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PRUDENCE PONTMERCY
Location: DWMA - Lot C
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Interaction: Gauss ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul ), Kasper ( Phayne Phayne ), Athena ( Britt-21 Britt-21 ), Sara ( Merciless Medic Merciless Medic )

“Thanks…” Adrian’s compliment caught Prudence slightly off guard. In response, she attempted to widen her smile. The product was pathetic. She hadn’t quite mastered yet the art of exuding positive expressions on the fly. Though given sufficient preparation, she was confident that even a wider, more organic reaction could have been possible. But she had not that luxury, and instead was only able to maintain the same smile on her face for a few awkward seconds longer, then: “I’m a bit anxious, that’s all. Didn’t want to be late on our first day, you know.”

It pleased her then that the crowd around her had begun to disperse into smaller clusters of two or three. She was starting to feel the heat of gazes and, at intervals, intense attention, and worse, scrutiny. It was a dangerous period after all, the group barely knew each other. Heightened senses, sharpened edges should be within expectations. Secretly, from her there grew a sudden wish, born from bygone memories of her time as a DWMA student. Doubtful, anyone present could recall her from that time. During classes or around the campus, she had always been a shadow of Muriel. Rather, the shadow of her Meister’s shadow. She had hidden there, felt safe. Required nothing more than a calming presence. One that was healthy, was vibrant, was drawing all external energy to themselves and dealt with all tiresome things in her place. So much for being a Shield, she had been shielded from all worldly troubles by her own Meister instead. Now, there she was, naked of defense, subjected to all jabs and fear and hate and doubts without the shadow of someone else to lurk in. Thus was her secret wish, that for someone, anyone, somehow, anyhow, to draw and absorb the available attention in abundance to themselves, and, quite simply, leave her alone. And in fact, though she hadn’t a very clear picture of what the ideal scenario should be, she vaguely thought that if something embarrassing or devastating were to befall one of the people here, she should find herself quite lucky indeed.

And lucky she was. She jerked her head, though might not be as snappily as she would have wanted, at the direction of a forming ruckus, just right to see a person flying away from the noisy spot. She watched on, with the expression of an unimpressed audience. In an effort to display something more than a bystander’s sympathy, she mouthed an “oh” that was quite lacking in volume, but still marginally better than nothing. In the next few seconds of the sudden conflict, the blonde-haired aggressor was the subject of Prudence’s interest. With that kind of physical strength, she was no doubt a Meister. And with that kind of temper, a simple person. Prudence rather liked simple people: they don’t usually bother her much, and are simple to deal with too.

But now, another Meister, the dog-eared, overexcited, hyperactive in gestures and expression, jumped in for the rescue. Tail straightened, fangs bared, throat growled. Not the attributes one would normally assign a peacekeeper. But, it should be noted, her behaviors had drastically shifted the group disposition. Or so Prudence had judged. It was one thing to have a number of unusually aggressive, playful, and irresponsible Meisters and Weapons. If that was the case, she would need only to play along with the mood, nodding, agreeing, perhaps even joining in the making of snide comments and snarky remarks. But there had now appeared an overly altruistic person, who was willing, overly so, to make her case of peace and harmony and whatever. Prudence couldn’t risk being on the sideline anymore. Being too apathetic sometimes could backfire and gather attention to you. The evidence at hand being that bloodsucker boy, who instead of joining in the greeting, was sleeping away from the group, and inevitably invoked someone’s, Zosar was the name apparently, sympathy and caused them to patronize him with a friendly approach. She had to make herself involved sometimes, though not so much.

Prudence walked over to the boy on the ground, couldn’t quite shake off the rigidity in her movements yet, so she didn’t look to be in a lot of a hurry. But she had the appearance of someone who was just coming over to examine a toppled flower pot out of curiosity rather than urgent concern.

Facing the aggressor, who had now someone aiding her in the further punishment of the boy on the ground, Prudence stood, considering her options. Then she raised her left arm. In one fluid morphing movement, her arm from the elbow down turned into a round shield, dark and metallic looking. She threw a quick glance at the dog-eared one standing between her and the blonde, and then the blonde herself. “What she said. That’s more than enough, don’t you think?” She merely repeated the other person’s words, without adding anything of her own. Enough to give the idea that she had some opinion on the matters, without outdoing the most hyper person around. A nice balance, she should think. She turned slightly towards the boy on the ground, and again, without saying anything others hadn’t, she offered him her free hand. “You are still the one at fault, aren’t you? You should go and apologize.”

 
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Easy. Alright. Everything was fine. Adrian kept talking, patiently or unaware to the swell of emotions that Zari was going through at any given second. It felt kindly, accepting. He seemed to like to brag, but that didn't bother Zari. In fact, he was happy to have someone who wanted to keep talking to him. As Adrian continued to expose about his powers, Zari felt that unfamiliar sense of ease about smiling again, to the point where the scary void of sound emanating from Prudence almost faded from his mind. He watched on as he showed his partial weapon form, and he voiced a calm "Wow..." in response. Autonomous weapons were a new concept to him, but he had seen some of his former allies utilize partial transformation from time to time. He looked down to his hand at the mentioning of the pain wavelength, then held it up for Adrian to see. "I think my para-... my fiery wavelength amplifies it, actually. I felt two metacarpal shaft fractures. Index and middle." He pointed at the bones on his hand pedagogically, as if explaining to a child.

Morbid as it was, Azariah could tell his injuries from the pain by now. He looked back to Adrian who'd turned his attention to Prudence, and though it made him feel left out in that he was far too scared to speak to Prudence, it gave him a moment to look around. Indeed it seemed he hadn't registered on the radar of many of those who'd gathered around. Though it scratched at his loneliness, he couldn't help but feel it was a good thing. The only two he picked up on where the sublime glances from the one he'd gathered was called Zosar, and a sound like that of sniffing coming from the one referred to as Sara. Whether or not he liked it, not a single conversation in the lot evaded his ears.

Zosar seemed perceptive and cautious. He sure talked a lot, and that crackling of embers that resounded from his soul flared up ever so slightly now and again. Zari would do well to observe him, too. If he was looking to gather info, it'd be stupid not to do the same. Secondly, Sara. Her sound now that she'd reached the lot occasionally felt like a wet dog-nose directly sniffing in your ear. The sensation would have Zari shivering if his nerves weren't so deadened, but it still made him slightly uncomfortable. He wondered for a moment if she really could gather information through smell like she'd just told Zosar. Then, she was special like him? Azariah was interested at the prospect. Someone else to share in a unique form of soul sense with.

But then the fight broke out. Zari registered the conversation, and flicked his gaze over as Athena tossed Kasper aside in response to the sexual harassment. Her wavelength flared, beating heart turning into racing drums and throat singing turning to guttural screeches, but it quickly calmed down once her opponent was cast aside. It was met by another powerful wavelength though, as the giantess Nadia's sound turned from whining winds to a whole blizzard. Zari felt his own heart pick up a little speed at the prospect. His knuckles turned white and cracked as he flexed his hands to keep the excitement at bay. They didn't seem that serious about this fight in the first place, it was only school yard bullying. They were poking at each other's sides to see how they reacted. Even he knew well enough not to stoop into it, so long as his latent madness had no part in it. After all, it'd be so much fun to get into a fight here.

No, no, no. That's not okay.

Deep breath. Relax.

Then the... dog woman? dashed in between the two. Azariah followed her with his eyes. She wanted to nip this in the bud, but she exerted the most force out of all of them. Nervously he scratched his arm. A display of power might just rile them up further, and he really didn't want them to be fighting. How would he ever be able to learn to rein himself in like this? It was only slight, but he felt the fire in his soul grow a size as he kept from letting his blood boil. They were slowly sabotaging his prospects. He was here to learn restraint, and his contemporaries' first choice was fighting? He clenched his arm until it grew a couple shades paler, but kept from acting.

And the new one got on his nerves, too. Who was he - Thaddeus? Exploiting the situation. Riding on Athena's anger to build companionship. Sending an arrogant, half-assed attack towards Zosar. It was pathetic, half-hearted, only a facade to get something. His soul sounded like a Tesla. Electrical. Silent. Fake engine sound at low speeds to warn pedestrians. Fake. Annoying. Zari, for fuck's sake. Rein it in.

He rolled his head and stretched it to either side as Prudence left them to intervene in the situation. With a noticeable scowl and a hint of aggression in his voice he spoke, "They were only play-fighting." There was frustration in his enunciation, and he looked over to Adrian as he made a subtle gesture to the group that seemed to have calmed down somewhat. "Only Sara exerted real force, Thaddeus didn't fire with intent to hit." He lowered his head, as if ashamed that he'd spoken out at all.

"It's just theatre."

Another quiet presence settled into the lot, as a dark-haired girl entered silently amongst all the ruckus. Zari was worked up enough that he might've missed her, if it wasn't for the peaceful solace in the wind chimes that echoed from her soul. He swallowed the lump in his throat. If only the class would start, already. Clearly, these kids couldn't police themselves.

Interacted: Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Mentioned: Mineczka Mineczka Britt-21 Britt-21 Mqueserasera Mqueserasera Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Merciless Medic Merciless Medic RedArmyShogun RedArmyShogun Phayne Phayne The Regal Rper The Regal Rper
 
Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
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Even if Jarvis could sleep, it was impossible to do so with the increased racket as more and more students arrived. Or, rather than students, fellow ‘agents’ of DWMA’s F.A.T.E program. A noisy, chatty bunch from the sounds of it. Whether it was introducing themselves and their abilities to picking fights with each other, it would seem they were all eager to socialize in whatever way they could. Even if Jarvis wasn’t trying to pay attention, his eyes locked on the clouds, excellent hearing made it impossible not to overhear some of them.

Kids these days were so easily excitable.

One even approached him—a girl with dog ears and tail that made it obvious what she was even if her scent didn’t. Jarvis only turned to look up when her shadow provided shade from the pesky sun, his red eyes quietly studying her movements. Werewolf, definitely, but she also smelled human. A half-breed? He’d know for sure if he could taste her blood. The blue-haired bloodsucker’s eyebrow rose as the kid proceeded to talk…and talk. Did werewolves have something against the sun as well? Was her partner some sort of nocturnal creature?

She didn’t strike him as a weapon…though there was really no basis for Jarvis’s guess other than the way she carried herself. Most weapons weren’t fighters outside of their weapon forms. Then again, most weapons weren’t werewolves either. Sara looked ready to sit beside whether he said ‘yes’ or not. The same sort as Valerija…but less confident. Or arrogant. All words of the same vein, really.

“…Jarvis…”

A simple reply to one of her questions, and the only one he’d managed to get out, before someone threw someone and Sara dashed away to intervene. More yelling followed. Jarvis’s eyes followed her for a bit. Then he let out another yawn, this time remembering to cover his mouth. Jarvis forced himself to sit up, but it was only to follow Dani’s example and scoot himself as far away from the racket as possible (without leaving Lot C), before lying back down. A young werewolf, even with a collar on, could handle herself well enough on her own in a fight. Jarvis had no desire to get himself involved where wavelengths blaring and guns tooting were concerned.

Not unless he had to.

Another girl arrived and Jarvis glanced towards her, thinking she might be their new teacher, before letting his eyes drift back towards the commotion when he realized she wasn't, then back up to the sky where the sun was still laughing at him. “Man, I wish I brought my coffin with me…”
 
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Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C

The reactions to her own advance were quick and of mixed potential as far as Nadia saw it, of interest and disappointment and reasoning the woman could understand. Though she and Athena had yet to come to any sort of blows another came in with blinding speed, broadcasting her wavelength above their own. Peeling her eyes away from Athena it was the wolf girl and it seemed she was no sort of human with a funny fashion sense after all, her visible soul presence matched to what was seen now.

"Ah, a werewolf." She says in a knowingly fashion, not afraid as she cupped her closed fist at the index finger and thumb under her chin briefly, before lowering it. Fur was bristling and standing, fangs were bare and showing. Aggression and a growl. With her collar it all reminded her of a guard dog, though Nadia had a funny feeling about this one, she would prove quite the challenge. Smirking at the internal thought on the collar she adds in;

"If you have the time to worry for another you might want to worry about yourself first." Next Athena spoke up, assured in her strength and also owing to her weaknesses, that was a new and rare one. Meeting the gaze of both women as her eyes switch, Nadia lets out a light laugh that carried the air of amusement. "Good. Very Good, I may actually have found something worthwhile in this course. Though I should add I don't mind you throwing him, had it coming if not a good punch."

And with that and just as suddenly her smile vanishes, and she stands back from her combat stance and her wavelength returns to normal, the conflict seemingly defused. "I however would like to see what you two are capable of at another time, the offer was made after all."

It was then another male had joined them, offering to be used as a weapon by Athena, something she both accepted and turned down. There little show of force between the three seemed to be drawing attention from others aside. And while Nadia didn't mind an audience this was getting to be a bit too much. Causing the pink haired girl to curse and move away, she still didn't bother to see where the glasses wearing boy had landed and in what condition, that was unimportant.

"But ah yes, how rude of me, my name is Nadia, Nadia Semyonov, well my real full name differs but this will do for now. I look forward to seeing just what you two are capable of." With that she gives a partial bow of her head as her icy blue eyes stays pinned to the pair, before she turns away and walks away from the situation leaving it to those still here as she reaches for her pocket watch once more, the time was getting close.

Interactions: Britt-21 Britt-21 Merciless Medic Merciless Medic
Mentions: Most people at the toss around.
 
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Location: Lot C. Mentions: Britt-21 Britt-21 Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul // Interacts: Mqueserasera Mqueserasera Merciless Medic Merciless Medic
As quickly as the switch in Athena had been pulled, so too was the reaction of Kasper as his free hand shot downward to catch the fast approaching boot of Athena; "Feisty one aren't we?" he questioned rhetorically; "I like that" a smirk spread across Kasper's face as he watched the blonde haired damsel loose any semblance of composure. It helped that he was already expecting such a volatile reaction; given his intent was to set the fuse off with his remarks. What better way to understand someone than to push them out of their comfort zone; forcing them to revert to their innate nature in a desperate attempt to find some semblance of security. Athena merely looked ready to explode prior to Kasper's intervention. He was simply the fire that lit that fuse and watched the explosion with sparkles dancing across his eyes.

Humans were no different to animals, base creatures so easy to manipulate and twirl around ones thumb, given the right tools. This was the fun part. In this split second of interaction, Kasper was already privy to several plausible reasons as to why this girl found herself apart of F.A.T.E. He didn't need to be a bookworm to judge this book by its cover. She was a quick read; though that didn't necessarily mean it was a bad thing either. There was beauty to the simplicity of ones nature.

Half tempted to lean in and peck Athena on the nose, Kasper restrained himself, convincing himself to further prolong this game of his, if only to maximise the ultimate pleasure he'd attain once his new found toy was sprawled across the dirt floor, broken. Ah, the pleasure he would attain once that was to occur; only then would she truly become a possession of his. Alas, for now he'd let her age; she was not yet near enough a fine wine for him to savour.

Hand clasped tightly around the boot of Athena long enough to save his crown jewels, he'd soon release his grip as he purposely left himself exposed to her, Athena's hand grasping his shirt as she adorably attempted to life him off his feet; the dark haired man allowing the shorter woman to raise him a few inches; though Kasper did pull his legs inward to make it seem like he was further off the ground than he really was. Allowing himself to be thrown was the kindest of gestures he could allow the blonde girl; payment for letting him 'toy' with her if even for a short duration. At least this way, she'd maybe save some face.

Flung through the air; Kasper unperturbed by his situation had found himself thrown quite the distance from where Athena and Thaddues stood, the gun weapon angling his left palm outward as a metalling mouth formed amidst his skin. A loud bang would soon follow and Kasper would find his trajectory changed; his body manoeuvring mid air so that he was now prepped and ready to land; his only minor miscalculation being that he'd soon be forced down to one knee as the force of the throw caused him to slide a few yards back. "Fascinating... truly fascinating" he'd mutter to himself as he lowered his gaze; hiding the smile that had forced itself upon him.


It was only the arrival of Sara that had caused that dark fantasist grin to dissipate from Kasper; his composed demeanour returning as the dark haired weapon glanced at the wolf girl now standing ahead of him. Obviously disapproving of his actions, Kasper could only focus on the wolfish tail in front of him; the temptation great yet not enough to force him into action; not when he was already getting information off of the girl herself. The mention of her collar was an obvious point of interest for Kasper; the implications behind the statement suggesting that she too was a potential victim of madness.

The fight against the temptation would sooner be quashed as another approached; The black haired and soon to be revealed demon weapon standing in between the two groups; her arm partially transformed into that of a shield; whilst her free hand was offered to him; a gesture that Kasper took as he helped himself back onto his feet; his hand lingering a few moments longer than it should as he studied her features from behind; 20/20 vision used to its fullest as he glanced towards the back of Sara as well; her wolfish heritage clear as day. "Apologize? What for?" questioned Kasper turning back to Prudence, as he lowered his hand to his side. His tone was borderline childish, almost mocking as he openly showed a lack of remorse for what he had done. "If anything, she should be the one apologizing to me, no?" a rhetorical ruse. "She did after all leave herself completely exposed for my merry little game... then again that begs the question.. is she suitable to even be here if my game was enough to cause her volatile tendencies to surface?" he asked. "Look at how she so easily becomes putty in the hands of Thaddeus's corny act. Angry one moment, lovestruck the next. How could I not be somewhat interested in toying with her?" another one of his rhetorical questions that he didn't much care for an answer. Just another part of the game he was playing.


"However, perhaps an apology is truly in order" came a more neutral tone; one devoid of mischief this time as he walked over and stood between the pair of Prudence and Sara. "My apologies for getting the two of you involved in my game. My intent was only to generate some excitement to this gathering.. however it seems I have placed the two of you in a tricky situation; defending me from them" Kasper stood before them now, his right hand outstretched as he offered what appeared to be a genuine handshake. Though the smile plastered across his face was anything but trustworthy.

"Kasper RossWeiss, Authentic Demon Gun, unlike that blonde haired fraud and while I was never in any real danger with that firecracker, I must still thank you for stepping in when you did. Actions speak louder then words after all"


 
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Xander
interaction: Mineczka Mineczka mention: Merciless Medic Merciless Medic
Xander was still sniggering to himself about how flustered looking Noah was honestly it was just amazing how easy of a target he wad falling for the oldest trick in the book no less. however it was at this point Xander stopped himself… this sorta bullshit did land him in this program to begin with and the knocking everyone off tables thing, but that was besides the point Because that was fucking funny. Stretching back another puff of rainbow coloured smoke caused his human form it disappear again replaced with that od a smol snow leopard. Time to see if anyone was attentive enough to have seen a huge guy show up out of nowhere from a cat. However mostly people where devastatingly distracted by other’s shenanigans. Well except one tired looking girl that seemed to be intentional avoiding people of course he wasn’t a people he was a cat ergo perfectly acceptable.

so cat xander made his way over to the distant girl the fluffy cat sitting itself down next to them looking up at them with that expectant expression most cats have when they depend food. And meowing a little bit Looking all cute to gauge the girls reaction frankly he was just gonna pull the same trick he’d pulled on Noah it was a good one tho.
 
March 7th, 2067 | 0900


The time came. 0900. Plenty had happened once the students congregated before the time, but with their interactivity, few if any noticed just how close the true first moment of their meeting was encroaching. However, once the clock ticked from 0859 up just one minute, immediate changes to the field took place:

On the half of the field most of the students occupying, at its Northern and Southern most points parallel to teach other but still definitively on one half of the field appeared two glowing, light blue orbs approximately four feet within the air. Each glowed lightly, neither seemed to show any indication they were there prior. And, just as soon as they had appeared, they were separated vertically by sixteen perfectly spaced spherical lines and then again by sixteen more horizontal ones. From top to bottom, the panels that were formed dissipated, ultimately revealing two odd-looking objects. They were, factually, two halves of an American Football as if cut down the center, but with a dovetail joint so that they could be slide together to form a full ball. Each appeared to be hand-carved out of some type of dark wood, perhaps Mahogany or Walnut. Regardless, they were stained darker with black lines running precisely where they would as if they were genuine footballs.

A moment later at the furthest edge of the field the group did not occupy manifested a much, much larger oblong, ovular sphere. Similarly, it was opened up by the dissipating panels revealing an eight foot tall wooden pole with a circular hoop at the top standing straight up approximately two foot in radius. While the balls appeared traditional aside from their wooden composition, the goal was completely unlike those used in other American sports.

On each half of the ball, should any student choose to investigate it once it hit the ground--each fell once their supporting sphere disappeared--had a unique inscription:

1. Collect both halves of the ball.

2. Attach the pieces and score a goal.

3. Accomplish this first and complete F.A.T.E. immediately.

Thirty seconds after this event would occur with the balls, each Agent would simultaneously receive a text from the same number that told them to meet with the same text. The delay would afford the curious and quick an advantage, but ultimately the psuedu-secret prompt would be made aware to everyone before any one individual had the chance to score.

Tags: Britt-21 Britt-21 Merciless Medic Merciless Medic Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Phayne Phayne Huntertabbysandshark3 Huntertabbysandshark3 EmperorsChosen EmperorsChosen RedArmyShogun RedArmyShogun Mqueserasera Mqueserasera QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel Sybil Sybil Prizzy Kriyze Prizzy Kriyze Mineczka Mineczka The Regal Rper The Regal Rper
 
Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
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Jarvis, who had been looking at the sky the entire time some of this fellow F.A.T.E agents were arguing/making small-talk, did in fact see the blue-glowing objects when they appeared four feet in the air, watching curiously as the light gradually dispersed to reveal two halves of an American football as they fell to the ground. Excellent eyesight helped immensely in identifying the objects (but not the inscription on the objects). He didn’t move though. Why would he? They could be bombs for all he knew.

The goal post popping at the other end of the field didn’t inspire him to get up from where he was lying on the ground either. What was this? A sports game? Was it some kind of bonding event for the first day of the FATE program or something? Jarvis rolled over. Had no interest in playing games…least of all without an explanation from whoever was in charge of them.

Therefore, it wasn’t until 30 seconds later, after getting the text explanation from the mage-y-tech thingymajig, that Jarvis sighed. Red eyes hovering over the words, Jarvis stretched as he got to his feet, slipping the F.A.T.E issued mobile device back into the pocket of his blue jacket as his eyes shifted onto one of the football halves lying innocently on the grassy field.

Then Jarvis blitzed forward. Already nearing one of one of the halves he would need to pass the program—without having to do much—Jarvis would reach a pale hand out to scoop up the wooden object if nothing stopped him. His goal in joining the F.A.T.E program was to re-enter DWMA and work his way to becoming a Deathscythe, after all. Not make friends with his fellow DWMA rejects. The sooner he could get the program completed, the less work he would have to do.

Besides, throwing a ball into a hoop was easy.

Even if it turned out the ones in charge of the program were lying, and they had no intention of letting any of the F.A.T.E agents pass the program so easily, it didn’t take much effort to try. To play a game. With any luck, he wouldn’t even have to fight. No need to defeat evils, go after souls…or whatever F.A.T.E agents were supposed to do to complete the program. Just a ball in a hoop. Easy…and honestly, less violence involved should he succeed.
 
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Zosar | DWMA | Lot C


"Me?" The rhetorical question came naturally at Dani's pick on if they were exes. "Not even, we just have history is all." He explained simply. And only you would take something meant to be a compliment and turn it upside down. It was a bit disappointing honestly, to sense derision from her instead of a feeling of joy. Maybe that waver he'd caught before fully turning his attention to the demi-giant had been his imagination.

Or maybe it hadn't? Not like she would ever tell him. As much as she thought he was a prude leading her on some grand scheme because of his past, it wasn't a lie. He was happy to see her. She'd die before she'd ever admit her true feelings- even if he could see the mixed cocktail in her soul- there was no satisfaction if she herself refused to admit it. But, Athena was but one person in the crowd of people he had to meet, and so far, the only one that was displaying such easily detected distaste for his person. However at the detection of another soul, this specific soul, he felt a cold blanket wrap around his body and paused his progress forwards.

Who he saw made him stare for a second. Then a bit more as he studied the soul as it moved towards his latest target.

It was funny really how times changed people. He wondered what Rias would've thought if she could see him now. Kasper had certainly changed, and he could see it clearly as he moved.

Zosar didn't really mind it either way. He turned, and kept his casual progress forward, listening to Nadia's response and aware that Nadia and Dani were both following him though at a slower pace than he was going.

It was funny how rumors had a way of shifting views. Gossip was its own deadly weapon, and boy did he have experience with that. Becky had been the same. Joey had been the same. Not all, but a few. The changes were small, but noticeable. Small things, then bigger. Knowing six people that went through what Kasper had but in different circumstances entirely, made you a lot more understanding of the individual he was now. If Dani, Zari, and Sara were anything to go by- Zosar wasn't disturbed by it in the slightest. They seemed stable at the moment, though he had no real basis to believe any of them had experienced what he was at least certain the rumors could tell him about Kasper was fact- he was aware that all of them had something different.

There was no need to really look at the soul to feel that odd warble in their emotional auras. Now that Kasper's presence had confirmed it, all he had to do was watch out for them just like he'd done for his friends.

Well, his former friends, at least.

Regardless, while Kasper honed in on Gauss and Athena, Zosar aimed straight for the chain whip Weapon. The same chain whip Weapon who's soul, now that he was looking at it- felt familiah but also not.

Why is that? He wondered. Up ahead he could see Noah talking to her. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew this chick from somewhere; here to be specific. Yet at the same time could not place his finger on when or where- an oddity for him since memorizing faces had once been a part of the job when it was necessary to know everything about the person you were targeting.

Faces were easy to remember, but if he was struggling to recall who this face belonged to even if the soul felt familiar in an odd way when he looked at it- then it must mean something had--

"Oh", and then it clicked. He realized why he wasn't recalling who this was. The tingle from Dani, the weight on his shoulders from Zari, the peculiar feeling in the atmosphere from Sara--

--And the cold embrace from Kasper. She had it too. Yet the familiarity. Just who is she? As he grew closer it was bugging him like an itch you couldn't reach. He knew her, he was certain it was on the tip of his tongue. The image was etching itself out into his head. Just as he was opening his mouth to call out a greeting to Sara's Weapon partner and the vaguely familiar girl by his side, he sensed the flaring of Athena's soul.

By the time he'd turned Kasper was already soaring. He caught the flare in Athena's soul that signified her use of wavelength so it didn't take long to piece together what might've happened. Everyone else's reactions respectively painted a better picture. From Nadia's charge to Sara's intervention, Zosar's attention was more focused between the werewolf and demi-giant and Kasper's plummet from the sky, though in both cases it only served to distract him from Gauss' little prank. Too little too late, considering Dani's reaction after he'd gotten hit.

The hit itself wasn't terrible. While the shot had struck him in the forearm with surprise it wasn't the worst injury he'd ever been given. It stung, sure, but he'd had worse. Bullet wounds from actual bullets hurt twice as more when they passed through flesh like scissors through paper.

Having alcohol applied to said wound was worse.

No, it wasn't Gauss' prank that gave Zosar pause. It was the memory that came from the strike.

It all came flooding back in that moment. Getting hit with a marble strengthened with wavelength by one of his peers in passing. One of many people he'd used to fraternize with before the arrest, and how the usual manner of getting his attention that time had been meant with actual hostile intent where it'd normally wouldn't have any place at existing. He could recall the look of disgust in their eyes, and when he blinked he couldn't help but remember how Athena's anger reminded him a bit of the hatred he'd felt in that library booth he'd passed by more than a year ago. The feeling was vivid, and he could tell the similarity between the two even though he knew hers was for completely different reasons. At least, that's what he believed.

Yet watching Gauss engage Athena with the concept of shooting him herself, genuinely left him feeling indifferent. While Dani moved on, Zosar turned his head to see her go. He looked back at Gauss and Athena once, and then decided to just turn away. If she did shoot him, he'd know whether she really did hate him as much as the rest had. And if she did, well then it was pretty clear he'd misjudged her character completely.

A part of him felt nothing but annoyance at being made the butt of a frankly distasteful joke. The fact the Thales boy was using it to curry favor with Athena on the side just irritated him on the side. He wanted to retaliate. He had vaguely sensed a spike in Gauss' soul but hadn't made the connection that it was him using his wavelength to launch that little attack at him. If he'd known he would've dodged it. Sadly his attention had been divided, which was happening a lot today it seemed.

Yet the idea of retaliation would just erode the little dignity he had remaining. No doubt, they were being watched- he was certain of it. They had to be, there was no way they weren't. If he acted now- did something that gave even the slightest sign he meant someone actual harm, there was a chance his disruptor would activate and suppress his abilities. And while he hated the infernal contraption, he didn't want to give them any reason to believe he'd mean anyone actual harm.

Of course, if he was near Gauss, he'd be sure to pay him back the dues somehow for giving him such a friendly welcome.

The alarm on his watch went off at 8:58 a.m. And then right after that, the field changed.



Mentions: Britt-21 Britt-21 Merciless Medic Merciless Medic Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul Phayne Phayne EmperorsChosen EmperorsChosen RedArmyShogun RedArmyShogun QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel Sybil Sybil

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Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C

"What in the hell is that?" Nadia says of the bizarre show what did he want, for them to play a game? Was it even a he, or a she? Where even were they? Already she was noting the lazy bloodsucker already playing around there, with a hint of contempt she reaches for her flask taking a sip of her Vodka before screwing the lid back on. It was then with all the other light shows dying down she put it away, Americans and their flashy pointless displays, it was tiresome.

Still no leader, just two parts of a wooden bowl a hoop, some lights, the hell was all this? "Cyka!" she says reaching for her phone that spelled everything out, causing the Russian to throw the phone up into the air. "Oi Some reading for us all Tavarish Listen well listen loud! Our handler too much of a Coward to bring himself here! To offer us this game, it is on all your phones but my comrades I have two things to say." Holding the phone up with a huff she continues.

"Most of you are here because you wanted to be, or because you reached the end of the line. Are you really going to take this no-show son of a bitch at his word and have nothing changed so you end up here again so he can fuck you in a reach around? Will this little game cover all of that? Overcome all the bullshit and choices that brough you here? No Comrades it will not, it shall not! And the coward bastard that set this up should explain himself. My goal is to keep that ball from winning. Anyone wanting to win must go through me and any other noble souls.. Should I get the ball it will be kicked well from here, our struggles, out pains, for what? All of it forgiven for a little game of catch. Amazing! Let's give this ball back to the son of a bitch, up in an office I bet.. Or join that coward sneaking his way to one of the balls."

"Heh! A challenge of arms and worth. I am Born of the Ice and here I shall stand." Nadia takes up a spot centered field where she yells once more. "If you want to score, I will be here and those of you who believe we should be taken seriously?! Around me! Let us kick that damn ball right into his office!"

At odds or maying fitting to her believes and views Nade takes to the field, making sure the jig was up.

"UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!" With a massive battle cry her wavelength greatly expands as she makes it clear what she was going. "COWARD! GET OUT HERE! NO QUITTERS AS LONG AS I AM HERE!"

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Sara Middleton & Noah Wiley
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Location: Lot C
Interactions: Adrasteia ( Sybil Sybil ), Zosar ( The Regal Rper The Regal Rper ), Nadia ( RedArmyShogun RedArmyShogun ), Prudence ( Mqueserasera Mqueserasera ), Kasper ( Phayne Phayne )
Mentions: Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel ), Gauss ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul ), Dani ( EmperorsChosen EmperorsChosen ), Athena, Suzu, Zari ( Prizzy Kriyze Prizzy Kriyze ), Xander


Noah nodded to Adrasteia. He can tell she was a little distant, not liking the fact he was here. He looked over to see not only the man Sara was talking to earlier, but the giantess and the bubblegum pink girl coming over, as well. Adrasteia wished to stay and wait it out, so Noah simply nodded and went to go back to the group. Well, that was until the commotion stopped him in his tracks.

He watched as some well dressed men "accosted" the poor blonde, who he figured was Athena as Zosar wasn't being very quiet about her name. He said some things to taunt her before trying to cheer her up, but then a man appeared out of nowhere it seemed. His personality repelled Noah. He saw how well this man dressed, and he squinted at it. He knew how expensive that was and figured he must have come from a rich background.


Tch, fuckin' rich think they're all that, huh?

That was until another well-dressed man came into the fray, touching the already furious woman's face before being kicked at and thrown. Judging by how quick the man was at stopping the kick, Noah wondered how much of that throw he allowed. He seemed to land almost perfectly. He watched as the rich man fired a ball bearing at Zosar and nearly hit Dani in the process. While the pink-haired woman yelled at the magnetic man, he noticed a coming change over Zosar as he was close enough to have a passing conversation with. Noah watched as something flickered in Zosar's eyes, not that his eyes changed, but it was like he was taken back to a faraway place. It stung Noah, surprising him as he felt his throat fall into his heart, or maybe his heart jumping into his throat. Either way, it left his mouth dry. He knew that feeling.

Times where he was the last person to survive the death of his family had caused a nasty rumor to spread around where he lived in Death City. People thought he had some hidden Madness of ill intent that caused the deaths of his family, which was why he was so cold. That he was a stone-cold killer with a bad attitude and that he shouldn't be trusted, which honestly made him want to push people away more, even though he secretly wished for a companion. No, he wasn't like that, yet he was haunted from it by about a couple years. But Sara... Sara helped to dispel that nasty rumor as she protected him with her own friends and "contacts" as he jokingly called them.

He left his spot leaning against a tree and patted Zosar on the shoulder as a distant, yet sympathetic gesture. He made his way towards the group, stuffing his hands into his pockets and slouching.

That was until he saw Sara, after getting Jarvis' name, jump in and try to calm everyone down, but that wavelength...


Ya fuckin' idiot...

Noah glared daggers at Sara's direction as the rest of the scene unfolded, making him bite the inside of his cheek as he squashed his want to just pummel his partner. That was a dangerous show of strength that could have caused the other unhinged to attack. She at least put away her wavelength and showed she was actually altruistic and didn't mean any harm by it, but that was stupid nonetheless. Was she showing dominance to quell the fight faster? He walked towards the group, bent on keeping Sara from anymore harm.

Stupid...

Surprisingly and fortunately for Sara, while a ball bearing escaped her passing notice, her altruistic intervention seemed to quell much of what was going on. Sara thought she did good! It honestly could have been worse. A monochrome girl, the one who smelled like the chill and stony nothingness of a deep, maze-like labyrinth partially transformed her arms into a shield, aiding in stopping the fight. Sara's tail finally lessened it's spiky look, and Sara can calm down now-

BAM!

Sara looked around to see the Madness-consumed man flipping around with a mouth of a gun from his hand. Her ears were pointed directly towards him despite the sound of a faint ringing due to the noise. Still, she realized he didn't mean any harm and moved on to Nadia, who spoke up and ripped her attention away from Prudence and Kasper.

Sara had to look up at Nadia as she told her the wolf should be looking out for herself, to which Sara shook her head defiantly, not caring if she got hurt. Yet, still beaming that Nadia was correct in assuming Sara was a werewolf. She beamed even more hearing Nadia was interested in the idea of a spar later and, after receiving the giantess' name, Sara gave Nadia her's, taking the pause Nadia had as a moment to speak to her.
"The name's Sara. Pleasure to meet you, Nadia. I can't wait to fight you later." Then, Sara moved her attention to Athena, Nadia leaving soon after.

She watched as Athena pouted before declining the magnetic finger gun. At least there was-

A new scent came into the foray, one where she spotted a small snow leopard walking toward. She smelled like sadness. A deep fog within a torrential downpour that soured and masked most of the scent she could get from her. She was more depressing than Noah, yet there was that hint of sweetness. She swore she smelled this scent before near her apartment and wondered if she lived anywhere within their apartment complex-

Her attention was pulled away as the beige man said that they were all playfighting, to show off. It wasn't anything wrong with it, and the ball bearing wasn't meant to kill. Sara calmed down hearing that, taking the strange madness-infested individual at his word. Her ears pinned back at being told she was using her real strength, feeling bad for causing such a ruckus she was trying to quell. She just wanted to get here faster and make sure nobody got hurt. If Zari could hear her soul right now (Sara had no idea he could sense souls differently from the others), he would hear an almost dog-like whine of regret before a happy jingling of a collar.

That was when she turned around when she realized Prudence was trying to help the gross man to his feet. Well, if he already didn't land on his feet with a cool flip. Apparently, the gross man thought Prudence and Sara were defending him from the others, even going so far as to call Athena a fraud. She looked at his proffered hand curiously, wanting to shake it.

She got his name at least, so she obliged.
"Sara Middleton. Though, I don't think the blonde chick is a fraud. I just don't think she's your type anyway. But no need to apologize, I wanted to get involved. But you're welcome-AGH!"

Just as she was about to grab his hand for a handshake to finalize their greeting, Noah, who slipped his fingers between the incapacitator collar and the side of her neck, yanked her away with surprising strength, surprising her by making her yelp out as her fingers clutched at the device with near fear, a thrill of excitement, and lots of confusion in her eyes, trying to grab it so it didn't choke her or press against her trachea too much.

While a werewolf would pull back and fight her Weapon, who looked rather scrawny for a Weapon, she allowed him to pull her away from the group as her legs scrambled to keep her upright, her fingers slipped into the front of the collar to keep it away from her neck. Setting her off to the sidelines as he practically threw her to stand in front of him, Noah had his teeth gritting as he stared her down with cold, green eyes.


"The hell... was that...?"

Even without her olfactory soul perception, she can smell he was angry. Fuming, even. Sara's voice had a small squeak as she tried defending her actions.

"I was trying to stop-"

"Tryin' to stop a fight?" Noah let go of her collar as he extended an arm out towards the group, as if he were reprimanding a child. "Sara, ya could have caused an all-out war with how high-strung and unhinged everyone is. You're lucky this group didn't try killin' each other! The blonde guy's right. They're just fighting to make a point, Sara. Not to kill."

"But I got them to stop, right?" Her voice raised, seeking validation since she couldn't reason with him.

"Yeah, but it could have been a whole lot worse. If ya weren't as kind as ya are, this would've all gone downhill. A werewolf for them is a monster to be feared and respected for their might and speed, not some pet ya show off at a show-n-tell, regardless of what transformation issue they may have." Closing his eyes, sighing, and pinching the bridge of his nose, Noah calmed down. "I know ya didn't mean to, but unless they're posin' an actual threat to each other, don't get involved."

Sara glared up at him. "I'm not like you! You just take everything as pointless to get involved in anyway. Why can't I do what I want?"

"Because sometimes the things ya do'll end up gettin' others even more hurt, or yerself hurt, or make yerself look worse. If no one knew better not to jump in immediately, they would have saw ya as a threat and tried to kill ya."

"But everyone here is here because they want to get better! So they wouldn't!" Sara's arms were spread out wide, trying to get her point across, which only made Noah flinch at what caused them to fight so long ago.

"Ya don't know that- UGH, your naivety is annoyin'...." Noah grumbled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, clearly done. But Sara wouldn't give him the last say.

"You said yourself my naivety has helped people before because I didn't try to base my assumptions of them at first glance."

"Yet, that's what fuels ya to target those who are lonely because ya think they are lonely for a traumatic reason." Noah glared at her, Sara finally backing down as her logic crumbled under his scrutiny.

That was when the field changed. Sara's peripherals picked up movement and she snapped her attention towards the lights, Noah following soon after. They were dancing and creating a grid before two halves of an American football appeared. Then, a tall pole, seven to eight feet in height with a hole at the top two feet in diameter, appeared at the far end of the field. It honestly looked like a bubble blower wand from this far away.

Sara was just about to leave, but she felt Noah's cold fingers sneak their way between her neck and collar again. To prevent herself from choking, she stayed put, her tail swaying back and forth as she waited for Noah's word.

Noah simply squinted at the "game".


"What?" Sara asked, unsure of what was going through his head.

"I'm assumin' we have to get both halves, stick them together, and put it through the hole. The only way this game can be played, honestly. Unless we have two teams, but no one knows each other, so that's out the window. Unless...."

A thought crossed his mind and his eyes widened.

"Those fuckin' cheapskates... This game won't win us anythin'." Just as he said that, their phones beeped. Quickly diving into their phones, they read the rules.

Well, more like the conditions to win. Sara scowled at it in confusion, while Noah vocalized his frustrations through gritted teeth.


"That's what I thought. They only want one person to win. But this game isn't made to be won. We're all rejects, fuck ups, failures in one way or another and we need the help if we want to be reinstated as DWMA work force. We aren't supposed to win as much as we should be showin' off our skills to someone who's been watchin' us the entire time. The others should be findin' a partner, as well, but I'm not sure if that's the point of this test. I think the point was allowin' us to fight against each other in a bid to make us realize we're just horrible and we should all just quit because it's pointless to move forward."

Just as Noah finished his bleak yet highly possible view of the game, Sara was about to ask a question when she heard Nadia speak up. Nadia was furious. Nadia said all the points that she needed to, and even made a point to stand in the middle of the field.

Well, if they were going to prevent the others from winning, Sara should join, too. It now made more sense.


"Alright, Noah. Let's resonate a little and prevent those people from winning. If they want help with their conditions, they should work through it and help themselves instead of taking the cheap way out!"

Noah flashed Sara a rare genuine, confident smile as Sara beamed up at him, her tail wagging. Noah, in a flash of yellow, appeared as a five-foot long staff, golden plates grafted near the ends with black marks. Sara grabbed the middle of the staff, her wavelength activating and surging into Noah's body as she breathed in deeply. Noah took in her wavelength, played with it as he got used to the energy again before giving it back to her, amplified a little. A telepathic link was made and Sara felt Noah in her head again. It felt so natural, so normal.

Especially when they had a common goal.

Spinning Noah a little until she held him in her right hand and with him behind her, she charged towards the field, hoping she got there before Jarvis as she used Noah's end of the staff, swinging him around like a wicked game of croquet to get rid of the half of ball.


"HIYAAHHH!!" She yelled, finding this cute game of keep-away fun.

"Let's have a fun time doin' this! We're with ya, Nadia!" Sara said, adopting a bit of Noah's accent in the process.
 
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A full few moments of quiet had passed since the court appeared, like silence before a storm. Azariah was slightly hunched glaring wide-eyed at the phone screen in his hand. A three step programme to completely bypass the entire class. This class, of course, which Zari had gone through hell and high water to be able to apply for. Was this a joke? A mockery at the miles he’d laid behind, a jest in poor taste as to the future of the applicants?

Azariah felt his wavelength flare up, invisible flames licking at his frame. Azariah’s tired eyes rose from the screen and scanned the field in front of him. The red-eyed boy had already made an attempt for one of the ball halves. Azariah’s teeth clenched. He wasn’t about to play the fool and dance at the school’s behest, not when it dangled a reward so counterproductive to his goals in front of him. The giantess stepped into the field, voicing her own fiery displeasure at the situation, and Zari could do nothing but agree.

The difference being that the Tokyoite wasn’t a man of many words, nor any particular level of social sway. He’d rather offer his agreement in action.

There were a plethora of powerful wavelengths around the lot. Some alien to him, some imposing by nature, but it made little difference. He didn't have to be the fastest, he only had to be faster than them. So slowly Azariah tipped forward, as if struck by a sudden drop in blood pressure. When he reached a good 45 degree angle, a long spark of wavelength traveled across the length of his body, signifying the activation of his amplification. A cloud of dirt and dust kicked into the air at the spot where he’d just been, and his phone and knife were neatly laid out on the ground. He wouldn’t have a magnetic wavelength impeding his progress here.

His lithe frame zoomed across the field, kicking up debris at each footfall. He picked up on Sara's dash for the red-eyed fellow, but she was taking the giant's side. The familiar sound of a Meister wielding a Weapon. He zagged out of range, then headed straight for the giantess but clearly aimed somewhere beyond her. In the split second he passed close by her imposing stature, he could hear her wavelength like a snowstorm. His gaze shifted up to her face, and he let out a sharp grunt of approval. Then he was past her. Only a few meters past, he pressed into the ground with his full might, tossing himself in an elegant arc across the second half of the field.

Azariah spun in the air, arms relaxed at his sides and his right foot splayed out behind him. His trajectory carried him directly towards the goal post. A light sheen emanated from his body as he amped up his wavelength and drew back his arms to tense his entire body. Float like an angel, sting like an eighteen-wheeler. His kick cut through the air as he neared the ground, and the steel tip of his boot dug deep into wood, rending it like a scissor through paper. The base of the goal post shattered and a shotgun blast of wooden shrapnel disappeared into the forest behind the lot as Zari heavily smashed into the dirt. The loop made two rotations in the air before his upper body appeared through the ensuing cloud of dust and caught it in the crook of his arm.

In hindsight, he must've overdone it. Azariah slung the loop over his shoulder like a hula hoop and hopped backwards to the edge of the field. He didn't speak, not as if he had anything to say. He was just angry. Offended. Serious about turning this stupid game on its head.

Maybe he should've just broken the loop? He was tempted, but somewhere between having picked a fight and Nadia's impressive speech, he felt a sense of belonging to the defending side. Maybe they would even act as a team.

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Adrasteia Chandrice

The world seemed to stand still as it all happened, between a man sent flying into the man approaching her, to fights breaking out, to Noah walking away. It was slow yet too fast for the already anxious weapon, making her unable to react to anyone event with any sort of sincerity it might have deserved. To curse out the ones being thrown. To tell others to stop their petty bullshit. Hell, to tell at least the one who walked over that they would at least talk later. No, instead the weapon was overloaded…. Putting everything in question. Why was she here? Was this her limit? Social interactions on a bigger scale made her nervous? Did it make her afraid? Was this her limit now? Over a year and a half of treatment and she almost took the biggest step back, almost thought for a moment that her old self had it right. The weapon almost let slip a small snake into her garden, but she resisted. No. She had to face reality…. But how?

First?.... Experience. She tried to line up her thoughts as the group of people argued or talked, her breathing steadying as she recalled her time in Paean. That orientation was pure chaos, hell it was even worse. She survived that. She made it through, despite all the setbacks.

This was just a setback. She would conquer it. She had to. She wanted to. She needed to.

Amidst her mental discussion, she was pulled from it to hear the voice she had just been spoken to from was now arguing within the distance. It wasn’t legible, but body behavior spoke leagues above and hearing could provide. Of course, her perception was tainted, her ideals twisted from her own abnormal experience with a meister she despised.

Partnership…. Is that really all it is at the end of the day? Just two that barely get—

Her internal dialogue was interrupted once more, this time the utter chaos of the group drowned out by the rising of tall goals and orbs that morphed into halves of balls. A curious sight for sure, putting Adrasteia on edge. Her experience told her this was for them obviously, and the text that followed several moments later confirmed it. As if by instinct alone, however, several people seemed to be stirred even prior to the text. But what was worse was the absolute resistance the short white-haired girl seemed to show. She was actually protesting this?

Intuition or Brash…. A fine line.

She tensed up… and moved to reposition while staying on the sidelines amongst the cover of trees. A weapon used by an assassin typically, she knew her best chance was a surprise. She needed to wait for someone to bring the ball halves together and get close to a goal. From there? She would snatch it with her blades and score, gaining an easy win.

Easy right?

How could it be? She knew she was outclassed by actually partnered people, and some meisters would be naturally stronger. Faster. Not only that but there were now at least three with the rebel, making her goal of scoring after stealing even slimmer. One was fast, the tattooed one which made scoring only more of a hazard by stealing the goal. The other two were the animal-eared girl and Noah, a pair that innately made them stronger than her by herself.

DAMN THEM! DAMN THEM FOR STANDING IN MY WAY! THEY ARE FUCKING SO ANNOYING! WHY CAN’T THEY JUST—… AGH!…. FUCK!…

Her mind decided on the plan and tried to enforce calm in her to hide, but her anxious doubts and anger leaked just slightly like a gas leak. She was trying to put a lid on her gut response, her body aching down to the bones. It wanted the thrill. It wanted the carnage. It wanted. Her collar began to adjust and subdue with soft sequences of beeps, her madness suppressed... But the body fought her as she stayed at the sideline of what would be her first real combat since over two years ago.

She held strong. For now.



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Adrian Hackney

"The Maiden"

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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


Mentions: Prizzy Kriyze Prizzy Kriyze



A cacophony of tortured souls and unending pain. A hellish soulscape of a thousand asynchronized wails lamenting over their fate in the abyss. That was Adrian when his wavelength poured through him and he amplified his body. That is what it meant for the Iron Maiden to finally open. For the beast to be unleashed. For him to bring the pain. Alas, as even now he would still have to fight restrained. Not quite the demon he would be on the battlefield, but he was quick to come unchained.

Much like Azariah before him and honestly most of the other agents, Adrian wasn't riled up until the text. He checked his a moment after Zari did, himself finding it rude to think to so mid conversation. While Zari had already darted off, Adrian felt the surge of energy pour through him. A game? Adrian loved games. A competition, though? That is where Adrian thrived. He could feel all of the wavelengths around him spark to life and it brought new life to him. This heart faster, the blood in his veins coursed liked a mighty river. It was almost orgasmic.

What he noticed, if only due to having been in direct conversation with Zari, was that he went off in the direction of the goal. He had a whole different battleplan. A strategy, perhaps. Nadia was giving some speech Adrian couldn't care less for or the scramble for the ball. Adrian, perhaps by instinct, gunned it after Zari. He had a fair head start and perhaps was a little faster, but it meant Adrian had a clear path to follow to avoid the same obstacles he did.

But, then, Zari did the most interesting thing. An elegant yet crude flying click to the goal post, smashing through it entirely. Was he showing off? Or perhaps did he think the post was reinforced? Adrian couldn't tell, but the theatrics were enough for him to catch himself on that side of the field once Zari had the goal in hand. Then it clicked. Zari wanted the goal. No one could score if he had it. The two halves of the ball were important, sure, but you couldn't fit the ball in with Zari as he stood now. The ultimate goalie. Such creativity and power delighted Adrian.

So, he waited. Just enough Zari to finally turn back to the field, still standing on its edge alone--with the exception of Adrian, that is.

"I'll preface by admitting I have full intentions on taking that goal from you," Adrian said to him,."but not to score."

The same wicked grin from earlier was on his face, but this time, it was genuine. Not forced. Almost manic, even. The excitement that flared in his eyes and soul was apparent.

"I like to compete. I like to win. I don't care about the prize--never have," Adrian explained. Then he transformed his second hand into a spike as well and held them in a stance Zari should have been quite familiar with: Krav Maga. But, before he made an action, he asked, "But, I am curious. Why take the goal? Brilliant idea, but why? If you just wanted to watch the world burn, you'd just tear it apart here--which I do admit I like the sound of myself."

"Besides, even if were true, do you think any of the fucks behind us deserve to just walk back into the world that kicked them out? I know I don't," Adrian added, still talking, somewhat rambling on all while waiting for a move from the Meister in front of him.



 



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Thaddeus Thales

"Gauss"

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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


Mentions: Britt-21 Britt-21



"Miss Athena, you didn't have to a thrown man to make yourself memorable to 'lil ole me," Gauss responded to Athena shortly before the conflict with the balls had begun.

"And I am..." Gauss said, starting to introduce himself before watching the glowing spheres form and drop the two halves of the ball. He was equally intrigued as he was confused. What was this? Magic, perhaps? Most of them should have been able to see a spell if cast. Perhaps something similar to Soul Protect from a Witch? Gauss had seen it before, but nothing quite like that. He speculated that everything on the field was there the whole time, but it defied his current understanding of magic, though it was not like he was a scholar on the matter. He didn't see a trace of runes, magic circles, or Magitech either. This must have been quite the clever application with the sole intention on befuddling their merry little band. But his distracted mind only wandered for a moment. Gauss knew better to keep a lady waiting.

"Thaddeus Thales, but my stage name is Gauss. And, I suppose for the right beauty, I could even be Finger-Guns," Gauss finally said, finishing the half-sentence he started a moment ago.

It wasn't but a few moments later and each of them received the text with the explanation. He did take the moment to check his phone from it--it shouldn't have received a message whatsoever with its current settings, so the fact that it did was somewhat alarming. Those three lines of text, though. They didn't spark the same reaction as it seemed they did with the others. Gauss wasn't about to scramble for some ball or the goal. He wasn't going to make a speech, either. Gauss came from the business world, a world where promises and incentives were what drove grunt-level employees to perform as much as any of their paychecks. There was a simple rule to these incentives. Their value must be higher to the employee than they were the company. Releasing a F.A.T.E. Agent on their first day might seem high value to the individual, but given what went into the program, it had to be even higher value to the DWMA. This was a farce. Some people had probably already pieced that together. Some of them didn't care.

But, Gauss did care. He wouldn't be so easily manipulated. This just presented itself an opportunity.

Given he was so internally adamant this was a farce, the heated speeches from the others had little bearing on him, either. What point was there in hot air over a blatant lie?

"Well, Athena, I do believe I've already commit myself to being your escort," Gauss told her, his decision to effectively forfeit this match taking just a few moments of mental calculation. The ball bearing he had floating was still doing so, although now he had shifted his hand from the form of a gun to a flat palm to let it float freely mid-air. He used his opposite hand just a moment prior to check his phone, but now had slipped it back into his pants pocket. "So, what would have me do, if you want to play ball?" he asked, slipping out a charming smirk. Somehow sincere. He'd have fought any of them if she asked, if only to keep the momentum. And if only to play his own game instead of theirs. "Do promise to visit if you do score--just one day seeing you sounds like heartbreak to me," Gauss added. Although this time, it wasn't for the flirtation. It was to slip in that line. If she scored. Her victory. Not his. Even now, he tried to downplay his presence as a competitor.



 



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Thaddeus Thales

"Gauss"

Species Human
Partner None
Rank Fate Agent

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


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"What makes you think you could?" Gauss replied with a rather stoic tone. He saw the shift in Athena. As attractive as it may be, he felt it was undeserved. So quick to anger from Zosar, so rash with Kasper. She was quick to act, but not to think. And, that playful little wink. See, he thought of that earlier. Should he, should he not? But no one actually winked. It was a dead give away. Girl, guy, something in-between or so off the spectrum he would need a class to understand the term--it didn't matter. No one winked. It was a universal constant. At least, not flirtatiously. With that act, and her attitude, Gauss saw just how much this girl thought she was in a different league.

But, she wasn't.

"Only an idiot would think scoring that ball is a free pass back to the DWMA. It would be a bad business decision. Besides, it defeats the whole purpose. If someone were to score a point, it would either by by hurting the others or some underhanded tactic; in either case, it doesn't mean they've fixed why they're here," Gauss explai--no. He didn't explain it to her. He talked down to her. Lecturing her like she was some student. A belittling tone in his voice as if she had no idea this was some farce.

"If you knew better, you would never make a man like me your target. Zosar, was it from earlier? The OG of finger-guns? He would have absolutely no chance against me, so why do you think you do? Don't tell me it's because of that pretty face; while I would to ruin it, I mostly certainly would if need be," Gauss said, intentionally goading Athena after taking a step back to turn to her. His body language changed. He wasn't open and flirtatious. He was open, sure, but open to move. Fluidly. If he needed to react, he would. For anyone with any amount of martial experience, the change in his demeanor both verbally and physically were plain as day.

"To be blunt, fuck the field," Gauss added, all the while pouring his Wavelength through his body. He didn't hold back. He allowed the full breadth of his Wavelength to course through his muscles and seep out into the environment around him, tugging gently on anything metallic in the area via sheer proximity. And, his soul was just as strong as anyone on that battlefield, just with the caveat of his Unique Wavelength. "Hit me now if you think you can," he told her. Instructed her.



 
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Daniella Ethalyn | DWMA Lot C
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Sweetcheeks...

Dani paused in her step. Besides the nickname, it didn't particularly matter where blondie was aiming when Dani was at risk of being hit with a ragdoll. Her teeth grit, having half a mind to turn around and engage with the chaos the meeting point was developing into. Certainly, Dani had some more colorful vocabulary compared to Athena.

Sweetcheeks, that was just cute.

"Motherf-" Dani began to murmur. However, the neon-colored girl inhaled and exhaled once again. No fighting. Not yet, at least.

Whatever history Athena had with Zosar, they may as well be exes with this interaction. There was an inkling of curiosity as to what that history was, given all this. However, that interest was quickly stifled. Dani didn't want to learn about them, or be interested in them. Arm's length was still too close for her comfort. This--This would make what came later much easier.

The morbidity had taken over her anger for the moment, causing her scowl to soften somewhat. As Dani returned from her own headspace, the environment had shifted. She looked around, examining the changes before checking her phone upon hearing the ping.

Staring at the screen with wholehearted aversion, Dani finally scoffed and shoved it into the double pocket of her hoodie.

"What fuckin' bullshit is this now? Gimme a break," She commented aloud.

Now, Dani had half a mind to just leave. She was never the ambitious type. No, that was Mikey. He was the one who actually held a vested interest in becoming something within the DWMA and making a difference. Dani just wanted the madness treatment and the structure; something she could predict and expect. She was here because, reasonably, it would be similar. At least, that was the prediction.

Still, that was merely a fleeting thought brought on by a little ire. Where else was she supposed to be if not here?

"What is this, a revolution now...?" She murmured, deadpanning at Nadia's speech.

Even if the offer was true, which it wasn't, Dani didn't want a free pass. She wasn't really itching to fight with anybody around here, either. Her shoulders slumped a bit in defeat as she watched the anarchy develop. There were a couple others that seemed to be avoiding the situation entirely, a club Dani herself would join. No one had pissed her off to an extent that she would jump in on this sinking ship.

Stepping back, Dani sought to give a wide birth to her and the many who were trying to take the ball as well as those just looking to fight.
 



Zosar | DWMA | Lot C


He'd sensed the energy in the split second as it'd emerged. The field changed, and when it did Zosar found himself nothing more than curious. Magic, invisibility. There were no spells, magic circles, runecraft or anything of the like he could see as the field shifted around them. Then the text message and the explanation. The balls, the goal post, the task. It made him wonder that if these things had been rendered invisible--

--was it possible whoever was watching them was also? Were they here out on the field with them? Watching? Or were they some distance away with spells that could teleport them in unnoticeable to even his senses? These were questions that made Zosar wonder. The idea that he couldn't even detect the magic till the last second made him wonder just how skilled the ones who'd made this spell was. While his mother had always been somewhat vocally disappointed in the fact he had not inherited the full might of her Wiccan genes, he did get schooled in the subject- and that partially continued in DWMA for a better understanding of working with Guild members. It was a curious thing really, how far technology had come since Prof. Davis investment into Magitech itself.

The fact this contraption was specifically designed to subdue him much like everyone else's had their own designs no doubt, was not lost on him.

The task here and now however, was of no real concern. What was, was the reactions of his peers. The moment he'd finished reading the text Zosar had the feeling, the understanding that most of his peers here would not take it kindly to such a task being given. Maybe some would jump at the opportunity, like Athena from what his senses were detecting as his eyes flicked over to her, but it was clear from the wavering shift and the growing intensity of the flames that made up Zari's soul that he was downright pissed. The growing frost and ice that stemmed from Nadia as she made her speech only served to cement that belief. While Nadia's fury at the abnormality of this task did make her incredibly hot with the defiance she was portraying in Zosar's eyes, coupled with Zari's own disdaining not doing bad to appear more appealing either-- it was exactly what this task was looking for; reactions.

This whole trial was just set up to look at how they'd all react. If they would fight each other for the end goal, it'd probably prove a point somewhere that they were all incorrigible. To spend months getting ready for something, just to take the easy way out? Pathetic, simple-minded at its worst. Plain said, at best. If he was going to be offered the golden apple- he'd rather work his fingers raw before he

Watching as Sara even joined in, taking Noah with her. His attention on the three or four, as they approached the Bloodsucker whose name he now knew to be Jarvis, was torn away by a change. Shortly after Athena's soul had flared, so did Gauss. The shift in emotion from Athena's excitement flipped to outrage, and the fact it was not directed at him made him look.

"Hm", was all he thought. It was clear someone had said something, watching the display- he saw nothing but certain confidence in Gauss. Something that...he was pretty sure he didn't like. It reminded him too much of how he'd approached Susan, Becky and Angela when all three had once initially brushed him off. Gauss had always been confident. When it came to mingling with strangers that was just part of the game. You needed to display a level of certainty that The only thing that'd been his saving grace, had been the Wavelength he had. The fact he knew about Gauss' wavelength through observation of him showing off to the girls on multiple occassions, was his benefit here.

The issue was, even if he wanted to step in between Athena and his fellow player, he had no interest in getting pulled into a fight. Not only would Gauss push his buttons since he had this damn disruptor on his arm to give him the advantage- there was no point in stepping in when Athena would just take that as an insult right off the bat. No, if she was going to get his help, it'd only be after he saw she needed it. Gauss may have been a bit of a prude ignoring him and the other guys to focus on their friends for all the good it had done him in the end considering Angela had been the only one he ended up scoring with- but he wasn't stupid. He knew enough to know the guy wouldn't pull something dumb even if shooting him with that stupid bearing had been considering the guy had no clue what he was in here for given rumors tended to branch out far and wide.

Deciding to turn his attention to others, what caught his attention were two separate things immediately. The first was Dani's simmering frustration at the situation that was quelled almost instantly. When he looked at her, he could've sworn he saw something around the air vibrate. As she moved in the general vicinity of the chain whip Weapon, it was that same Weapon that caught his eye.

Her soul quivered, wrapped in anxiety and frustration, the nerves bellied the burning furnace within. Zosar stared at the Weapon's soul for a moment and found he did not like what he saw, not one bit. The restraint fed into anger- self-consciousness, a lingering sense of hate, he could see the mixed cocktail all swirling in her and so without even waiting a moment he moved straight towards Dani, calling out to her: "Hey Dani wait up!" He called out to her. Moving swiftly on his feet. "Dani, whoa wait, hold up, let me come with. I'd rather get away from the craziness over there. If no one's even going to bother why care, right? Here, let's go over there" he nodded over to where the chain whip Noah had been talking to before was. "She seems a bit tense given everything least we can do is provide some presence or something y'know."

Though he wasn't sure if that would work. From what he'd seen even when Noah was there, the swirling mixture of emotions had been there. It was why it was so hard to recall just who she was. He knew her, for certain- but the signature was so oddly covered up with all this extra gunk he couldn't tell just yet.

That was about to change. If Dani came great, if she seemed resistant to tagging along, Zosar would politely part ways, heading over to Adrasteia regardless.



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As he stood up to his full height from his perch close to the treeline, his eyes were fixed on Adrian. He couldn't possibly have missed the wails and screams emanating from his wavelength and following him across the field. But what did he want now? The excitement on his face was obvious, and the emotional energy was matched with Zari's death glare.

Azariah listened to his challenge, and immediately the tenseness in his body disappeared. The anger in his eyes and the flickering of flames in his soul vanished, as well. There was assurance in the promise of battle, a predictability that put his tattered mind at ease. With unprecedented calm he cocked his head to one side and put a hand on the hoop over his shoulder. If Adrian wanted a competition, he'd get one - but it might not turn out like he'd expect it to. Lucidly, Azariah weighed the situation. He was on the defensive, simply waiting out a timer until the powers that be decided that enough was enough. Adrian wanted to fight. Azariah didn't have to. Still, if it came to blows, there were a number of issues at hand.

Adrian's powers were impressive. Zari was familiar with the transformative capabilities of a weapon, and judging by the second spike he now summoned Adrian may very well be capable of summoning more. Zari was unarmed, and Adrian had omnidirectional offensive - and therefore also defensive - capabilities. Farther range, and at least a good portion of Zari's physical speed. Then there was the matter of the wavelength, too. Zari hadn't minded physical pain for years, but if only a handshake felt like multiple fractures then he wouldn't like to imagine what an actual attack felt like. Intrinsically, he knew that feeling something beyond the pain he could ignore might very well send him over the edge, and it made the incapacitation collar around his neck itch.

It wasn't a good match up, but there was nothing new about that. If Zari couldn't punch above his weight he wouldn't have been alive to stand here now.

However, as Adrian assumed a combat ready stance, there were holes in his otherwise impenetrable armor. Azariah knew combat, and he knew Krav Maga. It was primarily a defensive technique, based around a philosophy of creating an opening to escape unscathed, militaristically potent when paired with a sidearm, not blades. It didn't befit dodging, an offensive approach, nor an initiation of combat against a practiced martial opponent. Repetitive strike patterns and useless versus grapples - though grappling with Adrian would be a death sentence. More than anything however, it was simple. Easy to learn. Adrian may very well have shirked his martial practice in favor of mastering his transformations, or perhaps just arrogance. It was exploitable, especially when Azariah wasn't about to throw himself at an opponent he'd do better to avoid.

Even if it was a clever rouse to gauge his reaction, Azariah felt far more confident. The spikes weren't immune to soul force, and with their size they were far easier to keep tabs on. He'd keep a safe distance from each point of Adrian's body, maybe fold wavelength attack into his evasive hand traps. Stay away from their points, too. It wasn't unlikely they could get longer. Krav Maga was meant to be swift and aggressive, so prolonging the fight and tiring Adrian out was a far safer bet than trying to outgun him.

Zari raised his head again, and with surprising clarity he spoke. "If there's no hoop, there's no game. No one here deserves to win, but the game's for a reason. I want to see it." He held out his hands, palms inward with his elbows bent, as if holding an invisible bowling ball. "I have a question too." His dull expression lit up as he faced slightly upwards to look down at Adrian with a gentle playfulness in the back of his eyes. "If you're trying to fight me," He clapped his hands together once, and sparks erupted to signify a primed soul force, "why are you standing like you're trying to run?"

He pressed his right foot into the ground, letting loose the latent energy and sending a cloud of debris into the air to obscure vision. In the ruckus of the falling dirt, he stepped aside from his former position and unleashed a second soul force to send part of the cloud towards the forest, faking his own escape. Then he focused on the noise of Adrian's wavelength.

He was undeniably strong, but Azariah wasn't about to make this easy for him.

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Jarvis Briseis - DWMA, Lot C
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The ball (half) was in reach. Another millisecond, no, less than a millisecond, and the wooden object would’ve been in his grasp. However, before Jarvis could even touch it, a golden stick seemed to come in from behind and, with upward swing reminiscent of a croquet mallet swing, the ball half was sent up in the air. Eyes locked on his goal, the young bloodsucker reacted instinctively, dropping into a squat before shooting into the air after it with a jump far beyond what a normal human (without the assistance of wavelength) was capable of.

Flip and catch.

Landing back in a squatting position, Jarvis considered simply running with his catch…but he didn’t think turning his back to the half-werewolf holding the five-foot long, demon weapon was a good idea. Sara had been fast enough to catch up to him after all, even with his head start. Granted, the sun was also out and he couldn’t call himself the most hard-working of bloodsuckers in terms of physical training, but still…it was an impressive feat. Or it would’ve been, if she were alone. Jarvis didn’t know what abilities the metal staff possessed, but it wasn’t difficult to feel their wavelengths bouncing off each other to amplify the meister’s own. Resonance, even at its most basic, wasn’t something to take light of.

Then there were other factors to consider—like the Russian girl yelling at the top of her lungs who’d taken up the center field, seeming to call for defiance against the ‘game’ created by the ones in charge of the F.A.T.E program and her intent not to let anyone win.

Or the subsequent crashing sound that resulted from the goal post being knocked down.

Straightening, Jarvis couldn’t help but shoot a brief glance over to where debris kicked up at the other end of the field where the goal post was. Or once was. His sharp eyes picked up two boys, a weapon and meister from the looks of it, that seemed to be squaring off for the goal hoop. Jarvis sighed. “What an…interesting…way to play…”

Not that there were many rules to begin with. Connect the two halves of the ball. Score the goal. The first to do so would ‘immediately complete F.A.T.E’. Sounded simple enough…but, as his gaze returned to the excited wolf-girl resonating with her weapon, Jarvis was starting wonder whether it was worth the hassle. There seemed to be ‘sides’ now…and people who didn’t plain didn’t want to play the game. Or let anyone else play the game. Jarvis rolled his eyes.

Well, if they didn’t want to score, that made things easier for him. While Nadia’s speech was impressive and a degree of logic to it, it didn’t particularly have much sway over Jarvis…who didn’t exactly have the same problems as the others entering the F.A.T.E program did. Besides, if she truly believed that their ‘coward’ teacher had no intention of providing the reward to the first person that scored, why was she so insistent in stopping others from attempting it? The truth was that none of them knew anything—about the one in charge of the them, the program, etc. From the moment they first received the text to go to ‘Lot C’ until now, there’d been two messages. If Jarvis had no reason to believe the first message was a lie, he didn’t have a reason to believe the second one was. He’d give the program, and its instructor, the benefit of the doubt.

They were all acting on their own interpretation of the instructions anyway.

‘Complete F.A.T.E’ was pretty vague. Was F.A.T.E referring to the program itself, or just the current program session? What would happen if someone did manage to get the 2 halves through the hoop? The Jarvis wasn’t an idealist. However, he didn’t really lose anything by playing along with the instructions either. Or with DWMA and their FATE program. Whether or not he succeeded in scoring, he knew at Atli would be rolling in her grave if he didn’t at least try for the easy opportunity. Her soul was a part of him now, after all.

Tucking the foot-ball half he possessed under one arm, the young bloodsucker eyed the spinning movements of the demon staff, as both his hands transformed into black, clawed gauntlets with a red gem at the back—reminiscent of his weapon form. “…That must be the partner you were talking about.”

Jarvis cocked his head at the pair. “If you’re both ‘with Nadia’, do you think me a coward for wanting to complete the program as well?”

It didn’t really matter to Jarvis either way how they responded. Jarvis was simply curious…and buying time while he slowly edged his way to the second half of the ball, not letting his eyes away from the resonating duo in case they decided to switch their target from the ball to him. One half by itself was useless, after all. It took two halves connected to score. Then he’d have to contend with whoever got the goal in the end...assuming it didn't get destroyed given the blaring wavelengths and all. Jarvis’s shoulders sagged as he mentally sighed.

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There was little strength or effort in Kasper's handshake as he continued to smile, waiting for Sara to reciprocate the gesture. While his outward demeanour may have implied that he was someone capable of being courteous, his inner thoughts were far from civil. 'Who or what isn't my type is not up for you to decide. If I deem her even remotely interesting, then I am very much obliged to want to make her mine... before ultimately breaking her. The same applies to you and everyone else here...' thought Kasper; though thankfully it was highly unlikely that she was a mind reader. "Haha, maybe... maybe not... but there is no harm in having a little fun is there?" replied Kasper as he continued his façade while still waiting for the hand shake that would never come.

However It seemed someone else had other thoughts as Sara was whisked away by another short statured boy, one whom Kasper had not had the opportunity to interact with just yet. It was a shame that Kasper would not get to make a friend even if his intentions were solely for appearances sake. Even if he had no intentions of becoming genuine friends with anyone here, it was still a basic necessity that he was not a complete outcast from his soon to be comrades. A small price to pay for becoming the Wolf in sheep's clothing. Alas, with Sara being stolen away; it had left Kasper alone with Prudence; perhaps this in itself was an opportunity to exploit.

The opportunity to toy with her would however be put on hold as the space they found themselves began to change. Through the corner of his eyes, Kasper had noticed the sudden appearance of the blue orbs levitating in the sky above; before they were split apart into two. "Hmmm" pondered Kasper, half interested as he watched the light show above them. More interested in the glamour rather then the motives behind such an act. "I don't remember the DWMA putting this much effort when I first became an official agent..." he briefly stated, studying the unfolding scene.

As the balls fell to the ground, Kasper's irises quickly shifted as his field of vision changed; effectively zooming in onto the fallen object to better gauge exactly what it was that had fallen to the ground below. The inscription was just about readable at this distance; though even if it wasn't Kaspers choice of actions would hardly change.

"A competition to pit us against one another... how mundane" sighed Kasper, effectively losing that little bit of interest he had managed to garner a few moments earlier. His right hand was now raised; parting a few strands of hair away from his face before he turned to face Prudence. "I've lost interest in this..." he stated bluntly, that plastic smile he had worn earlier no longer upon his face; rather he now appeared for more stern and somewhat intimidating as he stared directly at Prudence; crimson predatory eyes locking onto hers. Though if he could, he'd be staring deep into the recesses of her soul, searching for the true essence of who Prudence really was. To truly understand her before attempting to break her. Alas, he was not given such a gift.

"I don't quite fancy breaking a sweat for a schoolyard game... I don't know about you but I think I'm going to sit this one out. It will be far more worthwhile and entertaining to watch them play along with the higher ups schemes... I mean... If they were willing to let someone pass this program immediately... then it simply defeats the purpose of having us all get reformed in the first place. I highly doubt they will simply let any of us 'pass' so easily." finished Kasper, turning away from Prudence as he went to find a spot to simply sit in.


It would be on the side-lines that Kasper would begin to watch; his eyes darting between the various groups forming as he studied the habits and actions of each and every potential victims to his schemes. Some were very straightforward in their choice of actions, some were far more practical... others were merely delusional; thinking that they were the predator and others the prey. Be that as it may, even those delusional enough to think themselves a predator were simply lower than Kasper on the food chain.

Kasper was watching them all with hawk like precision. Salivating at the idea of sinking his teeth into each and every one of these potential new toys.

A cold wry smile formed as an insatiable lust begun to manifest within himself.
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Azariah vs. Adrian
A Clash of Ideals and Pain Tolerance





Run? This guy thinks I’m going to run? He must sincerely have no idea who I am.

But, he will.

Zari tried some underhanded tactics by creating a cloud of dirt and dust. Not exactly uncommon, but a trick that would only work on someone without training in the skills of a Meister. Was this man underestimating him because he was of his status of an Autonomous Weapon? If so, he was in for a rude awakening. Activating his Soul Perception told Adrian right where Zari was in this range, so the opening act of this match had little impact on how Adrian intended to proceed.Adr

Zari’s tongue clicked in disappointment, but it was to be expected. It’d be hard to function autonomously if you couldn’t track well. Still, as the vortex of pained voices approached him and he readied himself for the whining of blades through air, it’d give him a less clear fix on his body for some time.

Adrian dashed forward with no hesitation. No more words. No more foreplay for this fight. It was on. His speed, while impressive, was not quite on par with that of Zari, but the range granted to him by the spikes on his hands he kept in front of him while running changed that dynamic considerably. Adrian reached back with one of his spikes even further, pulling it out as if for a direct jab just a few feet before reaching striking distance.

That, however, was not the spike he intended on attacking with. Just before reaching Zari, Adrian took a dive to his left, retracting the spike on that hand and instead generating one from his elbow which he pointed directly at the ribcage of his new adversary mid roll. Zari was right on at least one count. His attacks were omnidirectional.

In the ample time while Adrian caught himself in a roll, Zari quickly worked his way backward over the now uneven ground. Under the cover of the cloud his ejection and retraction of the blades only registered as dull sheathing sounds, but that was enough for the tokyoite to tell where they were. Krav Maga feint to a hidden stab, seemingly with the very real intent to injure had he stayed in place. He’d have to keep this distance up, but he had to admit that the hoop was moving his center.

But it also offered a unique opportunity. Halfway through his backwards hop, Zari let himself fall backwards. The hoop struck the ground, and carried him a full rotation backwards with its momentum, out of the cloud. He slid to a halt and put a hand on the hoop, smiling ever so slightly to himself for the entertaining gesture. Maybe it could come into use, after all?

Adrian caught himself out of the roll, seeing Zari was definitely deft enough to dodge it. He had certainly hoped so given that injuring a classmate is why he was here in the first place. He was still quite sure Zari would be more than capable with the demonstrations the Meister had given thus far. Although, it would be just his luck to fight someone with a deathwish who would intentionally throw themselves on his spike. Sigh.

Then came a peculiarity. Sure, Zari dodged, but through his Soul Perception, Adrian saw some incredibly odd movements from the Meister that his brain had issues piecing together what he was actually seeing. Was Zari humping the ground? No… rolling. What? How?

Adrian in this time manifested his hand spike again and slammed it straight down through the remaining dust cloud, parting it to create a clear view of Zari who had just finished literally rolling in the wooden goal like it was a tire. His eyebrows raised. The soul perception and his actual perception clicked.

All he could do was laugh. Mid-fight, all this spiked-up adrenaline junky could do was laugh. “What the actual fuck are you doing, man?” Adrian asked quite genuinely, as if the whole little charade was a practical joke.

Zari smiled uncharacteristically as he bounced from foot to foot. “Enjoying the moment.” he briefly said, before putting more force into a bounce and sending himself soaring sideways. He’d lined himself up with the shredded remains of the goal post, and now spun through the air with the added rotational force of the hoop. In a move similar to when he grabbed the post, he jumped and performed two kicks with alternating feet, one roundhouse sending another shotgun blast of wooden shrapnel at Adrian, followed by a back kick uprooting what remained of the pole. As it tumbled across the field at the autonomous weapon, Zari used the force of his attack to begin a sprint for the tree line.

Adrian saw the Meister laugh, then decide to destroy the rest of the pole. What an exciting fight. Adrian lifted his left hand to turn it into the iron door of the Maiden, allowing him to block the incoming debris and dodge anything too large or dangerous. Had Zari knew he could do that, he was quite sure the Meister wouldn’t have attempted such a trick. As for the larger log, though, what the Hell was he thinking? If Adrian was some type of pussy, that might be an issue, but to him, it was just another obstacle. If anything, he was insulted that Zari would think kicking it at him would slow him down.

For a moment, a grandiose idea to impale the pole on his spike only to throw it back at Zari, but that provided another issue. He would have to remain still longer. Zari was on the run. That would eat up precious time. Instead, Adrian did what anyone who could keep a cool head would do and lunged out of the way of the incoming pole and in the same direction as Zari, now starting a chase.

“Didn’t you bitch at me earlier about running? Are you a pussy somethin’? Get back here,” Adrian shouted at Zari, taunting him as he tried to catch up. It was true, somewhere between the moot traded blows Zari’s attention to the game as a whole was being replaced with seeing how far he could go with Adrian. In fact, the show of eccentricities and running away was all to get him on his tail and attempt something unassuming. His smile grew just a bit wider and more crooked as he both heard the wavelength and the words behind him, and he initiated something odd.

One hop, two, a flip. It was as if he was practicing an Olympic gymnast routine, skipping and performing more and more rotational spins with each landing, but in actuality he was intentionally slowing down to lessen the distance between the two - and building moment. At the zenith of a triple double flip, the hoop over his shoulder worked its way into his hand. Using the full kinetic build up, he landed and let the hoop fly to strike his pursuer, while he quickly shifted and dashed up into the small blind spot behind it.

Adrian saw the hoop dislodge from Zari and wasn’t quite sure what type of play he was making. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, maybe? It all seemed like an unnecessary use of energy. More so, Adrian was aware of this: he shouldn’t have caught up. Zari let him. Even with the goal, Adrian knew his limits and saw what Zari was capable of. Zari had to be faster than him. Without self-resonance, Adrian wouldn’t have a chance of beating Zari in a dead sprint.

If Zari was going to use some off-the-wall strategy, then so would Adrian. Waiting until the last minute he could for the hoop to basically hit him, Adrian then came to a dead stop. Sort of. Factually, what he did was a full weapon transformation becoming his true Iron Maiden self. His intention was simple. If the hoop was coming at him, he would catch it inside himself, then impale it until it was no more. Given Zari gave the goal plenty of momentum to do so, it was bound to end up inside his iron shell and with his last minute timing, it was essentially already half in.

The speed at which Zari had to course correct dug his boot into the field, but failed to kill his momentum. Stiff as a stick, he rebounded off of the field in a vaguely controlled spin, up and over the hoop. But now, Adrian had fully transformed. The endless lines of spikes both inside and outside its construction were laid out in front of him. It was still risky, but this might be the best opportunity.

Seizing a brief moment of control over his rotation, Zari kicked the air to alter his course as both his hands sparkled with energy. The head of the iron maiden was just within reach, and in a desperate shift, upside down above him in the air, he threw his hands around it and depleted his wavelength into it.

And it burned. The force of the connection amplified a thousand-fold as Adrian’s wavelength stormed through his arms. It felt like having them run over by a truck, burned over a bonfire, and more distinctly, it felt like being caught in an explosion and filled with metal fragments. Again.

Zari’s breath caught in his throat. The energy released by his soul force had sent him soaring through the air, landing several meters away, but his stature wasn’t as proud as it had been. His shoulders more slumped, his fingers still slightly twitching from the experience. He must’ve lost focus, probably wasted one of the two techniques he tried to blast in tandem. Adrian was a problem. He couldn’t grit through this kind of pain so readily.

It was a battle of willpower. There was no other description. Zari may have been experiencing excruciating pain, but Adrian felt like he was incinerated from the inside out. He felt their wavelengths intermingle from the head of his Iron Maiden form and create a chorus of searing pain through his metallic interior. There was nothing he could do about it. This was nothing like tanking some standard Soul Force hit. This was… on a whole new level. What did this Agent do to get here? Even after the initial burst, it left Adrian feeling somewhat drained. Like the fire that burned in his skull was consuming his very flesh, metallic or not. He had to learn more about this ability.

One thing spurred Adrian through the pain. His raw excitement. Oh, yes, this is what Hell surely felt like in any religion regardless of your God. This is what the burning pits of purgatory had to be like. But this came from a man. This came from someone that was his peer. This came from a Meister wielding no weapon capable of fighting him head on. This is exactly what Adrain wanted in his musings from the cafe earlier. Adrian was typically no masochist, but Zari gave him exactly what he wanted.

Adrian returned to his human form, the red light of transformation giving him a few feet on the opposite side of Zari with the now slightly punctured goal, although it was now flatly falling to the ground. Adrian, still in fairly immense pain, could only chuckle. A chuckle that turned into a more manic laugh than even the one earlier when Zari was rolling with the ball.

“If you want the goal so bad, take it,” Adrian told him, still jovial. “You gave me the fight I was looking for; Meisters before you were all talk until we fought, then they whined about having no weapon… you are a welcome change. You gave me something to look forward to. We can spar another day without this stupid piece of wood, so do as you will. Just hit me up later,” Adrian explained to him, forfeiting their fight now in favor of one for later.

As the laughter started, Zari painstakingly shifted into a front stance in anticipation of another assault, but none came. His chest was heaving after air for the first time since he got here, and he looked on in mild disbelief as the weapon - who’d just taken a soul force to the skull, no matter how distilled it had been - spoke in coherent sentences. Behind him, the goal hoop slowly spun to a stop on the ground.

Secretly, Zari was relieved. He might have been able to keep up the trading of blows for a little longer, but any attack that would truly shake Adrian would push him so much closer to the edge, and if he lost himself there then the collar would put him out of commission. Not to mention the earful he might end up receiving from his therapist. He relaxed and did his best to disguise how jarred he’d really been.

In reality he couldn’t see a way of besting Adrian without losing the collar, but there was something about the prospect he couldn’t quite resist. Adrian’s skillset perfectly countered him. Punishing any attack he’d land on him, forcing him to exert way too much energy just to gain an opening. Beating him would be the ultimate effort to prove that he’s capable of rising above his weaknesses. Though disproportionally tired given he suffered no injuries, Zari met Adrian’s eyes with determination.

“Yeah. I’ve never lost before. I’ll kick your ass.” There was ambiguity in his words and tone. Almost as if he considered this a loss, but at the same time as if he considered himself a victor.

But it was time to focus back on the task at hand. Forcing his limbs to abide by his rule, he hurriedly walked over to the wooden hoop and slung it over his shoulder again, scanned the rest of the battlefield and slowly started backing towards the forest. Nobody had come for them just yet, but with the way things were looking it was only a matter of time - and he’d need a minute to quell the madness quietly whispering murder into his ear. With the loop at the ready and a game to stall, he looked to Adrian. “I could use a hand though. You in?”

Adrian considered his offer. More fights? Sure. But, his skull was still throbbing from the searing pain that coursed through it. He also didn’t want to indulge in this game, he found his fight. “Not my fight, bud, besides, my skull feels like it’s on fucking fire. Since I can’t kill anyone here, it’ll be a moment before I can fight with some restraint–those spiky things you saw aren’t just for looks,” Adrian said, declining the offer given. “A word of advice for my wavelength. It doesn’t do any real damage and only lasts a few minutes if I don’t reapply it. Buy yourself some time and you’ll be good as new,” he said, at least offering him some advice on how to proceed in his current state.

Zari shot him a quick glance of genuine surprise. There was no rhyme or reason with this weapon, he laid himself bare to his opponent. “... Thanks!” The smile on Zari’s face was genuine before he burst off to put some distance between himself and the other students.

Once he was gone, Adrian walked over to a nearby tree. Fairly large, pretty thick. Zari had his own game, but Adrian had one for himself. He extended a spike to cut through the tree, smash through it really. The goal was just wood, right? Adrian grinned as he pulled a large chunk of the tree to him with his hand clenching onto it now as a restraint before turning into his Iron Maiden form. With his spikes on the inside, he began whittling away at two thick pieces of wood, spewing out sawdust from the opening on his front.

In just a little while, he would test if the students could tell one goal from the other. One fake, one real. A different element to the game.





 
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Nadia Semyonov - Location: DWMA Lot C

Caught by surprise for a brief instant, Nadia began to power up past where she was, glancing at the tattooed man as he passed, she did not flinch nor take a step back as her gaze followed him before stopping just beyond her shoulder as she heard a loud crash and smash it was then that she turned her head to see what he had done, and she had felt his presence. Laughing a bit at that she holds her right thumb up in salute. "Why didn't I think of that?"

With a shake of her head, she starts to focus on all the others, so far only one had went for half of the ball, the one she marked as a bloodsucker with a couple eyes lingering, her speech which in hindsight was a bit too much, even if in honesty had attracted two, or rather, three others to her cause, with the girl called Sara and another male linking up as a team and heading out to stop the current ball grab. She would not be needed there. However, for the vast majority the rest just did not care or were gravitating to fight others rather than do the objective.

Some how she felt that this wasn't because of her own speech, but rather because they were that unmotivated or seen the test as a trap or false promise and did not react as she did. Clicking her tongue at that, Nadia watches as the self-made goalie was seemingly becoming one of those fighting another that she thought about right before. "...Now I have to back up my words huh? What to do?"

Trying to think outside the box as the tattooed man had done, she noticed something that could keep to her word and end the game at once. Well maybe. She wasn't sure on that. Drawing upon her wavelength in full, or close to it, Nadia decided to go all out. For those with soul perception or an attunement towards it, a feeling akin to those of the more violent of their number was given off, of violence and hate, though with a subtle and rhythmic feel. It wasn't destruction for the sake of chaos, but violence for the sake of conquest, akin to the blizzard and frigid conditions that some others had perceived during her earlier powering up of her wavelength, aiming to blanket and to be at the front. A march of winter.

With this and putting her effort into it, Nadia shot off at once, while not as fast as Zari or Sara, she was still well past human norms by several factors as she closed the distance across the field, heavy foot falls leaving imprints and tearing up soil as she ran for the other half of the ball. Nearing it and falling to a slide, Nadia pointed towards the main DWMA campus on the hill and whips her right leg back and launches it in a full-strength kick to send the ball half out and away from the field. Though her movements were hardly concealed and there was a chance another could block the shot or attempt blocking the woman herself if they were quick enough. If they were not, then the ball half may break apart or end up going through a window in the buildings beyond.

Interactions: Prizzy Kriyze Prizzy Kriyze (Azariah)

Mentions: Various, of note QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel (Jarvis)
 
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Location: Lot C
Interactions: Jarvis ( QuirkyAngel QuirkyAngel )
Mentions: Nadia ( RedArmyShogun RedArmyShogun ), Zari ( Prizzy Kriyze Prizzy Kriyze ), Adrian ( Sir Les Paul Sir Les Paul )


Sara thought she managed to hit the ball away from Jarvis just far enough, but he proved to be far more quick and agile than she thought. Sara watched him land in a squat, Noah's staff form laying over her shoulders and upper back as she lazily laid her arms by her wrists on the weapon. It was deceptively a defensive maneuver due to how fast her wrist flicks were. She watched him before her eyes focused on Adrian and Zari fighting far away, with Zari having destroyed the pole of the goal. Clever.

She nodded at Jarvis' assessment, giggling a little.
"That is very interesting. It looks really fun!"

"Of course, you would...." Noah sighed audibly from his weapon form, the tiredness in his voice could be heard as it echoed from an end of the staff.

Sara seeing Jarvis realize what's going on, with people picking fights with one another or actively not participating being the vast majority, she wondered why he rolled his eyes. Was he better than everyone else? Able to pass very quickly regardless? But wouldn't he need a partner? Unless he went autonomous, which Sara greatly respected. Like that Adrian fellow further away, it seemed like she was surrounded by those to be careful of, but to also give her respect to them.

Sara was very relaxed despite what she should be doing, which was squaring off with Jarvis. She didn't think she could take him easily, no. She just didn't want to hurt him. Being already partnered was an unfair, uphill battle and she didn't want to be a complete asshole, like Noah. She watched as his hands transformed and her eyes widened in awe.
"Ooohhh, that's cool. A Gauntlet weapon." She paid attention to what he said and she nodded with a happy smile, Noah sighing once again, an irritated grumble audible and sounding like it was echoing from the same staff end.

"Yup. Sometimes, regrettably."

Sara ears were facing Jarvis, her eyes trained on him but out of child-like curiosity, not like a predator. With a question, she shook her head, however, she noticed he was leaving, inching closer to the the other half. "Nope, while we do agree with her point, I don't want to be as harsh as looking down on others. That's not how I want to make friends. Besides, I can see you would benefit more from passing because you aren't as broken as the others, except for a deep sadness. But that's not my place to know." She followed him in an easy pace, keeping her distance as she situated the hold of Noah, pulling him off her shoulders with one hand as she held him behind her. "Besides, you'd make an amazing Autonomous Weapon if you can't find a partner. If you even want one. Unfortunately for you, I don't want to just give you the win that easily. If you want it that badly, you have to get through me." That's when she noticed Nadia. With a fleeting look towards Jarvis, she flew towards Nadia to block Jarvis' attempts at getting close, using her skill in maneuvering Noah to keep her distance from Jarvis and deterring his progress from reaching Nadia, who was in the process of kicking the ball towards the DMWA building.

 
the reaction from the tired looking girl made xander snigger a little though he tried his best to conceal the giggling. As she jumped up into the hood of a car in surprise it was just the perfect amount of silliness combined with how she relaxed so quickly seemed more like she’d worked it out in theory at least, Xander jumping up onto the hood of the car and just nuzzling himself against the girl and just playing himself off as a regular smol snow leopard. Even if that wasn’t at all regular but who cares. Purring softly that was when the chaos truly started.

wooden balls and pillar emerged from the lot xander raising an eyebrow as he observed quietly. Peaking over the girls shoulder when the phone message arrived and seeing that then monster cat sensed shenaniganry a foot, and mostly Becuse he too was a master of shenanigans, another girl did mention this also making a big old speech about it before everything went to total shit people rushing after the ball some actually half a ball there where two halves so interesting. But people where going after either seemingly falling into the trap so blatant or perhaps it was the intention to see what they were capable of? And that Noah kid was a staff, seemed to be the werewolf girls partner.. funny smelled a bit like the dog in the apartments… maybe they where one in the same. Xander was content to watch for now, however noticing the actions of the girl that gave the big as speech running towards the ungrabbed half of the ball, interested xander though he must as well muck in and have a bit of fun. jumping off the hood of the car and dashing toward the ball to try and intercept of course distance as is he’d never make it in time the girl falling into a slide and was clearly gonna kick it and he wasn’t gonna get there so the next best option was the good ol flash bang. A point of light forming near the girl and the ball, expanding rapidly in a rainbow flash of intense light and a small firework sound, xander closing his eyes and he kept running towards the ball his plan was simple grab it and hand it to the tired girl see what would happen hopefully then flash bang had likely ruined the trajectory she was going for so, to add more confusion the kick seemed to cause 2 identical glowing ball halves to be launched one real the other a mere simulacrum. Good ol magic let you do some really funny shit like this. Xander stopping running to admire his work..… aaahd the. It hit him… this sorta sprite of the moment trickery was exactly why he was in the F.A.T.E program to begin with… oh well can’t change so quickly right?
 

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