Fantasy The War (The_MAD_Q-WinterScoutus23)

TheMADQ · Jan 23, 2019

Beleth
So let the war Beguin

Beleth · Jan 25, 2019

Name: Valentina Cavalcanti

Species: Country Persona (“Human” to non-magic users/non-supernatural)

Country: Brazil

Age: roughly 20’s

Personality: Valentina (Val) could be described as up and going, always seeking out for a good party. In her free time when not partying she is (reluctantly) taking care of official political work and looking to major countries for resources and support to boost her own territory.

History: { Anything applying to actual Brazilian History }

Abilities: able to sense anything going on in her territory, knows everything that goes on with her citizens from birth, death, thoughts and uprisings (does not apply to non-brazilians), capoeira, able to sense other countries

Strengths: Reliable, loyal and adventurous

Weaknesses: self-destructive lifestyle, lazy, uninterested in running her country

Appearance: https://myrealdomain.com/images/anime-girl-black-hair-brown-eyes.png

Name: Maisy

Age: 26

Species: Advanced Artificial Intelligence

Model: ( ??? )

Function: Programmer

Personality: Could be described as aloof overall. Maisy has no time nor interest in emotionally connecting with others and would very much prefer to remain in her lab at all times fussing with new robotic creations. The only time she would be seen outside of her white walled corner would be if she is conversing with others that could significantly benefit her visions.

History: Maisy was once created by a recluse who spent all of his time simply creating and programming artificial intelligence. His purpose was to try and heavily ‘assist’ humanity by offering freedom from the ‘slaving of work’. Maisy’s purpose was to stand by his side, retrieve needed items, report the daily news and even describe the weather so that her creator would not so much as to step outside. They had a good relation overall but distant. Maisy’s creator was only interested in furthering his own goals and paid little mind to the consequences of the amount of intelligence he had placed into Maisy.

The android eventually had developed a sense of awareness, her inner programming allowing the artificial individual to reconstruct her own motives, replicate sensations of emotion and even developed a sense of resentment toward her creator. Maisy still withheld her robotic nature, seeing the newfound emotions as an obstacle. It wasn’t long before she found herself lashing out at her creator in pent up frustration, killing him in her rage and taking over his laboratory. Due to her enhanced knowledge of robotics, Maisy was able to recreate everything her owner had dreamt of and more. Now the android seeks to overcome humanity with robotics and even have experimented with human-android hybrids.

Abilities: Advanced programming of robots, mediocre hand to hand combat, master to grandmaster hacking capabilities, full control over her creations, access to hidden protocols created for defensive purposes.

Strengths: Hacking, technology, integrating with humans (to an extent), strategic thinking

Weaknesses: Her lack of offensive/defensive abilities, front lining, capable of being hacked by grandmaster technology personnel, her rival

Appearance:

Name: Another

Species: Android

Model: Protype Model 640

Function: Assassin

Age: 20

Personality: Another could be described as childish and even a bit spaced out in the head. Externally unaware of her surroundings she takes secret pleasure in irritating the living daylights out of her creator, Maisy. She thinks she’s a human.

History: Created by Maisy shortly after her (Maisy) implosion, Another was designed initially to reassure the creator that everything was going to be alright and even offered emotional support, though feigned. As Maisy began to develop herself more, so did Another. Her programming shifted away from supportive to more offensive serving as both a scout and an assassin for anyone who comes near the laboratory. Another has a hidden instinct in her programming to both feel pity and antagonize her prey.

Abilities: swift hand to hand combat, grapple strings, highly sensitive scanners, parkour, ‘killer’ mindset (when activated)

Strength: Hand to hand combat, stealth, integrating with humans, environmental awareness

Weakness: area of control, prone to rewiring/reprogramming, caves into her initial emotional programming, Persistent belief of being a human ( refuses to associate with the ‘r’ word)

Appearance: http://ksvhs.com/wp-content/uploads...nime-black-shorthair-necklace-coat-jacket.jpg

Name: Valentina Cavalcanti

Species: Country Persona (“Human” to non-magic users/non-supernatural)

Country: Brazil

Age: roughly 20’s

Personality: Valentina (Val) could be described as up and going, always seeking out for a good party. In her free time when not partying she is (reluctantly) taking care of official political work and looking to major countries for resources and support to boost her own territory.

History: { Anything applying to actual Brazilian History }

Abilities: able to sense anything going on in her territory, knows everything that goes on with her citizens from birth, death, thoughts and uprisings (does not apply to non-brazilians), capoeira, able to sense other countries

Strengths: Reliable, loyal and adventurous

Weaknesses: self-destructive lifestyle, lazy, uninterested in running her country

Appearance: https://myrealdomain.com/images/anime-girl-black-hair-brown-eyes.png

Brazil (Characters used: Maisy, Another, Valentina)

“Wooooooooooooooow, Supremacy, look over there! Isn’t it pretty? Look!” Another had been tugging on her creator’s arm for the past 3 and a half minutes, begging for the latter to look in the direction that the former’s dainty little finger had been pointing at for the umpteenth time. Something about the Brazilian architecture firmly grasped Another’s attention far more than Maisy would care to admit.

“Not now, Another. Behave yourself.” Maisy pried Another’s fingers off of her arm, prompting the tour guide ahead of them to pause, her back against the incoming and passing crowd. “Please, continue.”

“You sure? We could do this another time.” The said guide frowned, biting the inside of her cheek. These two had been pushing and pulling at one another, playing as some sort of self hindering obstacle with moving forward in the country tour. She shifted to the side once to make way for a passing citizen, patting down an oversized shirt that stopped just at her knees. “You have an entire week, really!”

"I said to continue.” Maisy’s words were more of a hiss, causing the tour-guide - her name tag suggesting her name to be Valentina - to wince lightly before nodding and moving forward. The dark skinned female resumed her ramble from earlier about the level of seafood imports that the country receives and the quality of cacao that is craved around the world.

Maisy resumed in her own thoughts, mentally zoning out the history and economics of Brazilian misfortunes. Unfortunately for the subordinate, they were not there for vacation nor did the creator of the two really care for what her underling had to show her. They were there for the sole purpose of being able to rent some space in Brazil so that she could open a shop for androids.

Truth be told, it’s been a bit of a struggle, trying to get a third world country to invest in a first world level of product but Maisy knew of the benefits of having an accessible luxury in a country of labor. She’d be unstoppable and Valentina knew this all too well.

Simplistically enough, the Brazilian was just a put … stubborn … to put it; always priding on being able to hold her own despite what other representatives (or at least so she sees in the international meetings that go on), the major countries bumbling around about what third world countries need and don’t need. As if children who need to be guided.

“Supremacy …” Another’s voice had almost caused the creator to wince. Almost.

Amidst all of the internal pondering, she had missed her creation and tour guide acquaintance stopping in their tracks, the dark skinned Brazilian clutching a hand over her stomach.

Up above, a swift ripple warbled just a bit over the nation of Brazil. Cutting into the sky like some sort of sci-fi movie, it was the size of a shoot star but was colored like some sort of extraterrestrial object.

As soon as it had appeared, it was gone.

“That’s the second one today,” Valentina frowned. Her hand unwrapped from her stomach, the threatening pain just about gone as soon as the foreign experience had ended.

Beleth · Jan 27, 2019

Name: Jonathan Abovola

Species: Archaic Angel

Age: ( ??? )

Personality: Overly polite with some underlying motives. Very diplomatic with his ways and can swoon those caught off guard.

History: After a massive civil war, Jonathan was elected the leader of Heaven with the expectation that he’d live up to his father’s name (an individual who was well liked for his community mentality). The archaic was not expecting the suggestion to occur and actually was pressured to the position. No one seemed to have stopped to think about whether he really wanted the role or not. One on hand, power was nice but he had no experience in ruling an entire faction.

Eventually he had molded his personality he sees fit to his current position. As a matter of fact, he had grown to love it, all of his experiences both breaking him down and coldening him with each passing day. He grew to be a fit ruler then. Now, some would say, he had mentally snapped. Always smiling and regarding the darkest topics as though it were nothing.

Abilities: Blue energy like flames, levitation, able to bless others, holy healing

Strengths: Diplomacy, networking

Weaknesses: overwhelmingly amount of power contained in his wings; Opening his wings result in immediate death due to the compression on the body, slight temper when things don’t go his way

Appearance: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RGJSa3GJ4iM/hqdefault.jpg

Name: Amos Kneebreaker

Species: Incubus

Age: 17

Personality: Amos is very slick with his ways with the belief that physical attention can overcome anything. He constantly craves contact with others not necessarily out of the desire for a relationship but just to scratch an itch so to speak.

History: Not much to be said here. Amos comes from a family of 4 others with one additional disowned member. Being restricted to his own home had made him antsy, looking for guillible humans to form contracts with.

Abilities: claws, charisma, venomous bite

Strengths: physical interaction, cooking

Weaknesses: rejection, lack of contracts

Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d4/ce/fb/d4cefbfe08e0b5499b4c3fe6df8b569c--anime-demon-boy-anime-guys.jpg

Name: Aedere Dimitrou

Species: Newborn angel

Age: 17

Personality: Grounded, distant towards new individuals but loyal to factions

History: Dying as a proud Greek individual and being reborn as a French angel can do alot to an individual’s mindset. Aedere ascended as an angel and was taken in by Jonathan though Hell seems to have her attention more than she would care to admit. Aedere serves as a scout and as the sole defensive force for Heaven.

Abilities: Protective barrier (yeah that’s it)

Strengths: Reliable, loyal, can protect very well

Weaknesses: Any form of combat, corruption (not a very strong character)

Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ff/87/90/...b39--angel-wings-drawing-anime-angel-girl.jpg

ooc: Hai sorry for double post. I know talks about meeting Jonathan were discussed. I know if I don't post now, it'll never get done. :<
If it's too much writing please let me know and we can talk about which plot to go through with!

The Holy Place

“Tell me again, little imp … what made you think it was a good idea to lurk around Heaven’s territory?” Jonathan Abovola sat back at his desk with a slight grin, all too amused with the sight of an encaged hellion sitting before him. He knew very well what had happened, had a good idea as to why and even already proposed a form of torment for the intruder. But he had to hear it from the runt himself.

Some of his scouts had been roaming when they had found the prisoner, dragging him in; reporting scratch and bite marks all across their body. Amos had no regrets as to what he had been doing and what he’s done once he was caught. The archaic had been lucky enough that there were bars barricading between himself and the holy entity.

“This is your doing …” The demon hissed lowly, tail flickering with each word. “You’re the one creating the weird colours in the sky.”

“Weird colors?” A feminine voice broke in, eyebrows pushing into one another. “You saw those as well?”

“Now, now. Aedere, let the demon speak.” Jonathan chittered, eyes flittering back over to Amos. “He’s the one in question, not you.”

“But sir-” The female’s thought process had trailed upon meeting eyes with her leader, nodding twice.

“Why don’t you do ...other productive things. Like make sure no demon friends come up here and try to play hero, hm?” A slight smile was offered from the archaic, yet the way the expression sat so loosely yet somehow in place had always made the weaker angel a bit uneasy. Still, she nodded and with a slight bow before her superior, the addressed individual had unfurled her wings and took off.

“Now … colors?” Jonathan’s attention shifted thoroughly to Amos, his smile dropping into a poker face of some sort.

“Ripples … colours … some have even reported obstacles moving across the skies. Our kind cannot fly with the exception of the Dark Mistress and a few aerial soldiers. Not in the way your people can, at least.” Another flicker of Amos’ tail as he spoke, nostrils flared into a slight sneer. “I can only assume this is your doing. I have come to request for you to yield.”

Witty Wild · Jan 28, 2019

Witty Wild said:
Appearance: View attachment 514340
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Name: Rei, Hanako
Alias: Rorschach
Age:24
Gender: Male
Height: 5”11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Birthday: 03/10

Species: Ghoul
Rank/Class: S
Kagune/Quinque: Rinkaku- has 6 rinkaku but at the tips they kinda split off into 4 smaller thinner tendrils capable of gripping and grabbing things and “painting “ which is what makes his “art” look like art. His six main Rinkaku, however, are weaker than others and break easier.

Distinguishing Features: intricate back tatoos and rib tattoos. View attachment 514348
A simple black ball tongue piercing.
Mask:View attachment 514341

Likes:
music with meaning,
Dancing
Piano
Writing
Painting
The smell of vanilla
Birds
Yakisoba
Coushi blankets
Rum
Whiskey
Baths
Dislikes:
Rude people
Injustice
Liars
The quiet
CCG
Oppression

Strengths:
Tactical thinking
Charisma
Agility
Weaknesses:
Lying
Wears his heart on his sleave
Contradicting himself
Sacrificial
Secret keeping

Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality: Rei is a rather pleasant man on the outside and a very complicated tangled mess on the inside. Although he is sweet and kind by nature, he often does not so kind things that contradict him. He has a very grey moral compass that quickly gets tossed aside in events where his compulsions or desires get the best of him. He’s generally very passive and caring, until that is he feels the “need “ to act on something. And while he doesn’t like violence, he actively participates in it even when unnecessary. Very slow to be provoked or rise to any bait and has the patience of a saint. Unfortunately it’s when he does snap and go into those darker moments that shit goes down. Rei often Dissasociates to the extreme when vomiting horrible acts, feeling and seeing himself outside his own body as a spectator when murdering or otherwise. Sercetly torments himself about the way he his and feels the need to hold the whole world on his shoulders with all of his secrets.

Bio: Rei grew up almost like a normal child, he was homeschooled by his mother and step father for a while before moving on to college where he studied Arts and Humanites before becoming an Art teacher. During his free time he would often spray paint and create murals around his neighborhood. Rei grew up with a man who very strongly hated ghouls, and took every opportunity to slander and raise hate for them. Of course his step father never knew his step child and Wife were in fact ghouls themselves. It was a great cover, but in the end, it caused a festering of resentment and hate inside Rei. No he never killed the man who caused the crippling doubt, insecurity and depression inside him, but...he did kill plenty of others who slandered his kind. Using them in elaborate art sculptures and painting in their blood. His calling card being the splattering of blood and body parts with the words “what do you see?” Written out. Rei beloved himself to be a true artist, and after all “you can’t spell Paint without Pain”
Extra: likes turtles and birds, but owns exactly one ferret, and two turtles.
Theme: white rabbit by Egypt Central and Wait for It from the musical Hamilton.

Rei had merely been on his way back to his loft, a new set of acrylic paints wrapped neatly and packed tight against his brushes, all perfectly packed in his denim bag. While his face remained serene and polite, inwardly he frowned. The CCG seemed to be attempting to fight back again...and while his identity was still unknown, Rei couldn’t find it in himself to care to much about exposing himself. It was time wasn’t it? He had been fighting from the shadows for equality for far to long ! They couldn’t look down on them anymore! The hatred and disgust that filled their eyes...it made him sick. They didn’t even see them! They just saw creatures to be slaughtered, to be used for their own perverse purposes. They killed his kind, slaughtered them just for existing, made weapons out of their organs! And they called them the monsters?! Well they didn’t say much of anything anymore, Not since Rei rose up as Roarchac with an Army of his kind and gradually took over Tokyo...now, it was quiet.
But still a twisting knot tangled in him as he remembered the look of horror and betrayal on his mother’s face
“Everything was fine Rei! What have you done! What have you done?! “
She had screamed those words at him repeatedly, until she too lay dead next to his stepfathers body.
It was the price to pay for a better world, yet Rei-
Ubruptly Rei was snapped out of his thoughts by a strong tugging sensation, his teal hair whipping around him, and in his confusion Rei shot out his Kagune to try and grasp anything, something! But it was too late, and in a split second Rei was gone.

TheMADQ · Jan 30, 2019

Name: Alexander Hamilton
Gender: Male
Species: Pixie
Age: 148
Abilities: Bodily Gas Manipulation
Appearance:

Except much smaller probably just 3 inches tall with large wings.

Name: Jishra Liguba
Gender: Male
Species: Kallikantzaros
Age: 20 (appears 42)
Abilities: Self Body Density Manipulation
Appearance:

only they had horns pointing out of his head, a Prehensile tail, and goat legs. He is about 3 feet tall

Name: Drira Crungla
Gender: Female
Species: Almas
Age: 38
Abilities:Electrically Enhanced speed
Appearance:

Name: Isur
Gender: Female
Species: Zmiy
Age: 34
Abilities:Visualization
Appearance:

Only much smaller about the size of a teen they are a very young dragon, not to mention they are underdeveloped for there age
the have a glamor that marks them appear human so that they may more adequately use firearms

Name: Niki
Gender: Female
Species: Ungnyeo [Dog] (Ungnyeo a species of animals turned into humans. Ungnyeo being the first, a bear turned into a woman.)
Age: 6 (Appears to be 42)
Abilities: Ball Mimicry
Appearance:

Name: Triston Coperbotch
Gender: Male
Species: Erbörü (a werewolf like creature that can turn into a wolf or warebeast at will )
Age: 34
Abilities: Cloth Mimicry
Appearance:

Name: Sibdron Caluma
Gender: Male
Species: Ghost
Age: 97 (appears 37)
Abilities: Ball Projection
Appearance:

Name: Bimra Kimith
Gender: Female
Species: Erbüke
Age: 28
Abilities: Smoke Absorption
Appearance:

Name: Lira Vim
Gender: Female
Species: Mountain Spirit
Age: 289
Abilities: Plant Magic
Appearance:

Eight people sat in the briefing room, they all seem occupied with what they were doing. Jishra was engrossed with a book about two star crossed lovers. Drira was on the ground doing sit ups. Isur seemed to be having a heated conversation with herself. Niki was throwing a ball against a wall and catching it repeatedly. Triston was on there phone playing games. Sibdron had his head down on the table, they were taking a nap. Bimra was puffing on a large cigar, though when they breathed out there was no smoke, there body had absorbed all of the smoke. She was tapping her finger on the table impatiently. Lira was on her phone watching a nature documentary. Alexander flew into the room, landed on the table. Though the only one who actually paid him any respect was Niki, she stood up and gave a salute yelling out. "Attention!" Though no one moved an inch they didn't seemed to care that he was higher rank than them.

Alexander just looked around he seemed happy with his squad, despite the blatant disrespect, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. "As you were." Niki sat back down but paid close attention, everyone else didn’t flinch they continued doing what they were doing. "Alright Men! I have goo..." before he could even finish is his statement Bimra cut him off.

She slammed her hand down on the table causing Alexander to jump a little. "Men? Most of us are female what are you talking about men?" She didn't believe any of this she just wanted to mess with Alexander.

There was look of panic on Alexander's face as he tried to think of an answer. "I-I meant men like in mankind like that kind of man! Yeah that!"

Bimra didn't look any happier, she just looked like she got even more angry. "Mankind? We aren't even humans! What kind of bull shit are you feeding us?" She took a long drag of her cigar, and smirked, she always loved to mess with Alexander and make him squirm.

Alexander was sweating and grabbing his head even pulling at some of his hair. Bimra had gotten him so flustered, he had no idea what to say. "Ph..Bu..No..I I am.It..No I...Just.No!!!!! I didn't mean it like that it's just an expression! I'm sorry I'm not a racist I promise! Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry!" He was bowing down repeatedly. "Okay, okay, again I am sorry about that soldiers, but I still have good news!" He bounced back, already getting over his earlier humiliation. "Alright, so we have a very important mission. Its is the highly classified, not a word is to leave this room." He was pacing across the table and then stopped, he spun around to get a look at everyone. "There have been strange phenomenon going on the past few days." He got in real close one Jishra and talked quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear. "There have been these spatial anomalies appearing randomly in random locations across earth." Then he did exaggerated karate moves as he made his way over to Triston. "And we have very limited knowledge of what's on the other side. We have sent drones through, but shortly after entry we lost contact with them." He started to do some sort of interpretive dance.

Though Alexander was cut off this time by Isur, though they spoke independently as though through three different voices (every/means another voice takes over where the last left off and finishes the sentence) "Yes but/that is common knowledge/ there have been/reports on/these phenomena/ for weeks now. Everyone/knows/about this."

Alexander paused for a moment thinking about it, but then continued on. "Well they may know about what's going on through some sort of leak that the fake news loves to put out! But do they have...." He paused for dramatic effect and jumped off of the side of the table and struggled to fly up with the a file. He dropped the file on the table and slid out come crappie and blurry picture of grass and the sky. "Pictures from the other side?!"

Within a few seconds Triston had pulled up Google images of hundreds of pictures from the other side side by people all over the world. "Yeah no, they have that too." Alexander feel too his knees almost weeping, he looked completely defeated. Then he popped back onto his feet with a huge smile after remembering something.

"Yes, but we are going to do something that no one in there right mind has ever done! Were going to willingly go through one of the portals!" Alexander held his hands up. "I know what your thinking. That nothing that has ever gone through one of those portals has ever been seen again, that this would be a suicide mission. That is exactly why I volunteered us for this mission. I wanted to show the higher ups that we aren't afraid of anything! That we have what it takes to complete a mission no matter what!" He started pacing once more with his hands behind his back. "Though I understand if some of you have reservations about potentially throwing your life away, so if you are scared then feel free to leave now." Almost everyone got up and was about to leave. "What! No, you were supposed to be inspired by my great speech and then disregard my offer and follow me into battle! This is a mandatory mission!" An exhausted look on all of their faces was obvious how they felt about this mission that hadn't even started yet. "Alright now go suet up that's an order!" Everyone groaned and left the room.

When the room was empty except for Sibdron they finally woke up and looked around sleepily. With a large yawn and a stretch they asked. "Oh, are we done. Alright back to work." They went right back to sleep.

Everyone came rushing out in full camo armed to the teeth, they were prepared for whatever they could face. Each person had there standard M4 carbine and m9, along with a backpack full of the essential equipment. Alexander was covered in a very tiny suit of armor but was unarmed. Jishra was comply covered in every kind of explosive imaginable, form grenade of cores with a grenade launcher to C4 to even a Bazooka, he looked one match away from blowing the whole base to smithereens. Drira simply had two M26 MASS Modular Accessory Shotgun mounted on the M4 carbine across her back. She also had several large boxes full of extra food and amo, she didn't seem to be encumbered by all of this extra weight. Isur had a large Barrett M82 strapped across their back. Niki was packed up with many of the necessary medical supplies a good medic will need. Triston was covered from head to toe in armor, not one spot of him is bare. Sibdron Seemed to have on an older style of armor then everyone else and his weapons appear to be out of date as well. Bimra had several smoke grenades as well they made sure to pack plenty of cigars. Lira possessed many maps, mapping gear, directional equipment, along with some blank maps. She has several custom magazines that have seeds inside the bullets. There was absolutely no need for this kind of weaponry, this was a recon mission and potinaly some diplomacy. Yet dispite they not having atherisation for this Alexander aproved it

They had been monitoring the aria and another portal had opened near the base. They needed to move fast as they had no idea how long it would remain open. Alexwnder srands before the portal adressing his soldiers. "Alright m....I mean Soldiers We have no idea what will happen but no matter what happens on the other side of this its been an honor working with you." Alexander is the first who charges through with all of his might followed by Niki with the same amount of energy as one by one everyone else lazily goes through with very little energy.

Beleth · Jan 30, 2019

The portals rippling open reminding Valentina of nails on a chalkboard. They were slow, gruesome and seemingly never ending.

Now they were more frequent and had caught the attention of the rest of Brazil.

At this point the sun had made its way, lights of Rio replacing the daylight with its artificial replication. Maisy and Another had remained by the dark skinned individual in order to process what was going on. By talks and exchange of discomfort (mostly from Val and Another), it seemed like Brazil wasn’t the only place that was experiencing these discerning vortexes. Some places had better sights of the phenomenon than others. China and India, for example, might as well turn a blind eye with all of the smog occurring over their territory.

Brazil most certainly was not an exception to the pollution problem but Rio had its ways to keep some of the skyline visible in case of any future attacks; this was especially important if the nation were to keep major powers at bay. Speaking of major powers …

Valentina winced once, nose scrunching as though she had smelled something foul. Had there been tourists coming? Normally it wasn’t too much of a surprise but given her current international protest, having non-natives on her land was severely discouraged; and could even detain some of these innocent individuals. The Brazilian persona turned her head in Maisy and Another’s direction, debating whether to inform them of her hunches.

She had yet to disclose her country persona status to the two ladies she had just met (especially with Maisy being as power hungry as she is); it was too much of a burden.

With the exception of her own soldiers, no one else knew the type of responsibility she held. One slip up in any direction and her entire country could come crumbling down whether it be from over expectation from her citizens or outside forces knowing who to go for.

“Supremacy, look! There’s something floating out of one of the portals!” Another’s voice was grating to Val but offered some sort relief from having to tell them without sounding like some sort of lunatic. The pale female stepped forward, looking back once as if to ask Maisy for permission to roam toward the foreign discovery.

Unfortunately, her curiosity was not going to be encouraged. “Staring at the sky for too long can cause us to see things, Another. Your eyes are possibly reacting to the exposure of the sun’s flares.” Maisy had been staring into one of the smoking shops, grazing over some of the flavors offered in the back. “It’s about time we’ve retreated back to our rooms.”

“But, Supremacy-”

“I think we should check it out.” Valentina spoke up. She had to thank Another later for speaking up when she herself hesitated to do so. “I think I saw something too. Quite a few things, actually. I can scout ahead, if you’d like.”

Maisy shifted, her full attention on her hostess. “Are you positive? Another has a history of seeing things that are not actually there. Her words are to be taken with a grain of salt.”

“It was one time!” Another protested with a slight pout. “I thought I saw a deer and it turned out to be a mirage. In my defense we were having a heat wave during the time …” She shook her head once, “I know what I saw ...S..Supremacy … please …”

“I’m telling you, there is nothing there. But if you both insist. We will visit it. Luckily I have brought a drone to scope the area. No solicited pictures have been taken, I assure you.” As Maisy spoke the very drone loomed over the threes’ head, going in the direction of the portal and objects that had just been spotted.

“Yes! Adventure!” Maisy’s creation giggled, running ahead. Her creator didn’t bother to call out or stop her, only exhale in characteristic annoyance toward her somewhat companion. “Yes … adventure.”

“It won’t be long. It is probably just mirage like you proposed. We will be in, out and we can safely resume our activities.”

Witty Wild

TheMADQ

TheMADQ · Jan 31, 2019

Name: Alexander Hamilton
Gender: Male
Species: Pixie
Age: 148
Abilities: Bodily Gas Manipulation
Equipment:
Very tiny suit of standard camo armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment
Appearance:

Except much smaller probably just 3 inches tall with large wings.

Name: Jishra Liguba
Gender: Male
Species: Kallikantzaros
Age: 20 (appears 42)
Abilities: Self Body Density Manipulation
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
A grenades
C4
Grande Launcher
Bazooka
Appearance:

only they had horns pointing out of his head, a Prehensile tail, and goat legs. He is about 3 feet tall

Name: Drira Crungla
Gender: Female
Species: Almas
Age: 38
Abilities:Electrically Enhanced speed
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Two M26 MASS Modular Accessory Shotgun mounted on the M4 carbine
Several large boxes full of extra food and amo
Appearance:

Name: Isur
Gender: Female
Species: Zmiy
Age: 34
Abilities:Visualization
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Barrett M82
Appearance:

Only much smaller about the size of a teen they are a very young dragon, not to mention they are underdeveloped for there age
the have a glamor that marks them appear human so that they may more adequately use firearms

Name: Niki
Gender: Female
Species: Ungnyeo [Dog] (Ungnyeo a species of animals turned into humans. Ungnyeo being the first, a bear turned into a woman.)
Age: 6 (Appears to be 42)
Abilities: Ball Mimicry
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Medical supplies
Appearance:

Name: Triston Coperbotch
Gender: Male
Species: Erbörü (a werewolf like creature that can turn into a wolf or warebeast at will )
Age: 34
Abilities: Cloth Mimicry
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Appearance:

Name: Sibdron Caluma
Gender: Male
Species: Ghost
Age: 97 (appears 37)
Abilities: Ball Projection
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Appearance:

Name: Bimra Kimith
Gender: Female
Species: Erbüke
Age: 28
Abilities: Smoke Absorption
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Cigars
Smoke grenades
Appearance:

Name: Lira Vim
Gender: Female
Species: Mountain Spirit
Age: 289
Abilities: Plant Magic
Equipment:
Camoed standard armor
M4 carbine
m9 pistol
backpack full of the essential equipment.
Mapping equipment
Sealed bullets.
Appearance:

TheMADQ · Jan 31, 2019

Bimra's eyes winded when they got there, she berated in deep. The air around her immediately got cleaner, free of all of that smog. Bimra was almost glowing, she felt so good, better then she had in a very long time. "Ooooooooh, I think I'm going to like it here." She had a wide smile and took another puff on her large cigar. "Alright, at least this place is habitable." She looked around and everyone had been staring at them as they came through a portal. Not only that but they had rather large guns with them, everyone was kind of running away for them. Not having any idea as of these random military people who just appeared out of nowhere, everyone wanted to get as far away as they possibly could.

Alexander pulled his arm in from of his face and looked from side to side, he was acting very sneaky and sketchy. "Alright me...I mean soldiers! Good infiltration, It appears that we went unnoticed." He said with the screams of people running in away from them. "Completely stealth! Though," he squinted his eyes suspiciously and huddled everyone up so no one could hear what they were saying. "Something is causing a panic!" He said entirely too loud, if anyone was nearby, and not running for there life, they would be able to hear him. "So I want you to be vigilant, something dangerous out here and is terrorizing the people. It's our duty as the American army to make this our business and make everyone's life better." Everyone except for Niki already knew that they were the problem, but they didn't even bother bringing it up. It would would only waste time, they found it easier to just let him think he has his way. "Alright 252 252 break!"

Alexander and Niki began desperately looking for any kind of threat that would cause this kind of panic. She then spotted the drown that was heading there way. She pined at it and exclaimed. "Sir it might be that drone!"

Everyone turned and looked that the drone, Alexander's eyes widened and he said. "Alright Me...I mean soldiers we need to take that drone down, it is terrorizing the people. Isur take it down." He pointed dramatically pointed towards the far off drone.

Isur groaned pulled off the Barrett M82 sniper rifle off her back. She looked through the scope and got sight of the target, she started muttering to herself. In front of there face, invisible to everyone else they started to see numbers and calculations.. "The target is fifty eight meters in the air/, and one pint two eight mil dots/, divide a thousand by that/ then multiply it together. " She was being very precise and was taking their time to calculate every variable. "Did you make sure to account for the wind speed/, that will drastically affect the shot." She asked herself, It was taking much longer then one would normally expect to take. "Yes but we also need to account for the speed of the target/, its moving at thirty eight miles per hour./" Isur was inadvertently giving the drone plenty of time to get closer. " We are shooting slightly uphill/, so we should fire at a 2 degrees higher/, the distance is negligible for drop." It was almost too late to stop the drone form see much of them.

"Oh for the love of god!" Jishra was fed up with waiting so they pulled out there bazooka got on one knee and eyed up the drone before firing. The shot was sloppy but he believed that it was good enough. It was drastically overkill for a drone of its size, it didn't appear that it would take much to take it down. "There done, Isur you are an amazing shot but you just take so song to pull the trigger." He stuck his tongue out at Isur.

Alexander couldn't look happier, he gave the both of them a big thumbs up. "Good job you two I am proud of both of you!" he then cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted out. "You are welcome everyone! There no need to be worried anymore we took care of the thing that was terrorizing you!" He said this in English even though no one around him could understand him, though he didn't know that. He expected everyone to star cheering, but all he got was terrified screams.

Triston's was worried that they were soon going to be in big trouble, he started to try and leave them away. "we should head off, we have a mission remember?" He was doing his best to try and pull them into the nearby alley way.

Alexander nodded looking serious for once. "Your right a hero's welcome or not we have to gather as much info as we can!"

Witty Wild · Feb 1, 2019

Rei
To say Rei was panicking would be an understatement. Teal eyes darted left and right. After unceremoniously quite literally falling from the sky. Rei had caught himself on one of the buildings by digging in his Kagune . The unique six tendrils at the end gripping the wall tightly and allowing himself to be saved from what would have been a messy splat.
where am I ? This..this is not Tokyo. This is not Japan.
eventually Rei had clambered down and dispersed his Kagune , and while his appearance was now disheveled and dirty, Rei could hardly care.
my art bag is missing?!
The beloved bag full of his personal arts was missing. Having also come with him when he was spirited away, it seems to have been completely blown away. Rei felt his breath come in sharp gasps , and a hand unconsciously went to grip his chest. Irrational anger began to build as he darted his eyes around looking for his beloved bag
there are too many people in the way-!
He wanted to snarl, to give in to the soft chanting in the background ever present in his mind. To “clear the area the proper way”
Another shove from some man looking at him strangely, and he almost snaps, the small tears of anger beading in his orbs almost fall, and so does he.
Almost
Almost
Almost-
“excuse me, do you know where I am? I’m a bit lost and I mean, you wouldn’t really believe me but I sort of appeared out of nowhere I mean, does that sound crazy?? I mean-“
and suddenly there was another being blocking his path. Rei had to stare blankly at the strange...Creature? She certainly didn’t smell human. But.. she didn’t smell ghoul either.. what was this?

Name: Risa Harrmon

Age:22

Gender: female

Race: succubus Fae

Personality: goofy and upbeat, cheerful and quirky with a hidden snark sometimes. Easily gets flustered and panics when a new situation comes suddenly. Sometimes ends up babbling or ranting when nervous or anxious.

Beleth · Feb 1, 2019

Name: Maria Clara Eduarda Cavalcanti
Age: 16
Species: Alternate Personality/Shadow Personality
Original Personality: Valentina Cavalcanti
Cause of creation: Following the Brazilian Independence War
Personality: Aloof, standoffish, odd obsession with hydrogen peroxide
Weapon: Needles taken from the hospital, sometimes already used.

Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fa/da/2e/fada2eef8a36ea2465b0424cf0896ec2.jpg (sorry for the thottie trolley - she aint i promise.)

Name: Nigel Adler
Age: 17
Species: Human
Personality: Antsy, blood-thirsty
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ee/ac/b8/...373c9c2--three-friends-happy-tree-friends.jpg
Weapon: Tactical knife

Name: Llana Kurjow
Age: 11
Gender: Female

Species: Human
Personality: reserved, mature for her age, level-headed (somewhat)

History: Llana came from a set of loving parents in a small town. Her family was known for their good nature and community like thinking which quickly earned the town's respect and cherishment, earning them a good name in the local areas. The mother was a stay at home parent while the father worked in mostly humanitarian, taking up and managing projects on poverty and the homeless. The town overall knew one another and even looked alike, too alike to one another. In actuality, the only house that differed from the rest was the Kurjow household; her mother never being a fan of the 'clone like' homes.

On the outside they were a class A perfectly family with a nice home, good reputation and well-off standing. On the inside was something a bit bleaker. Despite the popularity that the parents had gained together, behind closed doors they weren't exactly on par with one another. Her father was always out helping others, never really paying much mind to what goes on when he's not home. Her mother would try and keep her mind occupied by doing other things which left Llana to her own toys. Well, toy.

All she had was a doll given to her by her father that he had found while working in the depths of an Amazonian village. He mentioned how the figure made him think of her and the rest was history.

Fast forward to a still night when both parents were home for a change. There have been rustles back and forth about the amount (or lack thereof) time was being spent together. One thing led to another and suddenly they were taking matters outside of the household, each swallowing their anger to go up to their youngest and tell them they will both be home later.

Now, in real time, 'later' should mean within a few hours. To the Kurjow, this meant close to two weeks. School started to become an issue due to Llana's homeschooling and she had done all her homework. So she decided to take to the community and ask around. It turns out the parents had refound their love in one another after professing how much of a mistake having a child was. Using the information, Llana tracked both of her parents down to convince them to come home.

Now their colours came out and they outright came out to her about their thoughts. They did not want her.

Anything past that is beyond Llana's memory. All there was was a swift of black, a few slashes and suddenly her parents had been on the ground, strewn before her.

Had she done this? Did her anger overpower her? Was she going to face time for it? No one else was around, it was just her and Harlow, the doll she had given the name to.

Appearance: https://pm1.narvii.com/6353/6fa38b2a7f8e7deedd2113e7cb98eef5792f63bf_hq.jpg

Weapon: Harlow

Name: Harlow
Gender: Male
Age: ( ??? )

Species: Development Doll (A doll often granted to those with connections to magic. These are often used to monitor the growth of the owner at a young age and ‘develop’ alongside him/her. They are the same size as their owner. Able to be casted for defensive purposes which then reveals the true size.)

Personality: Loyal
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bb/d1/27/bbd127f2430e10ab7b23cd46dfba3c74--the-puppet-night.jpg

Weapon: fisher strings, multiple knives

"You are welcome everyone! There no need to be worried anymore we took care of the thing that was terrorizing you!"

The individual’s voice carried down the roads and straight to Val’s ears, leaving the female to stop in her tracks just to process the words. The words … the accent and the tone. Americans. She was being invaded by Americans. This was the third time within the past 4 months! The past two were because Alfred had wanted to impose his fast food crap on her land and simply would not take no for an answer. Was he really about to declare war over artificial junk food?

“The shit has some nerve ….” She murmured aloud, clenching her fists and moving forward, only to be stopped by Maisy’s dainty arm.

“Easy, you are letting … whatever this is … get to you. They seem to only be playing pretend, nothing more nothing less.” Her eyes had been monitoring each second until her spy drone had shattered to the ground. She glanced up ahead, measuring the distance from where they were toward the previous battlefield. “There was a small breadshop before my drone had fallen. They have gone into hiding.”

“Breadshop …? There’s only so many within these parts of town. There is one that connects at an alleyway but tha’s about it.” Val frowned lightly. All of the shooting and ruckus had brought one hell of a migraine to the persona. Whoever was here didn’t plan to stay around and be friendly. “How many did you see?”

“Approximately 9. Well armed. Military attire. American I presume the pattern to be?”

“American.” Valentina grumbled in agreement. “I will take care of it. This has to be reported immediately.” Turning on her heel, the Brazilian prepared to go ‘inform’ her men (though hearing the guns should have set a fire to their asses by now). “Besides. Whatever this is, we have to confront it before … she does.” Shaking her head once, the individual dismissed her last words with irritation.

“I suggest you take cover, Madame Cavalcanti. We’ll take care of the rest.”

“I couldn’t let you do that… really. I can handle it.”

“You will play as reinforcement. We do not know if this is all the American troops. They are very well known for having a surplus of men. And … considering the state of Brazil-”

“Very well.” Valentina’s words were curt, a bitter taste arising at the reminder of how shitty of a condition her nation was in. She really was trying but with all the nonsense the major powers pull in order to even remotely level her with the rest of the first world countries…

“Jus’ … don’t let the civilians get hurt. Do what it takes to get them out.” Shoulders tense, head hung at the idea of walking away from this battle she began to walk, pausing once. “Oh. And if you find a woman that … you’ll be able to know when you see her. Stands out like a damned sore thumb. Jus’ shoot her on sight.” Without another word, Valentina took off toward, back facing the onslaught that had happened just miles down from their location.

“Odd. A profile would have been nice.” Once Valentina was completely out of sight, Maisy turned to Another, fingertips pressing against her upper thigh in a rhythmic fashion. “Model 640, activate assassination mode.”

Another’s eyes met Maisy’s, her own shifting from a green to a rather darkish, burnt hue now with a blank gloss. She saluted once, notifying her creator the feature had been activated, ready to receive orders.

“There has been a breach located just a few miles east from here. You are to scout out the source of the chaos and eliminate it. Return back to me for further instruction.”

A slight bow from the receiving android and she was off, running to the nearest building, hoisting herself up on a few unsteady objects before reaching the rooftops, jumping from platform to platform until nearing the targeted area. As opposed to before, she had been silent in both verbally and movements, each step calculated. Once she was in position she crouched down, making sure to keep out of sight.

Maisy had kept herself hidden as well, taking note of an individual who had joined the falling from the portal party. Eyebrows scrunched at the sight, she placed two fingers to the side of her temple, scanning the individual. Non-human. Same go for the being just inches from him. Had the supernatural been invading Brazil? Given the impoverished state and plentiful people, there could be a reasoning behind all of this.

The gunshots, however, were something that could not sit still with the android.

Wandering considerably close had been a child. As if the situation did not create enough havoc. Rugged, lost and unattended. Had it not been for her lighter skin-tone, Maisy would have pegged her for one of the Brazilian citizens. Close to her chest was a small doll, as rugged as she had been, trying to make sense of all of the noise.

“It seems to have subsided…” Was she addressing the doll? The individuals she was passing? Herself? Her eyes were casted down at the eerie object in her arms. Voice almost a whisper, Maisy could make out what the girl had been saying.“We are safe now...yes..”

Meanwhile, in the alleyway the squad had found themselves in, there had been a road rounding around to some slums and smaller shops than what the major city had been presenting itself.

“You, heh, sure this is the thing you aughta be doin’, toots? Don’t seem like a, heh, smart idea to me. Bitch’s got the whole place armed to the teeth with these men roaming.” Nigel was walking beside Maria-Clara, a knife carelessly balancing on his fingertip. “Doin’ the …. Thing… you wanna do? Kinna illegal, heh.”

“I only requested a fourth of the land. Valentina said no. She knows exactly what she has gotten into as repercussion.” Maria-Clara’s eyes loomed ahead, rounded features sitting at the corners, hands carefully maneuvering the cloth between her fingertips. “You seem to be asking alot of questions. Are you sure I won’t have to…” They both rounded the corner, coming into close contact with the American squad.

“You aren’t Brazilian Personnel…” The previous speaker’s tone had taken a rather gentle approach. As per agreement, Nigel remained quiet for now, standing slightly to the side of the fair toned female. Scanning each one of them, the individual took a slight step back, taking note of their military weapons.

“I think, heh, we’re being invaded, toots.” Nigel was shoulder to shoulder with Maria-Clara, shifting his gaze from individual to individual. “Might be a hunch but, uh…”
“...this ain’t the kinda fight we might be winnin’.”

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Witty Wild · Feb 1, 2019

Risa
she lost her charge. Granted it was a really shitty topsy turvy out of fucking no where situation, she still lost her charge. And if she didn’t find her, she would probably loose her Job. Risa could not afford to loose her job. Not because she was poor, no being a Succubus Fae and being able to compel people to do her bidding pays off rather well. Risa couldn’t afford to lose her job because of the Chi, the energy that she fed on and sustained her existence. She had finally crawled her way out of the slums of prostitution and Stripping for Energy and she would be damned if she had to go back now. Although...she wasn’t quite sure where she was now anyway. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, Risa desperately searched for her young charge and her very strange doll. The girl had just been given to her, her first step out of interning and becoming a true independent agent. Not many folks hired a succubus after all. Even less did so knowingly, so the fact that a magical and Human Child services Agency has hired her, (on probation but still) was a miracle. Risa didn’t want to fuck this up. But it really looked like she was going to. Risa had tried grabbing people as they passed and begging for any info on the small child, only to be met with gibberish and confused looks, to no avail.
‘Ughhh stupid humans! Honestly so rude!’
Risa groaned mentally. Gripping her horns in frustration, Risa was sure she was going to outright explode. She had tried calling for the small girl, only for her voice to be washed out and away with the crowd. It didn’t help that she herself was short and couldn’t really see over the bodies of people anyway.
That’s when she saw him, or rather tasted him. His frantic dispairing energy wafted into her senses and made her mouth water with hunger, the absolute panic and anguish coming off him was delicious . Before she even knew it, her feet were carrying her over towards the teal haired male who seemed on the brink of collapsing. A shiver went up her spine as her pupils turned to slits, something told her if he collapsed something dark would emerge in his stead. Something so deliciously dark.
And then she was In front of him, gaping like a fish and inhaling the watts of his misery, if she leaned that much closer...she might...just..have a taste...
“Mama!”
and just like that Risa snapped from her haze. The sound of a young girls voice bringing clarity to her mind and refocused her goals. Hesitating only slightly, Risa reached out and grabbed the mans sleave, a hint of desperation entering her voice along with a small bit of compulsion.
“excuse me, do you know where I am? I’m a bit lost and I mean, you wouldn’t really believe me but I sort of appeared out of nowhere I mean, does that sound crazy?? I mean-“
Risa broke off as confusion and bafflement entered the mans eyes, frustration began to mount as she realized he probably didn’t know what she was saying either. Flapping her arms about in clear annoyance, Risa slapped a hand across her face. Then abruptly she stooped low and began gesturing wildly again,
“child?! I’m looking for a little girl?? She’s about yay high, carries around this creepy seed of chucky lookin’ Doll?” at this she mines carrying a doll with her and acting like well, a little girl. Even going as far as to mime licking a Lolly pop and twirling her hair. Because that’s obviously how little girls act right?

Rei was...disturbed to say the least. And well while Rei was quite aware he was alright completely in the head, He knew for certain that this woman was mental. First she started babbling at him a mile a minute in some foreign language that he could only constitute as English, then she she seemed to get frustrated at him. For what? Rei had done nothing wrong
“yet”
as far as he was concerned to earn this crazy. Then abruptly she dropped to the dusty, filth laden ground on her knees. At that Rei actually did yelp and back away slightly. Although he was conflicted as to wether or not he should try and help get this insane woman off the ground or, in his mind, rightfully flee. That was when she looked him dead in the eyes, held her hand a bit away from her mouth and started licking thin air.
Rei nearly choked on his own spit.
“Ergrhm-!”
A strangled noise left Rei as he backed up quickly when she began twirling her hair. Mysterious smell or not , Rei wanted to part in whatever type of Fantasy play she wanted.
“A-Ah I am sorry miss! I’m really not- ah! I don’t need any of your services! “
Rei managed to choke out, quickly trying to de-escalate the situation and flee as quickly as possible.
Just what the hell kind of place was I dropped into?!

Suddenly the man lept away from Risa and she felt her spirits fall, how had he resisted her compulsion so easily?? Granted it wasn’t a large amount but still, a tiny bit was normally enough for humans to at least listen and give her answers without being to difficult if it was basic. Risa was even sure she held the eye contact perfectly! So how-?
Then the Teal haired man spoke. In Japanese. He spoke...in Japanese. In fucking Japanese-! But how?? Risa was sure that they were most definitely not in Japan, so why was he speaking it? The more she processed it the more she began to find more distinctive details about the man, one being the fact that he was dressed differently to most of the people she passed, the second being that he looked almost as lost and distressed as she was...
could it be?? Did he get pulled in by those things too?
That’s when she noticed the man was backing away. As if to flee. He could not flee. Because Risa has reached an epiphany that he was like her, lost like her, searching for something like her and damnit she was not going to loose the only shred of kinship she just found!
“H-hey wait! Guy no wait! Don’t run look, I know this seems really crazy but like you got pulled into suddenly too tright??? So you’re just like me! Well just like me and my charge...My charge! Oh man! I need to find her! But I also need you! I mean, I need you to help cause your taller and I’m lost and we’re both lost and none of us speak the language and it’s confusing and-“
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TheMADQ · Feb 6, 2019

Name: Nom
Gender: Male
Species: Oger
Age:76 (Appears 36)
Abilities: Gluttony Embodiment
Appearance:

Ten feet tall and weighs aboit 800lb

(Warning Very gory)
Nom didn't know where he was, he didn't recognize any of his surroundings, everything looked wired to him. But none of that mattered, all that was present in his mind was the unsayable apatite roaring in his stomach. 'I'm hungry, so very, very hungry."is mouth watered, his drool dripped down landing on the ground. It sizzled and ate through ground like acid. He looked around for anything could get his hands, he didn't care what it was he just needed something and he needed it now. He found a brick that had fallen out of an old wall, he hunched over and picked it up. His jaw unhinged his mouth stretched, he was able to fit the whole brick in his mouth. He bit down on it like it was nothing, but it wasn't enough his hunger was still ravenously. He jammed his hand into the hole and ripped out other brick, he at it. He started to tear down that wall, eating each and every brick.

It wasn't long before an old man came out of the building to see what was going on, he spoke in a language Nom didn't understand. The man was yelling at him. "What do you think your doing that's my home!" Nom turned towards him and smiled, fortune had favored him, unlike this man.

Nom smiled an unnaturally large smile. Immediately the man knew that something was wrong, this beast wasn't normal. Nom stood to his full ten foot height, looking at him like he was a peace of meat. "You will taste a lot better than bricks." The man trembled in fear, thr bloodlust radiating off this monster. He knew his life was in danger, he could feel it in his soul, he needed to run now, now, NOW!

He rushed back into his house and locked the door, going over to use the landline he diled 911 (oddly enough Brazil also uses 911 XD). "911, whats your emergency."

"Help, there is some, crazy person outside I think there trying to kill..." There was a loud crashing noise and the house shook for a moment. His heart sunk and the old man went quiet.

"Sir, sir! Is everything alright, what was that noise?"

It was quiet for a few seconds before the man whispered. "Its inside..."

"Sir quickly find a place to hide." The operator could tell the man was old, she knew he wouldn't get far, his only chance was to hide. "What is your location?" The man told them his address and rushed to his room with the phone and locked the door. He got under the bed, it was harder for him to move but the adrenalin let him ignore the pain. "Don't worry sir we have deployed officers to your location, please stay on the phone Sir."

Everything was quiet, his heart was pounding in his eardrums. He could only hear the comforting, voice of the operator. "Sir everything will be alright." Thump, thump, thump, he could hear every step that that behumuth took. "Just remain quiet and it wont find you." Thump, thump, thump thump, it got closer, and closer and closer. He could see from under his head, the door ripped off irs hengis. The count if wood crunching and hqdd swallowing filled the room. The man covered his mouth to stifle a scream, not even the operator dared to speak a word.

Nom tried to walk through the door frame, but he was too large. He pushed on either side of it opening it wider and cracking the wall in the process. Nom walked in and looked around, he ripped the closet door open and filled the room with another cacophony of crunshing wood as he ate the whole door. The sound of ripping clothes, snapping plastic, and being metal filled the man with dread. There was no doubt in his mind that if he was found he was dead. Nom sniffed the air and it looked like he was going to leave. Then the bed was lifted off the old man. Nom said. "I smell you."

The man watched helpless as this monster crushed the bed into a ball. He stammered back and tried to get to his feet. "No, please God no, No, NO!" Before the man could get to his feat Nom stepped on him. There was auditable snaps as he brook some of his ribs, his chest caved slightly. The man cried out in agony. "No God please not, like this please! Don't let me die! I don't want to go!"

Nom too a huge bite out if what used to be the bed. But the man's screaming was getting on his nerves. "Your voice is annoying." So he stomped on the man's head, bone fragments, gray matter, and blood squirted out like a grape. A pool of blood stained the ground with this man's death. Nom maid quick work of that ball. He had a more delicious meal to attend to. He stepped on the man's shoulder, grabbed his arm and yanked it out of socket, tearing flesh, shredding muscle, pulling tendons form the bone. As the arm toor off blood splattered against the wall. So he dug in, like wait, biting all the way through the bone like it was the most tender meat in the world. Ripping the elbow off in the first bite, he savored every bit of it. Organic matter was much better than anything else in the world. Blood dripping from his face he dove back in ripping open his chest he started eating the organs. By the time the police had arrived, he was covered in blood and reaked of death. He just laughed a deep and disturbed laugh. "Oh good, seconds have, arrived."

Witty Wild · Feb 6, 2019

Rei
Rei was a mixture of confused, relieved and mildly panicked. Pulled through? Pulled through what exactly? Where was he?
why was this happening to him?
Why now of all times?
when things were finally going right...
was this punishment for mother?
A price to pay for all the lives you’ve slain.
Rei vigorously shoved black webs out. He couldn’t think of that right now. Rei had to keep it together, at least for now...
Blinking back at what seemed like the only person who spoke his language-
And just his luck she was eccentric...
The strange girl seemed to continue to babble, completely ignoring (or perhaps not needing) his input. The strange girl who smelled not human, but not ghoul, made wild hand gestures, flapping her arms and pulling her hair in what was clear frustration and insanity as she mumbled and shouted (randomly) about a missing girl.
Was her child lost? Was she a young mother missing her child then?
A sharp pang of anguish shot through Rei at the image the thought painted to life. One of a woman with teal hair and lovely mint eyes caressing his hair adoringly...then changing to the same woman lying in a mangled decorative splatter with a wretched darker canvas of a man as her background.
She’s far more alive that way Rei...
It was an adequate price to pay...
Rei swallowed hard at the intruding thoughts. Teal eyes snapping back in focus as her grasped the young womans shoulder with, probably far too strong, a tight grip. A small hesitant smile slipped onto his face as he nodded slowly at the woman.
“Your missing child...this is quite strange how we came to be here. Nevertheless I admire how you don’t let the panic come between you and your daughter. We will find her, I will help I promise”
Rei assures. And maybe he was doing this because he genuinely felt for her, and maybe he might have been using her for the potential information she may have, and maybe just maybe...he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts right now.

Risa

Risa blinked, startled out of her (rant) explanation on why Dunmond was an idiot for wetting the toothbrush before putting the toothpaste on, but the firm hand that squeezed into her shoulder. Her breath caught at the stunning teal eyes that suddenly bore into her own violet hues. It was a strange color for a man to have for sure...but there was something about this particular man. Those hues had shadows.it was like she was looking through a silly house mirror when she looked at him. He was fractured: splintered and cracked and some places and giving off different shades of...teal. A lovely warm teal to a minty to deep shadowed murk. This man was...
“we will find her. I’ll help I promise”
Going to help her!! Yes!! He was going to help her find Llanna and get her safetly back where she belonged (before to much damage could be done) and therefore save her job and save the kids life!
Was she being a bit dramatic?
No.
This was a perfectly plausible reason to break out into a happy dance, complete with a shimmy and a headbang for good measure and good luck.
And so what if the teal haired man stared st her like she was some strange species of insanity?
He was going to help her and that’s all that really mattered in the end.
“Cool beans man! So you look over peoples heads and I’ll scream her name-
Llannnaaaa!!!!!
Llannnaaaaaaa!!!
what do you mean shh?? She’s not going to hear me if I’m quiet-
Llannnaaaaaa! JUST WAIT GIRL I’m comin!!!!
Llannnaaaaaa!”
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Beleth · Feb 7, 2019

Brazil

Brazil had been halfway to the national army when a cry of help shrilled the air.

“Jao?” Valentina’s brows furrowed, a rush of adrenaline surginging through her. Police force? Dispatch? She hadn’t even arrived yet! Unless …

The dark skinned individual turned around, just in time to see the EMT pull up to the front of a demolished home, leaving a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Just what the hell was happening? Had the Americans take it upon themselves to attack civilians now? Did Alfred really want his Burger King that fucking badly that he was going to put innocent lives in danger?

She gazed down at her bare feet, the surface covered with grime and muck. Her eyes shifted to the end cloth of her oversized shirt that stopped just before her knees, using the material as a zone of focus. Maisy had suggested that she stay behind and act as reinforcements but this was an old man that was being attacked! Was she supposed to just sit back and wither as he screamed?

And … that feeling. It wasn’t just police that had arrived. High Official Brazilian Personnel were also making their way to the location. If a damned McDonald’s was worth the fight, maybe this would be her opportunity to demonstrate to America what happens when you overstep boundaries. Maisy was just going to have to suck it, this was her terrain.

Before she could process the last of her thoughts, Valentina’s feet were already off, approaching the now razed household.

…

...Just what happened here?

And what the hell was that smell? It was as though Alfred took it upon himself to take a shit right in the middle of the home. A roar (at least that’s what it came across to her ears) belted in a wavering tone … very closely to some sort of laughter.

Whatever caused this was still here.

Her toes had barely reached the floorboards when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Senhorita Cavalcanti.” It was one of Valentina’s best men, Pedro. His Portuguese wavered and cracked as he continued. “It is ugly up there. I would not advise it.”

This prompted the Brazilian to nudge her shoulder away, face contorted with a mixture of responses. Just which one her expression had yet to surface was still a mystery even to herself. “It feels ugly, to be honest, Pedro. But that scream sounded like Jao’s. I’d be damned if I were going to sit around and plug my ears because it sounded ‘ugly’.”

She turned her head once as if to address the floor, almost tempted to spit out of disgust.

But this was a crime scene. There had to be some sort of dignity. “I will take care of the situation. Hold your fire until further instruction. Do not provoke this … thing otherwise.” A hand to shards of the handrail, maneuvering herself slowly with each step barely completing a press into the stair before moving onto the next step.

Her tongue happened to be the only thing she could not hold, curses and threats spitfiring at the individual who dared to come around and harm her people.

"Oh good, seconds have, arrived."

What the hell was this thing on about? Seconds her ass, it smelt like feet passed through someone’s backed up gastrointestinal system. There was no way--

It wasn’t until she saw the scene. A giant man …. No more than 3 times her size and her men’s combined.

“Fucking … bitch … hell … shitting ….” The corner of Valentina’s eye twitched furiously at the size of the monsterosity sitting before her. Pinching her burnt nose simultaneously, she held an arm out to a soldier that was preparing to shoot. “Don’t bother. Bullets won’t do anything to that ….thing.” Her eyes shifted to the scattered flesh and joints, taking a deep breath just before stepping in front of her men and reaching behind herself into a small pouch. “I’ll get him.”

“Miss, you can’t be serious--”

“Step down that is an order.” Valentina’s eyes shot back at the others. “We do not need an entire army slaughtered over a behemoth.”

“Yes, but Captain--” Her second glare caused the back-taker to fall silent, waving at the soldiers. Within a few moments the reinforcements had left, leaving the two alone together. Within Valentina’s hands rested a small stick that retracted into a fighting pole, assuming Ginga (Capoeira idle stance) positioning.

“You must be the one who turned Jao into human tenders. I couldn’t so much as stand in this damned house without nearly gagging. I would ask for your name but honestly seeing my friend here between your toes like jelly, I cannot say I have any ounce of humanity to care. This is your first and last warning.”

Valentina ignored the building pain that sat in the back of her neck. This man was huge and she was talking smack. Not to mention she had sent her men off elsewhere. Had she gone mad? Was she trying to get herself killed? Especially with Maria-Clara roaming about with her slowly forming army of Valentina’s own people, this was not a good time to be barking orders. Was it too late to use the ‘count to three’ method? Sure he wasn’t a child but it couldn’t hurt.

The Brazilian shifted her weight to the rest of her body, resting herself on the balls of her feet.

Llana

Llannnaaaaaa! JUST WAIT GIRL I’m comin!!!!

Llannnaaaaaa!”

Llana held Harlow just a bit tighter as the noise belted through the air.

Had the authorities caught up to her? Was there enough evidence to prove the killing? Was this Noire’s doing? The individual tensed at the idea of the police catching up to her … mistake … yes that’s what it was. An innocent mistake caught in a cross-fire.

She didn’t know better. As far as they know, she’s 11 years old without proper education. A common excuse used for white people back home. She was going to be safe.

Yet, she couldn’t go back. The home as she knew it was eerie. There were several individuals within her own household that threatened the human to expose her if she did not turn herself in.

The thing was, Llana didn’t know what she’d be turning herself in for. All she was aware of was that she had been talking to either of her parents at one moment and the next they were on the ground in a pool of blood.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of the specifics, would you, Harlow?” She had stopped in her tracks to press her forehead against the top of the doll’s head, tensing lightly at the reminder of the burden she had been placed with.

The voices seemed to be nearby. Too close to the house that had collapsed on itself to be seen as a coincidence. There was shouting … and aggravated noises. Police had rounded the corners and seeped out of the Brazilian cracks like some sort of fungi ready to leap. Trembling, she held the doll closer, fresh blood seeping over some crusted traces that were left behind before. “They have come for us … yes …Harlow, on my command, prepare for summoning.” To societal expectation, the doll did not move. It did not respond. Instead she found herself pressing into an individual's (Rei's) back.

It was as though a solemn individual had been playing out some concerning fantasy. As if the child needed some sort of help.

"Excuse me ..." Her eyes remained set on the dirt patted ground, bangs purposely swept over as if trying to pass. "Sorry, I should have looked to see where I was going ..."

Though, she froze in her stance, processing a few tears just briefly enough to release the emotion from her system before closing her eyes and exhaling deeply through Harlow’s locks. “This will be a grand battle ...yes..”

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TheMADQ · Feb 8, 2019

Name: Nom
Gender: Male
Species: Oger
Age:76 (Appears 36)
Abilities: Gluttony Embodiment
Appearance:
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Ten feet tall and weighs about 800lb

Nom could hear the police outside and he was ecstatic, his next meal having had arrived without him even having to lift a finger. Some woman came and started chastising him. This was new, no one had ever been suicidal enough to try and chastise him, it was ether run for there life or shoot. Though no matter what they normally pick it always ended the same, with them in his stomach. "Oh, my dear you are going to regret telling backup to stay away." She chuckled as he quickly advanced for such a large man, he grabbed her arm and ripped it off like it was nothing. "Just a taste, don't fear. As of now your life has meaning to me, they wouldn't gun down there boss now would they?" He ripped a chunk off the arm, like one would a chicken leg. "He grabbed her by the neck and brought her real cloth to his bloody face, his breath reeked like rotting flesh. "Let's get going little one, we wouldn't want you bleeding out before we get by your men." His laugh bellowed out like a demon, cold and heartless. He lifted her up, his firm grasp nearly choked her. HE walked down the stairs with confidence, there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that things were about to go his way. He may have been able to fight his way out of this situation and get more food, but he still hated to take gunfire, it hurt like hell.

As he made his way out of the building he held her out the door first, to make it clear who he had as a hostage. Taking another bite out of the once attached arm he then pointed at all the cops with it. "Everyone stand down if you know what's good for you! Or do you not care about this woman?" He held her in front of him, but he was so big that they had plenty of clear shots, they could have taken, his head, lungs, legs, arms, ect. She didn't cover much of him, but he didn't seem too worried about that, he had a plan even if they did open fire. He smirked because he knew all there fates were sealed the moment they arrived. There was no scenario Nom could think of where these men walked away with their lives

Beleth · Feb 8, 2019

"Oh, my dear you are going to regret telling backup to stay away."

She already was. But hell if she were going to admit that to the enemy.

Though it seemed like he already knew, feet pounding, damn near colliding through the floorboard as he reached out. Valentina took a step back, raised her arm to swing her pole weapon at him then ---

--- it happened within a flash. Her arm dangling, detached flesh coddling the musky air just before her eyes. Though, it felt as though that weren’t the case. As though it were some sort of prop to spook her.

But her left arm had been absent from her peripheral vision, cloth that had been protecting her shoulders hanging limp. The Brazilian shifted feet, raising herself just long enough to try and reposition herself entirely from the behemoth. This was a bad idea. She did need her men and a part of her hated herself for depending so much on them.

As he came closer she stepped back, fighting to keep her eyes from widening in his presence, as if surprised that she was being attacked for hurling herself at the enemy. That wasn’t the case at all.

More like his speed and strength together were two things she had not thought were possible with his … supposed weight.

Cold, somewhat fresh air hit between her toes. Valentina blinked twice, eyes now widening at the sight of being over a solid 3 feet off the ground in the monster’s grasp. She gagged once at the handling, using her remaining arm to try and pry him off.

“Put me down! And give my arm back you sick fuck!” The Brazilian squirmed, legs swiftly swinging back, toes brushing his chest once. Her english had been accented, worsening with each panic“You’re going to be sorry once I’m through with you, you hear!?”

He didn’t care. He simply laughed and took her down the flight of stairs, using her very body as a shield for the bullets.

Just a taste, don't fear. As of now your life has meaning to me, they wouldn't gun down there boss now would they?

“A taste my fucking ass! You--” Her words fell to a flatline as he mentioned her men, watching as her feet lifelessly took movement of their own.

So that’s what he wanted. Valentina tensed in his grip like some sort of doll, eyes scanning for an item to swing over his head.

By the time she had locked eyes onto a fallen lamp, they were already outside, police forces cocking up worn down guns. They had been conversing in portuguese, some taking note of their leader’s missing arm.

As soon as she was raised up, they seemed to be a bit more hesitant. Her lips parted solemnly as her men considered surrendering. Without turning, she seemed to be communicating with the giant in english. “I will tell them to step down. No sudden movements, sim?”

She shifted back to portuguese, attention on her men, shoulders slouched.

“Commence open fire.”

Witty Wild · Feb 10, 2019

Rei
Rei stiffened and tensed his Kagune within him, the instinct to attack and to shred the offender -
Rip them apart Rei
Paint to your hearts content Rei
Show them the true meaning of-
not now!
Rei swallowed the urge, swallowed the poison that was throbbed in his mind and flinched away from the contact. Teal eyes lowering slowly down to meet that of a young girls. The annoyance and (mild hysteria) panic set off by his strange new companion fled from him in favor of surprise. The rugged and harsh hues of inwards suffering was wiped away and replaced with soft hues of concern and second hand recognition.
“Ah, Hello um, Llana is it? Your mother is looking for you...she’s um...very worried.”
yes worried was a safer word to use... Rei decided as he smiled down tentatively at the child. His teal eyes actively avoids the strange doll clutched in her possession. It was...a rather disturbing looking thing that Rei didn’t want to dwell to much on...it.

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Beleth · Feb 11, 2019

“Ah, Hello um, Llana is it? Your mother is looking for you...she’s um...very worried.”

Mother? It was clear that these were not the police. Llana could relax now.

Her shoulders slumped, nodding twice, fighting with herself to look up at the taller individual. “My mother? Yes … we have gotten lost … parted … there was a festival before the scary monsters had brought themselves into the picture …”

Monsters. That was the term she had given the American uniforms. A shame she was one of them. The only thing the child could be thankful was that she was not a military personnel, just a citizen.

“I don’t suppose … I don’t suppose you are with them … are you?” Llana’s gaze toward the male curtained behind her mangled bangs, a frail finger pointing in the direction of the smoke from the gunfire that the squad of mischiefs (aka team hamilton) had caused. Though, something about her tone also hinted at the house that had collapsed upon itself. “There was quite a mess … yes … Harlow seems to think so too.”

Eyes narrowed almost catlike, Llana’s expression shifted rather dramatically for the period of the few seconds of interaction. “He says you are one of them and should be eliminated.”

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TheMADQ · Feb 12, 2019

Name: Brima
Gender: Genderless
Species: Life Spark
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

But without legs.

Another tear is space ripped open, and out came hundreds of floating mechanical eyes. They covered the sky like locusts and scattered across the city, finding any and everything and anything to scan. To the majority of the public it was nothing out of the ordinary, as most everyone was blind to them. They were enchanted with invisibility, it would take a very strong sensors to detect there presence. They avoided making direct contact with anything, as to hide there precancel and keep the integrity of the environment. One by one they scanned the entire area, they recorded the events unfolding everywhere. Each person that stood out to an eye was being followed, one in particular seemed ever more so interesting. The scans could tell that this person indeed was not a human, but a construct, an Android to be more exact. It circled around Maisy, the pupil of the mechanical eye opening wide, it was taking in as much data about her as it could. If it could be seen, it would more than likely look strange, it looked mechanical yet there was no clear reason as to why it worked, it had no means of propulsion, it just floated. It looked it magic, well that's because it was, it was simply enchanted to not be seen, record information, and fly. When they all had gathered enough information they all gathered into one location, as if they were waiting on something. A large rift opened in front of them, and they all flew through. Somehow they knew where and when the portal would open, and as soon as all of them had gone through it closed again. The only few that were left behind were the ones who were following the most interesting of people.

A few minutes passed by and Maisy felt a light tap on her shoulder. Whoever it was didn't give away an approach, there was no sense of prance except for a few moments before the tap on the shoulder. Before Maisy, was a robot although this one wasn't hiding who they were, they had on no cloths and no disguise. Though unlike herself it was clockwork. It had exposed gears and cogs, it appeared very primitive in designee. There was no wires or electricity flowing, it floated and much like the eyes form before it had no means of propulsion. It had no apparent reason to be able to move the way it was, or be off the ground at all. They stood with their back straight up, there head forward, there hands gracefully behind there back. They were very prim and proper for a construct of there quality. As if form out of nowhere they gently hand them a business card in between their fingers. "Hello Maisy, My name is Brima. I represent an entrepreneur by the name Ralovas‏ Willelm. He has recently become very interested in you." There sensors raised up and down on there head, the lenses zoomed in and analyzed them for themselves. They nodded, they seemed impressed in what they saw. "Now I see what Master Ralovas was talking about, you are incredible." Next to Brima a rift opened and they motioned to it. "If you are interested in discussing the expanding your business then just go on in."

If they go through the rift then Maisy will be transported right in front of this:

this is the scale of the building I wanted, but its all on level ground.

Surrounding the mansion is a beautiful topiary, many depict a dashing humanoid, or fantastical creatures. Mixed in was beautiful garden filled with many rare flowers. It expanded for acres, at the very end of the property, there was not a gate, but large oak trees that surrounded the whole property. If Maisy dose indeed go through the rift they will notice that when it closed that Brima didn't come with them.

Beleth · Feb 12, 2019

Another rift had opened.Maisy’s brows met at the center before furrowing downward at the sight of the floating scanners. It seemed as though the rest of the Brazilian Civilization either ignored it or were numbed to the addition of chaos. Were they even aware that something new joined the battlefield?

She had half a mind to call Another back and retreat for the time being. Projectiles just had to be the one thing that stumbled the assassin during training and protocol. These ...things … would surely give her away, rendering the whole reason why the creator had sent her completely useless.

If there was one thing she could think of that could remotely damage her prized creation …-

Maisy stopped her thoughts shortly. There was no need to get into that type of thinking.

One of the lenses had gotten too close to the pseudo-human for her own comfort. It would be in her best interest to react in a human-like fashion. Had it been up to her, the mechanical object would have ceased to exist the moment it entered her space.

But it was not up to her.

There had been many things the android had wanted to do to a specific number of people and things; but given her current mission to expand her business, scaring off prospect buyers was most certainly not the way to go.

Once it had scanned her it joined up with a set of fellow drone-like machinery into the very rift that had been terrorizing everyone.

Were they leading to the individual responsible?

The android let out an exhale, breathing in the environment’s smog for a moment, turning her head at the hand upon her shoulder. It had been an android - no - robot. All bare, everything hanging out. Had it no dignity? She had half of a mind to grab the nearest blanket and chuck it over the prototype before her more-so out of spite than anything else.

If only.

Maisy’s face returned back to its neutral state, slightly rolling her shoulders and flexing her back to ‘wash’ off the tension that was building. “Ravolas Willhelm? Is that the one responsible for this mess?” The android made no effort, no concern to gesture to the mayhem that shook behind her. If this thing was with the other drones, there would be some sort of connection. No creation came out of nowhere, after all. It didn’t seem advanced enough to create another robotics.

The speaker continued, scanning her in a way that reminded her of the last lens. It took every ounce of the android’s being to not growl in frustration the same way she would when Another took the last of the sweets. Incredible? That wasn’t the word she’d exactly use for all of the accomplishments she had made. But it was a compliment nonetheless.

Though, there begged a question: How did this Willhelm individual know about her presence? Moreover, her business?

A rift opened up in front of her as the messenger had stopped speaking, alarming Maisy’s suspicions once more. By the looks of it, she didn’t have enough time to call Another back to be by her side.

Then again, this was an opportunity to advance in her achievements. The creator closed her eyes once, reaching out to the individual she had sent out.

"There have a shift in plans. Stand down until further notice."

Sure thing, Supremacy! As soon as it had made itself known, Another’s assassination mode replaced itself with her cheerful disposition, kicking the rooftop with a type of spacey confusion. Why was I here again?

Maisy didn’t bother with a response. Instead, she nodded in Brima’s direction.

“I accept,” while stepping into the rift, shoulders pulled back and taking a moment to watch as the portal closed behind her. A sense of uneasiness trickled in lightly at the sight of leaving the polite robot behind. Turning her head back, the android took note of the stone palace the portal had left her in.

This most certainly was not Brazil.

Maisy took a moment to scan her surroundings, wincing at the lack of results. There had been no indicator of existing lands.

…

… were those androids roaming the tops of the land? This most certainly had her interest.

So much so the pseudo-human found herself walking toward the unknown area, suspicion both an enemy and an ally of her own.

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TheMADQ · Feb 19, 2019