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If someone was supposed to show up and give the students the tour, they sure weren't showing up. Maybe the tour wasn't guided? Theo thought about going to explore the campus on her own if someone didn't show up soon. But then, someone did show up. Or, rather, something. “What… the hell is that thing…?” The witch turned her gaze toward... what the hell was that thing? No matter how she adjusted her eyes, it was somehow always out of focus. Its entire body was solid black, like some sort of charcoal drawing, except for its bright red eyes that seemed to stare at her and everyone else assembled outside all at the same time. It pointed ominously at seemingly nothing, then... when Theo blinked her eyes, it was gone. Whatever that was all about. Shortly after its departure though, something else happened. A bloodcurdling scream, and soon after that? Violence. Whatever the hell was these kids' problem, one of them had chosen to make it Theodora's problem. Being fairly in-shape was practically a requirement for witchcraft, but even so, the element of surprise had let them nick her neck with their nails. Whatever the hell their problem was, they were going to learn today. Among the many rules in witch society, two of the most important were separated only by context. Never leave a debt unpaid, and never leave a grudge unresolved. Whatever inspired this delinquent to attack Theodora, it definitely had earned a grudge, and she wasn't about to leave it unresolved. Unfortunately, Theo had left her aptly-named "bag of tricks" on her seat when she got up to address the boys. And it wasn't like she'd have time to stir something up in a cauldron, never mind the fact there wasn't one near her. This meant that all she had to work with was her own two hands, and what little tricks she could do without any prep time or special tools. However, witchcraft had many uses, and its power could be used in surprising ways. When the mad delinquent ran at Theo for a second swipe, she was ready this time. She stepped out of the way, plucking a single hair off their head as they stumbled past her. Hair was a very powerful tool for spells meant to work on one specific person. Anything containing the target's DNA, really, but hair was the most accessible. With a wave of her other hand over her prize, the hair began to glow. Only for her to drop it to the ground, ducking down to the ground as her assailant charged in for a third strike. Not getting hit again was nice and all, but being low to the ground for this next part was what Theo really needed. She put her hands over the grass, combing it down over the hair she'd placed down. As she did, the blades she touched glowed a sickly pale purple, and the grass beneath the delinquent's feet did the same. Only for that grass to then shoot up like vines, wrapping itself tight around their wrists and ankles, then dragging them down to the ground, where they thrashed and flailed in an attempt to break free. That wasn't going to happen as long as Theo kept the spell going. And she had no intention of getting up from her spot on the ground just yet. "Well, I'd say that's witchcraft: one, brute force: zero." That said, she didn't want to stay here forever. She could fix up a more semi-permanent solution for her assailant, but it required things from her bag. And going to get those things meant moving away from where she was currently doing her thing, and the spell would probably break in the time it took her to get the bag herself. So, she glanced around the crowd, looking for anyone who looked to still be sane and not currently occupied. "You there, could you be a peach and get my bag? It's over there hanging from that chair, the one with the rabbit pins on it."

"Pretty stupid to wait all this time and then just run away before anything happens, huh?" a voice called out to Reno. He stopped in place, turning his head to look over his shoulder. The boy considered her words before firing back. “Yeah, well I didn’t get into this school for my genius intelligence. If something happens, you let me know and I’ll eat my own shoe, how about that?” He snarked. He continued his walk until his path was blocked by a… bird man? Wait no, that was a mask. Right? Probably. "Hear me out, my friends," the birdman’s tone reminded Reno of one too many teachers trying to be kind but authoritative. "I implore that you go on the tour with us. Don't you want to see what this place has to offer! Look around you!" the birdman motioned to the masses of students around them, "Isn't this place amazing? Do you not believe this place has amazing things to offer amazing young people like you?" Reno’s eyes drifted around. He saw a lot of trees… a rundown building… some crazy looking people. Okay, the birdman wasn’t wrong, this place was kind of amazing, but… "I would rather everyone here get off to a good start. There's no use for you to be here if you aren't willing to do it straight...this is a fresh start for all of us...I plead you do not waste it." Flynn walked past the two, standing out of their way. "I will not stop you from leaving, I just thought that I would plead this school's case." He flashed the two a thumbs up. "My name is Flynn Guerrero! The Fly Boy! I hope you reconsider your attempt at hooky, and attend the tour with me!" “I like your guts, Bird Boy, but you’re wrong about one thing. This isn’t a fresh start. This is just the latest stop. Enjoy the school tour or whatever. I’m outta here.” Reno waved off Flynn as he continued to walk away from the group. A pink haired girl walked out of the school group, following Reno, Blake, and Ori’s lead. She smiled at Flynn as she passed by him. “You’re a good guy, Flynn. But I think I’m gonna follow them. Might as well make sure they don’t cause too much trouble.” She stated with a confident smile. There was only one road to town from Dead End Academy, so the four naturally found themselves walking down that road together. The cool wind nipped at them as they walked down the road. There was hardly a sound beyond the sound of their own footsteps walking the poorly paved road. “So, what are you gonna do when you get into town?” Reno asked Blake. His eyes kept drifting over to Ori, but each time, he forced himself to focus back on Blake. It was obvious he wanted to ask Ori things but was holding back. “I’m thinkin’ of hitting up the park myself. Seems like a good place to get a workout, if you know what I mean.” Whatever reservations Reno might have had with questioning Ori, the pink haired girl didn’t share. She leaned over as she walked, staring directly at Ori’s eyes. Ori could see that the girl’s eyes had a star pattern right in the center of them. “You look really cool!” She stated as bluntly as a baseball bat. “My name is Destiny! What’s yours?” Instead of letting Ori answer, she followed up with a barrage of questions. “What does something like you eat? Oh, your hair looks so soft, can I pet you? Isn’t it hard to sleep on your back with wings like that?” Her barrage of questions ended with one final question. “Hey, are you strong?” Ori could see a smile slowly grow on Destiny’s face. Something about it seemed… off. Her eyes stared too intensely, her friendly smile felt hostile. Like if Ori answered wrong, they would have to defend themselves right away. The atmosphere grew heavier as Destiny waited for an answer. However, the need to answer never came. They group heard the sound of a car horn beeping at them, breaking the tension instantly. A beat up looking red pickup truck pulled up to them, coming to a stop by them. The window rolled down to reveal… A tyrannosaurus head on top of a muscular body. “Yo, you all need a ride to town?” the dinosaur asked, leaning out the window to better talk to the group. “You got a few miles before you hit the outskirts.” “Yeah, my parents told me never to talk to strangers.” Reno quipped. “They probably told ya not to skip school either, but here you all are.” was the expert counter. “I’m the school gym teacher!” “Really? Shouldn’t you be telling us to go back to school then?” Destiny asked. “Eh, you guys don’t technically have school, and frankly, I think trying to force you all ain’t a good idea.” He motioned to the back end of the pickup truck. “I’m headed into town to pick up some gym supplies. You all can hitch a ride with me. Turn an hour and a half walk into a ten minute ride.” “Well, I’m convinced,” Reno jumped into the bed of the truck, finding a comfortable spot and settling in. “You all coming or what?” Those who stayed behind would find that still no one had come yet. A blonde haired girl sighed loudly as she waited. She looked around, trying to find any sort of sign that a teacher was coming. Instead, she saw a bunch of nothing. Her eyes drifted as she listened to the people yammering off in the background. Until her eyes noticed something off. “What… the hell is that thing…?” she muttered, pointing towards the edge of the forest that grew behind the school. At the very edge of the forest stood something. It lumbered towards the schoolyard slowly. The thing’s seven foot tall black body seemed almost like a charcoal drawing come to life, something that closely mimicked reality yet was obviously fake. Or perhaps more fittingly, this was something that seemed fake yet was so obviously real. Its whole being seemed to be fuzzy. As if everyone was viewing it through an unfocused camera, or maybe as if it was living static. The only thing people could make out for sure were two large orbs of brilliant ruby red sitting where one would assume eyes would be. They seemed to look directly into everyone’s eyes at once, despite how impossible that was. It suddenly stopped walking, standing still in the middle of the field, a good fifty feet away from the students. It raised what one could assume was an arm and pointed at the gathered group. It remained silent and unmoving, as if it had become a statue. And then, it was gone. It vanished from everyone’s sight, as if it was never there in the first place. As if it never existed at all. A sudden blood curdling scream shattered the silence. The group of ten or so delinquents surrounded the freshmen. Some were hunched over, some looked as if they were struggling to stand. They were twitching as they stood there, as if they were trying to intimidate the freshman. “Oy, what’s you guys’ problems?” the blonde hair girl half asked, half taunted the delinquents. There was no answer. Instead one of the girls ran forward, faster than the blonde haired girl could process. The delinquent threw a punch, hitting the girl right across the face. The blonde hair girl flew back into the crowd, landing right next to Catherine. “What the hell is your—” The girl tried to sit up. Her lip was busted and bleeding. Before she could even completely get up, the assaulting delinquent leapt on top of her, pinning her to the ground. Without another word, she opened her mouth and bit straight into the blonde haired girl’s shoulder. “ARRRGH! WHAT THE BLOODY—?!” She struggled to get the delinquent off her, but no matter how she struggled, she just couldn’t do it. She looked over to Catherine. “Hey, help me would you?!” She pleaded. At that moment, the other delinquents attacked. One attempted to jump on Catherine’s back and bit into her shoulder. Two rushed at Flynn. One threw a wild haymaker at the man’s beak while the other attempted to tackle him. One leapt at Theo, trying to swipe at her throat with their nails. A rather big man roared and attempted to slam both of his hands on top of Nalu’s skull. And the rest attacked the rest of the freshman. It was an all out brawl, a tumultuous throw down! OOC

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BGM The seas were quiet that night. Nalu sat at the water's edge, toes melting into the surf and sand, tail wagging in the wind. Gentle waves lapped against the edges of volcanic rocks, cradling them in seafoam and triggering a pale blue glow in the sea. These sorts of nights were rare, but the sight was mesmerizing. The twinkling stars in the sky were just as breathtaking. It was almost enough to get her mind off the move. For most of her life, this is all she knew. The wind. The sea. The black rocks. The sand. And now... now she was gonna leave it all behind. And she still wasn't entirely sure what to think about it. She should be happy, for the chance to get out there, to meet people, to learn how to be human. But some matrix approximating a hear inside her ached for the carefree days of yesterday, snatching fish from reefs and chasing her makuahine around the la- "Nalu? What're you doing out there?" Speak of the kiapolō... Nalu's mom sat down next to her on the beach, and wrapped her prosthetic arm around what approximation Nalu had made for shoulders tonight. "...enjoying the bioluminescence, kiddo? That's not something you see every day." "...I am, māmā. It's really pretty. Almost like that old projector we..." Nalu trailed off after a minute, awash in memory. It took a minute for either to press past the unease hanging in the air. "Ku'u keiki, it's okay if you're nervous about all of this. Aʻole loa, I definitely am." "B-but I shouldn't be, right? I-I-" Liquid started streaming down her "cheeks" unprompted, like she had seen mother do after her rampage, after all of her pain and the arm and- "Kiddo..." Lani wrapped her child into a hug, letting the sea monster-turned-girl's tears soak the woman's short sleeves. "Kiddo, come here. You're not broken , you're just feeling some heartache, ok?" "I d-don't have heart..." is all Nalu could blubber out before descending into full on sobs. "It's all gonna be ok, ipo. How about we just sit here in our slippahs for a while? Watch the sea for a while" Nalu nodded and gradually, the two turned back to the sea and the stars. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BGM First days can be stressful for most people, but Naluea Kainoa is anything but typical. Here she was quarter-way round the world sitting legs criss-crossed on a field of green grass (having not so gently put the foldable chair aside), getting ready to actually get to go to school. She had been dreaming of this for years, for a chance to actually experience personhood school life like humans her peers. She was frantically fidgeting with her hawaiian shirt, feeling the fishnet fabric her mom had used to patch it up as her pixie-cut hair swiveled a bit of its own accord. That's the problem with being an amorphous sea monster - every part of you has somewhat of a mind of its own, and all of them have relentless energy that has to come out. And so fidget she must, lest a tail pop out of her back or her limbs melt or some other form meltdown she didn't need right now. Soon the principal (wasn't his name literally Mr. Principal or something?) went up to speak with... to be frank one of the most targeted speeches she's ever heard (she thinks? maybe it's just an expression...), which she mostly tunes out by accident upon smelling a familiar scent. Iron. Smoke. Gunpowder. Blood. A pumped shotgun targeted straight for her flank. An arm in one of her mouths, broken off by accident in frenzy. Violence movie-monster style, with high violence and horror stings and so, so much gore- She snaps out of the flashbacks when she hears the principal mention a tour. Oooh, that sounds exciting, a chance to 'acclimate to her environment' like māmā always said in those notes of hers. Besides, it would be a good opportunity to meet people, and cod she wanted to meet people. And then she hears him. She can tell instantly - her nose doesn't lie on stuff like this. It's the same smell of smoke, blood, and violence. "Yeah, fuck this! A school is a school! You've seen one, you've seen them all! I'm heading into town! If you dumbasses had any sense, you'd do the same!" Nalu finds herself convinced by the statement for an instant, despite the mistrust in her gut. She's probably wrong, he's probably totally fine, her rival-sensing instincts are probably keyed wrong against humans, she shouldn't trust authority - And then another voice rung out, coming from a... wait, is that a luchador? Like the one mom used to watch all of the time? "Hear me out, my friends, I implore that you go on the tour with us." Oh yeah, she could absolutely trust this guy. As soon as he was done, Nalu ran up behind him and called out "Aloha kakahiaka!" (Good morning!) The wrestler's demeanor softened immediately from his prior posturing. "Oh! Aloha too you too!" She's grinning from ear to ear at this. Finally! A friend! Someone to talk to! Oh she's been so so excited about this oh yeah- "I liked your speech! Really convinced me but... honestly that's not saying much, given me. Hehe." "Easy to convince eh? Sort of going with the flow? Is that what lead you to Dead End?" "That and the fact I have no moral code, because māmā thinks that's important or something. I'm not really that sure, you know?" The wrestler scratched the back of his head. "Mi madre tends to think morals are pretty important. My dad was the one who beat them into me! Haha!" He stuck his hand out to Nalu. Offering something, maybe? "I am Flynn Guerrero. What may I call you?" Nalu took the hand and shook like her mā had taught her... albeit a little too hard. "Call me Nalu! Nice to meet ya, Flynn. I can call you Flynn, right?" "Flynn? Fly Boy? Next World Heavyweight Champion? Whatever rolls off your tongue right. I think we'll be good friends Nalu! Maybe you can learn a thing or two about morals from me." Nalu was still not fully sure what morals were useful for, but she didn't want to disappoint her māmā, so learning more about them... "I would like that a lot!" she replied enthusiastically. The scent hit her again. "...that one guy's a jerk though, right? Got... rather bad vibes off of him." "That guy with the sharp lookin teeth? Nah he's harmless. Just probably looking for some attention and comraderie! I cannot judge him too harshly though. It is not my place." Flynn put a hand on Nalu's shoulder as she shuddered slightly. "I can only hope to change his mind for the better." "Hopefully..." Nalu said, more hesitantly. She knew that feeling. She did not like it one bit. Part of her wanted to go over him and rend him to chum already. The other part wanted to stay as far away as she could. "Cheer up friend! We've got a whole school year ahead of us together! Let's you and me go on that tour and really have a blast!" The enthusiasm was contagious for her, helping her shake it off relatively quickly. "Yeah! The tour's gonna be so fun. My first time in a school..." She looked over to the haunted mansion of a school with a massive, predatory grin. Oh, the places they'll go...

Flynn wasn't quick enough to make it to Nalu in time, as the delinquent's fists came hammering down upon her head. He watched as the girls head shattered apart...or splattered apart. Nalu seemed to be entirely comprised of liquid. He head squished it's shape, and she seemed unphased. The display was another shock for Flynn, as the girl he had just been conversing rather friendly with was just an amorphous blob, not that there was anything wrong with that of course. Her assailant had become rather feral, flailing around in a vein attempt to try and damage her. Even though the girl seemed to be able to handle him, Flynn still made an attempt to go and assist her. He was stopped in his tracks when the kid he had sent flying prior was now grabbing at his waist. Flynn went to try and rip the thug's grip apart, but it proved to be more difficult than he initially thought. Flynn was hoisted into the air by his middle. This technique was familiar to a grappler such as himself! He was about to take the brunt of a German Supplex. Smiling beneath his mask, Flynn tucked his chin into his chest, and protected his neck with clasped hands. Flynn crashed into the ground harder than he had on any wrestling mat before, and let out a loud grunt as he did so. It was probably the third of fourth hardest bump he had taken in his life up until this point. His opponent had dropped the hold on his waist, as Flynn writhed and wriggled in agony on the ground. The crowd that had been watching their fight specifically had begun to gasp, almost reaching out for the Luchador. He couldn't help but give a faint smile through the pain. Everybody liked their hero on the backfoot...it would make their cheering all the more sweeter in a moment. The delinquent stood up, rather clumsily, and proceeded to jump into the air above Flynn. They stuck out their leg so that it would act as a guillotine over Flynn's neck. Flynn gave up the act of the amount of pain he was in, noticing the amateur's move. "An Atomic Leg Drop!? Impressive!" Flynn instantly bounced off of his back, and onto his feet, crouched like some sort of wild cat. "You're not so bad, rookie. I'll show you something cool!" With an explosion from his quadriceps, he launched himself into the air, intercepting the fledgling luchador in the making. The two of them soared at least thirty feet into the air, before Flynn rotated the delinquent one-hundred and eighty degrees with ease. He grabbed their legs underneath his arms, their wrists with his hands, shoving his knees underneath their arms. With a twist, the two of them began their descent with a rapid twirling motion. He laughed as the two rapidly plummeted towards earth, the delinquents head poised to crash into the ground at top speed. "What do you think, eh!? You are about to take on one of my experimental finishers! I don't even have a name for it yet! HAHAHA!" This would have never flown for a real show, none of the wrestlers in his realm would be able to take this bump without serious injury, but this brute could take it...right? No...this guy was obviously under the influence of something...and Flynn didn't want to inflict serious harm onto someone who wasn't in control of their own actions. Before the last seconds before impact, Flynn changed his position into that of a mid-air pile driver. He legs would provide more cushion to the blow, but not all of it. The delinquents back collided with the ground, as it cratered beneath the two. When the dust settled, Flynn brushed his hands together, and stuck his fists into the air, each pointing with one finger to the sky. "MY FANS, NEW AND OLD!!! THIS IS LUCHA!! THIS IS MI VIDA!!!" A roar erupted from the crowd that was watching him at the awesome display. His legs were shaky, the impact of the piledriver still coursed through them. The pain mixed with his nerves was really putting them through the ringer. He had never put on such an impromptu show before, but he was proud of himself. He looked to the rest of the battlefield, and noticed the blonde girl from before being chased as she handed a bag towards Theodore. Flynn dashed off once more, and leapt into a dropkick in an attempt to intercept him.

Destiny and Ori followed the two boys into the truck's bed. The group had to shuffle around a bit to make sure Ori had enough space to sit, but they made it work. After confirming they were all comfortable, Terry drove off. He did his best to keep the ride smooth, but there were plenty of bumps and pot holes he had to avoid. The pungent scent of diesel was mixed with the the cool wind that whipped through through the students' hair. "Sorry about the bumps, kids!" Terry called out. "There should be some marshmallows back there. Help yourselves! Ain't much, but should help past the time!" Looking down, Reno quickly spotted the unopened bag of marshmallows. "Ah, nice," With a hum, he picked up up the bad and tore it open in one smooth motion. He reached in, putting one marshmallow in each hand. A light orange flame ignited around the fingers that held the marshmellows, cooking them. The smell of toasting marshmallows overwhelmed the diesel smell, and the sounds of the crackling of fire filled the air. After a few seconds, he had two perfectly toasted marshmellows. He popped one in without hesitation. "Not bad. I shoulda burned it more though," He shrugged. "Anyone want thi---" Destiny's hand lashed out like a whip, snatching the marshmallow out of Reno's hand. She munched at it daintly. She probably would have been considered cute if it wasn't for her manic question not even a few minutes ago. Reno reached back into the bag, once again grabbing two marshmallows and cooking them again. He looked to Blake and Ori, holding out a toasted treat for both of them. "Well, do you guys want one?" Whether they took one or not, the truck still kept rolling. The road eventually smoothed out, and the forest gave way to civilization. The forests were replaced by beaten up, dirty houses. Those houses were quickly replaced by cleaner houses and buildings. Though many were empty, it did look like a small town. The truck came to a halt at a traffic light. As they waited for the lights, a police car pulled up next to the truck. Of course, having people in the bed of the truck was very dangerous. In the event of a wreck, the students could get extremely hurt, or even killed. In most places, that wouldn't fly. The cops didn't even look up at them. The light turned green, and Terry took a right, driving across a bridge. The water below was so far down that the students couldn’t even hear the water rushing downstream. After crossing the bridge, it only took a few more minutes of driving before the truck pulled into a large parking lot. There were a few cars scattered around the parking lot, all looking a little beat up. Some construction equipment was in the far corner of the parking lot, likely to help finish building the place. “Well, here we are, kids,” Terry commented as he parked the truck. “Feel free to do whatever. If you want a ride back to school, I’ll be heading back in like…” He paused, rubbing his chin. “Actually, no, you’d only get like an hour or two if we did that. I’ll tell you what, how about at sunset, I’ll pick you all up here, alright?” From there, he headed into the community rec center. The four were free to go where they wanted. Looking out from the parking lot, they could see what appeared to be a small shopping center. About six small stores were situated around a corner. They seemed to range from ice cream shops, to specialty foods, and a game store. A little further down, they could see a movie theater. If they had the money, they could catch a movie for sure. And beyond that, there was a Malwart Supercenter. If they followed Terry inside, then they would find themselves in a lobby. Looking around, they could easily spot the way to the locker rooms, and the way to an indoor running track, a weight room, and a pool. They would also see several unfinished rooms, taped off and still being constructed. However, they would also notice a strange man slipping past the tape. No one seemed to notice him, and by now, Terry had disappeared to a different part of the building. In the end, the students were left to their own devices. Their choices will form their own story. Two gigantic fists slammed down on top of Nalu. The approaching Flynn could see Nalu’s head splatter, blobs of liquid being thrown around. However… she seemed fine. The place when the man had slammed was now a blob of aqueous material. The large man let out a growl of confusion. He slammed down again. And again. And again! Like a hammer, the man’s fists tried to bury Nalu into the earth. But Nalu wasn’t a nail. No, she was water. The man’s fists simply sent ripples through Nalu’s half melted body. It didn’t seem as if she even felt a single blow. Feeling frustrated, the man opened his mouth and went right for Nalu’s neck, trying to bite her! Meanwhile, the blonde haired girl ripped off one of her sleeves, wrapping it around the point the crazy delinquent had bit her. What the hell was all that? "You there, could you be a peach and get my bag? It's over there hanging from that chair, the one with the rabbit pins on it." The blonde haired girl looked over to Theodora, blinking in confusion. She quickly scanned over the chairs and found the bag. “Yeah, you got it,” The girl grabbed the bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She then grabbed the chair, folding it up and holding it like a weapon. Gritting her teeth, she ran over to Theodore. A delinquent ran right at the blonde haired girl to attack her, but this time she was ready. She swung the metal chair with all her might, nailing the delinquent right in the face. A loud metallic clang rang out, and a face shaped dent was left in the chair. Despite this great blow, the delinquent was not knocked out. However, they did fall over long enough for the girl to reach Theodore. “There! What do you need this for anyways?” she asked. The delinquent Theodore had wrapped up thrashed wildly, almost foaming at the mouth with rage. If the two looked closely, they’d see a trait shared among all the other attacking delinquents. Bloodshot eyes with red irises. Catherine would see the delinquent she used as a weapon slowly getting up off the ground. Their body looked as if it would give out at any moment, and yet they managed to get back up. Their movements were stiff and jerky, like a puppet played by an amatuer. As they stood up, they grabbed the other delinquent by the collar. They twisted their entire body, raising their unconscious ally over their head. Space itself felt like it contorted as the delinquent drew back like a bow. With power far exceeding that of a normal person, they threw their ally with all their might at Catherine. The delinquent arrow shot straight for Catherine’s head. Flynn would feel two arms attempting to wrap around him. The delinquent that tried to punch his mask was back! He managed to cross the distance Flynn had sent him in the short time between that and Flynn attempting to help Nalu. That seemed way too fast for a normal person. With his years of experience, Flynn could easily deduce what his opponent wanted. They were going for the classic German Suplex! As these battles raged on, it seemed the school finally noticed. An older man began to approach the group from the back doors of the school. However, it was obvious he would not get there in time to stop anything. Perhaps sometimes never was better than late. OOC

Yeah I have no idea here's just some random ones who I guess might count Harewataru Sora Seiun Sky Flying type Miku Katsuragi Lilja, her first song is Contrail so I guess it counts Sushang, she's uh...a cloud knight I guess

Would you still love me if I were LordWormWorm?

“I like your guts, Bird Boy, but you’re wrong about one thing. This isn’t a fresh start. This is just the latest stop. Enjoy the school tour or whatever. I’m outta here.” Somehow, in his heart, he knew the boys' mind was already made up. He was glad he had at least spoke up and attempted to dissuade him, even if the effort was in vain. Flynn nodded towards the boy, acknowledging his decision. A girl with vivid pink hair appeared, following behind them. “You’re a good guy, Flynn. But I think I’m gonna follow them. Might as well make sure they don’t cause too much trouble.” "Stay safe out there." Flynn gave her a thumbs up, hoping nothing would go awry. Sadly, the girl hadn't introduced herself, so he would have to ask for her name on her safe return. In the meantime, Idle chit chat hung all around them as they waited for the tour to begin. People from all walks of life just trying to break the ice, as awkwardly as kids at this age did. However, a murmur in the crowd caught his attention, as a girl with blonde hair pointed towards something far away. “What… the hell is that thing…?” Looking to where her finger lead his vision, a blurry figure was approaching them from beyond the forest line. Flynn couldn't make the thing out. The harder he tried to focus, the fuzzier it seemed. If there was one thing he could tell, it was rather large. It's fierce, red eyes looked as if they were peering directly into his very fiber of being. He didn't flinch while it approached, but once it had vanished from sight, he couldn't help but almost jump out of his skin. When that soul shattering scream rang out, Flynn assumed his wrestling pose purely on instinct. His hands, now pouring with sweat, were ready to grab whatever approached him. He took a deep breath to relax himself. He hadn't necessarily used his wrestling in street brawls like this before, and he hadn't assumed he was going to need to, but whatever this thing was warranted him to put up his guard. Nothing had ever make him feel like that in his life. Suddenly, a group of what he could only assume were tweakers were converging on the group. They convulsed and twitched, as if they were under some sort of influence, most likely whatever lied beyond those woods. One of them launched towards Flynn, packing their fist up and launching it towards his mask. "Ain't no way, brother!" Flynn, with the reflexes of some sort of big cat, swayed back to avoid the punch. In turn, he raised his left leg and wound it tight, ultimately launching his foot directly into the lower region of the punks abdomen. Holding back something fierce, the delinquent was still launched across the courtyard like a missile. He hadn't noticed the second scallywag until his tackle connected, but Flynn refused to sell that weak attempt at a spear. Without budging an inch, Flynn raised a single finger in the air. "Now this one is for all those Fly Boy fans out in the crowd! I know you're out there! Let me hear you say, 'BOOYAH!'" He used one hand and grabbed the grunt by the waist, and used the other to grip the grimy goon tightly. Flynn raised the ragamuffin into the air, parallel to his own body, and fell back, performing his famous Birdbrain Buster! The opponent was slammed onto the ground, as Flynn's giant body pressed into them further. The two tough guys were out cold, and Flynn hadn't even broken a sweat. Those around him were clapping and cheering him on, as he struck a flexing pose, pumping his bicep fiercely. Snapping out of his celebration, he made his way to at least attempt to help someone else. Nalu was faced with a rather large foe, so his first instinct was to help her. "Nalu, get out of the way, I can take him!"

“Yeah, well I didn’t get into this school for my genius intelligence. If something happens, you let me know and I’ll eat my own shoe, how about that?” While the girl's literal doll-face had limited capacity for emotion when the boy said that it was clear that the idea was one that interested her. "Okay, I'll hold you to that!" she responded, waving him an exaggerated goodbye. Humming to herself she stood up and looked around to see if there was anyone else worth poking at of those who stayed behind. The large one with a large voice came to mind. He certainly stood out. He was currently talking to another strange human. Catherine put a finger to her lips as she looked between the two and tried to think of the best way to introduce herself. She continued to watch the two, staring openly if they were to look her way, for a bit as she considered taunting them about a perceived romance. Which was when she saw the...fuzzy person. She watched it as it watched them. Wondering if it was about to do something fun to liven up this place. And then it vanished just like that. "Huh. Humans sure come in all shapes and sizes." Catherine said out loud. She had never seen a person that looked like that but, then again, it wasn't until recently that she saw many others besides her old people. She was about to see even more of them up close and personal real soon. It happened incredibly quick considering how long they had been waiting with nothing going on. Her head craned down to look at the girl who had just been knocked through the air and was now beside her. “ARRRGH! WHAT THE BLOODY—?!” "Oh my. Did you skip breakfast?" Catherine asked the person who had just bitten the girl. Hm, no, something certainly seemed weird about all of this. What could it be.... "She probably doesn't taste very good you know...or...does she?" Catherine tilted her head and stared at the blonde girl. “Hey, help me would you?!" "Why?" But then the rest attacked. And one of them had jumped onto her back and, much like with the blonde girl, bit her shoulder. It took her a moment to register the attack and when she did she let out an unconvincing "Ow." Then she reached back and grabbed onto the person biting her and yanked them off. She held them up above her head and tried to ask what they wanted to no avail. Catherine then glanced back at the struggling blonde and, with a shrug, swung the delinquent she was holding like a bat at the one on top of the girl and knocked them off. She then proceeded to chuck the one that attacked her off into the distance before bending over to grab the other one by the leg and flinging them in the same direction. The doll turned towards the blonde girl and offered her a jointed hand. "Wow, you're really weak huh?" She said. The blonde took her hand and Catherine pulled her up to her feet. "I'm working on it!" the girl snapped and, noticing that the delinquent's teeth had broken skin, tried to stop her bleeding. "Oh. Well. Good luck." Catherine looked the girl up and down. "You look like you'll need it. A lot of it."

Beautiful West Virginia! The land of... that one song? They had trees, and mountains! Lots of wilderness, which Theo appreciated. As much as she loved some good old 21st-century convenience, her upbringing with a coven of witches did leave her with a fondness for the deep wilderness where only the brave or foolish dared to tread. The little town of Mountainguard had that sort of "superstitious smalltown" vibe in her opinion, which she was all about. When she and her mothers did some research on the institute she was being forced to attend, most of the coven came to the same conclusion. This was the perfect school for an aspiring young witch, and being sent here felt more like a reward for her than a punishment. The school was literally called Dead End Academy! Most students who got sent here were sent for poor behavior, or simply because nowhere else was equipped to handle them, or whatever else. It was isolated, underfunded, and its graduates seldom went far in life. Which meant this place was bound to be a gathering hub for the miserable, lonely, and depressed. Exactly the sorts of people who needed a bit of witchcraft brought into their life, and Theodora was more than happy to use her talents on their behalf. She'd even gotten business cards printed in the days leading up to her departure to Mountainguard. Some of the coven thought it was a bit tacky, but Theo had made her case quite clear. The word-of-mouth "marketing" witches used to rely on just wasn't as effective these days, especially when she hadn't even established herself in her destination yet. Hand out business cards, make deals, profit. And then word of mouth. Which was how Theo had found herself spending much of her early-start day so far keeping an eye on those around her. Anyone who looked especially vulnerable or desperate was ripe for the picking, and she made sure her card found its way into their possession, whether it was by handing it straight to them, slipping it in their bags, or using a bit of witchery to ensure it would turn up when they least expected it. When met with the sight of the principal, she determined he wasn't someone who would request her services. Keeping him in the dark was going to be impossible with her aggressive marketing tactics, but she certainly wasn't about to try to strike a deal with the principal. "Alright, listen up!" He called out, looking over the freshmen class. "I'm sure you all are used to people bullshitting you, trying to placate you into listening, but I don't have the time for that,. You all might think you're the biggest, baddest people around. Well, allow me to shake that unwarrented confidence! You are a small fish taken from the ocean and tossed into a small pond. And there are fish much bigger than you lurking around at the bottom of this pond. I won't lie and say that you all will turn out to be good people who will get great jobs after your time in Dead End. In fact, statistically, most of you are going to end up dead before you turn 30. However, to those who might listen to my words, if you keep your heads down and actually try to learn, maybe you'll have a better life than what you'd get otherwise." Dead before 30, eh? That was bound to scare a few people into something stupid. What the hell was Theo supposed to charge for life extension, though? She'd have to circle back to that one later. "Yeah, fuck this," A voice shouted after a minute of silence. Tall, big scar on his face, angry attitude. He was probably the "do everything through my efforts" type. Theo hated those sorts of people. This boy wouldn't be getting a card just yet. "A school is a school! You've seen one, you've seen them all! I'm heading into town! If you dumbasses had any sense, you'd do the same!" What, and miss out on all these potential customers? No, thanks! "Pretty stupid to wait all this time and then just run away before anything happens, huh?" "Truth be told, he does have a slight point. This is a school, albeit the... 'last school you'll ever go to'... The worst they can do is write us up for not being around... not like some of us haven't gone through that rigmarole before. I, for one, am agreeing with our hot-headed... friend... eh, too early to call him my friend or anything. Either way, I'm heading out." The boy... he had a definite edge to him. Maybe, just maybe, she could get something out of him. Theo reached into her bag, and pulled out a business card placed between her fingers, with her index finger on one side, and her middle finger & thumb lined up on the other. She pointed the card at the bag, and with a snap of her thumb across card and fingers both, the business card in her disappeared. That would be a little surprise for the boy to find in his bag later, on top of all his other stuff. The girl on the other hand, was obviously a doll that could move and talk like a person. Creepy, but somehow she doubted going up to the doll girl like "don't you wanna be a real girl?" would be very effective. Maybe she could win her over with some smaller spells first, then go for something big like that later. "Hear me out, my friends, I implore that you go on the tour with us." Theodora turned in her seat to watch how this big guy's attempt to stop the other two was going to unfold. He was muscular, seemed to have a good head on his shoulders... no way he'd take a mystical shortcut. However, there was one thing about Flynn's - as he later introduced himself - attempt to defend Dead End Academy that prompted the witch to speak up. "Dunno if I'd call it amazing," she answered, getting up from her seat to approach the gathering herself, leaving another card behind in her seat, trying her best to make it look like she'd dropped it on accident. Whether her ruse was successful was anyone's call, though. "I grew up in a hut in the woods, and it was still more impressive than this place. Like it or not though, we are gonna be here for a while. A tour wouldn't be a bad idea, to get familiar with our new home." Then she leaned in a bit closer, speaking in a more hushed tone to keep anyone but the three boys from hearing her. "And hey, if you boys take the tour and decide you're not about to waste four years of your life here, I think I can help you slip away." From her bag, she procured another one of her cards, holding it out for any interested party. "That's what I do. I help unfortunate folks, like yourselves, with nobody else to turn to." She made a point to face the card upward, such that any of the boys could read it clearly. Theodora West, witch for hire Spells, potions, hexes Flexible pricing For more information, contact the number below

The righteous care for the needs of their animals, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel. -Proverbs 12:10 (NIV)Melissa’s mind was awash with questions as the Stoutland (it was frankly amazing she could even remember which Pokémon it was) and Bartleby the Slakoth sized each other up. The Stoutland (Commander?) had arrived to pick Kasayee up, only to be waylaid by spotting Bartleby and feeling honor-bound to do something about it. Through Kasayee, he’d said he “wanted to see what this whippersnapper could do,” which seemed a bit excessive. Weren’t there Pokémon that just… hung out? Cities or entire regions where Pokémon battling was verboten? Melissa supposed it didn’t really matter. This was just happening now. Her other questions were a lot more generalized. She’d been worried about the specific location of the fight -- thinking specifically about the people who were contracted to clean the building -- but they’d ended up outside, so that was answered. More importantly, though, did this really have to happen now? Couldn’t it wait until, say, after everyone had eaten? On the other hand, of course, a recuperative meal afterwards could be just what everyone would need after this, so as long as Fen could keep the food warm just a moment longer. That was most of the questions. Why, where, when? All that really remained was How? Bartleby looked at once intense -- a far cry from his usual lackadaisical demeanor -- and entirely lost. This mattered to him, but at the same time, he knew he couldn’t do it alone. It was the sort of thing that Melissa could not help but rush to lend a hand. While Bartleby officially had the moniker of Team Pet, owned and cared for by anyone and everyone that lived there, if he had anyone as a trainer, Melissa had to admit that it was her. Not that she had any better idea at how to execute a Pokémon battle. All of her conflict skills had been relegated to either cards or computers. Melissa knelt beside Bartleby. “Alright,” she said. “What do you do?” Bartleby just stared at her. Melissa had spent more time memorizing Bible verses than the movesets of creatures that, at the time, she’d believed to be wholly fictional. Not that she regretted any of that time, of course, but they were already at an impasse. “Okay,” Melissa said. Fortunately, one thing that had stuck in Melissa’s mind was how useful her watch could be. Even if the watch didn’t know or have a way to know, it could point her towards someone that could. She didn’t even have to look that hard. A few swipes in, and there was a multi-use scanner ready and willing to accept Pokémon as an input. “Slakoth,” the makeshift Pokédex read, “the Slacker Pokémon.” The entry went on, but, in the interest of time, Melissa skipped ahead to potential movelists. Despite the Commander’s desire to put Bartleby through his paces, Bartleby did not seem like the type to have battled much at all before, so Melissa looked at the top of the list. “Scratch, Yawn, Encore… Anything else?” This time, Bartleby responded with a yawn. Not a Yawn yawn, just a normal one. Well, that was a strategy, at least. If Bartleby could get the Commander stuck doing the same thing over again, they’d have time to Yawn Commander to sleep and Scratch him into submission. Her watch also warned her of Slakoth’s ability to be particularly lazy, as though she needed to be reminded of that! It was an uphill battle in front of them. Melissa braced herself for defeat, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t about to try her best, for Bartleby’s sake. Melissa said, “Give him a big Yawn, and we’ll work our way from there.”

Her new hairstyle makes her very uncanny. Only fits since she has been participating in official Yu-Gi-Oh! events. lol (The card is just to joke about the similarity)

i hate you sometimes anyway, it was pretty fun, at times a bit annoying, but very long for no real reason, 7/10

Nothing was said, so should I give? Yeah, and maybe I've overplayed the whole, "Say what you will" thing.

There's so many I'm probably forgetting some obvious ones but let's see... 1. Noelle (Genshin Impact) 2. Felicia (Fire Emblem) 3. Matsurika (Maria Holic) 4. Virgo (Fairy Tail) 5. Sakuya (Touhou) also honorable mention to D'arc (Nanana's Buried Treasure) they're an assistant who wears a maid outfit but isn't exactly a maid so I wasn't quite sure. 159

Top 5 in general? I'm gonna go with in general cause there was no specifications here, but I'll say NO SONIC... LET'S GO! The five through two are in no specific order. 5. Metal Sonic It truly doesn't matter which version of it that this pertains to, but Metal Sonic has always been a fan favorite of mine. The robotic doppelganger of the main character, it just works! It also helps that Neo Metal and even Metal Overload are just peak designs (at least in my opinion). Plus... without Metal, we wouldn't have gotten the best meme ever... STRAAAAAAAAANGE, ISN'T IT??? 4. Espio the Chameleon My enjoyment of this specific character came from two sources: the ninja boom that happened about this timeframe due to Naruto, and of course... Sonic Heroes. When this chameleon popped up on my radar during this time, I was like... WHO IS THIS?! WHO IS TEAM CHAOTIX?!?! Little did I know, that these were actually prominent characters in the Sonic lore, which was impressive. From his design to his moveset even to his interactions with the other Chaotix members, there's a lot to enjoy about this character. 3. Chaos Long and short of it... the god of destruction... with multiple forms and just the design of it in general was just perfect to me. 2. Shadow the Hedgehog *Insert loud and copious amounts of Linkin Park* The faker that made his appearance in Sonic Adventure 2... he's been a staple in the series and the fan favorite of MANY different Sonic fans. From the fact that he was part alien due to the Black Arms, to him and his ability to control Chaos Energy in his capacity, to his whole tragic narrative... Shadow has a lot of things going for him, and it's no wonder why I was drawn to him. Unfortunately, I never played SA2... I played Sonic Heroes and introduced to him there, same with the Shadow game. Both of these had me looking down the rabbit hole and I was able to learn more about him. And I wasn't disappointed in the slightest! A gun toting, Chaos Energy wielding, anti-hero that can just handle anything that was thrown at him. 1. Scourge the Hedgehog An all but gone relic of the old Archie's comic series Pre-Genesis Wave, this character was once known as "Evil Sonic" or "Anti-Sonic", straight from the alternate dimension of Moebius (the anti-Mobius). I never touched this character or decided to like him at first... no not as Anti Sonic... it was after they gave him a MUCH needed upgrade. During an outing on trying to obtain the Master Emerald, he invoked Chaos Control and absorbed a lot of Chaos Energy, immediately dying his fur green. This was the birth of Scourge, this was the start of my adoration for this character. While this character was practically just an evil version of the blue blur, he was so much more. He gave not just Sonic, but Metal Sonic and even Shadow a run (HA) for their money. This character also single-handedly snagged Sonic's girlfriend at the time, Fiona Fox, one of the comic's biggest baddies as it were. But it wasn't just this, or the fact he conquered his own world and became his king... under all this, he was a complex character. He was the opposite of Sonic, therefore while Sonic always won... Scourge was always the loser, and just could not catch a break. If I had to explain him more about this, I'd suggest looking up the conversation between him and Sonic's father, Jules. THAT can definitely help explain it, or perhaps just look at the various conversations between him and his good half... you'll see that while he gets what he wants... it's never enough and it's always ripped right away from his hands.

i don't think i even know five characters named vivian. for all my effort i can only think of two, so i guess this is top two. Zenless Zone Zero Paper Mario

Catria (Fire Emblem) Kanan Matsuura (Love Live) Eirika (Fire Emblem) Cure Sky [Sora Harewataru] (Soaring Sky! Precure) Cure Lillian [Mayu Nekoyashiki] (Wonderful Precure)

As Anneliese dropped the statue, Jacklyn met eyes with her, not really sure why the girl did that. Of course, Jacklyn was hardly good at reading people and Anneliese having most of her face obscured did not help that either. Even then she could tell that there was something wrong with the girl, or at the very least she felt spooked in some capacity, but couldn't tell much beyond that. She tried to ask but, once more remembered that she too had half her face obscured and gave up as quickly as she began. Thinking it'd be a waste to just leave the statue down there, Jacklyn swam back down to the depths of the sea floor. As she grabbed the statue she got that same funky feeling in her head again, though didn't bother dwelling on it. With the prize secured, the girl did another quick survey of the sea floor before determining there was no riches left to plunder. With her job done, the girl swam back up and nodded to Anneliese, before pointing upward and swimming back to the surface. As she broke the surface of the water, the girl quickly made her way back to the land before taking off the gear that was on her. With her mouth uncovered the girl took in a deep breath. "Ah, the land!" Shaking her head, whipping her wet hair around like a dog, the girl took another breath before saying, "it's a good hting I took those swimming lessons back home because that was awesome! I always wanted to try going on an undersea adventure before but never had the gear for it." Her parents had also, repeatedly, warned her to not go into the water in Castelia which was its own problem. The girl looked back to the woman who loaned them the gear in the first place, saying, "thanks for the great deal, we even got some treasure too!" The girl proudly held up her statue, whilst Cherry leaped out of the water, newly acquired sunglasses awkwardly worn on their face.

"Hear me out, my friends, I implore that you go on the tour with us. Don't you want to see what this place has to offer! Look around you! Isn't this place amazing? Do you not believe this place has amazing things to offer amazing young people like you? I would rather everyone here get off to a good start. There's no use for you to be here if you aren't willing to do it straight...this is a fresh start for all of us...I plead you do not waste it. I will not stop you from leaving, I just thought that I would plead this school's case.. My name is Flynn Guerrero! The Fly Boy! I hope you reconsider your attempt at hooky, and attend the tour with me!" Despite the protests of the birdman, The Fly Boy - Flynn Guerrero… which Blake thought he recognized, must've been the whole wrestler visage he had going on… regardless, despite the protests, he went on with the snarky one and a strange creature… that didn't look like a mascot costume, like one would've assumed with the Fly Boy, no this seemed like flesh and blood… er… fur and blood? Blake already had a headache forming just from this alone. But despite this, a pink haired girl joined the ranks… so the trio of students playing hooky had increased to four. “So, what are you gonna do when you get into town? I’m thinkin’ of hitting up the park myself. Seems like a good place to get a workout, if you know what I mean.” “I hear you there…” Blake adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Honestly, I'm here to take the sights in…cause we're gonna be here for a while… may as well get acquainted with the surroundings, ya know? And hopefully, I'll find a thread of what I'm looking for.” He knew that sounded ominous, but right now, Blake didn't want to involve anyone else in his personal mission. ...not presently, anyway... I know good and well that people will get involved... just as long as no one gets in my way, we'll be perfectly fine. He also couldn't help but hear the tail end of the conversation that the pink haired girl, Destiny, was having with the furred one. The way she asked if this creature was strong… it was unnerving, like immensely so. Blake now had to worry about this one specifically just from that alone. From what he could tell, at least from that one specific line and bit of dialogue to the furred one, she seemed like the kind of girl that would be labeled as someone's little monster... she seemed THAT psychotic. It almost made Blake want to reach in his bag and grab his special gimmick tool and prepare to defend. Though it's not like he could retort as much as he wanted… not when a car horn beeped their way and… an individual with a tyrannosaurus rex head popped up. …what was with this place??? “Yo, you all need a ride to town? You got a few miles before you hit the outskirts.” “Yeah, my parents told me never to talk to strangers.” “They probably told ya not to skip school either, but here you all are. I’m the school gym teacher!” Busted… Blake couldn't help but question the timing of this… it was almost comedic in the whole grand scheme of it. But he relented on thinking about it more… at least this time. Namely cause this gym teacher of theirs... actually seemed to not want to immediately ship them all back with the others. Now that seemed good... “Really? Shouldn’t you be telling us to go back to school then?” “Eh, you guys don’t technically have school, and frankly, I think trying to force you all ain’t a good idea. I’m headed into town to pick up some gym supplies. You all can hitch a ride with me. Turn an hour and a half walk into a ten minute ride.” “Well, I’m convinced. You all coming or what?” That was all the convincing that Blake needed. He hopped in after the snarky one, giving a slight relaxed sigh. “Well, this does beat walkin’... thanks mister…?” "Terry! Terry Tyranno!" The man gave a thumbs up at Blake. "So, is there anywhere in town you were all looking to go?" "Honestly, I'm trying to just get a feel for the area..." Blake shrugged. "I know the snarky guy here was thinking of the park... uh... shit, what's your name? I'd prefer not to call you 'the snarky one' the whole time." Annnnnnd he just said that to him... smooth Howard... smooth... "It's Reno," The snarky one commented. There was a slight paused before he asked "What's yours?" "Blake Howard." he introduced himself, to the now named Reno. "But yeah, Reno here was talkin' about seeing the park... aside from that, not sure what else you guys have here in this backwater town... no offense." "Well, if you're interested, I can show you all the community rec center. It's still being fixed up, but you could at least lift weights. Maybe swim if you can buy some trunks," A rec center? Now that sounded slightly promising... especially with the fact that this could definitely be a spot to hear any and all information around the town. After all, Blake knew people loved to talk around in either a rec center, if they happen to be mingling and hanging out. If he could find out any leads or who may have information in regards NORNIR... then all this bullshit would be worth it. He ran a hand through his bag, feeling that cold steel of that device right along his fingertips, though he felt something else... right next to his book. Fishing it out, he noticed it was a business card of sorts... Theodora West... Witch For Hire... Blake blinked at this strange card he didn't remember packing up... but at the same time, perhaps this was destiny at play here. They had themselves a witch here... perhaps some divination could be in order as a last resort. Noted... duly noted... "Well, park... rec center, either way... sounds like we might be in for a bit of a fun time for sure. Kinda feel bad for 'the Fly-Boy' and the rest... they'll probably miss all the action." he gave a snicker... though he couldn't shake the feeling that he might've misspoken here... couldn't understand why however. Maybe just something he was imagining.

6/10, first of all rude but it was aight

“I do not believe in coincidences. I imagine we will have to find both your missing Pokémon and this lighthouse’s resident ghost if we are to solve this mystery. But such a task requires your cooperation.” The lighthouse-dwelling boy glanced around at his little hideout. Then back to Quinn the friendly ghost. "You just want to distract me so you can steal my things! You can't trick me that easily!" "We really d--" Just then, a laugh echoed through the space around them. The supposed ghost, no doubt. Bridget, for one, was still busy catching her breath. There was no world where she was about to start running, despite the boy's oddly confident warning. Running down stairs when you were already short on breath sounded like a great way to graduate from running down the stairs to falling down them, and Bridget was not about to deal with that after everything else this lighthouse had put her through. "And now you've done it. You better get out of here before it comes to drag you to the abyss!" "Is that a thing they do?" She still wasn't a believer of course, but trying to argue the matter would have been standoffish to this boy, and quite rude to Quinn. The latter of whom Bridget then directed her words to. "Quinn, is that a thing they do?" "Well, a ghost would not be a ghost if it could do that," Quinn said, not particularly fazed. "Ghosts by definition are tied to the material plane. That we cannot get to our final resting places is kind of the whole deal. Some other creature could -- perhaps of the stygian variety? This is a lighthouse, after all." It paused, seemed to notice something, and reconsidered. Quinn's voice grew a touch sharp. "Though most of those would be so hostile, they would not stoop to such acts as stealing berries from humble trainers and their Pokémon. They would consider it beneath them." "Right," Bridget confidently nodded, back to the boy. "So there won't be any abyss-dragging today. Besides, I'd quite like to meet this ghost." The boy was visibly flustered that his bluff had been called. He began pacing, and nervously bit his thumbnail before finally relenting. "Alright fine! But don't say I didn't warn you!" It was then that a pair of disembodied hands grabbed Bridget by the shoulders, and lifted her up. Not very far, only a couple inches off the ground, but definitely enough to notice if the hands gripping her weren't already obvious enough. She turned her head in an attempt to get a glimpse behind her, and found a floating purple body to accompany those hands. Well, more of a giant head than a body. With a giant mouth, which opened up to let out a giant tongue, that then proceeded to give Bridget a giant lick. She reflexively closed her eyes, and gave the Haunter a look that was halfway between nonchalant and disdainful. "Not the best hello I've ever had... but I'm already in enough of a state, so sure, why not?"

While I have other Orichalcos support cards written up, this one is the one I'm the most comfortable with sharing at the moment. Orichalcos Soothsayer DARK/Lv 4/Psychic/Effect/0 ATK/1800 DEF While you control “The Seal of Orichalcos”, this card gains ATK equal to its DEF. While this card is in your field, GY or banishment, all of your “Orichalcos” monsters in your field, hand, Deck, GY or banishment are treated as Normal Monsters (but they still have their effects). You can discard this card from your hand; take 1 of “The Seal of Orichalcos” that is in your hand, Deck, GY or banishment and place it face-up in your Field Spell Zone. You can only use this effect of “Orichalcos Soothsayer” once per turn.

on a scale of 1 to 10 how vivacious are you

I have officially lost 40 pounds since November! Not doing anything extreme, just cutting out carbs/sugar, eating smaller portions, and exercising each day.

Today was an orientation of sorts. Since arriving at Dead End Academy, Flynn had been awaiting this moment on the edge of his wits. It was a beautiful day for a gathering of the students he'd be sharing his time with. The locale was breathtaking, as the mountains that rose in the backdrop beckoned him to climb it's rocky face. The weather in West Virginia was colder than the usual climate he had been accustomed to his whole life. The air was crisp, and fresh, and filled him full of life with every inhale. This place would be the perfect place to enhance his skills...and hopefully find some clues about his brother. All in due time. Now it was time for the Dead End Academy assembly. This school really was filled with all sorts of characters. Looking around, he could clearly see that this place really was a breeding ground for the strange and lost. He wondered if others gazed upon him with the same thought process, seeing as he hadn't taken his Luchador mask off since he had arrived. Was it rude to assume that everyone here was some poor unfortunate soul who needed help? That's what this place was advertised as, but were they all really at the end of their ropes. Flynn had come to this academy of his own volition, so maybe some other students had as well. Regardless, he would do his best to be friendly. He had made his way to the assembly and found a seat, waiting for their Principal to address them all. "Alright, listen up! I'm sure you all are used to people bullshitting you, trying to placate you into listening, but I don't have the time for that. You all might think you're the biggest, baddest people around. Well, allow me to shake that unwarranted confidence! You are a small fish taken from the ocean and tossed into a small pond. And there are fish much bigger than you lurking around at the bottom of this pond. I won't lie and say that you all will turn out to be good people who will get great jobs after your time in Dead End. In fact, statistically, most of you are going to end up dead before you turn 30. However, to those who might listen to my words, if you keep your heads down and actually try to learn, maybe you'll have a better life than what you'd get otherwise." He didn't like the statistic thrown in there. Were the futures really so dim for the students here? "Now, school doesn't start for the freshmen today. No, today, you all will do a short tour of the school. Afterwards, you'll get situated in your dorms. Tomorrow, school really begins. Dismissed!" A tour was something he was super excited for! He couldn't wait to get a good look at all the facilities this place had to offer. Hopefully there was a good spot to spar with his fellow Dead Enders. "Yeah, fuck this! A school is a school! You've seen one, you've seen them all! I'm heading into town! If you dumbasses had any sense, you'd do the same!" The harsh voice rang out through the class of freshman, coming from a rather rugged looking individual. Flynn could only sigh. This sucker was already off to becoming one of those bleak statistics the Principal was talking about. "Pretty stupid to wait all this time and then just run away before anything happens, huh?” A young lady responded...at least she looked like a young lady. The joints of each of her appendages looked similar to an action figure. Was she a human, or something different? Flynn hadn't really come across anything...inhuman in his life, so seeing something this strange and up close was sort of a shock to him. He thought about keeping his distance from the girl...thing...but didn't want to appear rude. He'd have to get used to these types if he was going to attend this school. "Truth be told, he does have a slight point. This is a school, albeit the... 'last school you'll ever go to'. The worst they can do is write us up for not being around... not like some of us haven't gone through that rigmarole before. I, for one, am agreeing with our hot-headed... friend... eh, too early to call him my friend or anything. Either way, I'm heading out." Flynn decided to act. His sense of justice really couldn't allot a nihilistic infection spreading like this. He walked ahead of the two young men to try and stop their advance. "Hear me out, my friends," his tone was stern, but still friendly, "I implore that you go on the tour with us. Don't you want to see what this place has to offer! Look around you!" Flynn motioned to the masses of students around them, "Isn't this place amazing? Do you not believe this place has amazing things to offer amazing young people like you?" He crossed his arms against your chest. "I would rather everyone here get off to a good start. There's no use for you to be here if you aren't willing to do it straight...this is a fresh start for all of us...I plead you do not waste it." Flynn walked past the two, standing out of their way. "I will not stop you from leaving, I just thought that I would plead this school's case." He flashed the two a thumbs up. "My name is Flynn Guerrero! The Fly Boy! I hope you reconsider your attempt at hooky, and attend the tour with me!" Flynn gave a nervous glance to the well dressed lady who had spoken up earlier. "With us..." His voice was shaky, as the nerves at looking at her hadn't shaken, "right?"