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Roy and Mr. Purprle were definitely still trying to kill each other Aduain had soon found. Or at least hurt each other as this didn't feel like they were just feeling their opponent out. Granted that was likely due to all the yelling they were doing at each other without really listening to one another. The aquarian could follow Mr. Purple's ideas well enough but what exactly it meant for them all to be from different worlds escaped him. Despite his appearance and not having given the demon anything else to refer to him by, it did wrinkle the boy's non-existent nose a bit to be referred to simply as a talking fish. Aduain had a sneaking suspicion about the two he hesitated to put to words, even in his own head but as the shouting really ramped up there was little he could do to silence. "They're both knuckleheads huh..." Aduain muttered as Cyan's sword caught fire. That much at least was really cool, most of the fighting was. But the core of the issue was Roy was pretty intent on killing the only source of remotely useful information immediately present. The fish went from passively watching to tensing up as the two continued. Roy's power in particular interested him. Though no one here felt like they quite had nen, Aduain couldn't shake how Roy's powers acted like he did. Right now he was using something almost exactly like the Ko technique where one could divert all of their nen to a specific part of their body, in this case Roy's fingertips. The fish had yet to train at this technique well enough to consider using it in a fight so initially he was caught up in awe for seeing it used in this strange new place. But then Mr. Purple's entire body caught on fire and the two seemed intent on destroying the entire park, something Aduain didn't appreciate as he was still standing on it. The fish readied his weapon as air began to flow violently around his body. An explosion of the boy's nen that could be felt by even those who could not use nen took hold in the form of the Ten technique. In a flash Aduain had moved from his position on the sidelines and was between the two meatheads just as they were closing in on each other. The boy thrust his trident upward, catching Roy's aura loaded hand between the prongs and shove the hand's aim into the sky to release it's attack into empty space rather than Mr. Purple's head. But Mr. Purple was currently on fire and still charging in so in a single motion Aduain dropped to the ground in a handstand. His trident would begin to lower but the boy would add a kick to Roy's arm to entirely dislodge his weapon from the man's limb before his next move. Aduain lifted one hand from the ground to catch the weapon as it fell then did the splits in this position, one webbed foot aimed at either combatant before his nen surged in front of both of them. The boy's nen flowed into two circles at the ends of either foot which soon erupted into powerful geysers of what looked and felt like water. There was enough pressure to push both Roy and Cyan some distance apart from each other though how effective the boy's nen taking on the properties of water would prove at dowsing the figurative or literal flames engulfing either of them remained to be seen. With his single hand on the ground Aduain pushed up several feet into their and did something of a cartwheel to land back on his feet before looking to either of them with a scowl on his face. "Are you two idiots done?" The fish questioned authoritatively such that the question was more a command to stop than anything. He was a Hunter after all. This wasn't his first time stopping a street fight. He turned to Roy first. "Killing the only guy who knows anything is stupid!" he shouted before turning to Cyan. "And not just explaining what's going on if you know is stupid too! If you wanna kill each other do it somewhere you're not breaking anyone's stuff!" He continued admonishing them for lack of concern to any of this Prana place's public property. His expression softened after his scolding concluded though. "Anyway, you're both really cool so I hope you don't go through with the whole killing each other thing. Been nice knowing you if you do! I'm heading into town." Aduain concluded with a smile as he began a light run off towards the others as he felt the need to usher them away from the more violent duo. Though despite the precise movement he had displayed to intercept the two he now tripped and rolled back to his feet attempting to play it off like it was planned.

Episode 1: The Grand Order Theme Song Saber… masters of swords whose own legends often surpass beyond they who wield them. Lancer… wielders of spears, lances, any and all weapons that provide the extra reach that make striking them down all but impossible. Archer… the true masters of the long-range weaponry who possess such incredible strength of will that they virtually become their own masters. Rider… they who've mastered their mounts to such a degree that even upon their own feet they are a passing blur to untrained eyes. Caster… magicians, sorcerers, witches, and warlocks, they are the artisans of the magical arts, purveyors of spells and enchantments long lost to modern time and its scientific convention. Assassin… the shadow walkers who move silent and unseen by their victims until their blades are buried to the hilt in their heart. Berserker… the mad dogs of war whose sheer physical might is rivaled only by their inhuman madness… Avenger… they whose lives were spent in the name of vengeance, be it for themselves or others… Ruler… they whom sat upon their thrones and pedestals as the people below looked up to them to follow their every word, their every command, those who inspire faith, who inspire loyalty, who are led as much as they lead. Each class unique, each suited for battle, each ready to save the world... 9:30 AM, Chaldean Command Room Chaldea was in a buzz, making sure everything was up and running. They couldn't afford mistakes today, not when it was finally time. Standing in the center of the room, right in front of the blue globe was one Kirschtaria Wodime, his presence was like a shot in the arm to every other worker in the room. After ensuring that the globe was indeed working as intended, the man walked over back towards the entrance of the room, looking for one person in particular. She didn't seem to be in this room, which could only mean... The Director walked out of the room, walking down the white halls until he came to the lab. Respectably and gracefully, he knocked on the door before calling out. "Aino, today's the day. Make sure you are dressed in proper uniform before coming to the entrance. The others will be here in thirty minutes, and we'll need to greet them," with that, he felt, headed right to the entrance of Chaldea, watching the falling snow as he waited for the helicopters to arrive. 10 AM, Unknown location Over a snowy land, four helicopters flew, each headed to the same destination, despite coming form many different places on Earth. Before each person could board their helicopter, they were blindfolded, and while given a choice of music to listen to, were not given much else in terms of entertainment. However, as the helicopters neared Chaldea, their blindfolds were taken off... With Souta Aozaki, as soon as the blindfold came off, he could see a woman that looked to be in her twenties sitting across from him, a book on her lap. "We're getting close to Chaldea," She informed him. "The Director seems eager to meet you, and to that end, has arranged this catalyst for you," She handed him the book, one that was obviously old and well read, the words "A Study in Scarlet" nearly faded from the cover. "Mr. Wodime himself gave this catalyst, so be sure to take care of it," She said with a smile. With Adonis Daiwe, the undoing of his blindfold revealed an old Israelian man, a briefcase siting next to the suited man. With a heavy sigh, the old man picked up the suit case, pressing his finger against some sort of scanner. After his finger was scanned, the suitcase opened with a heavy hiss, revealing a piece of a stone tablet on it. There seemed to be some sort of marking on it, but the tablet piece was so small, there was no way the marking was an entire symbol. "This is a priceless treasure of our people," He explained solemnly. "It took almost three hundred years to find, and frankly, if it wasn't for Chaldea and its immense resources, there would be no way the Israel government would hand this over. Be very sure to take good care of it," He carefully picked up the stone tablet and handed it over to Adonis, closing the case soon after. Maita Masahiko was greeted with the sight of a short man with red hair. "Alright, 'ere's de deal," The man said as he flipped a golden ring into the air, it landing on Maita's lap. "Dis 'ere is a ring dat was owned by de great Iresh 'ero, Cu Chulainn. Wit any loehck, dat's who'll you'll get. We'd 'ave gahtten you de earrengs dat were used last time to soehmmahn 'im, but dat twet Bazzet lost dem, alahng wit 'er life. Be sure naht to lose dese, we'd like to soehmmahn 'im in ahther holy grail wars," He shrugged as he leaned back. "We dahn't know what class you'll get, I guess hope fahr Lancer," And finally, Genevieve Mireille had what looked like a talent agent sitting across from her, a small smile on their face. On their lap was a small case designed to hold glasses, but when it was opened, all there was inside was a monocle. "This monocle looks very ordinary, but believe me when I say it's anything but," The agent explained as they carefully handed it over to Genny. "It took a lot for us to get our hands on this. As it turns out, stealing form a family of thieves isn't easy," With a chuckle they looked out the window. "Oh... we're here," As the helicopters landed and shut their engines off, they were greeted by Wodime standing outside, unperturbed by the snow and the wind the helicopters created. He gently dusted off some snow from his shoulder as they all approached him, a large smile on the man's face. "Welcome everyone, to Chaldea!" He threw his arms out wide as he said this in a grand tone. "Today marks the day where we take our first steps to protect the Human Order. Are you ready to take that journey with us?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned around, slipping past Aino and headed into the building, obviously expecting the others to follow. "Now, we do have uniforms for you all, however, there is something I'm sure you all would rather do first," He said as he traveled down the white halls. "After all, one of the most exciting parts of saving the world is meeting the hero you'll do it with, right?" He stopped in front of two large black doors, waiting for the others to catch up. "From this moment on, your very lives will change. If any of you have any second thoughts, now is the time to back down," He paused before he looked to Aino. "Except you Aino, you have to stay," He then reached over and pushed opened the door, revealing a sort of waiting room. There were a few chairs and a large viewing window next to a door that lead to the room beyond, where there was another room, one completely empty expect for a singular circular table. Sitting in one of the chairs was a handsome man with white hair wearing a lab coat. Seeing the group enter, he stood up, straightening his jacket. "Director, I assume it's time?" he asked, his voice tinged with a German accent. "Indeed it is, Albert!" Wodime confirmed as he walked over to stand by him. "Why don't you explain to our new members what exactly how they'll summon their Servants?" With a nod, the white haired man approached the other and gave a polite bow. "Greetings everyone, my name is Albert Einstein, but you can call me Albert, if you wish," He greeted, as he turned to the window. "That room is our Summoning Chamber, and in it lies perhaps our most valuable artifact. It's a table of Arthurian fame, the Round Table, a place where heroes gather. Using it and your catalysts, we will call your servants into the world. Now, we have to do this one at a time, so what you'll do is walk into the room, and place your catalyst on the table. Then, you place your hand on the edges on the able, and let your magic flow into the the table, and then... call out!" He pumped a fist before continuing. "Be it a chant, a cry for help, or just a command, if you lay all your convictions into your words and reach out, a hero will answer you!" As he was explaining this, Wodime walked over to Aino, handing her a teacup filled with warm tea. "Be careful not to spill it. I'm sure your Heroic Spirit will enjoy it once they're summoned," After this he walked up to join Albert and turned to address the others. "And there you have it! Your destiny now awaits for you! Who will step up first?" OOC

As Rei looked over at Hakaro one of her eyes twitched as she heard the noises from Yasha. Why does he get to be so excited? The one who left while she... The girl decided to focus on Hakaro instead. She didn't want to go down that path with her thoughts. Especially not with this jerk right here. "You're Konpaku, right? What's your quirk? I damn well hope you quit being coy, because otherwise it's gonna be an uphill battle." "Oh gee isn't that such a shame. For you." Why's everyone asking for her Quirk lately? At first her not telling everyone had been just a joke. They didn't really NEED to know and it was more fun this way. Now though? Now she didn't want to say just to spite that girl. She couldn't know who was giving information and even if it wasn't whoever she told they might overhear. The girl might've figured it out but she still wouldn't give her the satisfaction of being certain. Plus this guy was a jerk so she didn't really want to give him an answer. "Unless you are just planning on surrendering. I imagine if you ever saw a real villain you would just drop to your knees and beg." She gave a hollow laugh. Right, sure she would. He could go ahead and think that if he wanted. She didn't need HIS approval and she already knew that she was totally fine on her own. She could handle herself. She had no other choice anyway. Even still. His stupid face and stupid assumption was really...stupid. And stupid was annoying. Rei realized she was pretty ticked off. Maybe unreasonably but who cared? They didn't like her anyway so what did it matter? "It wouldn't do any good to tell you anyway. But here, maybe I can show you." To Hakaro it would seem she was just sitting there doing nothing. But then he'd feel his chair move. As Rei used her invisiarms to grab onto the front two legs of his chair and suddenly pull up on them to tip the chair over and topple him. If he was going to act like a pile of dirt he could lay on the ground like one.

"First off! Omuro Yumi, Yokuna Yasha… Seigi… Taiana… And… Kemuri Nataria… why does this class have so much katakana…" he scratched at the back of his head, making a sound like scraping metal, "Anyway, you four will be fighting your science teacher, Hemlock." Diana froze at this. Not only was it the teacher whose quirk she had no real clue about, but she was paired with... "Wait. You mean to tell me we get to fight our teachers?! And we're being graded on how well we fight?! And we won't get in trouble if we punch them?! GUYS, THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOOOOOOOME!!" She closed her eyes and began to shake a bit as Yasha revved up. Sure, she had gotten more used to sharing a room with him, but he still... The girl gripped her right elbow and shook a bit harder, just trying to breathe. It would be okay. It had to be okay. She could look up Ms. Yuuka later, and the noises weren't going to hurt her. She just had to be careful. That was all. Yeah... Not that this sub was inspiring confidence with that villainous pose he was striking. "[S-so, um,] me, Natalia, Yasha, and Yumi...?" Diana thought aloud, then raised her voice, "Sir, could we maybe change seats for the time being, so that we can sit with our groups? It feels a bit, uh, [cacophonous] to be yelling across the room, when we could discuss amongst ourselves." Dreadbolt looked out over the class, seeing that multiple students had already moved, or were shouting over each other. "That's... probably a good idea. Did everyone hear Seigi? Move around so you are beside your teammates, okay?"

It seemed that the aura in the room varied from enthused to confused. What are people so bent about? What kind of school did they think this was? Ruby Heart was strong, but he was already formulating strategies. After all, she wasn't the strongest hero he planned to beat, now was she? "What's got you so worked up?" It was the girl that sat in front of him, who had asked if him and Guitar Hero were dating. Probably in the bottom five percentiles for academic scores, as he had it estimated. "You're Konpaku, right? What's your quirk? I damn well hope you quit being coy, because otherwise it's gonna be an uphill battle." He rolled his eyes with disdain, "Unless you are just planning on surrendering. I imagine if you ever saw a real villain you would just drop to your knees and beg." In his defense, he was in the dark about the previous day's events. "Ah... Does the sheet say anything about whether we're expected to actually win? With a numbers advantage, I get the idea of us holding up at least a bit, but... Winning seems like a long shot any way I look at it." Dreadbolt silently nodded in agreement, before looking back down at his notes. The conversations in the room resumed for a good deal of time as he flipped back and forth, making sure he didn't miss anything. "So… it looks like there will be an alternate win condition for you students, but it doesn't say what. It is going to be a mock-villain scenario, so a big part is for you kids to work with information you only just gained. My advice for beating someone stronger than you is simple:" Dreadbolt took a heroic pose, complete with a heroic slouch and a heroic terrifying grin, and gave a heroic thumbs-up, "Just drop a building on them!"

Cyan grit his teeth as the pressure on his chest was increased. “I’d love to answer your stupid fucking questions, but first would you kindly...” Roy would suddenly feel his foot drop, splintering the tree that was behind the demon as it went through smoke. He would also feel someone grabbing the back of his collar. “...get the FUCK off me!” Cyanthrax rolled Roy over his shoulder, slamming him onto the ground. The demon brushed off his jacket, giving the boy a nasty glare. “As for your question, I know of a Morgan.” He eyed the boy up and down. “...I doubt it’s whoever the fuck you’re talking about, unless you’re looking for a bratty witch with a thing for skulls.” The demon crossed his arms, letting out a sigh. “Not like it matters. We’re all from different worlds, dumbass; none of the shit you’re talking about means anything to me. Or anyone else here. Couldn’t you tell at least something was up when you saw a talking fish?” He pointed towards Aduain, before moving his arms towards the trio of wizards. “Or how about the group of wizards casually talking about magic over there? Maybe...” He moved his hand towards Devin, tilting his head. “...well I have no idea what I’m looking at, but I doubt they have whatever the fuck that is from where you are.” He turned back towards Roy, crossing his arms. The grass surrounding Roy began to be singed by the heat emanating from his body as he balled his fists, getting a better grip. Before Cyan could react, Roy had pushed himself up into a handstand, driving both of his heels into the demon's chin. A small sonic boom was released from the sheer speed of his feet, echoing through the park as a loud crack to punctuate his hit. "An abomination made by those crazy bioalchemists. And I don't know what the fuck a wizard is, but what I can hear of their talk sounds a hell of a lot like the witches I've had to turn into pulp." He tilted his head back and forth, letting out a series of pops, before glancing back at the assembled group. "You know, after I'm done with you, I'm going to have to ask them, too. I'd much prefer you told me who the hell is in charge of what the hell is going on here. After my years in the cavalry, I never liked dealing with kids." Cyan picked himself up from the ground, cracking his knuckles. “You’re somehow dumber than you look - a fucking MIRACLE if you ask me!” A wicked grin stretched across his face, as he snapped his fingers. In front of him appeared flames and, from the flames, appeared a rapier that the demon caught with his left hand. “I can’t wait to make you bleed while you still can!” With inhuman speeds, the demon lunged forwards, leaving a trail of flame and smoke behind him. A hellish flame consumed his sword as the demon moved in, ready to impale his target. "Huh. Southpaw, then?" With a swift dip to his left, Roy narrowly dodged the lunge, before unleashing a flurry of blows tracing up Cyan's arm, ending with a solid palm strike to his chest. When it hit, a blast of hot air was released from between the two of them, turning all the grass within ten feet of them into ash that was instantly scattered. The demon, while seemingly uninjured, was launched back a good deal by this last attack. "Please tell me you can do more than light your stupid sword on fire. Toys like that are weak as hell." He pounded on his chest with both fists, a grin now overtaking his own face as well. "SHOW ME SOMETHING INTERESTING!" “HAH! YOU'RE REALLY GONNA TALK A HIT LIKE THAT!?” He screamed, slashing at the air in front of him. “I’ve been hit harder by a teenage girl, you runt!” Flames circled around Cyanthrax as his eyes narrowed. “You wanna see something interesting!? I’LL GIVE YOU INTERESTING!” He barked, flames coming from his mouth. He rocketed towards Roy once again at alarming speeds, this time propelled by flames from his feet. This time, however, as he got close to the man, he would disappear in smoke. Cyan slashed at Roy’s back as he appeared behind him, the tip of his blade ignited with a dark, demonic flame as it left a trail of smoke. A hint of a laugh escaped Roy's lips as his opponent disappeared in front of his eyes. He could hear him reappear behind him, but he was already moving accordingly. After all, this wasn't the first time the coward had used this trick. As Roy pivoted on his heel, digging his feet into the ground to stabilize him for his next attack, Aduain (and anyone else capable of observing Roy's aura) would see his whole body go dark, as it all was focused into the five tips of his fingers of his right hand. Even to those unable to see the mechanism by which Roy powered himself up would see a bright light shining from the hand, eclipsed by the man and the demon in the briefest fragment of time. "FIVE-FINGER" Roy lunged forward toward his opponent, taking no regard for self-preservation. He was the unstoppable force, not the well-reasoned, cautious one. "BUNKER BUSTER!" A black substance formed around Cyanthrax’s body, before he seemingly burst into hellfire. From within the fiery body that was now Cyanthrax came a light, waiting for the bastard to come near him. “LET’S BLOW THIS PLACE SKY HIGH, MOTHERFUCKER!” He was ready to nuke the place in hellfire, making sure Roy was as close to the explosion as possible.