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[The Regal Rper]

"Fate leads the willing and drags along the reluctant." — Seneca​

March 7th, 2067

It was Monday. Of course it was a Monday. After what for many felt like a short eternity, it was time for Project Fate to finally kick off. These soon-to-be agents had been broken down into multiple groups to be introduced over the next few weeks. The handful in this group would be the third only following an initial test sample of six and a group dubbed the "Beta Test" more similar in size that came after. One would be forgiven for believing they would be called Gamma or something similar, but the naming convention of the previous two groups would not to be followed. Instead, these Fate Agents were dubbed Group A-01, marking the true beginning of the program. Today, they shed whatever title they were previously: disgraced Meister, dangerous weapon, defected agent, unpredictable monster. On this day, they became Fate Agents, and their future in the DWMA relied on their performance in the program.​

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Each individual that signed up and made it this far was given instructions, be it by text or email depending on their preference. Given each were issued mobile devices, it was their responsibility to assure they kept in touch. A week beforehand, each were informed they were to arrive at no later than 0900 at Lot C in the training grounds to the East of DWMA Campus. There, they would meet the rest of the members of Group A-01, which wasn't public knowledge at the time. Oh, and they would be meeting Cyrus. The same Cyrus that was the twenty-eight year old personal Death Scythe of Lord Kidd himself. It was common knowledge that Liz and Patty may be his personal weapons, but Cyrus was the Death Scythe he went to if combat became serious. More importantly, he was his right hand man. Cyrus was likely the only person more adherent to Order than Kidd himself in the entire DWMA. Cyrus was an individual with a lot of influence, making it quite the statement they would be meeting him personally.​

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Lot C was not a notable special area nor a difficult one to find. Lots A through F were a series of approximately seven football sized clearings found by taking a left before ascending the infamously long DWMA staircase, then a well-beaten path beyond the iron gate that separated the tree line of the small forest outside of campus. The walk beyond the gate was less than a mile, at tops, and mostly flat. Lot C was located behind Lots A and B upon entering with just a few hundred feet separating them. If the students couldn't find it on their own, getting direction would be far from difficult. It was more so, if anything, anti-climatic to meet there after the wait through the program.​

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There was no more information given in the communications, and no replies sent out. No instructions as to equipment, no information as to what to wear, no prompt as to what they would actually be doing. Not so much as being told to bring a pen or pencil. Their first step into the world of being a Fate Agent was to simply show up. In a way, fitting, given that each one of them had to sign up for the program to begin with. In a way, also ominous as there was no further information provided. And, likely, in a way, frustrating as most of them had spent months of not longer to get approved for this step of the program only to receive a few sentences of text when it all finally started.​

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[The Regal Rper]

Zosar | DWMA | Lot C

'Welcome To Fate!'​

Two years. Time really does fly.

It was like he'd been swimming underwater and had finally come up for that desperate breathe of oxygen after fighting the rapid waves for so long. His therapist was right. The toll of knowing that he was treading dangerous territory with all the repercussions that came with it, had been weighing more on his mind more than he'd allowed himself to show.

Thoughts wandered and he could not help but think of what awaited ahead. How many of the people there would know? Would hear his name and just know. Might have been a friend of the past, that like many, had grown to distance themselves from him to protect themselves? Then again, in a program for misfits it wouldn't really matter in the long run, would it? No, it wouldn't matter. In the long run he was just one of many entering the program for their own reasons.

Yet, he could not help but think of the trials ahead. If two years of surveillance and walking the tight rope hadn't been enough it was the Autonomous Weapon that had been assigned to him these last six months that had initially put Zosar on edge. He had been an odd acquaintance, but one that he had found...welcoming in a form. They both shared one thing in common- and that was the stigma they'd faced from returning. With him, it hadn't been his choice. With me, Zosar however considered, I chose to.

Which only gave Zosar's mind the opportunity to pick on the rumors. The source of it all. Rumors that had set up a spark that blazed into a raging inferno. Two months, nearly three out of DWMA, and he'd expected there to be talk. He'd expected the looks, the questioning stares, the wonderings about what had happened to him and where he was. What he hadn't expected- was how quickly everyone else followed along with the drops of gossip--

--And worst of all, how it made them so stubborn to see all those attempts he'd been making to try and repay his dues.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been a big deal if he had been the only one that hadn't shown up. It would've been easier to lie and say his injury had kept him out of DWMA for the last two months. But when Becky, Mark, and the others came into the picture, things looks suspicious. And suspicion bred questions which bred theories which bred rumors.

The question he asked himself the day it'd become clear he was an outlier was simple, was: Why did you do it? Why go back when you knew what you were risking?

"Didn't you know that if DWMA captured you, your life here moving forward would be difficult?"​

And the answer had been the same since: I had to risk it. And he hadn't said anything more about it. In his mind, if he'd left Cassey and the others to fight that Corrupted Soul alone, he would've always had it haunt his memory, his conscience would always remind him considering what he'd seen when he arrived at the scene alone, that they would've all been responsible if anyone of them had died. Maybe it was the memory of not being there for all those friends he'd lost over the years before even DWMA, but the idea that he would abandon someone he called an ally, a friend, for his own good-- sickening. Yet it should've never gotten to that point.

For him and the others, leaving DWMA behind would and should've been easy. The emotional connections made between them and their peers, fake. Just as much as their identities. All of this, should have just been business. They had always taken precautions to prevent death when they were sabotaging missions. Always and every single time, there'd never been one casualty.

However that night, that mission wasn't something they'd set up. It could've been any mission and they would've fled nonetheless. So why was it, that on that night, they had to face some creature that simply refused to be Hunted? Why was it, that night had to be so royally screwed up that he had given into some of his doubts, and allowed himself to abandon his friends for people he'd only known for a range of max, two years?

Considering everything he'd had to deal with Zosar couldn't help but ponder things. What would be different if he went to this program? He had wanted to know. What would change for him that hadn't with all the effort he was putting in. He'd asked Midori the question once when they'd been together. Is there a point.

He hadn't expected any real reply. In all honesty he'd thought Midori was just there to be his parole officer. Where if he stepped out of line, he'd be reined in or done in.

Thoughts turned to Hiroshi, and he began thinking about the Art of Perception. Hiroshi had said that Soul Perceptionists could always feel the strong emotions of a individual. There were some people who didn't practice the skill but could sense the chi of others more clearly than the average normal person, and that in and of itself led to a deeper sense of empathy or charisma. Maybe in trying to make himself more appealing now that he couldn't fake some of the truth anymore- maybe he'd also revealed some sort of bad chi that pushed his peers away.

He had no idea. Not like anyone aside from Athena would bother approaching him unless they had to or were a superior in rank. It ultimately didn't matter. He was in, that mattered.

Or did it?

Did it matter when they had him chipped like a criminal and strapped to this infernal device that would ensure he couldn't use his wavelength? When would they remove these things? He wanted to know.

Zosar sighed. A tired sigh that mixed in with a hint of relief. He glanced at the notification one last time to make sure he hadn't mistaken it for something else, that it was real. That it was evidence. And then he sat up--

--inside his room, shifting out of his bed.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes once, then looked at the time. 4 a.m. Reached for his phone, checked the notification and the email he'd had pinned in his email box to keep it at the top of his priority list. Re-read it. And then laid back on the bed slowly once he was certain he wasn't late.

Couldn't be late.

Couldn't take living like this anymore. He was certain if he had to spend another year like this, he'd snap.

He'd already lost his temper once when he turned his strike away from Ford when the jerk had been antagonizing him, and look what that had gotten him? A reprimand and a reminder that he was on thin ice before Midori appeared and they strapped that damn device on his arm. He couldn't afford to get another one of those 'warnings'. There was no telling what they would do to him if he accidentally pushed the envelope too far over the edge.

For seconds, Zosar stared aimlessly at the ceiling of his dominantly empty room. Breathed in deeply, exhaled slowly.

"...Guess I'll do some meditation before getting ready."

4:05 A.M. and Zosar spent one hour, meditating in the darkness of his room.

"Soon" he muttered to himself in the dimness of his room. "...Soon."

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The idea had been was that he would be first at Lot C. The instructions had taken some asking. Only one out of a crowd of students below the long staircase had been willing to point him vaguely in the direction he needed to go when he was double checking- and even when they had replied, Zosar sensed the annoyance in their soul and the annoyance from their friends as he had approached them to ask the question at all.

It was going to be a good Monday morning. He could tell.

Arriving at the large field, hands in pockets, a blank expression of neutrality, Zosar extended his perception to see if he could detect any other souls. He was early, but earliness was the sign of competence. Despite the lack of instructions on anything being needed, he'd dressed as nicely as he could. Flexible black pants with designer stripes running on either side of his leg, running shoes, a black zip up jacket with a raven on the back, and that was it. There was no need to dress business casual or formally in this case. Dressing in nicely in standard casual would have to suffice. He wasn't about to fuck up his clothes just because he DWMA's Death Scythe had stated they arrive in the field early.

If one of his instructors in DWMA could walk into class in their pajamas and flipflops, he could enter the first formal meeting in this.

And so without further ado, awareness up and alert, Zosar pulled out his phone, and began flipping through tabs to find something to preoccupy the time till he either detected a soul moving this way- or saw someone nearby.

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[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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It was Monday; the start of another week. Dani laid in bed, having woken up a bit early, but too groggy to stir until the damnable alarm started to blare and force her to choose between the annoying racket, and her laziness. Of course, she always attempted to fight it at first. Dig deeper under the blankets or poor the pillow over her head. Eventually though, the alarm always won.

The prick.

With a huff, the pink-haired girl swung an arm over the side of her bed to silence the source of the noise. After struggling a bit to do so while keeping her eyes shut, the room grew quiet and she lay there for a few moments.

It wasn't a typical Monday. However, Dani didn't feel particularly excited. It was just another thing to do; the road stretched onward. If anything, she was wary. Likely they would continue to push her to partner with another, though she didn't care much for getting a replacement. Though, that was a nuisance that would be dealt with when the time came. For now, she merely had to show up.

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Travelling to the designated meeting point was a bit of a walk, though hardly difficult to find. Her pace was devoid of any vigor as she reached the meeting point, and her eyes were narrowed slightly to depict someone in some need of coffee or some artificial energy. Unfortunately, this made her natural scowl appear that much less approachable.

It seemed that she was the only one there, save for one other. He was dressed rather normally, though seemingly prepared should they be required to exert themselves. The message really didn't cover any information other than telling them where to show up. Dani didn't really consider the prospect too much, opting to just pick some clothes. She ended up with a black t-shirt underneath a cozy white hoodie, dark blue jean shorts, and a pair of white sneakers with short, white socks. Her unruly hair had been tamed and accentuated with a blue bow adorning her head.

Turning her gaze away from the other man, Dani covered her mouth with her sleeve to stifle a yawn. She wasn't just going to walk up and chat the guy up. No, she'd rather wait for everyone to show up and just move on with their introduction.

Mentions: Zosar
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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Azariah "Zari" Vasher

The canopy of trees didn't perfectly blot out the morning sun, sending dancing patterns of bright spots all across the small meadow. Zari had watched it rise from the damp comfort of the dew-kissed forest grass, just as he had every morning for the past week. Despite the consistent racket inside his skull he seldom went sleepless, but ever since he received the summons that officially declared his reception into F.A.T.E he could barely contain himself. None of this was particularly obvious to any on-lookers however, as Zari's beige outline laid with arms and legs outstretched in the forest greenery, apathetically staring up into the sky through the lush awning.

He'd felt paranoid or excited - he wasn't sure which - and manically returned to stake out lot C several times a day over the week, ending up spending more time in the forest around the DWMA than he did in his own home. Occasionally he'd try to take his mind off of it, play games, catch birds, chase his own shadow, but those pastimes were all better in the forest anyway. There was sweetly freeing sense of silence here, away from the bustling souls of Death City. He never did seem to get much silence, here. The streets were packed to the brim with exceptional wavelengths, each with their own unique sound that together formed a sad mockery of a orchestral soundtrack, and supplanting any stillness Azariah would manage to instill in himself. It was somehow louder than Tokyo, and that was saying something.

Slightly darkened by the wet grass, his trademark white button-up shirt was half-tucked at the waist, with unused black suspenders spilling out into the grass at his hip. It had to remain unbuttoned at the neck to accommodate for the two collars he chose to wear: the tight-fit madness inhibitor and the clunkier incapacitation collar. Unsure of what to expect from this first encounter he'd strapped his combat knife to the left thigh of his black slacks. In spite of the disheveled look, his steel-toed boots were shined to perfection and the laces looked as if they'd been measured to perfection after they'd been tied. Some habits were just hard to quit.

The anticipation was killing him. Under half-closed eyelids his unfocused eyes stirred anxiously, and his fingers ached to scratch at something, but when Azariah rose he did so with the stillness of death. Each movement precise and calculated, consistent and slow - like a cartoon vampire rising from its coffin, except without defying gravity. Even his breath was so shallow and weak that he might be mistaken for a zombie squatting in the DWMA woods, if it wasn't for a single droplet of blood running down his finger from a bruise on his knuckle.

Zari was listening. Judging by the sun 9AM was just around the corner, and in the distance he heard the first exceptional wavelength since he'd come out here. It sounded like the crackling of warm embers. Smooth and sharp, but threatening to burn should you get too careless. His eyes narrowed in a happy curl. It was a good sound. Powerful. He'd be ready to head to the lot if someone like that was around. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he still carried a fear of being ambushed at meeting places. It was irrational, all his enemies were dead and he was in Death City, probably the most secure place to be on earth. Still, he couldn't so easily let go of those parts of himself. Better safe than sorry.

He began silently moving through the brush, only the subdued clacking of his collars colliding every few steps giving his location away. As the lot came into sight he picked up on a different humming coming through the woods, though describing it as a hum might've been an understatement. The next wavelength was rife with ferocious intent. It sounded like an electric guitar, aggressively played through a broken tube amplifier. It sounded like busted drum kits and tritones, missed notes and violent melodies. It would've been deafening if Zari hadn't learned to phase out sounds like that, and as he appeared out of the woodworks opposite the other two students, he found that it belonged to a pink-haired girl. The first had belonged to a boy with black and white hair.

Awkwardly and apprehensively he very obviously looked the two over with tired eyes. The boy seemed uninterested, and the girl reserved at best. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, faced with his contemporaries - but he knew that he'd never make any friends if he didn't at least try. So with what felt like lifting a car's worth of energy and a hand nervously scratching at his neck, the edge's of Zari's mouth shakily rose to a faint smile, and his voice - hoarse from days of disuse - coughed out a meagre "Hi." to the two, and he weakly shook his other hand in an attempted wave.

It's a start.


EmperorsChosen The Regal Rper

 

[Merciless Medic]

Sara Middleton & Noah Wiley


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Location: Lot C
Mentions: Zari ( Prizzy Kriyze )
Interactions: Zosar ( The Regal Rper ), Dani ( EmperorsChosen )

"WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEAD!!"

A bouncing hybrid of a werewolf and a young woman bounced incessantly on the twin-bed draped in black and pine-colored sheets and blankets, its sleepy occupant groaning irritably at the living, annoying alarm clock.

"Just because I told you that you could sleep here again doesn't mean I'm going to allow any late risers, mister! Remember?"

With a sigh, the man pulled himself into a sitting position, glaring irritably at the woman, who was just smiling too much. "Yeah. I got it, Sara." He said flatly.

"Good, I expect you to be dressed and have eaten breakfast before we leave."

"What time-"

"No more questions, Noah. Get UP!"

With a pillow whack to finalize the morning, Sara rushed out of her partner's room, leaving Noah to grumble irritably about how stupidly early Sara liked to wake up when excited. As soon as he threw on his casual black suit and white dress shirt, he came out ruffling his hair as Sara was cooking their food. Noah was just about to grab cereal when Sara's ear flicked towards him and gave him a stern look. Sighing in defeat, Noah trudged to the stool at the island counter and sat, resting his head in the folded crook of his arms as he just wanted to go back to sleep.

"You know, if you're going to be sleepy, why don't you transform into your weapon form and have me carry you around everywhere?" Sara asked, her back still turned as she was making her signature omelet.

"Ya know why. It gets uncomfortable and I can't sleep while transformed. I still have to resonate with ya." Noah tiredly said, his voice monotonous.

"Oh, right." Sara giggled, putting a near smile on Noah's face.

After they had left DWMA, Noah didn't think Sara would come back for him. His parents couldn't, and neither could his family or the rest of his friends. Sara being a constant in his life gave him structure he begrudgingly admitted he needed. He would never admit to anything, but he knew Sara knew what he was thinking about mostly. She still acted as if they didn't just take a break from each other for a few years. As if they just went on their last mission yesterday...

"You remember the items ya need from FATE?" Noah asked, with Sara nodding and setting a plate of food in front of Noah. While her cooking skills weren't exceptional, she still cooked far better than he ever could, which he was thankful for. Without a passing glance, Noah ate slowly and surely while Sara wolfed down her food straight from the hot pan, whining suddenly at how hot it was but stubbornly hurrying out of sheer excitement. Her antics never failed to make Noah smirk at least as he shook his head.

Sara - who was wearing a black tank top under a white jacket, her necklace, and dark brown shorts with black leggings - finished her food, set the pan in the sink (last time she threw one, she nearly broke the handle right off) and ran to her room to get ready.

As soon as Noah was just about finished, his plate and fork were whisked away suddenly by a red gloved hand, and he can see how excited she was with her tail wagging. Letting out a chuckle-like scoff, Noah slid off the stool, hands in his pockets. "Sara, calm down. Yer energy is nearly not infectious enough to get me excited."

"But I can't help it! It's so exciting! We get to finally prove ourselves!" Sara was wearing her red and white sneakers, her combat knife on her thigh in a satchel and that metal collar around her neck, something she shouldn't be wearing with such gusto if she were a 'true' werewolf in Noah's eyes, but at least she wasn't taking it as a horrible detriment. If anything, she was making a fashion statement if he didn't know any better.

Slipping on his shoes, Noah nodded, already knowing where Sara was going to go with this.

As the two left, Noah was met with a full-tirade of what they could possibly do to win over DMWA's trust in their abilities again. He was glad he remembered where Lot C was as he managed to steer Sara in the right direction. Anytime she took a wrong turn, Noah would just keep going in the direction they were supposed to be going, Sara completely not realizing that she turned, only to hear Noah's footsteps stepping away from her. Then she would rush right back and continue where she left off, Noah being glad he figured out how to tune Sara out without losing the entire gist of her rant.

But as soon as the steps came into view, Noah grumbled. "Why do they have to be so long?"

"Because, only the physically fit can attend the steps. It's the first rite of any Meister and Weapon pair!" Of course, she'd say that.

Sighing, all he could do was follow Sara. While he did train, he didn't train as much as Sara did, who seemed to be an endless bundle of energy he low-key wished he had. Sara even helped Noah by grabbing his wrist and dragging him up. Noah severely wished he undergone physical conditioning training. These steps were a nightmare on his legs and knees.

Finally, as they made it to the top, Noah let out a sigh of relief whilst panting before he looked up at the sky to see the sun was only above the horizon by just a bit. "Sara, how early are we?"

"ONE HOUR!" Sara exclaimed cheerfully.

"WHAT?" Noah yelled, meeting Sara's happy smile with an incredulous stare.

With their matching watches, Sara happily marched on while Noah berated her. She didn't know why Noah was so upset with her, they had people to impress after all! Even if they didn't say on their emails to them to bring anything, Sara was sure it was something physically demanding and, if they were going on a mission, she didn't want to leave her incapacitator collar. Noah was a little upset that the emails didn't have anything else to it besides 'show up'. It was rather demeaning, thinking that they may fail showing up at all. Since they were serious about proving themselves capable agents for DWMA, it left a sour taste in Noah's mouth.

Sara's olfactory senses for her soul perception had been on the entire time, the scent of Noah's soul of a vast, isolating fog yet with the lingering sweetness hidden within had always interested her. She can also smell he was irritated, only glad that he lost his steam in his berating of her to be silent as they found the lot they were after. They had wandered a good portion, Noah trudging behind Sara with his hands in his pockets while Sara couldn't sit still, even if she tried. She began meandering around, spending a good thirty minutes taking random detours as she recalled moments in their past and maybe shedding a tear of all the memories she had here with all her friends. But now, it was serious. They walked upon the lot.

Then the other smells hit.

It was like a whole new world.

Sara first smelled rotten eggs hitting her nose. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it was something that she had taken to realizing it was Madness. There were two individuals who smelled like rotten eggs, but they weren't too strong. One smelled of slight sweetness mixed with that rotten egg smell, one she attributed to a bright pink-haired girl. The other was a bit stronger, but she also smelled sweetness. Then she smelled someone who was sweeter like flowers, but it was drenched in blood.

Was someone hurt?!

She followed her nose with closed eyes before she stopped before a man who looked to be a little well-dressed for this. Well, so was Noah. Noah recognized the man immediately and kept his distance due to all the rumors he heard, while Sara didn't seem to care. She looked him over with some alarm, her ears pinned sideways and down. "Hey, you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? If you're hurt, why don't you go to the infirmary?" Despite him being a stranger and forgetting people had their boundaries, Sara circled him quickly as she tried to find the source of the smell, her tail wagging cautiously, yet still excitedly. Noah groaned.

"Sara, leave the poor man alone, I doubt he came to a meetin' dressed to impress just to be wounded."

Sara refused to listen, wanting to know what the smell was and where it was coming from. Noah just rolled his eyes and took up a position near Dani, his shoulders slouched over. "Damn, mutt." He looked over to Dani and gave her a quick nod upwards with his head, opting to not have to worry about doing small talk. Just business, he told himself. "When do ya think they'll get here, if they aren't hidin' from us?"

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C

0900 hours. In the morning. The time when the sun was out and about. It would seem that DWMA wasn’t as racially accepting as recent advertisements would have him believe, but Jarvis supposed he wouldn’t have been happy being treated as some special-needs student either. DWMA had changed quite a bit from what he last remembered…16 years ago. New faces. New facilities. At the same time, some things remained staunchly unchanged—like the staircase.

Yawning, Jarvis effortlessly trudged up the long array of steps that led to Lord Kidd’s school at a steady walking pace, neither speeding up nor slowing down regardless of who he passed or who passed him. Once upon a time, he’d been one of those eager boys that were all too ready to compete—to race each other up the steps, challenge themselves with how fast they could go, set personal goals to beat, etc. Bright-eyed. Looking forward to the future. Now, Jarvis was 30, returning to school for one last attempt at becoming a Deathscythe, and he couldn’t care less about how he looked to others…but being late on his first day would probably bring more trouble than it was worth, so he did make an effort to arrive somewhat early.

Good thing he did too.

Lot C…Lot C…Jarvis wandered around a bit until he found his destination. While he did stop to ask directions a couple of times, the young bloodsucker simply followed his nose for the most part...since he hadn't quite gotten used to all the Magitech thingy-majigs yet. Two kids had arrived before him—one well dressed and the other dressed as if they’d just gotten out of bed. All troubled kids no doubt. Jarvis paused to observe the pair through half-lidded eyes for a moment. Then he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as slumped forward to join them.

Well…joining them wasn’t exactly the right word.

He found a comfy spot on the grassy field to lie down—head rested on interlaced fingers—and stare up at the clouds while they waited for the teacher to arrive. Jarvis was tempted to close his eyes, let the comfort of sleep take over his mind, but the fact that the program was being held outdoors suggested that there would be a physical activity coming up and he would need some level of alertness to pass. A real shame too. Jarvis had been hoping for a boring lecture that he could doze through. Then again, they could be watching him right now, assessing his performance, skills, and aptitude for the program…in which case, they’d find nothing of interest. Most of his struggle to get into the program was just proving he wasn’t some sort of bloodsucking monster aiming to drink the other ‘agents’ dry upon his return to the field—hence the bloody collar.

Another tired-looking kid came out of the brushes, causing Jarvis to briefly peek over, watching the boy's awkward attempt at interaction for a bit, before his red eyes returned to the sky.

One cloud...two cloud...Jarvis yawned again, but, unlike Dani, he didn't even bother to cover his mouth. A quick nap couldn't hurt right? He could hear the sun laughing at him. Oh, how he hated the sun.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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

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Mentions: Prizzy Kriyze Merciless Medic

The day had finally came.

Oh, Adrian was excited. He had long moved passed his mistakes, at least mentally. Of course, he had residual guilt, but he didn't allow that to weigh him down. This was a whole new opportunity. A whole new world. For the last few months, all that ran through his mind was getting back out into the field. He thought it through, you see. He was going to be surrounded by a bunch of broken people just like himself. He almost always stood out as an Autonomous Weapon among his other groups. But now? Especially after seeing the types of weird-o's in the Beta Test, he was sure he would be surrounded by interesting people.

By 0715, Adrian had left his dorm and went to acquire breakfast at a local Café. He had received the same text they all did. It's bland nature didn't dissuade him. Cyrus, one of the most famous Weapons out there was overseeing this. Thinking about it, Adrian hadn't ever heard his voice. Cyrus didn't do much in terms of public events. Lord Death did most of that. Adrian was curious as to the Death Scythe--a goal he had for himself, eventually--but also just what his peers would be like.

Maybe even some greater challenges than before. Piss poor attitudes? Probably. Dangerous abilities? Highly likely. Trust issues galore. These things shouldn't have excited Adrian, but they did. It was such a break from the mundanity he experienced as an Agent before. He could reflect back on all the whiny Meisters he ever beat, complaining about fighting a guy with a Weapon form. Meisters were supposed to train and hone their bodies to be Weapons, too, in a metaphorical sense. It wasn't Adrian's fault he had an advantage. Not to mention their demands to fight with a Weapon of their own, but how would that two versus one ever be fair?

Oh, the humor of thinking anything was "fair" made Adrian chuckle between bites of his toast and sunny side eggs. Fairness was a joke. Besides, Adrian had fought plenty of One-Star duos to a standstill, so two-on-one was about as fair as it got. Not that he hadn't been put in his place. He had. A few times. Just often by people that outranked him. Those wonderful, yet berating conversations about how a duo will always out scale an Autonomous Weapon. Perhaps they did. But that just meant Adrian had to fight that much harder.

If his therapist had privy to these thoughts, they might just consider it a problem. But, thing was, Adrian took to heart the fact he hurt someone. Certainly he was excited for the new freaks he would get to meet, the new powers he would see, the new fights and arguments and struggles. Perhaps he was right where belonged. On the flipside of that coin was knowing that these were the people he had to become a team with. He couldn't fight it alone. In his year prior to the program, he had met and mentored under multiple Autonomous Weapons, one a Stationary Type like himself. He couldn't deny that for all the utility they provided, they often still lacked in raw power. They fulfilled a different niche in teams. The problem with Adrian is he clung to the role he started out as, but had to go through a metamorphosis into a new one. He had to find ways to use his unique assets to help these people. And, perhaps, pick a few fights in the interim.

The biggest difference between him now and two years prior is his mindset for missions. He had no idea what they were going to do. A bunch of people that hadn't been in the field for years? Powerful still? Probably. Rusty? Likely as much as a beat up box car in a redneck junkyard. Not to mention, were they going to become some type of Suicide Squad for the DWMA? Expendable? He doubted it--Lord Death was adamant about redeeming them. Seemed pointless to pour all of this money and effort into doing so just to toss them aside. Regardless, he had to take his missions serious. He had to stop trying to prove that he could match the people he couldn't. He had to forfeit his hero complex.

As if he ever thought himself a hero.

He finished his breakfast and made his way to Lot C. He knew where it was. He had scoped it out earlier that week. A blank fucking field. He hoped perhaps they would set something up for them or something akin to that, but what? They had obstacle courses and more advanced training fields elsewhere. Lot C was hardly special--it was identical to the others around it. Cyrus probably had the pull to get whatever the Hell he wanted if he wanted something flashy. Adrian anticipated this being a giant icebreaker.

Question was, should he crack the ice gently or ram into it like the Titanic?

As he arrived at Lot C, seeing others, he decided perhaps he ought not sink the ship on the first day.

Adrian calmly--no, more accurately, restrained--approached the Lot seeing plenty of people had already arrived. Not a single face he fucking knew. Fantastic. At least each one of them had their own chance to bore him instead of walking in already disappointed. There were two together, perhaps a duo already, or dating maybe? Weird thought of a bunch of freaks dating. Then again, Tinder at the DWMA was exactly that to begin with. He opted to ignore the weirder shit in front of him for the more normal looking fellow that at least tried a basic greeting. Let's start small. A tiny strike from the pickaxe to the ice.

"Seems like people either say nothing at all, or far too much," Adrian said aloud, walking up to the lot and approaching the only thing that even remotely resembled a cluster of people. "Then again, that's not exactly abnormal," he commented.

He then narrowed in on Zari and stretched out his hand for a shake. "Name's Adrian Hackney. Autonomous Weapon and now Fate Agent apparent. I suppose we should exchange greetings," he said, greeting the individual in front of him and from what he could tell the first to offer his name.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C
​

Waking that morning, Nadia did not bother setting an alarm, she was a light sleeper and given to waking up at the same time every morning about like clockwork. 0900 hours was nothing and far removed as the morning light filtered through her apartment windows, having lived in the city for several years now she had a place near the DWMA grounds that seemed rather well furnished if not old in its design. Looking at her digital clock that stood out from the room the time said 6:05 AM that left plenty of time and she wasn't one to just lay beneath her blanket and sheet for time to pass by.

Heading for her washroom at once she emerges a few minutes later with a towel, changing into her normal attire in a hurry and taking all the equipment she normally would, a sort of pinstriped top with a black skirt, leg holsters with tactical straps, leggings, boots and fingerless gloves and oddest of them all a maid head ribbon. Starting her morning off with a shot of Vodka, she then makes a breakfast of what looked to be pancakes and sausage with a serving of black tea. Reflecting on her current situation, Nadia takes her time eating and turns on her record player for a few minutes before deciding it's best to get a move on. Making her bed and doing some minor cleaning, she still had a couple hours before she was needed at the meeting, and she would use this time by walking around Death City and the DWMA Campus.

Lot C wasn't too difficult to find during this morning walk as she passed by in advance but did not stay around, she needed time to think and to process her thoughts as she allowed her feet to take her wherever they went. Why could they not understand it? She was right and they were wrong for trying to assign her with someone like Klaus to control her. She was sure that was why they put him with her. And the gall of that man to try dismissing her so casually after having failed them for so long.

Gritting her teeth, a little at that, she wasn't sure how she felt on attacking him. It was both out of hand and well deserved. She did feel bad about using soul force on him, but he had stepped where he should not have, he had been annoying her for a long time. They took that and her view of strength to be problematic, restrained her and then recommended her for F.A.T.E., and given the refusal to put her on another team she had little choice but to do so.

Of course, one could say she could always just leave or quit, but for Nadia that was not an option. The DWMA has been one of the few anchors she could find and one that made use of her skills and even her blood, so to speak. What would she do after this? What could she do? No, it was better to stay and see if she could find a way forward or to prove the worth of her own ideals... While everyone had been hit by the dreaded Virus, the existence of most of those here was a comfortable one, they did not understand what those days were like that turned into months and years, they had never been crammed into a ship and sent across the Sea and most of them had answers about their families. She did not expect them to understand, nor did she want to see others walking her path that were unable to endure it. Squashing her thoughts at this point she decided to head back to Lot C, it was getting close to 9 AM and it would be good to arrive early, to see what else there was to see.

Arriving soon after, Nadia found several others had the same idea, one that was obviously not a human with the ears and tail of a wolf, a man was laying on the grass, she assumed he was a bloodsucker, judging by his features and a few others that had control collars. She felt the urge to judge those but stifles it, they all were here be it by will or request and she had seriously harmed her ex-partner for now, till she seen them in action or learned more there was no point in picking fights or dismissing them all out of hand as dangerous or worthless. Besides, something more dangerous may be worth of her own skills at last.

Speaking up in Russian accented English the woman nods her head lightly and picks a spot separated from the rest but still within range of conversation. "Good morning. We all are here for the F.A.T.E. class I assume?" Reaching into the left pocket of her pinstriped top, Nadia pulls out an ornate looking stopwatch that was Magitech powdered with DWMA markings seen behind slender fingers as she checks the time before looking back up at those present, her vision lingering briefly on those she took notice of, the two that were suspected or confirmed to not be human and those with collars on.

Reaching out with Soul Perception she studies each of those present, finding a few oddities as she did so. This was going to be one hell of a year she felt.

Interactions: Indirectly all present.
Mentions: Various

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Xander & Noah ​

The buzzing of an alarm awoke an interesting inhabitant of the small unit. A sizeable mass scurried around underneath the many blankets layers upon the mostly normal bed. After a few moments a feline head poked out from under Mass of covers looking around for a few seconds tired and quizzical before more of the animal emerged revealing its form to be that of a shrink down snow leopard. A very strange sight to behold especially since it seemed to be the only entity in the apartment room. The cat stretched out with a meow and then knocked the alarm off the short dresser table not enough to damage the device but to stop the noise it was making. The small snow leopard then jumped off the bed trotting through a large cat flap into the main living room. Jumping onto the small counter top there was already food there an opened can of tuna that seemed to have been sitting there for some time not that it matter to the cat leopard whom ate it swiftly. Before dashing out of the apartment and building as a whole the cat darting swiftly between the feet of people in its way towards its goal that being the school and lot C to be more specific darting up the huge stair case the animal hadn’t run out of energy just yet despite the vast distance the animal had travelled as it skidded to a stop in the middle of lot C.

Sniffing the air then cat leopard tail flicked around behind it as it’s attention turned to one of the other people here, a rather disappointed looking male dealing with an over excited girl that smelled of dog.

As soon as the tiny snow leopard came into view, Noah squinted at it, completely distracted from whoever could possibly be talking to him. No, now he wanted to know who let the cat wander around Death City like it owned the place. This was a place for humanoids, not errant felines. "What the-?" He audibly mumbled to himself.

"Hey, get lost, cat. Shouldn't ya be in the arctic or something?" He walked up to it, leaning over the cat with a very disappointed look, as if a child entered a room they shouldn't. "Didja hear me?"

The tiny slow leopard looked up at Noah making a loud purring noise as it would boop the man on the snoot tail flicking around to strike him gently as if Noah had insulted the cat by his mere presence as the cat paced around for a moment and stretching. “You know, bit rude” the small snow leopard said casually before a sudden puff of glowing smoke engulfed the animal and rising from the smoke, was a tall humanoid with a long fluffy leopard tail, the same feline ears perched upon their snow white hair. Half opened white shirt long with a big fluffy collared black jacket and a cheeky smile upon his face. “Anyway names Xander nice to meet you” they’d say with a cheerful tone leaning down to look at them as he’d done when Xander was in cat form.

Noah was not one bit enjoying how nonchalant this cat was being and he flinched away from the tail smacking him in the nose. He was glad he didn't have allergies. But when the cat spoke, that's when Noah knew he fucked up. His eyes widened as the smoke cleared and he realized how absolutely idiotic he was. Of course it was a Monster Cat! Not to mention a tall one who completely turned the table on their little encounter.

Realizing Noah did a stupid, he narrowed his eyes at the cat man. He almost felt compelled to say his name back, but he refused. "I'd have more pleasure talking to an alligator." He crossed his arms and looked away, not liking that he was being so easily bested by a cat thing of all creatures. Noah was about to step away, step back into the little crowd of people forming as he just embarrassed himself, but something told him it wouldn't be that simple.

Xander grinned cheerfully at the man's reaction. It was so funny, he really expected it to just be a regular cat didn’t he? Oh well Xander moved himself back into Noah’s view before ruffling the boy's hair gently long tail resting against them. “Aww really an alligator over me? Trust me i'm far more interesting than an alligator” Xander replied with a cheeky smirk on his face tilting Noah’s head up to look at him. “Now i'm sure you have a name or should I call you mister grumpy pants?” Xander asked jokingly.

Noah disliked how cheery Xander was. He had to take a year or two to get used to Sara's blatant cheeriness. However, as he turned away Xander cut him off and now that really fluffy tail was also in his way. He couldn't lie to himself, he really wanted to pet it. But he was transfixed on Xander's eyes. They looked through him it seemed, and that frustrated him. "Fuck off, cat." Noah tried getting past him but the sudden hand tilting his head up to see Xander made him nervous.

He can't be serious… Was he…?

Sighing, Noah ripped his head from Xander's grasp with a defiant scowl and a quiet grumble. "It's Noah. Now, buzz off." Noah tried to get past Xander one more time, hoping to hide from his embarrassment and wondering if everyone else got a kick out of that.

“Oh? Noah, a simple but nice name, see was it really that hard to talk to me” Xander smirked, allowing the boy to escape from his grasp all grumpy like frankly it was hilarious and adorable at the same time. “No need to tell me to fuck off really just rude” Xander shook his head “but ok ill let you go for now, nice outfit by the way suits you maybe try some heels tho make you look a bit taller” Xander added as he allowed Noah to pass him as he said that so far so amazingly great.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Collab
Zosar & Dani

Dani's entrance had been noted before she even set foot on the field. Though Zosar kept it on the low, he was paying her some attention. He'd glanced at her only once- and on the second time he looked Zosar had made a show of gasping.

"Oh shoot! Yo!" He called out to her. And then without a care in the world for her particularly displeased morning expression, with a calm yet pleased look, the meister began moving her way.

Been here since 6 sharp, and the first person that's here-- he froze for a step.

Somewhere nearby us.

Then kept moving. No need to give whoever had been hiding in the background outside of his range a reason to feel like he was singling them out.

And the first person that I sense is a Demon Weapon that keeps giving me the prickles. As since the pink haired young miss had entered his range, he'd been feeling nothing but a prickling sensation over both hands within his pockets.

It didn't help that whoever was nearby them and approaching, had added an invisible weight on each shoulder as Zosar moved.

Just like Becky he couldn't help but think. Are they both cases like hers was? questions for later. If he was lucky, maybe he'd learn through interacting.

With his thoughts tightly locked and his expression still calm and pleased to see another face, Zosar stopped short a decent distance from Dani, and said: "Yo, great morning right?" And before she could respond he added, "just fooling- no one likes being up bright an early on a Monday" he chuckled.

Which was when their hidden friend arrived on the scene.

Acting startled by the sudden appearance, Zosar flinched back. Not out of fear- not even out of surprise, but it was a calculated move that gave him an excuse to observe Zari's soul. Hearing his bashful greeting yet not immediately giving a response.

There were no traits he detected that told him of a Demon Weapon. He could feel the cold heat of his soul however and see the flames.

However the invisible weight on his shoulders did not ease off being near the tattooed Meister. If anything, Zari's presence only made Zosar more aware of the odd weight on his shoulders for some inexplicable reason.

He was convinced at that moment that both Zari and Dani had undergone the same MIBVI case as his once beloved friend Becky had. Or if not that...they'd gone through something similar.

These thoughts bounced around in Zosar's head for the span of five seconds before he finally chuckled, albeit in a manner to make it clear he had taken no offense. "Hey to you too."

Dani’s tired gaze originally stared off to nowhere, still partly in that early morning trance with her brain still simply trying to process that it was conscious and had things to do. However, hearing the auditory cue of surprise followed by a greeting, her icy blue eyes drifted slowly in the direction of the owner.

Of course, the person who got here before her was a social butterfly. She stared at him a moment, acknowledging the greeting with a subtle nod. Though at least some of his words caused a brow to raise.

His comment regarding what a great morning it was earned a light scoff from the girl, a clear indicator of how she felt about the morning. Though before any retort could be made, he followed up and clarified that he was just kidding. Dani didn’t appear all too amused, though she only seemed a tad more irked than a few moments ago.

”Better morning if I was in bed,” She replied tersely.

She surmised that the guy was trying to break the ice, so to speak. Though, Dani wasn’t a skilled practitioner of small-talk. Typically, she said what was on her mind. No more, no less. Perhaps he wanted to know his new—coworkers? Peers? Regardless, this was hardly a normal class, and Dani wasn’t sure at all what to expect of this sect of varying delinquents.

Hearing some steps and noting the man’s reaction, Dani turned to glance at the newcomer. Blonde, awkward, and tattooed all over. She tilted her head a bit, slightly puzzled as to why his face seemed so strained just saying a greeting and raising his arm. It seemed even the timid ones were social. So much for brooding silently until her brain fully awoke and they got to doing—whatever it was they were going to do today…

”...Hey.” Her greeting was just as curt and dry as with Zosar, signifying a minimal acknowledgement.

“So…” he clapped softly, noticing the peril of the dreaded awkward silence creeping near “what can I call--”

But Zosar never really got to finish. Though he did notice someone inhuman laying down on the ground a short distance away, it was the approach of two souls coming directly at him and the voice that followed which cut his response to his peers short.

”Hey, you okay?”​

“Huh?”

The question threw him off what he was about to ask the pink haired Weapon and blonde tattooed dapper gent. And instead gave freedom for: “Are you hurt anywhere? If you're hurt, why don't you go to the infirmary?”

She circled and inquired, like a shark on its next meal. All while her friend, the Weapon he noted, tried to no avail to rein her in.

And that’s when two more new faces entered the fray. There was the clear Russian, and then there was Adrian who’d just introduced himself to the tattooed fellow.


“Well, I was going to ask about names but I guess that point is moot now, isn’t it” he said with his eyes over on Dani before turning to look at Sara.

Meanwhile Dani watched the situation unfold with a few more arrivals. Most notably was a canine-esque girl that was acting more like a shark with the black and white haired boy. She seemed genuinely concerned, which was curious. It was weird, but the other's boy's question was enough to garner some attention.

Dani’s gaze turned to the boy who took up a post next to her and posed the question to those present. She merely gave a light shrug, not knowing or really caring if the organizers were yet to arrive or simply watching for a bit.

”Dani,” She stated rather simply in response to Zosar's quest for names. It seemed most of the class was going to be on the livelier side going by this.

Collabers: EmperorsChosen

Mentions: Prizzy Kriyze Sir Les Paul (Adrian) Merciless Medic (Sara & Noah) QuirkyAngel

 

[Mqueserasera]

PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
Mentions: everyone
Interaction: Adrian ( Sir Les Paul ), Zari ( Prizzy Kriyze )​

Ping!

The mechanical ring pulled Prudence out of idleness. It didn’t come as a surprise, nor was she startled. She had been watching closely, her eyes affixed, for perhaps fifteen minutes now, on the microwave’s turning knob. So she was there when the knob was close to the final tick, and was mindful when it rang the sound. During that quarter of an hour, few thoughts had crossed her mind other than the even, unchanging speed of the knob and the ticking of the clock. And now the only change in her as she moved from the straight-back kitchen chair was simple, like in a clockwork person, with a few gears and springs to dictate her movements. Her blank stare was now flooded with the simple meal. And simple it was, in fact, so simple, so everyday-like, it hardly registered to her mind what kind of food she had prepared. Only that it was unseasoned. Seasoning was a hassle. Ever since the number of people who would look forward to her cooking was down to one, she had not seen the need to buy new or use them. Salt, pepper, sugar… She couldn’t taste the difference anyway. She set her mind to the consumption of her breakfast.

It was still dark when Prudence left the apartment. But she chose not to head towards Lot C right away. There could be people being early. And that would mean spending hours in their presence. Something she would rather not. So instead she took a stroll—a long, steady, scheduled stroll that had worked its routes and twists and turns in the muscles of her body since long ago. Walking is a rather idle hobby. Some people fancy it a perfect time for deep thoughts and ponder, and in fact, it could be, as a conscious effort. But an idle walk is a walk full of distraction, of tiny little things that catch and pull and release your mind before you know it, like a world of lovers that just can’t quite settle. You can’t ever settle on one thought for long. But your mind, like your feet, just drifts and drifts along, in general an idle mood. Prudence loved strolling about. She loved filling her mind with inconsequential thoughts. She liked to drift. She hated to dwell. But chief of all, people never demanded from her any range of emotions when she walked. When she read, people could come along and ask if the story was engaging, or if the knowledge was interesting. She could sit alone, staring, and be asked what was on her mind. But walking is just moving your feet. People never asked her to state opinions on the matter of feet moving.

So for a while she walked around the city. But she knew at this pace she would complete her stroll long before the meeting hour. So at a sparsely trafficked corner behind a church, she picked an empty bench and produced a notebook from her pocket. Nearby, a homeless man’s snores colored the early morning. Contrary to what his sleeping sound suggested, he was a man of few words who never bothered Prudence, day or night. Needless to say, to Prudence, he was as good as a companion could be.

She looked over her notes once more. Cyrus. There seemed to be nothing of note about him. And so long as she could observe closely his rules and his expectations, there should be no trouble. But his reputation, on the other hand, was something she thought proper to devise a method of approach. There, in the note, below his name, was the word “admiration” underlined. A man of that stature should have gathered no small amount of respect from his colleagues and the people she would spend the coming months with in the FATE project. It seemed wise, then, to react to his name with a bit more enthusiasm than the way she usually reacted to… every name ever with a lukewarm attitude at best.

I should do well to memorize his general information, she thought.

For the others, she didn't know what to think. Her partnership with some of them seemed inevitable. But she wasn’t so confident that she would be able to get along with anyone there. Supposed that her façade was revealed on the very first day… No, she need not think deeply about it. She would do what she could, that’s all. And as for the rest, it would require more than she could ever offer anyway. So why even worry?

For the next hour or so, as though in a loop, she went over her note again and at intervals, vehemently denied any cause for anxiety from arising and slipping in her fortified resolution.

When there was only an hour left until the meeting, she started heading for Lot C. Her arrival was timed perfectly, so she had no need to be in a hurry.

Seven, eight—she counted as she went down the beaten road the pebbles her shoes accidentally kicked away. She memorized each one and kept a mental note of how they arched in the air, how far they rolled, how small they were. It was all to occupy her mind with something she didn’t mind losing later. The pebbles were just like that: inconsequential, meaningless, easily forgotten among thousands and thousands of others. She reached Lot C and saw ten or so pebbles like those, only this time humanoid.

They were standing, or lying, some in groups, some alone. Prudence considered her options. It’s easier to pretend to be friendly in a group than with only one person, at any rate. But the only cluster present— a vibrantly dressed girl, a fancy boy, one white-haired and one overly-excited dog-eared, looked like headache more than anything, so instead, she cautiously approached the edge of the group where a tattooed guy and another were having a conversation.

Smile now.

Prudence smiled. Or rather, her face transformed. A smile cracked from her lips and went just right, just enough. Not overdone nor lacking in any way. And it reached her eyes also, the result of tireless practice of years’ standing. It was almost a perfectly natural smile.

“Good morning,” she said, in a tone that sounded almost monotonous, but fortunately, her pleasantly executed smile had modified it to be something of a normal, possibly even enthusiastic, greeting. “I’m Prudence, Prudence Pontmercy. I’m not late, am I?” For the effect, she took her magitech watch out of her pocket to check the time, as if to assure herself that she was, in fact, not late.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Azariah "Zari" Vasher

One. Two. Three.

The time it took between Azariah's greeting and getting a response seemed endless. Did he misspeak again? Was he too forward? The anxious knot in his stomach ached and nearly overshadowed the cluster of new soul-sounds closing in on the lot. There was one animalistic one, scratching like claws on impenetrable concrete, followed closely by what sounded like a cut power cable in a pool of water. Their sounds uniquely matched each other, making them stand out from the compound cacophony of everyone's clashing wavelengths. Somewhere else close by another melody played, one more subdued. It was fainter, sickly, and alien in nature. Singular slow notes on an mbira, reminiscent of a lullaby. It didn't even feel human, but neither did the animalistic one. They were strange. New.

Finally a response came from the boy with the white and black hair. He seemed nice. For a second, Azariah's strained smile didn't feel so hard to keep up. He'd done it. He'd greeted someone new, all on his own. The blunt greeting from the pink-haired one didn't even faze him after that. This was good. He didn't have much time to reflect on it though, as more and more people kept appearing. The animalistic sound belonged to a girl with... animal ears? Zari's gaze lingered on her long, confused as to what exactly she was. He'd have stared longer, but the teenager with the sound of a lullaby and blood-red eyes was equally puzzling, slouching away in the grass. Live wire boy was an unassuming kid, currently engaged in conversation with a cat. A cat. A cat with an audible wavelength. A cat that certainly was no cat, and that sounded like New Year's Eve in Tokyo, what with the constant screeching of roman candles and rockets reverberating from his soul.

Similarly astounding, a would-be giantess came into the clearing. By far the tallest woman he'd ever seen strutted along in a kind of punk rock maid outfit, with eyes and hair of icy white. Her soul rang out to him like whipping northern winds, distant cannons, rhythmic marching. It was imposing, but not any more so than the next woman in line. A girl with golden hair and eyes instead, dressed plainly enough but with a storm of sound blasting out of her soul. Like throat singing that teetered on the brink of guttural roars. Quiet beating of a heart that was bound to become louder. It seemed to be a recurring theme, loudness and instability. Chaotic change. Zari did understand that. They were here because they were like him, more or less. It was bound to be a powerful experience.

But it didn't end there, either. In a surprising turn of events, someone was coming straight for him. Zari, who'd been stood stiff as a stick observing each of everyone entering the lot with eyes the size of saucers, turned to face a boy with the bluest hair as he introduced himself. Adrian's comment on everyone's demeanour passed him by. He didn't understand it, but it sounded vaguely condemning. That, plus the silent cries of pain and grinding of metal that emanated from his wavelength, really didn't make for a very approachable character. Still, that wasn't about to stop Azariah.

His strained smile returned at being greeted. "My name's Azariah. Vasher. Or well, Zari. Sometimes." His voice was still hoarse and shaky, and his sentences had an odd rhythm. Random pauses, short spurts of words. He apprehensively raised his hand to grab Adrian's.

"This is a horrible idea-" was all he managed to get out before their hands touched. His wavelength, unused to Adrian's, couldn't be perfectly contained like this. It began to drain the other boy's energy, and in that moment Azariah felt several bones in his hand snap.

In but a moment his left hand had drawn his knife halfway out of its sheath, while a single spark traveling up his right arm was all that showed his readiness to shatter Adrian's hand right back. His smile had all but disappeared and his tired eyes bore into Adrian's, but he couldn't detect a single other hint of aggression than the dull aching in his hand. Confused, Zari retracted his hand and took a step back, finding to his surprise that his bones were in fact whole. Quickly the feeling retreated, and Zari looked back up to Adrian and let his knife slide back into its sheath. "You... hurt." The stupefaction in his eyes were plain as day, but this state of being didn't get the chance to last either.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He was already in a state of bewilderment, but now a new sound invaded his ears. A hollow one. Stalwart. A mild breeze down abandoned corridors. He felt the adrenaline depositing into his blood, anxiety like cold claws digging into his sides. Slowly, oh so slowly, he minutely turned his head to see a monochrome girl approaching them. She wore her black hair in a braid, dressed in elaborate clothes, and walked towards them with practiced and precise confidence. The confusion in his gaze quickly changed to horror, and he could feel his tear ducts straining to react, but he did not cry and he did not act. Only stared as the woman who sounded so exactly like each of his many dead siblings came up to speak to them.

She was not, could not, and wasn't possibly related. Zari felt himself take the first deep breath in weeks as he focused solely on his sound mind training. This much feeling was bad. It wasn't safe. He needed to take it down several notches.

Take a deep breath. "Hi... Azariah. I'm... Azariah."

He clutched the hand that felt like it had shattered a few moments earlier, and nervously looked between the two.

He couldn't have imagined it'd be this scary.

Mentioned: Everyone, I hope. hmu if I missed someone. Interacted: Mqueserasera Sir Les Paul

 

[Phayne]

Location: Lot C. Mentions: Everyone at Lot C
Darkness lurked in every inch of every corner; shadowy curtains draped over an endless void of black that stretched out in each and every direction imaginable as the dark haired figure stood alone amidst the cold desolate space of pure isolation. Hands outstretched before him, this figure could just about distinguish the faint outline of his own hand, the man flexing his 5 digits slowly as if he were testing out a new body. Alien was what it was, as the man struggled to come to terms with this body of his; devoid of warmth yet still alive given the barely audible sound of a heartbeat that was slowly threatening to drive him insane with its rhythmic repetitiveness. Nothing felt right to this darkened soul as he returned his gaze forward, eyes straining as he swivelled around praying desperately for any glimmer of light to sparkle amidst the abyss. For any sign or hope that he was not trapped within an endless realm of nihility.

There was nothing.

The man would collapsed to the floor, shattered and broken as the damning realization struck him like a knife to the heart. Twisted. Accompanied only by the personification of solitude, the man would soon believe himself to be trapped in a hell of his own creation; a world of nothing. Head tucked into his raised knees, the man; now boy would begin to sway from side to side; rocking himself like a mother would rock their new born child, a desperate act as the remnants of his humanity clambered to whatever shred of comfort it could find.

Desperate. Alone. Lost.

Yet despite this hellish realm he was in, the boy still dared to raise his head once more that last morsel of hope edging him to take one final chance. Eyes glancing over; the boy would soon be shocked backwards as the ghoulish appearance of a bandaged entity stood before him; a devilish smile visible as the bandages draped across its body began to snake its way forward; cold wet fabric wrapping itself around the mans outstretched legs as this bandaged monstrosity began to pull the man into itself. The beast was insatiable as its mouth began to salivate; icy cold spittle showering the fear stricken boy as the abomination cackled in front of him, a blood curdling laughter that had easily drowned out the rhythmic beating of the boys heart as its piercing shrill caused the air around him to vibrate. Powerless the boy was against this entity born of darkness, a wet texture sliding up his back as the nightmare tasted its prey.


BEEP BEEP BEEP. Rang the alarm, Kasper's eyes shooting open as his right hand instinctively reached out for the device; slamming its off button with deadly precision as if he has mastered the art's of turning off the god forsaken device. Eyes fixated against the slow turning ceiling fan above, Kasper could only illicit a soft groan of annoyance. "Today of all days...." he muttered to himself, raising a forearm to his forehead as he felt the droplets of cold sweat against his skin. His back was damp as well as the cold sweat began to pool against his lower back. He hadn't had that dream for just over a year now, not since the fine tuning of his madness collar had finally been perfected. Had the device malfunctioned? he thought to himself as his other forearm reached for his neck, cold fingers grasping tightly against the collar fixed around his neck. Was it just a dream and nothing more?

The rest of the morning would follow Kasper's standard routine; a traditional British breakfast followed by a morning shower. The man standing before his bathroom mirror clad in nothing but his birthday suit and a partially damp towel draped over his left shoulder. Eyes staring straight into the mirror, Kasper got to work with meticulously brushing his teeth, the process almost robotic as if he had done the exact routine a million times before. Spending not a second more or less than he usually did as he spat the contents out into the sink; a trickle of blood intermixed against the whitish foam that whirl pooled its way down into the drain.

The next half an hour would be devoted to getting himself dressed and ready for the first day of being a F.A.T.E agent; Kasper deciding to dress up as he usually did prior to his dismissal for the DWMA. Kasper may have become something entirely different to who he was before but that didn't mean there were some things he would prefer to keep unchanged. Black and red plaid trousers accompanied by a red buttoned blazer over a white turtleneck that hid his collar. The finishing touch being his black rimmed glasses. It wasn't as if his vision was impaired, in fact it was a perfect 20/20 and the glasses itself were merely a gift from someone long since deceased. A former bookworm, it had been assumed that he needed the aid of reading glasses. Now it was a prized possession.

Reaching for his black satchel bag, Kasper was soon out the door and on his way to the DWMA; not once unaware of the eyes upon his back as he paid them little mind. Whatever thoughts lingered behind those gazes were of little to no significance to Kasper, trivial opinions that held little sway to the decisions that Kasper had made for himself. His descent into madness had come with the added publicity of his former meisters 'baggage'. Whilst she had not asked for it, when news broke of the 'Del Vrie's' heir losing her partner and the conditions surrounding said partner, it wasn't long before peoples opinions on the madness stricken Kasper begun to change. It didn't particularly help either that he had been stricken quite badly as the influence of his madness took quite a hold on him. Had it not been for the tireless efforts of Professor Davis and his team, Kasper may have completely succumbed to the darkness that has taken residence inside of him.

An instinctive reach for his collar followed as Kasper made his way towards the DWMA grounds; his free hand reaching into his pocket as he pulled out the parchment marking the directions to Lot C, which he would follow promptly, again ignoring the faint murmuring of others nearby. The audible disgust of two women nearby was not lost on Kasper. Unsurprisingly there was quite a bit of stigma; given the various reasons given for why an agent had to be dismissed and pulled off active duty and considering the reasons for some people, it was not all that shocking that a few of the other 'non-troubled' agents would have some reserve towards their re-admission as F.A.T.E agents.

Today was meant to be the day that they shed whatever title they were previously given. Disgraced Meister, dangerous weapon, defected agent, unpredictable monster, all of that was meant to go away. Yet even if the F.A.T.E agents were willing, it didn't mean that the others were just as willing to do the same. Actions would need to convince them, not words. Of course, it would have to be the correct actions....

Walking over to the two women, Kasper without hesitation stood before the two of them with a plastic expression plastered across his face as he broke the ice. "Excuse me" he spoke, the plastic smile never fading. "Would the two of you be able to be of use to me?" he inquired, drawing a confused expression from the duo. "I was wondering... since you have the time to be a pair of cynical snobs, wouldn't your presence here be put to better use in being useful to me instead? It's been a while since I was last here and I'd appreciate if if you sweethearts could point this lost little lamb in the right direction of Lot C?" he asked, pocketing the easy to read directions back where they came from. Not once did his smile fade as he spoke, despite the obvious annoyance beginning to form on both the women's faces as they struggled to formulate an adequate response beyond the desire to just slap the man in front of them.

There was still a bit of time before he had to make it there, so why not enjoy himself a bit before he 'turned up for work'. "How dare you!?" voiced the woman on the right as she folded her arms; her brow furrowed as she resisted the urge to strike Kasper. "Who do you think you're talking to like that?" came the second woman; though Kasper's left arm was raised quickly as he placed his index finger against her lips, essentially silencing her. "Two cynical snobs" replied Kasper, still with his smile as his focus honed in on the woman to his right. "Are you going to be useful or not?" he inquired again, though this time rhetorical as he lowered his left arm from the other girls mouth. "I simply assumed that since the pair of you were barking like stray animals, you had the time to be helpful. Instead, I find two dogs in heat; voicing their displeasure towards what is meant to be a celebratory day for the DWMA" Finished Kasper, reaching down for the parchment again.

"Forgive me for wasting your time, this parchment is more helpful then a pair of agents" voiced Kasper, turning and making his way towards Lot C, smirking as he overheard the complaints of both women.


It wasn't long before Kasper arrived at Lot C; the field of misfits that had already gathered before him. Eyes scanning the crowd for faces, Kasper merely smirked. This program was really full of troubled individuals.

He'd fit right in. ​

 

[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

Alarms were set. Tea was drunk. Showered and dried her hair last night. She even went to bed slightly early. She stacked the cards in her favor, yet here she was. Unable to sleep the entire night, so when the alarm went off she simply silenced it with a heavy sigh. Her nerves frayed with worry, an emotion she hated but knew she had to deal with now. No more relying on her old habits, she had to deal with the world as it was. No more shirking reality…. Even if it stung.

Adrasteia crawled out of bed and went to her small kitchen, grabbing a protein bar and biting the end of the wrapper, and tearing it off with her sharp teeth. A dumb and needless action, but a minuscule level of catharsis set in seeing her able to beat the wrapper. Little victories, Huh Doc….

As she went about getting dressed and fixing her hair into the long braid, fastening her two bells to it as she held the food in her mouth. She simply wore a red and blue flannel shirt with jeans, a light undershirt under the flannel. Some would say it was plain, but comfort was her goal. One more small victory. Deep breaths. Calm thoughts. Next was the knife she strapped to her ankle, then the watch provided to her wrist. Grabbing these items had her glance into her closet, seeing the one outfit together but in plastic, her old uniform she had redone with a personal touch. Despite the individuality it had that she might enjoy, the fact remained it was a reminder of every setback she had over the past almost four years. Samsen. Paean.

She broke eye contact with the clothing, severing the mental anguish as she no longer wanted to ruminate on the ill memories. She had been advised against that, and they were right. That, and her collar nullified the creeping feeling she felt from looking at the clothing, bringing her back to reality. She finished their protein bar and slipped on their shoes, pocketing her key before leaving and locking the door behind them. Small victories…

She had plenty of time, the alarms set for earlier than needed, she wandered around aimlessly to burn time. The best bet in her mind was to arrive just before the time, worried the more time she was there without direction she might get even more nervous. This was her last chance…. A chance she had to fight for against the doctors and their team. Just getting the text made her obsessively pour over the bland few words, making sure she understood it all even if it was simple. She prepped as best she could, and yet here she was without a lick of sleep. She was sure the lack of sleep would hit her later, but for now, she could function just fine. She needed to.

When the streets turned to dirt as she strayed into the lot, the weapon listened and walked around, hoping to not bump into anyone as they heard talking in the distance. No giant lizards better be a part of this orientation….

Upon coming closer she could see those interacting. A girl with animal ears… a guy with her…. Another guy with dark-brown hair was rather close with a tall guy with animal ears… and that one brown-haired guy was maybe with the girl with animal ears... then there was the girl with short black hair... blue-haired guy... white-haired girl...guy with short black hair.... a guy with black and white hair laying in the grass...a blonde woman..... Her eyes cast across them and the others, but only one thought could be cast in her mind. Why was there... just so many?

The weapon stared from afar, her yellow eyes almost trembling as anxiety spiked, her breathing hitched. Her time since her being last confined to her medical 'treatments' was mostly isolated, contact mostly being with the doctors, nurses, or therapists. It wasn't until outpatient care came around and she had a place to herself did she really encounter strangers again and with an almost new mind. Sure she eventually was able to talk normally to people again, but only one on one. An oversight clearly by her own hand, as she underestimated how intimidating a simple icebreaker was for a group. If her old self could see her she would laugh, the display of hesitation as she kept near a tree a distance away making one lacking presence.

....pathetic...

Her collar pushed down the small spike of madness, the weapon breaking out in a cold sweat as she kept to herself.

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[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

"The Maiden"​

Species Human​

Partner None​

Rank Fate Agent​

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Location Death City, Lot C​

Mission A-01 Meeting ​

Status Excited​

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Now this was a new sensation. The group finally started intermingling more. Adrian, however, was a man with an issue of tunnel vision and right this second he had himself set on Zari. Without warning or anticipation, when his hand was met by Zari's, he felt something he had not before. It was like a small part of his very soul--his wavelength--was being taken right from him. Not like suction, not like exhaustion. Not a pull, precisely. Almost like it was being used--without his consent, at that. One might think this would trigger the weapon, but did it didn't. It excited him. It confirmed his thoughts from earlier in the Café that this new group of people might just be the most interesting he had ever met.

The pleasant look on his face, despite the odd sensation created by the Meister in front of him, generated a wicked smile onto his face. A wide grin that seemed energetic and genuine. Perhaps not the reaction anyone, including the Meister, was expecting, but far from a negative one. Might even say his Wavelength and soul flared up, although not in an aggressive way. It was like an awakening. He looked down at his outstretched hand while Zari was introducing himself and checked to see if there was any visual reflection of the sensation he felt, but there was none. Although it did fade.

Then Zari said it. 'You hurt.' Adrian chuckled.

"Yes, I hurt. You could say it's my specialty," he replied. His voice was a little less retrained than in his initial introduction. It was hard to hide the excitement.

"My Wavelength can amplify or negate pain to the extremes.. but it hasn't done so without my control in years. I believe that was on you," he explained, both giving some insight to his ability and to just how Zari felt said pain.

Then Adrian stepped back, a few steps actually. He ignored the knife drawn by the Meister and the dialogue of the others. He was still quite focused. He outstretched his opposite hand to the side, making sure it was pointing in the direction of no one. Then from the palm of his hand transformed in his bright red light a long spike, roughly two and a half feet long, demonstrating his partial weapon transformation.

"I typically use it to make these hurt far more, or enhance my strikes. It's quite odd you felt it; I would imagine your hand feels like it was stuck between a rock and real hard place, he went on to say after his demonstration of transformation. "You hide it well, unless whatever occurred lessened the pain. I do have to admit, this is all absolutely fascinating. I am beyond excited to see what the others can do, too."

But then, it struck him that his pure focus on Zari was at least a little rude.

"We do still have a little time," Adrian replied to Prudence. "Although, checking your watch right after asking does seem to defeat the point. However..." Adrian trailed on, "...you do seem quite cute, so I suppose that could be forgiven."

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Thaddeus Thales​

"Gauss"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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

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BZZZT. BZZZT. BZZZT.

Gauss was awoken by the relatively silent vibration of the watch on his hand. He wasn't much for alarms, that and he found them rude when he had company. The "silent" alarms on their watches made for a reliable method around this. And, of course, he woke up early. 0615, to be precise. He had a tendency to set alarms in fifteen minute increments as opposed to right on an hour. An odd quirk he had picked up. Still, he was tired. While he expected most others to want a night full of sleep, he had far too much energy and perhaps even a touch of anxiety he would admit for their meeting on the morrow.

Gauss shuffled slightly under the covers, first kicking out his feet to adjust to the cooler morning air. Not that Nevada was particularly cool in the first place. Then looked over to the side and saw Natasha. She was pretty. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Slim figure. A little slimmer than his normal type, but she was a Weapon and didn't quite get the same workout Meisters did. Still, she was perfectly suitable, and had helped support him through his transition to the F.A.T.E. Program. She was reliable. When his therapist told him to cut connections to the previous frivolities in his life and confront the damages they caused, she was forgiving and accepting. She was a special type of kind. Before Fate, this might not have been something Gauss valued much, but he did come to respect it. He was reluctant to indulge at first, but his therapist guided him through communication and eventually settled on a compromise. Natasha even visited his office.

Gauss was making real effort. Natasha was just as stubborn as she was kind.

Gauss slipped out of bed without waking her. A skill he had developed over the years and became quite good with. Nimble as a cat in and out of bed, one might say. His first morning venture was to her living room where he went through a short workout cycle to help wake him up. Stretches, squats, sit-ups, push-ups--nothing harsh, but definitely enough to flex his muscles and get his blood pumping. Granted, just a few hours ago, his blood couldn't have been pumping any harder, but we live in the moment, don't we?

Then awake. He felt it. No need for coffee or any chemical dependency. He changed into a pair of thin sweats and a tee shirt from his duffle bag--which honestly was a man's version of a slut bag--then packed his things and left, although not before locking up. From here, he spent a good half-hour or so on a morning jog. It was still early enough that it wasn't quite too hot, and the jog would give him plenty of time to reflect on what he had done and what he would do going forward. That, and he preferred to stay fit. Nothing that would expend too much energy, but far from enough to stagnate.

And, eventually, he made it home. Tossed his keys on the counter, bag to the side, then proceeded with a shave and shower. He washed the filth from the nighttime proclivities and morning workout off of himself all before making his own breakfast. Gauss had a thing for cooking. While he may not have been a five-star Michelin chef, he knew exactly what he wanted. Fresh herbs, some MSG, smoked salt, flesh black peppercorn, a specific type of toasted muffin, large free range eggs--the list could go on. It all added up to what would eventually become a few Egg's benedict with a perfected hollandaise sauce--one of his favorites. Also, quite personal. His father had the servants make these a few times a week at home and he was elated the first time Gauss was able to make them for him.

The good days...

...but better were to come.

Gauss had decided on a red faux-silk button down with black horn buttons, a durable pair of some type of black hybrid slacks, durable leather boots he tied up, and a thin, black pinstripe blazer with its sleeved rolled up to his elbows. It was a simple, yet sleek look. Somewhere between semi-formal and functional. Not to forget his other equipment, of course, but those were basically a given.

It wasn't long before he made it to Lot C. Only an idiot would get lost going there. And with a week's time to figure it out and the fact each one was on Maps apps on a phone, it would take an even bigger idiot to have no idea where they were going. Stupidity, however, never ceased to amaze Gauss. However, unlike the overachievers in his group, he was bent on not arriving too early. Sleep was important, deadlines were made for a reason, and he had better things to do than sit around just waiting.

By the time Gauss had arrived, it seemed a whole slew of people did, too. Was he the last one there? He had no idea. Staff didn't exactly inform them of who all was coming, but he was definitely sure some of these souls had wasted precious hours of their lives here despite knowing exactly when they needed to be there. Gauss had a rule. Never be more than fifteen minutes early or ten minutes late. Anything else felt like a waste of time.

Then came a second issue. So many people in front of him--none of which he knew. Well, that wasn't true. A few faces were familiar. Zosar had a reputation given he was rooted out as a spy. Kasper was someone he had brief encounters with in the past, but never interacted with. Jarvis was a Bloodsucker--those were rare. Adrian, an autonomous weapon. A tough opponent for most, but child's play for Gauss. What would a metal man do against the master of magnetism? Seemed like a real Ironman vs. Magneto situation. Which it was.

Gauss decided to default to his typical behavior. Find the most attractive woman in the group and make small talk. As he approached, that's precisely what he did. He scanned the entire field in front of him for just who precisely matched his taste best. A somewhat tough task given there were plenty to choose from, but he did have a specific flavor he found his personal favorite. He did ponder this being a Death-awful idea given he had no idea what to expect from others put into Fate, but he would never find out if he didn't try. And, if anything, he certainly intended on testing the waters.

Besides, he knew exactly who he wanted most in this moment.

As Gauss approached the group, so did his Wavelength. So did the atmosphere that surrounded him. His magnetism. The pull. It was debated if it ever had any real effect on people or if that was just him, but the presence itself was undeniable. If anything were true about his Wavelength, it's that it attracted attention as much as it did metal. But his actions this second weren't based on at type of attraction. No... Gauss had a thing for fiery blonds and he found one.

"What ever could cause a face as fair as yours to clench so tightly about this group, miss?" Gauss said calmly, breaking the silence in the air around one Athena Kinsley.

 

[The Regal Rper]

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Zosar & Sara

Mismatched eyes focused from Dani, to this new acquaintance. Zosar found himself considering the idea of ignoring the questions she’d just asked. Pretending that he had misheard her and instead focusing on the other new arrivals.

The Russian female that had arrived for example had a unique feeling to it, and there was one soul here, one that was approaching that he felt was familiar.

The fact he could still feel different sensations from both Dani and Zari was certainly something still on his mind. There was a lot going on. But…

From how she’s circling me with those eyes…ignoring her would be rude.

“I’m sorry what?” and he was already watching her with a sense of caution. What was it about Werewolves and circling people? “I’m not bleeding, not sure what you’re talking about.” He replied with as much confusion as he felt.

It took just a second of staring at her, and he already knew what she was. Given his own experience with the few werewolves they had had from the Tribe of Leto originating in Brazil, recognizing the soul of a werewolf wasn’t hard.

The sheer jostling of her energy however, was something that told him she was a lively one. Yet none of this really answered his question. Why had she asked if he was injured? Why blood? Was it some kind of soul perception or was she smelling something else?

Sara, on the other hand, had just noticed Zosar was mildly confused and maybe a little nervous from what she could smell. Maybe she was too forthcoming. Sara realized she should start over, stopping herself from circling him and wagging her tail as she looked up at him with a cheery smile and her hands behind her back. “Hiya, I’m Sara! I’m the resident pocky-loving werewolf. My partner who’s all broody and depresso espresso is Noah-” That’s when she realized what was going on with Noah, stifling a giggle and ignoring his silent pleas for help considering he put himself in that situation with the Monster Cat.

He almost narrowed his eyes when she switched topics. Almost. But the fact she seemed to have realized how odd this whole scenario was, was enough to let him let it slide. “Zosar.” He nodded to her, looking over at said partner and the interaction between him and the Monster Cat before looking back at her.

“So you want to tell me what that whole thing was earlier?”

Sara blinked her eyes rapidly, registering what she practically ignored earlier. She gave the young man a sheepish smile, her ears pinned sideways again out of nervousness. “Ah, right, that. My bad. I have an olfactory soul sense. I can smell souls, basically. Your’s smell sweet and spicy, like peppy flowers. I-....” She stalled and looked a little upset. He cocked a brow. “I don’t normally smell blood. I mean, it’s not a bad smell, but the association of such kind of… Is a little alarming. But don’t worry too much about that.” She waved her hand at him nonchalantly to hopefully ease any worries. “You smell really nice regardless. Really strong too, I can tell you’re an amazing Meister.”

Sara watched him closely as she explained, gauging his reaction to how she explained his soul. She didn’t want to put him on the wrong foot with her, considering everyone here had some form of trust issue or just issues in general. It was her goal to be everyone’s friend, no matter what. Even if they may hurt her. And she was going to start with the one who interested her the most.

“Blood huh?” His tone curious.Certainly an interesting skill he noted. The idea that his or any soul had different layers of scent to it was interesting but what had really stuck out to him was how she said it smelled of blood.

Zosar merely smiled at her, showing all his teeth as he did so. With the werewolves of Leto it was better to show your teeth when you smiled. It was their way of perceiving you weren’t faking. And while he had no idea which of the Werewolf tribes she was from, it was better not to take any chances. His grin turned into a chuckle, “Well that’s a pretty neat gift you have Sara, and thanks for the compliment haha.”

Not surprised it smells like blood considering the people I’ve killed before. “I assume you’re a Meister also then? Mind if I ask what it’s like having the ability to smell other souls?”

Sara grinned happily, her tail wagging faster at having been complimented. “D’aww, thanks.” For his question, she giggled a little, playing with the incapacitator collar around her neck absent-mindedly as it was starting to constrict a little. “Yup, I’m a Meister. It’s… Well, it takes some getting used to. You know how when you hear a crowd of people talking all at once and you have to concentrate and focus on the individual conversations around you, which takes some practice? That’s basically that, but with smell.” He hummed with an approving nod. “After a while, you just get used to all the layers and can pick out a person’s race, personality, and mood.”

Both brows rose at hearing she could pick out race also. Leaning forward he couldn’t help but ask, which made Sara giggle. “What do races smell like? That’s actually really cool!” He beamed, some hint of excitement in his voice. “Wait- smell me again, tell me what you pick up on--” his mouth froze before he could continue, hearing what he’d just said- ears turning slightly red. “Ah- haha, sorry.” He backed up and away. He’d only just realized how close he’d been getting after he’d said that last part. Learning new things about the supernatural had always been enticing. The fact he was talking to a Werewolf who could use Soul Aromas to detect things about people was phenomenal.

The embarrassment however ebbed away with a smaller smile and chuckle on his part as his mind drifted to immediately trying to recruit her.

Only to recall that wasn’t really an option.

“Got a little intense there. Bit of a nerd when it comes to anything supernatural.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I don’t know what a physical barrier is anyway.” She reached up and patted him on the head. Despite how short she was, she liked patting people on the head, as it felt good for her to feel it when others did it to her. “As for you-....” She trailed off as she leaned towards him and sniffed him again, only to giggle. “Well, just as I thought. Humans smell like meat bags!” She exclaimed maybe a little too cheerily, her arms thrown up in the air as if to celebrate some unsaid accomplishment of him smelling like a bunch of meat.

“Meat bags?” he asked with some surprise. From what he saw off her soul there wasn’t any ill intent meant in the words but..meat bags? His brow cocked up in question.

Hearing his confusion was just all the more hilarious, making her giggle like mad, covering her mouth. She caught herself just in time to explain herself so she didn’t look like a ravenous human-eater. “It’s something my dad jokes about whenever he asks me what humans smell like. My dad’s brother is a butcher, but don’t worry, we are incredibly friendly with humans. That butcher is actually a human. Anyway, before I trail off again, I actually just smell a lot of meat, blood, and human pheromones, which the pheromones allow me to cue in what emotions you are feeling, it’s just that the soul sense makes it more intuitive and easier to pick up and interpret. Like right now, I smell you are excited, and you were nervous earlier because you embarrassed yourself, but shhhh, we won’t talk about that.” Sara’s voice also dropped several notches in volume, as if him being embarrassed about getting closer to her nose was some secret between them despite them being in the midst of a slowly growing crowd Sara hadn’t realized had grown during their interaction.

He had to snicker when she dropped her voice. This girl wasn’t too bad. Most of them so far weren’t. It seemed like his hunch had been right. In the end, a group of misfits were misfits. For now, it didn’t matter how he got in here. Skepticism said otherwise, but with how well things were going he decided to indulge in another question that was on his mind.

“Well, my ego thanks you.” he replied smoothly with a little bow, making her giggle with a little squeak. “Tell me though,” he said, straightening out, “your tribe sounds more familiar with humans than most of the ones I’m aware of. Werewolves in general as far as I know didn’t always have a good history with us y’know. From what I’m hearing though, yours definitely sounds different than the more known ones which keep their interactions with humans to a minimum- even if they are part of the Reformed Clans. Mind indulging me a bit about your culture?”

Sara’s tail wagged even faster (which even Sara thought was impossible), beaming up at him as he took interest in her culture and her people. As she explained however, it was clear how passionate she was about the progression and integration of her people among humans as she got more and more excited about it, the speed of which she talked, while still interpretable, became faster. She even bounced on the balls of her feet. Her arms also became animated as she started having confusing, yet comical arm gestures as she explained. Anytime she talked about something vast or the ‘other werewolves’, she spread her arms out, and anytime she talked about herself or her people, she gestured towards herself.

“Those are the stuck-up werewolves who are so in their tradition and past that they don’t know how to move on from it. They are also way too paranoid about preemptive attacks from humans, not that I should be talking, but I’m doing fairly well with my anxiety. Not all humans were as murderous towards us, although misunderstandings between our races don’t exactly help. Just embrace that there are other people out there to connect with and let them come into the pack and enjoy the splendors of us silly werewolf-folk. Werewolves, yes, had a rough patch with humans and vice-versa. We haven’t forgotten about that and most of us feel pretty bad. But that’s all in the past. If we let the past bother us instead of taking what happened back then and applying it to our lives now, we’ll be a backwards society filled with worse biases than what we already have. We were given biomes by Maba because she trusted us integrating ourselves in society and putting our names beside those of and alongside humans without starting a racial war. Werewolves who don’t take that chance to reconnect with not only Witches, but humans and other Reformed Monster Clans as well, are just wussy fidos who can’t let go.”

Realizing she got rather passionate and even calling her own people a ‘curse word’ considering her people wanted to get away from being seen as just dog/human hybrids, she paused, her eyes wide. She sheepishly chuckled and scratched the back of her head, ears pinned backwards in nervousness and embarrassment from going on a tirade about her people that likely everybody else heard. “Hehe, sorry about that. I get a little upset when my own people don’t see the good in even partial integration. While I don’t see werewolves fully integrating themselves with humans and Witches in the near future, it’s a start and preconceived notions and implicit biases of such things, while we can’t fully get rid of them, shouldn’t really exist anyway and they should fall away in time. We’re past that and better now. Anyway, thank you for coming to my presentation.” Sara bowed, giving Zosar a cheeky smile to make up for talking his ear off.

Just as he was about to respond, Zosar paused. A soul he hadn’t been paying attention to had finally been noticed. The familiarity of it, the intensity behind it, and the particular emotion he felt from it all hit him at once. It turned his half open mouth into a minor smile of amusement.

Patting Sara on the shoulder, giving her his attention once more- he grinned at her. “Don’t apologize for being passionate about it. Your heart’s in the right place.” His grin growing wider. “I’d love to learn more some time when we get the chance- but I get the sense someone” he leaned over to her and made a gesture with his thumb in the blonde, gold eyed girl’s direction, “is pretty pissed off at me.” His voice a whisper. “Why don’t you go check up on that other guy over there, the one laying on the grass. Bloodsucker if what my senses are telling me is right.” He advised, even though with where they were standing, that Bloodsucker would take some maneuvering first. “He shouldn’t be too far from some trees. May want to make sure he’s not dozing off just in case.” He winked at her. “I’ll handle her.”

Sara’s eyes very slightly trailed to the blonde girl, careful to not look directly at her but using her soul smelling ability to sense her. She smelled mad. Very angry and frustrated. Other than that, she smelled a little sour and she curled her nose. “She doesn’t smell very good. But okay. If you need anything, I can help in a jiffy.” She said quietly, giving Zosar a beaming smile before turning her nose the Bloodsucker’s way, picking up on his scent through layers upon layers of other people. “Oh, by the way, Bloodsuckers smell like stale blood and old catacombs and crypts. It’s an… Interesting, musty smell.” Sara giggled before waving goodbye to Zosar. “Talk to you later!” She cheerily said before skipping her way towards the trees, tilting her head with her tail wagging at the sleepy Bloodsucker. They should honestly be getting here at night for the poor guy.

Watching her go with a wave of his own, Zosar didn’t bother turning his attention to whom he knew was Athena. Instead he called out to Dani in a manner that made certain the blonde girl herself could hear.

“Hey Dani! I think you got yourself a challenger there.” He gestured over to Athena behind him in as subtle a manner as he could, which by all intents, was meant to be obvious. “Rival for who can make the cutest grump this morning.” In particular referencing the glare Athena was clearly shooting him versus her groggy frowning scowl. The jovial smile he was wearing showed however that it was all in good humor, at least he hoped Dani understood that.

He knew Athena wouldn't, and he mouthed to Dani in an impish smile that said: 'Play along', the wink the icing. Of course it didn't really matter if Dani did play along or not- he was flexible.

So he glanced over his shoulder when he heard her very audible familiar scoff of derision and said: "Oh oh, c'mon mahn!" His eyes went over to Nadia. "Can you believe this miss?" He said over to her. Finger pointing the taller woman's direction with a flick of the wrist he added: "Lovely to meet you by the way- but hear me out. Little Miss Glare-n-Stare over there's giving me a dirty look. Athena," he said with just a small hint of genuine surprise at the actual hostility, "don't be like that! How else do I respond when the first thing you do when we haven't been together in months is shoot me an angry glare like I cheated you out of your wallet?"

Before he could say more someone in the crowd caught his attention. Multiple someone's. It paid to pay attention. In his case, it used to.

First: Zari. It was the shift in Zari's soul as Adrian demonstrated his Partial Transformation that drew Zosar to turn his head in the direction of Zari's spiritual surprise. The way Zari checked his hand told him that something had happened as his soul flames danced a nervous jig.

He cocked a brow, curious. It didn't do him any favors looking like he was easily distracted but in this case he was. The people here were all so different. Though in a field of misfits, it was what he had expected. "What's going on over there?" he asked Dani, uncertain if she'd at least been paying attention to the others nearby. The second he took that step forward- more people entered his range in a manner that brought more clarity than when they'd been further out.

The second made his hand itch. His eyes flicked over into that direction. Young woman with the bells in her hair. The nervous young woman with bells in her hair. On top of her, there was the tall fellow with glasses. Another Demon Weapon.

The meister didn't move a step further. He was aware with how distracted he was with all these people with all these signatures and chi, that he was going to be distracted. It didn't help that he felt he should probably cut his attempts at getting Athena to respond in at least a somewhat positive manner since that was likely going to be a trial of itself.

For a brief moment he considered approaching the Demon Weapon with bells in her braid, but then Prudence introduced herself- and his grin slowly vanished the second he felt her, then disappeared when his eyes landed on her soul.

"Huh" he said thoughtfully. He'd seen grief before, had lived it. Different people expressed it in different ways. Depression, chronic anguish, frustration emerged in souls differently- they were all things he'd seen in Jamaica, Spain, and other places he'd travelled to. Being an arms-for-hire was bound to have you be well acquainted with the dangers of being out on the field just as much as DWMA trained people here for it. It took just a few seconds of looking at Prudence's soul and he knew that she was still in that stage of anguish and suffering.

However he could also tell from how it looked, that it was a suffering that seemed to out bloom everything else. Even when she smiled...it made his silent expression turn...sour. Felt so forced.

A part of him wanted to know why. The logically experienced part told him he had no reason jumping in there and trying to pry answers out of a stranger he had no emotional bond too.

So he turned his back and instead let out a sigh, only to have another soul get his attention that made him shake his head as he sensed where this soul was going.

He looked up to see the interaction between Athena and the new guy with the soul that seemed to push and pull like the tides of the ocean. Like water, and he shrugged as Athena's attention shifted from him- to her. Though the anger she had directed at him, made her soul pieces that made up the bun, untangle and writhe from the rest of the bun like angry serpents. The intensity of her anger, washing over him since it was directed at him.

Power to you he thought as he watched the exchange. If anyone might be able to calm Miss Ego Queen down, maybe it would be him. Waiting for only after the guy was done talking before he spoke up again. "Hey, yeah, excuse me!" He called out, waving both their attention over. "Hey, yeah, sorry dude- I just wanted to say- Athena- still glad to see you." A snap and finger guns. "Just thought you should hear that. It's..." and he smiled genuinely, "good to see you. Even if you doubt it, it is good to see you again. Just wish it'd been under better circumstances." Then he was done.

He turned to Nadia who was a bit away and said "By the way, love your uniform!" Before he stashed both hands in his pockets after checking his wristwatch and said: "Wanna waltz with me while I go hit up the others? Better than staying solo out here. I'm thinking Bells over there could use some awkward banter to ease those nerves." He said at a nod in Adra's direction.

Though Zosar didn't wait long. He was already walking before Dani or Nadia had made a full decision, glancing over at Dani from his shoulder with a small smile before he turned and took a steady walk towards the other Demon Weapon.

Collabers: Merciless Medic

Mentions: Prizzy Kriyze Sir Les Paul (Adrian & Gauss) QuirkyAngel Phayne Mqueserasera

Interactions: Athena ( Britt-21 ), Adra ( Sybil ), Dani ( EmperorsChosen ), Nadia ( RedArmyShogun )

 

[Merciless Medic]

Noah Wiley​

Location: Lot C
Mentions: Xander, Zosar ( The Regal Rper )
Interactions: Adrasteia ( Sybil )

This was unbelievable.

First, he was rudely awakened at an odd hour of the morning by his partner (who he can't exactly be mad at), he was forced to endure Sara's constant need to revisit past memories that don't matter anymore, and he just had to yell at a cat that he thought was just a normal cat.

How embarrassing...

Still, he got away from it, Xander's friendly remarks and jabs making him grit his teeth in anger and frustration. What was even worse was that Xander was the type of cat-man to possibly be friends with his Meister. Yeah, he was being rude, he hadn't had the best start to his day with such mindless frivolities like reminiscing on the past.

He didn't know how to take the compliment to how he dressed, but the heels remark nearly made him spin in his spot and confront the damned cat. But no, he had to get away before he caused an even bigger ruckus. There was a growing group of people and he'd rather just not be in the middle of it. He decided to head towards the trees, wanting to get away from everyone that bothered him. That's when he noticed someone with purple hair nearby his hiding spot.

After getting a better look, he realized she looked.... Anxious. It reminded him of when Sara would have her anxiety fits. He hoped she was okay, feeling a little bad for her. Wanting to turn around what awful embarrassment he made himself out to be, he leaned against a tree nearby and spoke to her from a distance, his arms crossed but otherwise really relaxed.

"Ya wantin' to get away from it all or is it all just too much? I understand that. I left for the same reason." Ignoring that he just made a fool of himself, he looked lazily over at the lady. "Name's Noah, Staff Weapon. Might as well get names out of the way. If ya aren't too scared, ya can tell me yer name. If not, that's fine too." Noah shrugged.

He looked back over to the group. He can see why the ruckus was so terrifying. There was a giant of a woman, a man who nearly pulled out a knife on another (or maybe he did, he couldn't tell from this far away), and there were just so many people... The man Sara was chatting up earlier was coming this way also. His presence easy, he looked back at Adrasteia. "If it'd be better, ya can come with me. That way I won't be an embarrassment and ya have someone to cushion the anxiety of a group. We all are here for one thing 'r another. I think you'll fit well with us, despite how different we all are."

For once in the past week, he made an untrained, yet lop-sided smile to Adrasteia.

 

[Phayne]

Location: Lot C. Interacts: Sir Les Paul Britt-21 Mentions: Sybil Merciless Medic

Taking a breath and making sure that the turtleneck covered the collar he wore, Kasper began to enter Lot C, his left hand firmly across his black satchel bag and his right pocketed as he walked towards the other end of the anointed spot; crimson eyes scanning the various crop of arrivals that had already began to mingle with one another. Men, women and beastkin had gathered, further highlighting just how widespread this F.A.T.E program really was. Eyes continuing to study the others, Kasper continued his walk at a leisurely pace. There were several faces he recalled, though no one he particular remembers having a strong relationship with; though that was largely due to his former self being quite the hardcore introvert.

Had it not been for Rias, he'd have probably remained 'that weird kid' tucked away in the library with his attention absorbed into a book. Alas, she had been the one to partner him and in turn expand his world to more than what was simply found within the writings on a page. Though in hindsight, once could say she was the reason he had ended up in this predicament; a victim of the MIBVI. Regardless, it was all in the past now. That life was no longer an option for the Demon Gun.

Sighing at the momentary moment of nostalgia; Kasper turned to face the distant treeline; two figures easily distinguishable to the ranged weapon and presently engaged in conversation with one another, at least he assumed them to be. His eyesight may have been above par, but his hearing was most definitely human and that was more than enough for him to overhear the various ongoing conversations occurring within close proximity.

Kasper could not help but stop in his tracks ; his head raised skyward as he burst out in pure laughter. "Is that the best line you've got Thaddues?" questioned Kasper, remembering the meister from the brief encounters they had had in the past. Despite the magnetic allure of the man, Kasper never really did engage in proper conversation with him, keeping their exchanges brief, short and to the point. Much like he did with everyone else back in the day. Now things were quite different.

"I could have sworn I heard that same cheesy line in some old movie... or perhaps I read it in a book?... Regardless that was quite the effort you made there..." continued Kasper, stifling another laugh as he turned his head towards the pair; eyes fixed in their direction but appearing to look beyond them. A faint inkling of desire tingled within Kasper as his innate desire stirred. A desire to entertain himself.

Conflicting motives swirled within Kasper as he began to walk in their direction; his eyes fixed upon Thaddeus as he moved towards Athena; closing the distance quite quickly as he reached a hand out towards the blonde haired girl, hand pressed against either cheek with little care towards the danger he was putting himself in. Curiosity was said to kill the cat, fortunately he was neither a feline or curious.

He was simply bored, mischievous and slightly interested at stirring the pot.

Kasper leaned in closely as he held Athena's cheeks; uncaring as to whether she would strike him or if Thaddeus would intervene. Both would yield enough to warrant the risk involved in Kasper's actions. "Hmmm.. not bad... but not great either..." mumbled Kasper to himself as he studied her, before turning to face Thaddeus. "A for effort, F for execution." stated Kasper. the plastic smile returning to his face as he released his grasp on Athena, using the now free hand to point a 'gun' in the direction of the other man.

"Bang"
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[Sybil]

Adrasteia Chandrice

The moments of isolation Adrasteia had were numbered, the glance seen of a certain meister. What she wrote off as a simple one-time-glance was in actuality, not some one-time-glance. It also seemed now she diverted too much attention, not noticing the seeming weapon Noah from ending up close and talking to her. Her immediate reaction was one of spite for being surprised and some volatile comment, hell she could feel it in her jaws as they ached. To push off any negativity they feel by using spontaneity... but she knew better. If she just did what she always had done, she would not get any stronger. And she needed to get stronger.

"..........Adrasteia... Chain whip.." She let him continue as she glanced back to the group and then the man approaching her. The polite thing would be to not walk back with Noah just yet and wait for the one approaching. That is what she should do. She knew this, and that is why she didn't deflect their negative feelings on this person that was approaching. She looked back at Noah, sighing as her shoulders drooped slightly. "Maybe after I get another introduction, seems I am sought out..."

At least the first words I hear are not 'are you not that girl that beat their meister into a hospital'.... that is at least one good thing.'

coded by: s e v e n ​

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Interactions: The Regal Rper Merciless Medic​

 

[Merciless Medic]

Sara Middleton​

Locations: Lot C
Mentions: Everyone
Interactions: Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel )

Skipping her way to the Bloodsucker who smelled of not only stale blood and old catacombs and musty coffins, but also of warmth, a hint of sweetness, yet a heavy, cold fog that would be hard to see and move through if it manifested in a sort of miasma. A fog where one can hide, one can curl up in, one wouldn't have to care about anything outside of their own needs. The fog also smelled of loss, she was afraid something would be taken from her if she stayed within it. It was depressing smelling that. But it was something she had smelled from Noah before. Yet, this Bloodsucker was still sweet. His smell was so warm, she would feel drowsy if she weren't so full of energy. Besides stale blood and him being a weapon, she also smelled the very old, fading remnants of who he was before. Human. There were nary a pheromone to pick up on, so she had to work on using her eyes to see his emotions.

However, even smelling the hint of drowsiness from his soul made her completely calm down.

With calm swishing of her tail and a kind smile, Sara approached the Bloodsucker. "Hello. I'm Sara. What's your name? D'you mind if I sit beside you and relax? There's a lot of people here. It's a little overwhelming." She had a nervous giggle, bits of her anxiety cropping up once again.

With all these new smells, she had to go through everyone and see what everyone was doing before she can properly be herself again. It was all a bit much on her poor nose. Rubbing her nose, she sat near Jarvis, wanting to strike up some conversation while she multi-tasked and focused on what everybody else was doing.

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There was that beige one, the one who smelled like fire and a little like rotten eggs, pulling out a knife on an electric-blue haired fellow. But then it was calmed in a second. The blue-haired fellow even pulled out a partial weapon form, creating a spike to show off. He seemed rather competitive. He could be fun to go up against.

(Adrian)
This blue-haired and blue-eyed fellow showing off his spike, a Human Weapon smelling of spicy iron, his soul's scent electrifying her nostrils with his energetic nature. He also smelled like the calm autumn breeze, a scent she has grown to consider those who have it as strategic due to her times playing chess during autumn with her family. From this, she can tell he's aggressive, assertive, energetic, intelligent and strategic, as well as the iron likely a part of his weapon form as it smelled like his soul has metal plates plastered on. She felt like she wanted to issue a challenge just smelling him and see who was better. From his pheromones, she can determine he was showing off, a growing sense of pride about him.

Honestly, he was kind of cute. Almost as cute as Zosar.

(Azariah)
The one he was interacting with, the bleach blonde with beige eyes who pulled a knife on the weapon, smelled like a human with Madness. Rotten eggs mixed with the meat and human pheromones she's grown so accustomed to. He didn't smell as bad, but it was still something to curl her nose at. Around his neck, he had a collar similar to her's plus another one. He must also be rather twitchy if they gave him an incapacitator collar. He also smelled of a storm, of regret. His soul smelled liked that of a small fire, burning the area nearby. Their exchange that caused the beige one to pull out his knife, it smelled like burnt iron. The beige one not only smelled like this, but also smelled of blood. Now that she wasn't near Zosar, everyone's scents came to her clearly. He also was betrayed in some way. She didn't want to tell Zosar as it was likely something in his past, but blood meant betrayal. At least, the way this smelled of blood. Like that of the heart, dripping after being pierced by something metallic and sharp. Yet, even with all of that, even smelling what she considered was his trauma, she smelled something like honey from him. He was sweet. Yet, he also smelled like nostalgia of the kids she babysat. It made her maternal instincts flare suddenly, wanting to help him and give him a guide. From what she could tell, he had the mannerisms of a child, in both scent and from watching him interact with the Demon Weapon.

He was dangerous, yes, but he needed friends. She'll give him that soon.

(Xander)
Meanwhile, the Monster Cat Noah had a run-in with earlier smelled not only sweet, but also spicy. Like cinnamon sugar and flowers, specifically roses, which she attributed to romance and flirtation. He also smelled of chocolate. She didn't know fully why about that just yet. He also smelled of chemicals used in fireworks, as well as smelling like a cat. She can feel herself wanting to converse with the Monster Cat, but she wanted to wait just yet. The magical Snow Leopard was a definite on her friend's list.

(Nadia)
The giantess of a woman smelled of an iceberg. She smelled cold not only in personality, but it mingled with her human scent. She didn't know what that meant, as she'd never met a Jorguun or that with Ice Blood in person before. But within the sour chill of what Sara considered was her exterior, she smelled smoke, metal like steel and iron, peppy flowers, and a storm over salty water hitting against wet stones. She smelled of resolve from the wet stones, while there was an inner war of grief, regret, and a deep sadness from the storm and raging salty water that reminded her of tears. She was only cold because she didn't want to lose anyone... The smell of smoke and metal was something Sara rarely smelled from others, though it reminded her of her grandfather, who fought in a war. Maybe she was in a war, as well.

She also smelled of strength, something from the peppiness within the sweetness. She was a good friend to those around, even if she were harsh with them. That's at least what Sara could pick out from her scent. Maybe she should make friends with her, too. She would make a great training partner.

(Daniella)
Sara sensed the bubblegum pink-haired and azure-eyed woman's scent a little more now that she had taken a slight break. She smelled of a Human Weapon with a hint of rotten eggs. She also smelled of ice, not to the extent of the giantess, but just enough to give off a chill of her personality. The type of spicy she exuded was of a more habanero variety, as if she were aggressively blunt and foul-mouthed. It curled her nose a little, but there was an odd mixture of sweetness involved. Like she was mean but she was like so for a reason. She also smelled lost. Like Sara felt nearly lost trying to navigate and interpret her scent as it began to muddle with each other and became confusing. Still, she seemed like an alright gal, just a case of the grump like Noah based on possible trauma. She can smell salt and a possible storm held back at bay within her.

(Prudence)
Then, there was another woman who came by. She was monochrome and her smile seemed almost genuine if it weren't for the lack of happiness Sara couldn't pick out from the crowd. Her scent was so mild that it was difficult to pinpoint exactly from this far away what she smelled like. She can smell human, she can smell weapon, but she smelled mostly of nothing and chill air of the vast ozone layer and vacant stone. It felt lost, clinging on to the errant emotions and behavioral traits of those nearby her and assimilating it to her own soul. There was no emotion she can interpret from this far away, but others further from her (like Athena) were able to be picked up by Sara's super smeller, so why not this black-haired, grey-eyed woman? Her ears twitched and she can hear the woman introducing herself as Prudence Pontmercy.

If Soul Theory ever taught her anything, it was that the soul can change, it wasn't as non-mutable as a metaphysical substance as most people would like to think. It smelled like Prudence was capable of resonating with just about anyone for a given amount of time, but how long due to her listless apathy was not known from scent alone.

(Adrasteia)
Off in the trees nearby, Sara can smell something she was very familiar with. It caused her own anxiety to flare, so she had to take a deep breath, silencing her anxiety as she remembered where she was, what she was doing. As the Calm Mind practice took hold, she was able to focus. It was odd, how just smelling this purple-haired, yellow-eyed individual's scent caused her own anxiety to bubble up. Those who smelled like anxiety didn't have the same effect on her. She also smelled oddly of something not exactly foul but dangerous. Sara couldn't place what it was. She could take a guess and think acid or venom, but didn't know if either were correct. Still, she had a lot of resentment and she can smell something similar to blood, but didn't know what that was.

Either quite a few people here think they betrayed someone or they actually did, and it was starting to make Sara uneasy. Either way, Adrasteia's scent smelled sick, aside from the smell of Madness and the rough gravel.

(Athena)
Then, there was the pale blonde woman who Zosar pointed to earlier. She smelled mad. Sara can also smell a hint of sweetness that hit her first, but then as she delved into the layers of Athena, she can smell a lot of spice from her fiery nature (to the point it was starting to smell like habanero), gravel from her roughness, but also this odd sour note that the sweetness tried to cut, but failed. She only really smelled sour from people who were manipulative and did so for their own gains. Narcissism always smelled like a bad lemon. Granted, she didn't smell too much like a lemon due to her hinted sweetness, and the rising anger helped to cut some of that out. Along with her anger, Sara can smell a sudden slap of metal, so heavy and thick that Sara thought she was stuffing her face in a bunch of iron files or in a metal factory. Metal meant violence. Then a creeping fog in her scent, another fog to hide in, to keep away from the worries and woes of others nearby. It smelled like a lost place to keep away from people, very similarly to Noah's own scent.

Sara kind of felt bad for Athena.

(Thaddeus)
A new person came into the fray, as well, chatting up Zosar's old 'friend' while Zosar tried his best to annoy his old 'friend' by bringing in other people and making her look rather bad. Still, this new person smelled of human and copper. In fact, the copper didn't smell that bad, it smelled like she should come towards him and find out more about him. The brown-haired, brown-eyed individual who was talking up Athena also smelled of a lemon, yet it was cut out with some semblance of sweetness and spicy pepper. There were so many people who seemed competitive or fiery. Still, he didn't smell so bad, he was just one to watch out for.

(Kasper)
But then, the next person came by nearly made Sara want to vomit.

Rotten eggs, human weapon, a really, really bad lemon... These were just a few of the smells she could take in before wanting to turn off her olfactory sensory perception. After gathering her bearings, she managed to get what else he was. Besides smelling like a narcissistic lemon, he also smelled like spice, roses, yet of a storm hidden behind the rotten egg smell. He smelled traumatized if the outward Madness didn't already tell her, but she had this overwhelming sense to not trust anything this man said. He smelled of blood, but different from betrayal. She couldn't pick why or how, but it didn't smell good.

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After finally picking apart everyone's scents and relaxing a little, she turned to Jarvis with a happy smile. Despite him being a blatant Bloodsucker, she didn't hold anything against him for it. He had a deep sadness within him and she can probably imagine he wasn't born a Bloodsucker as he was Human beforehand. Still, how he came to be didn't matter. It took her a few minutes to gather everyone's scent and interpret everything before she can talk again. Though, her curling her nose and reeling her head back as she held her hand to her nose and mouth when she smelled Kasper's scent was visible if Jarvis ever chose to look at her at any point.

In any case, she focused on becoming Jarvis' friend. "So, how are you? I'm a little upset that they didn't do this closer to night. It would have not only been better on my partner, but easier for you, huh."

She hoped some empathy and sympathy towards his condition would help strike up a conversation, even if it was small talk.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C​

Watching the beehive of activity, it was then another had gotten her attention, commenting on her outfit and asking her to follow him with another girl, slightly amused by this. "My, my, so forward with some manners. Though I'm given to following no one, though with as jovial as you seem to be, me denying this request may send you down a flight of depression. And without even an exchange of names between us, let's see how far this takes you." She says with a bit of a smug expression to her face as she casted one final glance at all those around her, their conversations becoming too much and too far to keep track of, he and the wolf girl seemed to be the "social butterflies" of the group. Not that she minded, so long as they were not a hindrance.

The real funny ones could be like glue to a squad, the heart and soul, the peacemakers and even clowns. Or they could be a weakness, too kind, too weak, easy to bowl over, always in danger. For now, she would see which it was in this case, agreeing to follow him with the other girl, pink hair, ramshackle clothing, looked like she just crawled out of bed. She did, didn't she? Sloppy if so. Still only time would tell if that would matter or not, but it made her own dress stand out all the more. Would she be worth the effort of trying to help out with some sort of fashion tips or to argue with till she caved into wearing actual clothing?

Thinking on it some more she could recall a lingering rumor in the back of her mind about this younger fellow. Something others said in whispers, those too weak to stand up to others with use of words, the sorts that would laugh and hide like those gawking girls the other male had seemed to have run off that was making his way towards them all as they headed over to the golden eyed girl and her blonde hair. She seemed to dress in normal clothing at least. She knew instinctively that this situation would run downhill, she could feel it and smell it, just like a scavenger ambush. Zosar was attempting to talk to this woman as he seemingly had everyone else and whereas Nadia was amused by it this woman very much was not. Athena was her name, wasn't it? Seemed keen to deck Zosar once for pestering her, as volatile as she was violent.

However, the manner in which it happened and how quickly, that she did not predict. A smile forms as her icy blue eyes narrow in on the gold of the other as the other male got right into Athena's face, which did not seem to bother her too much. Then he got close and personal before touching her face and then made a casual remark calling her average and decrying Zosar's efforts to, what he seemed to think were to woo her. She felt just a bit angry at that display as an insult to all women and wasn't disappointed in Athena's actions, at least to start with.

Lashing out and screaming, the last bit caught her attention all the more. "You're a burden that needs to be taught a damn lesson!"

It was the action that took place afterwards that however turned her thoughts all the way around as the much too direct male was thrown at them, herself included with Dani and Zosar. Nadia reacted at once and automatically, pressing off of her right foot and taking a sharp angle with her body as she dodged to the inside of the attack. Shooting off like a sprinter leaving at bit of an indention in the grass she was just standing on, before the body even hit the ground, she was out of the way with a grin plastered on her face and a wild look to her icy blue eyes as she starts to intensify her wavelength heading for the other.

"Indeed, they are weak, but are you strong or just another sort of burden? Your emotions betray you." Nadia seemed to rather enjoy the potential of this situation.

Interactions: The Regal Rper EmperorsChosen Britt-21 Phayne

 

[Merciless Medic]

Sara Middleton​

Location: Lot C
Mentions: N/A
Interactions: Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel ), Athena, Kasper ( Phayne ), Thaddeus ( Sir Les Paul ), Zosar ( The Regal Rper ), Dani ( EmperorsChosen ), Nadia ( RedArmyShogun )

Sara's attention was sadly ripped from being Jarvis' friend as there was a sudden fight. Yelling from Athena ensued. Sara heard Zosar call her by name, and then the constant badgering to get under her nerves. The poor girl needed to take a break from everyone. It seemed like she was getting overwhelmed and overstimulated from all the taunting.

When the one that made her want to vomit got nearer to Athena, Sara turned off her olfactory soul perception. She can't have it on if she needed to jump into the fray. That was when the well-dressed man touched Athena's face. Athena yelled at him, and Sara watched as she kicked him, only to throw him towards Zosar, Dani, and Nadia as they were just about to leave towards where she can see Noah.

Sensing a possible fight about to break out, she looked to Jarvis apologetically. "Ah, I'm sorry about leaving so quickly, I have to make sure nobody hurts themselves. But we should hang out sometime later. Your soul smells like sleep and it's nice."

With that, she got up and, flaring her soul wavelength in her legs, she dashed forward, becoming nearly a blur as she left an indent in the ground as she stood between Nadia and Athena in a couple seconds. Her tail's hair was prickled up, her ears were darting to and fro to listen for where everyone was at, her body hunched as she bared her fangs with a wild, yet concentrated look on her face. Her voice dropped low with an edge of a growl, something Noah had darted his head towards as he can sense an impending fight and the possible need for him.

"Alright, that's enough. We can fight each other later if we are all gungho about it. It's too early for this, and we may not be at our best right now." She looked to Kasper with a disapproving glance. "Not cool, man." She then looked between Nadia and Athena, a smirk playing on her features. "While I don't mind if we have a fight to see whose strongest, I'd rather not accidentally put anyone in the hospital if my collar malfunctions. We should all calm ourselves before we get all riled up. We haven't had a mission or fought like this in a long while and those damned therapist sessions were probably too stuffy for us warriors, right?"

Sara breathed in deeply, her soul wavelength calming down as she stood up straighter, but the hairs on her tail were standing on end still. She was now incredibly anxious, watching for even the slightest of movements from everyone.

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Thaddeus Thales​

"Gauss"​

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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

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Mentions: Britt-21

There were two kinds of people in this world. The first were those like Sara. People that saw conflict and tried to quell it. People that saw this type of conflict as some type of inherently bad thing or problem. And, while her intentions might have been pure, her energetic reaction was far from so. She riled up her wavelength more than anyone there--the only one that debuted any ability before her was Adrian, and that seemed to just be as a minor demonstration. Still, her actions stemmed from the type of person she was.

But, then there were other types of people. People who saw these conflicts as fun. As opportunities. People who saw these interactions as entirely acceptable. Kasper did, after all, touch her first. He had it coming. Gauss was one of these kinds of people.

While Sara was still giving her lecture, Gauss had entirely different plans. He reached to his belt and released two ball bearings, then shifted his hands into the shape of finger guns just like Zosar did previously. Each metallic ball hovered in front of his fingertip and started spinning.

"Watch this," Gauss said, taking a step up closer to Athena from where she had thrown Kasper. He lifted his right hand, lowered his thumb, and zoom went the metal bearing through the air aimed right at Zosar, shot at a solid eighty feet per second or so. Not his top speed, but enough to definitely catch him off guard if he wasn't paying attention.

"Oh, and miss, as for what he said... Gauss said after he released the metal bearing. "It's a good thing his Meister has to aim him; I couldn't imagine his visit is the best if he saw you and saw something lacking," he added, not dropping his smooth talk for even a moment.

He then grinned. Mischievously. Wickedly, even. Gauss wasn't the little devil on your shoulder; he was the silver tongued serpent handing you the apple. In this case, he looked down to gesture to his remaining finger gun, still pointed at Zosar for the moment. "Take my hand and push down my thumb if you want to return fire, miss. He did shoot first," he said, suggesting she make this first move and indulge in a little gunplay herself. Kasper wasn't the only one that could shoot shots, and let's be honest, Gauss had a lot higher chances of landing this one. His devilish grin stayed on his face the whole time. The only thing missing was that cliché wink one might expect, but Gauss never took it that far. That would be... trying too hard.

As for what Sara said, it might as well have went in one ear and out the other. To him, flaring up her wavelength for attention was hardly any better for morale than Athena throwing Kasper. And, werewolf or not, she had on a metal collar. He wasn't afraid of her in the slightest. Her chancing of touching him were next to nil if he deemed it. Gauss was right where he wanted to be.

The question was--was Athena?

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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What the hell...

In a matter of minutes, it seemed, the small group grew exponentially with an increasing diversity of characters filling up the lot. A few Dani hardly took notice of, seemingly being loners or having other issues, and finding some corner to post up in. These people, like her, were attacked by the "butterflies". Though, it seemed even a fellow butterfly like Zosar wasn't safe. Her gaze lazily travelled to him, listening idly as he spoke with the excitable wolf girl, before drifting to her surroundings again. So many, so much talking.

This was a Monday morning, people.

Hearing Zosar call her name, Dani glanced over to him once again before following his gesture to the aforementioned "challenger". It was a blonde girl, and one who seemed to be eye-banging him, and not in a good way. Still, while Dani wasn't the most socially aware person, she knew two things. The first is that she didn't know who blondie was, and the second is that the death glare was clearly directed toward Zosar. So, she wasn't sure what he meant by a challenger until a few moments later.

"...Huh?"

It took her a good moment to process the statement. It wasn't angry or irked, more taken aback somewhat. She was even more puzzled when he urged her to "play along". Dani watched as he continued to tease her, still not entirely sure of what was going on.

"...She your ex, or something?" She questioned blatantly. Whatever this was, Dani didn't want to get involved in some drama like that.

Looking back over at the angry blonde girl, it seemed she was getting some male attention. One appeared to be chatting her up and the other—Well, the other looked like he was going to chat her up. Then, he went and grabbed her face and gave her an A for effort and an F for execution. This caused Dani's expression to flatten into a deadpan. She supposed it was only natural that other madness-affected people were here as well. She could tell that much from this one immediately. Nobody did that, unless this woman had some misfortunate history with half the people here.

What followed next made even Dani wince. Blondie was feisty, that much was for sure. Still, Dani couldn't say he didn't deserve it.

Turning once again to Zosar, he invited her and the giant girl to go mingle. Normally, this would've earned, at best, a curt declination from the pink-haired girl. However, considering the alternative of what was happening here...

However, then blondie threw the crazy dude at them. The wolf girl was quick to intervene; a peacekeeper it seemed. Meanwhile, Nadia just appeared annoyed at being put in the line of fire. Similarly, the human projectile caused Dani to shake whatever grogginess was remaining from the insanity of the situation and scurry back towards Zosar a bit and almost into the line of fire of—something that was sent their way. Where they throwing more things? Was this fucking grade school?

"...Oi... You fucking infants mind throwing your twink and other shit away from my GENERAL FUCKING DIRECTION!?" Dani growled out. Her soul flared slightly to signify the irritation in her. She breathed inward and exhaled a sharp huff, trying to keep her anger in check before she turned suddenly to head in the direction of where Zosar was headed; toward Noah and Adra. Or, really, just away from the explosive group. "Too fucking early for all this shit."

Interactions: The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul Britt-21
Mentions: Nadia, Kasper, Adra, Noah, Sara, @around