wants to interact with the girl in the corner. She seems lonely."

Bandit slouched his back, not wanting to have more interactions. Plus, the girl in the corner had scary hazel eyes. It reminded him of a predator.

Straightening back up he sad, "She might want to be alone. It'd be rude to interrupt what she was doing."

"But she might want some company."

"Or alone time. Let's let her be."

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Trix said walking over.

"Mew." Dirk said as it pushed off of Trix's arm to lead the way over to the girl hunched over in the corner.

"W-wait, Trix! Dirk! It might me dangerous..." Giving up he chased after them.

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#2021-01-27 01:49:09, as written by forever2b

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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#2021-01-27 03:20:21, as written by The_Queen

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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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#2021-01-27 03:56:43, as written by The_Queen

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Scout's ears flattened against her head in annoyance. It was too loud, the lights too bright. She squinted, backing up into a wall as the humans emerged from the center of the room in a rather flashy display. Scout reached to rest her arm insinctively on her sword hilt, realizing it wasn't there. With a sigh, the wolf ground her teeth together in annoyance, recalling that she had to give it to some humans to take care of until this was over. Instead, Scout crossed her arms and stood stoically in the corner. When she had gotten to the dessert table, the cookies had all been gone.

No matter, Scout was used to going days without eating, she could handle not having another cookie. Kore paraded around the stage, Scout watching, rather entertained until the rules were listed off. No violence until the Games. Duly noted, her hand went up to touch the hairpin, her teeth grinding in annoyance. She still hadn't gotten that gem back; Scout had let him off easy because her desire her for food outweighed her desire to protect a plastic gemstone.

Balloons rained from the ceiling, Scout looked up, watching as they fell like a rainbow crashing towards the ground. A streamer landed on her nose, silver and sparkly. "Humans are so strange," Scout murmured, a figure appearing by her side. "There you are," Aries grinned. Scout's glanced down at him, her face not moving so as not to disturb the confetti. "You've got something on your face," he reached up to pick it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. The wolf watched it flutter away in dismay, her tail drooping slightly. "Come on, I want to introduce you to some people. Play nice, okay? These guys are big dogs."

"Fine," Scout followed him. Three man were standing in a circle, each wearing maroon velvet suits. Big dogs, Aries had said. That was strange, they looked oddly human. "Aries!" One of the humans clapped her manager on the back. Aries winced slightly, causing Scout's mouth to tug downwards. Why did he let that human touch him like that? "Is this the mute?" Scout let out a low growl. Aries held a hand up, "Yes, this is Scout. Scout, these are the owners of Valve Corp, they're a large metal parts maker on Brother." Scout looked them up and down. Was she expected to say something? Aries glanced at her.

"Hello," Scout spoke at last. "Praise the Lord it speaks!" All three of them laughed. Scout frowned once more, her tail now stiff, apprehensive. "We like your style little mutant, well, I guess I can't say little," they all chuckled once again. Aries smiled, "I assume you saw the video?" He asked, his expression cold, calculating. "Yes, quite impressive, beating a man twice your size with just your fists. What brought it on?" They were drinking alcohol, the smell of it assaulting Scout's nose. "He insulted me," they laughed again, as though she had said something funny.

Scout wanted to vomit, the smell too strong. "Don't worry, we have no intention of doing that. As long as we can put our brand on your jacket, I think we'll get along just fine." A hand reached out, slapping Scout on the back. "Ah-" Aries grabbed her as Scout snapped, a growl emitting from her lips, which were parted into a snarl. Her tail stood up on end, her fur sticking up, ears alert and forward."I think Scout needs something to drink, something's stuck in her throat." Scout pushed against him, Aries struggling to extract her from the circle of drunkards and towards a table with drinks. "Get your hands off of me!" At last Aries released her, putting himself between her and the table so she wouldn't flip it. Scout paced, her fists clenching and unclenching, she wanted to punch something.

"Calm down, they're drunk. They don't mean any harm." He reached around, picking up a strong smeling fruity concoction. "Here, drink this. Settle your nerves. Don't worry, there's no alcohol in it." Scout sniffed it cautiously, but there was no tell-tale sting in her nostrils.

"Fine," she took a sip, Aries guiding her to a quiet corner of the room. "I'm going to close the deal, wait here. Okay? Try not to bite anyone's head off while I'm gone." Scout nodded, taking another sip. It was... sparkly, that was the only way Scout could describe the taste. She had no other way to explain the fruit sensation that coated her tongue. "I hate humans."

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#2021-01-27 07:25:29, as written by Specmarine

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Lights, camera and action...What a fitting thing that comes to mind when the rather extravagant introduction happened as their host who introduced herself as Kore was giving them the rundown and rules. Of course for Leo after watching the games enough times he heard the rules enough times for it to be ingrained in his brain. But he was impressed by the choreography of the lights and mist that accompanied her speech. Looks like she was one for making things grand. So once her speech was over with streamers and balloons falling accompanied by music he began to applaud her performance. It was a good speech...Save for the fact that she was rather energetic for a host in a death game...

Leo gave a small sigh as he took another sip from his wine and looked around the room, Qiqi was busy talking to some people he did not know and saw her point to him causing the people she was talking at to look at him for a brief moment before turning their attention back to her. A blonde haired guy was seemingly in the middle of a romantic dance with a red haired girl who did not look all that fazed...The wolf girl looked like she was ready to rip someone's head off...And a bunch of others either interacting or avoiding people. Well he had his fill of a comfy chair for one day, might as well get up and see who was up for a talk. And that he did.

However his little adventure came to a halt as he saw Qiqi leading three women to his location. Uh oh...Look presentable Leo...Any crumbs...No, thank goodness...He took a breath as he made himself look as presentable as he could. Cup that was full with wine in hand, suit with no food on it and a small smile. The group of four soon were within arms reach of him. "So this is the mutant you are managing Qiqi? I would think you were telling us a lie if it were not for the fact of that robotic arm he has. What fine work on this specimen." One woman dressed with a sparkling blue dress spoke as she slowly examined him and slowly walked around him like he was some sort of piece of art.

"I'm glad you enjoy this Miss. This is my newest makeup product that I have been perfecting, although he may not be feminine or female. As you three can see even this oil slicked mutant looks like a brilliant man. And if a mutant can look like this imagine that on your beautiful bodies ladies. This would be perfect for any model." She smiled as she stood next to Leo looking proud. This little spiel caused the women to whisper among each other, nodding softly seemingly discussing among each other. Of course with his ears more alert than a normal human he could listen to what they were talking about, but when they were simply complimenting the work done and talking about business he decided not to listen any more as he did not need to know.

Soon after they finished their discussion the three turned to Qiqi with smiles. "We are greatly impressed by your work. We would like to schedule a time for a Fotoshoot. I believe we have a few pages available in this month's beauty section. And when the girls see that section on their Holo Tab's they will simply eat it up. Now come, let us leave this mutant behind for now to further discuss details." The woman in the blue dress spoke as the four left as quickly as they appeared...Well...He felt like an object at that moment but that was to be expected...But he soon sighed once more taking a sip from his glass. At least he hoped he made a good impression but at least he could return to see who he could talk to...It was best to make some allies at least...But who to talk to...From what he can see everyone seemed to be busy. This made this a bit difficult. And there was a good chance he would be presented to more people from his manager...He ultimately decided to sit back down. Might as well wait until things calm down a bit. This was after all where people were going to meet potential sponsors, and they might decide whether you get vital aid when you're down on your luck during the game or left to die...

As such he decided to put his faith in Qiqi...If his manager was getting people to look at him then he could be hopeful that some sponsors would look his way.

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#2021-01-27 09:35:04, as written by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Cayde was about three beers in and fairly disappointed when the pit crew arrived with his new equipment.

All the technology in the world and they choose to forgo flavor. Nonetheless, he wasn’t one to refuse free things and the less he needed to unmask himself the better. His face was a well kept secret on the ship, seen only by Halo, Renee, the pit crew, and the creator of the Game of Pursuit. At first he balked at the idea of showing his true identity; however, he was at the mercy of his manager and they were adamant that they could see him in his entirety. Plus, they needed to make sure he wouldn't tamper with anyone else's equipment.

”It’s not that nobody trusts you. We just need to ensure that the game stays fair for everyone involved.”

”So you don’t trust me to play fair.”

”It’s not about me.”

Quickshot sighed, crushing his empty can before inspecting his armor. After making sure all of the adjustments had taken hold, he donned his mask and left the dressing room. There were no more scratches, dents, or scuffs; they buffed away all of his experiences over the past year. It felt simultaneously freeing and melancholic. All of that time spent wandering in the Wastelands was gone, but so were the days leading up to his separation from his family. He supposed this would be an opportunity to create new experiences, one of which would lead to winning the Game of Pursuit.

With his cape over his shoulders and the pit crew sworn to silence, he departed for the lounge where a fair number of competitors had made themselves comfortable. He wasn't keen on mingling with others, primarily because they were mostly younglings, pretty much all of whom wouldn't be older than his daughter (who he was careful to keep an eye out for).

Each of them appeared to have taken a different approach, some mimicking Prime, some taking a ballroom approach. Some opted for simplicity. It seemed that regardless of aesthetic preferences, their managers had the final say. Everyone was just a tool for their amusement.

Before he could find a place to settle however, lights flashed, fog filled the room, and a pair of humans emerged from the podium.

"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!"

Quickshot didn't know much about either of them, but it seemed like Kore (the shorter and perkier of the two) was leading the show. All of the information she mentioned was common sense so he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as she continued speaking (not that anyone could tell).

Frowning at the gaudy display, he swatted away a stray balloon. So far, Halo proved to be the closest thing to an ally on the ship and he had no issue with that. He didn't expect anyone to sponsor him nor did he intend on courting anyone. The citizens of the capital must have watched countless interviews and trying too hard to stand out would be his undoing. If he had nothing to say, it would be easier to say nothing at all.

He turned to meet the gaze of a red haired man with tattoos covering his chest. The feral look in his eyes reeked of aggression, a blind demand for a fight that would never come. Each passerby was treated to the same provocative glare, but nobody seemed to take the bait.

It was honestly kind of pathetic.

The cybernetic mutant turned away from the other competitor, deciding that the better option would be finding a less crowded space so that if anybody did swing by, they would come one at a time.

Seeing a large, unoccupied tree near the balcony, he walked over and took a seat on the grass. The faint scent of lavender was comforting even if it was artificial and...seemingly from nowhere. He glanced behind him, pausing at the sight of a blue-haired girl. She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old and her outfit didn’t seem to do her any favors. There was no good reason for her to be in this competition and yet, there couldn’t be any other reason why a mutant would be on Father.

You’re here too huh, he thought to himself with a sigh.

"Good luck to you." Cayde whispered, more to himself than to her.

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