Mr. Hyde

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Mt. Ferris Ken's stomach could be heard growling, as he leaned across the table in a pitiful state. Silver was at the counter, again, preparing lunch for the two of him. A load of rice, fried and mixed with various fruits and vegetables, covered in a thick orange sauce. It was the perfect meal for a growing hedgehog to recharge with. Ken watched closely, as Silver began to walk over to place the dish in front of him. Suddenly, Silver stopped in his tracks, and fell to one knee, clutching his chest. "GRANDPA!" Not a second went by that Ken managed to dash to the old hedgehog's side, letting the plate and food fall to the wayside. Silver's limbs began to tremble, as Ken helped him back to his feet. "Ken, you need to stay inside for a moment..." Silver found his composure, and firmly pushed Ken's support away. "And don't come out until I tell you to, do you understand?" The look Silver gave him was one of the most serious he had ever received from his adoptive grandfather. Ken could only nod. "Good boy. I'll be right back." Silver slowly made his way out of the cabin, and outside. Although he wasn't allowed out himself, he opted to stare through one of the windows. There, he noticed that the sky had gone dark...and an eerie feeling washed over him, like something was lurking in the shadows. There, silver stood, his posture imposing enough to send shivers down Ken's spine. This wasn't a side he'd seen of the old man before. His attention was then turned to a bubbling pool of what he could only guess was tar, or ink, slowly forming a puddle from the earth. Ken watched on, as a figure began to form from the black substance, revealing something that almost resembled a hedgehog, but it's facial features were void of anything but his eyes. The voices from behind the glass were rather muffled, but Ken could still hear the following conversation. "Mephiles....I thought you were sealed away for good this time." Silver stated. So that guy was Mephiles? He'd heard the name when Silver taught him history, but he never was the best at paying attention. However, his eyes were glued to the scene in front of him. "To what do I owe the displeasure of you seeking me out?" "Ah...Silver...ever the weighty Mobian." Mephiles' voice seemed to echo throughout the field, his tongue as sharp as silver. "I've been given a new lease on life, thanks to my Lord...and he's given me a great task." The dark one bowed before Silver, as more and more Mephiles were brought forth from the black liquid. However, these versions were relieved of the slight purple hue that the first gave off. In response, Silver's eyes began to erupt with their own emerald shine. The same color could be seen emanating from an aura around his hand's as well. "And what would that be..." Silver asked, with baited breath. "Oh...quite a simple one honestly..." Mephiles began to snicker. "It's to relieve this planet of it's Chaos Manipulating population, of course!" A sick cackle began to erupt from the previous snicker. "And I'll be personally taking care of you, Silver! Sonic and Shadow are not here to help you this time! They aren't here to save anyone!!!!!" Metropolis "Like crazy. Not a day goes by without me thinking about my old man and all my friends in my clan. I send them postcards when I can...but it's more or less not just boredom for my reasons why I left. We have a sort of...family business...ever hear of the Arctic Freedom Fighters? The ones that used to be run by Guntiver? Yeah...that's my ancestor. And my family's been sort of running that group for as long as I can remember. I was next in line...and well, my old man figured he'd keep the position for the time being. No reason...nothing. Honestly it had me steamed up...so I left the Northern Tundra. I guess...you could call it a journey of self-discovery or something, but I'm also just trying to be my own wolf, ya know?" "Well ain't that just the story!" Becky exclaimed, with a smile on her face. "You do look too young to be running any kind of community, in my humble opinion, but I think your hearts in the right place! That I can bet on!" As they travelled deeper into the slums, the sky began to darken. Becky looked up, only to find no clouds in sight. "Huh...must be something funky going on with the weather...do you think this is a trick from that feline?" Becky wondered aloud. She managed to come to a halt in front of a shack with metal sheets tightly nailed together. Right outside the door next to them was a Dingo, tapping his foot on the ground. "You all took your precious time...this the new hire?" The Dingo looked to Zane. "Name's Harvey...you ready for this sting? It ain't gonna be an easy one." Without time to wait for an answer, a loud scream was heard from inside the metal shack. Harvey then leaped into action, stomping the door down with his foot. Some sort of device went off at the sudden unhinging, and a booby trap was set loose. A large hammer came down from the ceiling, almost knocking Harvey clean off his feet. However, he was able to sidestep the attack easily. Becky soon followed into the shack, signaling for Zane to take the rear. Once they entered the tiny abode, they would see a red cat girl, hoisted against the metal wall of the shack by some unknown entity. It radiated a dark aura, and could be seen turning it's head around in, making cracking sounds as it twisted to meet them. Four more of the things could be seen emerging from the metal floors, as they began to march silently towards the patrol. "Hope you're worth the money kid...this isn't anything like I was expecting today..." Harvey spat on the ground, upholstering a pistol he held at his hip, taking a shot at the wrist of the monster who held the cat by the neck. Canyon Outskirts As the gust of wind hit the girl's face, she could only smile. "Sure does, bucko. You wouldn't happen to be one of those types...would ya?" She asked, almost sarcastically. The Lemur went about his work, as the girl continued to stand by and watch, looking for any other possible windy attacks. "As far as a discount goes, if I can get this working I wouldn't charge you much of anything if you took me along to see something interesting." "Take you along?" The girl looked over her shoulder. "Well..the crew could use a guy like you with his brain screwed in right...I'll have to take it up with them first..." "Think we might almost be there." The Hedgehog moved in closer, looking at the final touches being done to her device with awe.. "It might need a few more tweaks but let's see if we're moving in the right direction miss... uh... hedgehog. Name's Flurry by the way, if my sign didn't say." The girl looked to his sign, and laughed. "Well it does say that, don't it!?" She stuck her hand out towards the Lemur. "Roxie...Roxie's my name, and don't go wearin it out. If you're gonna be a part of me crew, then you better start addin' a Cap'n to it first, you got that Flurry?" She winked at him, before laughing again. She was interrupted when her device began to rumble in Flurry's hands. After a few seconds of rumbling, the screen turned a dark black, with a white arrow pointing to the empty canyon in the distance. With an alarming ring, the device began to shake again. "Hey! It's totally workin'! You're a mad genius there Flurry!" She looked at the device closer, and furrowed her brow upon inspection. "But the screen's supposed to be green...what's all that gunk in there?" The girl then pointed her head in the direction of the arrow on the tracker, and noticed that the canyon had filled to the brim with a black, gooey substance. Thousands of beings could be seen pouring from the liquid, and onto the upper levels of the canyon, where they marched towards the small town that sat beside it. A small group broke off, and began marching it's way towards Flurry's stand. "Friends of yours?" Roxie asked, with an annoyed look. "Or are they lousy customers?" Old Eggland "Yes, tell me everything you can," Chimera relented on pinging the robot and walked over to the command room's control panels. "In T-minus 20 minutes Eggmanland will be fully operational," He reported. "Unless something else goes wrong," "You haven't changed at all since you were put to sleep all those years ago..." The chime on harmony was light, but full of nostalgia. "Shortly after you were put into Sleep Mode...the doctor passed away. His last words were instructions of keeping Eggland in perfect condition, until someone returned to fill his place. We were not to engage the freedom fighters from then on...we were to be patient for a successor to emerge...but none came." His consciousness faded for a second, before returning again with a ping to harmony. "Sadly, there were some of his creations that grew impatient...and I bet you know who it is that I refer to." A low tone came from Harmony, wreathed with hatred. "Mecha Sonic. He formed an insurgency, hellbent on disregarding the Doctor's dying wish, and spreading Eggland's influence across Mobius." The whirring from the control panels hung in the air between the two Badniks. "Our forces fought among themselves...tearing each other limb from limb...it was hell to witness...it was hell to take part in...our numbers dwindled into the double digits...only a few remained standing. Some of our brothers managed to stay alive, and went into hiding from the Tyrannical Mecha Sonic...but now that you're here..." His head picked itself up to look at Chimera, with one functioning eye. "Were you the successor he was always talking about?" The EggNet would go on shortly after Metal Sonic's question.

"I'm not good at explaining things with words. So I'll just explain it as best I can with pictures! That should work, right?" Kio scratched the back of his head. It was a method of learning a quirk he wasn't familiar with, but he was confident in his ability to make it work. "I can try. I'm very much so a visual learner, but if you jot down the particulars, I should have enough info to make a memory card." He was bs'ing of course, but it was worth a shot. If it didn't work, he could always ask her to explain it more precisely. Nonetheless, he'd definitely have to see the quirk in action some more. Takehiko was the next to gather into their little group meeting, saddling up to Ayane just as he did. "Suppose we'll be working together eh? All I really remember about Page Master is his power is reliant on book's he's holding so... any of us have quirks to abuse that particular weakness?" "Hmmmm..." Ayane seemed to pause in thought, while simultaneously working on her magnum opus. "Kio, do you have a memory card that lets you turn your arms into hoses or something?" Kio shook his head in disappointment. He reached into his pockets, and pulled out two blue rectangles, placing them on Ayane's desk. They were clearly transparent, and looked like they possessed small strands of organic material, likened to neurons, magnified to the nth degree. "Sadly, I don't think either of these guys can help us with that. I'll let you in on some top secret information though, and tell you what they are." Pointing to the memory card on the left, he began to explain. "This here is Assault Dust. It basically allows me to create dust, and manipulate the dust that I create. Pretty nifty, right?" He then moved his pointer finger to the only remaining card on the desk. "This here is Barrier. I can project a dome shaped barrier in any radius of my choosing, and can even produce multiple. However...I have to stand stationary and concentrate to produce them. They're about as hard as a steel wall. I think it would be the best option in a regular brawl. Against Page Master, however, I'm not so sure." He picked them back up, swiftly but gently, and placed them back into his pocket. "If I had Brine, this would've been easy, but the girl had to lose her wits and disappear. How unfortunate." He shrugged. In the midst of his babbling, Ayane had finished her drawing. "And voila! Basically, that's how it works." Kio looked at the picture, a tad frustrated. "What the hell is this..." He asked, with an eyebrow twitch. "This is bullshit. Are you an idiot?" He asked, tearing the paper away from Ayane's hands. He turned it around, only to shove it in her face, while pointing at the note she had produced. He expressed his dissatisfaction calmly. "And what the hell is this drawing of an eighth note? Aren't you a musician or something?" He sighed, putting the paper back on Ayane's desk. "Explain it like you know what you're doing, or you're useless to me." Kio then turned his attention towards Takehiko. "You. Start explaining your quirk in detail, now. I want access to all of your pieces as well, so make sure you give me the nitty gritty of each one." He then scanned the classroom for their last teammate, Ren, before raising his voice. "And you, Sanada Ren! Would you like to join us, or would you rather waste time chit-chatting with someone you aren't getting graded with?"

This was quite the exciting circumstance he had been put in. Usually when he was blindfolded, he was also chained to a bed, with a little pressure on top of his body. Wax was optional, of course. However, in this instance, he was calmly listening to his favorite genre of music, Alternative Jazz. The flow of instruments, and competitive solos, really got his foot tapping against the floor of the helicopter. Honestly, even with this music soothing him, his nerves were still on the fritz. Being chosen for this once in a lifetime opportunity as a lowly Professor...was he even worthy of a spot here? After what felt like an eternity, his blindfold was taken off, and he placed the headphones around his neck. Sitting across from him was another man with fiery hair. "Alright, 'ere's de deal," The man said as he flipped a golden ring into the air. Maita desperately went to grab at it, but he failed as it ultimately landed in his 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," Maita prided himself on being fluent in English, but this accent was a bit much for him to ascertain. However, there was one clean word he could make out of the last bit. He held the ring in the air between the two, and looked through it and at the man. "Right! Lancer! Yeah!" He smiled. "Are there any drinks on this flight, by the way? I could use something to calm me down." Before long, the helicopter had landed. As they disembarked from the vehicle, they were greeted with the site of snow, and an old man. Maita stood amongst all the others, holding a wine glass in one hand, and the entire bottle in the other. "Welcome everyone, to Chaldea! Today marks the day where we take our first steps to protect the Human Order. Are you ready to take that journey with us?" Maita was about to respond with vigor, before the man abruptly turned, and strutted towards the building. With a pout, he took a sip from his wine glass. Without so much as looking back, the man continued on. "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? 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 a girl in particular. "Except you Aino, you have to stay." So she was something special, is that right? Maita looked over to the girl, with a inquisitive gaze. He had already thought long and hard about taking part in this, so when the man opened the doors to their next room, Maita had no qualms pushing through to follow him. Sitting in a chair was a fairly handsome gentleman with long white hair. "Director, I assume it's time?" he asked, his voice tinged with a German accent. "Indeed it is, Albert!" The man answered, standing to walk by the scientist. "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! 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!" "Radical..." Maita stared at the ancient artifact that they possessed. In the world of Magic, this place no doubt had holy significance. But this was an artifact that even historians would love to have their hands on, and here he was, standing in front of it. His magic was going to pour into it. "RADICAL!" He shouted again, almost spilling his drink as he put both hands in the air. Before addressing Aino again, their host spoke once more. "And there you have it! Your destiny now awaits for you! Who will step up first?" Even with some alcohol in his system, Maita was still nervous. He waited for the first to approach, which didn't take long at all. Aozaki Souta was the first to summon a Caster, Dr. John H. Watson, famous second fiddle to the great detective Sherlock Holmes. Aino Koskinen was second, as she summoned the Saber, Masamune, famed swordsman of the east. The third, a large man of African descent, entered the chamber and closed the doors behind him. Playing on the safe side a bit, but Maita didn't blame him. He walked out with a servant, both of them with smiles on their face. Genevieve Mireille came next, summoning Raoul d'Argery, the assassin. These were all impressive figures of history, and they were to be fighting alongside their summoners?! This was insane. With his nerves calmed down just a bit after seeing everyone go about the ritual so seamlessly, Maita stepped up to bat. "Maita Masahiko, at your service!" He bowed towards the others. "I look forward to saving the world with all of you!" He put himself upright, before turning around and waltzing into the chamber. Looking upon the actual Round Table was dumbfounding, as he placed his wine bottle on the ground in front of it. With a nervous hand, he placed the ring on the table, and then his hand on the outer edge. Putting his magic into the legendary artifact, Maita thought of how to go about with this summoning...he had to put himself into it...but how? Suddenly he began to beatbox, as the words busted out of him in sync with the rhythm. "Maita on the mic now, yo yo yo! Listen up servant, to this nasty flow~. We gotta save the men, the women, the children~! Show yourself now, cause this is only the beginnin'~!" When Maita finished his chant, the table lit up, the area around him suddenly went dark, while also producing hundreds of tiny lights, as if it was a clear night with the stars shining above. The lights gathered to a single point before releasing a burst of energy, revealing the form of his servant. It was a young child, one that couldn’t be any older than seven years old, with wild purple hair barely tamed in a ponytail, and a green spear obviously made for an adult in his hand. He had a wolfish grin on his face as he looked up to Maita, obviously trying to look cool despite the fact he barely made it past the man’s waist. “It’s nice to meetcha, Master!” The boy said with a grin. His smile faltered slightly as he spoke his next words. “Sadly, due to a curse on me, I can’t tell you my name. You can call me Lancer until the time you learn my name,” He smiled widely again. “Let’s do our best!” Maita was positively thrilled, as he ruffled up the small child's hair. "Well look at that! Ain't you a cool little dude with that huge spear!" Maita picked up the child, which proved to be difficult factoring in the weight of that giant lance the boy clung onto. Somehow he managed, and hiked him over his head and onto his shoulders, as both of them walked out of the room together. "Looks like I won out this time, huh!? Lancer's pretty righteous!"

Mt. Ferris "1000!" Ken roared, as he brought a heavy kick towards the tree's trunk a final time. His leg met the wood, causing what was left of the trunk to shatter into millions of splinters. The tree began to topple over, causing Ken to leap in shock. "Don't worry! I got 'cha! I got 'cha! Don't worry!" Ken rushed over a bit, only to catch the towering tree with his bare hands. His arms were buckling at the weight, but these things were always getting lighter. He straightened out his arms, and hiked the tree over his head, slowly carrying it to the side of the house. There, he'd throw the tree to the ground with a mighty thud. Strolling over to an axe, Ken picked it up, and used his speed to chop up the tree into well organized lumber. After he was done, he wiped his brow, and smiled, looking out over the view from atop the mountain. Life couldn't get better than this. "Care for some water?" Silver had appeared from thin air, holding a glass in his hand. Ken graciously accepted it, and downed the whole glass with a couple of chugs. "Thanks, Gramps! That really hit the spo-" Before he knew it, there was the familiar sensation of psychokinesis around his body. It was a strong grip, and he couldn't move a muscle. However, he was able to break a smile. "We haven't gone a round in a long time, have we Grandpa Silver?" The old hedgehog before him chuckled slightly, stroking his wrinkled chin. "Ohohoho, can't let you think you've gotten stronger than me, can I boy? Not too mention, you must be tired fighting against an opponent that has no hopes of fighting back, correct?" The old hedgehog winked. "You've lost every single bout with me...let's see if you've improved." With the taunt, Ken could only smile. "I just hold back, so I don't go breaking any of your bones, ya old coot!" Ken flexed his muscles, causing a wave of force to knock Silver off guard for a split second. The second was all Ken needed for Silver to break his focus for just one moment, freeing him of his paralytic attack. He made a mad dash for Silver, cocking his arm back as he did so. When Silver's eyes brightened that sharp green, Ken was already gone in a blur. From behind, Silver could see Ken bring his leg up with a giant sweeping motion. "HURRIKEN!" "It's no use." Silver smirked, as a defensive barrier was brought up to shield himself from the attack. However, when Ken's ferocious kick met the forcefield, Silver's eyes widened at a crack that was made in his defense. With a roar, Ken followed through with his roundhouse, shattering the psychic barrier like glass, and exposing Silver. Silver's eyes lit up, as he watched Ken soar above him to bring down a kick on his shoulder. Even with his power, it wouldn't be enough to stop the blow. However, in another afterimage, Ken was behind the old hedgehog once again. This time however, he only poked his grandpa's shoulder with a smile. "Looks like it's my first win, huh!?" He pumped his fist excitedly. Silver could only smile. "I went easy on you." It was exactly the opposite, however. He had put every ounce of his strength into those psychokinetic attacks just now...but Ken had truly gotten strong. "Please tell me you opened one of the inhibitors at least..." Silver almost begged. Ken only stuck out his tongue. "I ain't tellin', so I guess you'll never know! Now let's make some lunch! I'm starvin' over here!" Metropolis "Well Officer, I feel a bit insulted that you would think an Arctic Wolf would possibly be the culprit. I may be fast, but I'm not in the stealthiest. Don't worry, I've had a few say I've been sketchy since I moved here. Ya know how it is, trying to find myself...plus I was getting somewhat tired of the same bland cold, white surroundings...oh and the snowy scenery too." A chuckle escaped him, before he cleared his throat. "...sorry, bit of humor at the expense of Arctic Wolves...anyway! I've heard of your partner, quite the guy...really does love this city. Heh, can't turn the TV on without seeing him in a highlight reel or something. Regardless, I'm 'for hire', I suppose you could say. Just know I'm not really in this for the reward or recognition. Sure, those would be awesome...but I'm just here for the challenge." Zane flashed a small smile, before extending his hand out towards Becky. "Almost forgot...I'm Zane." Becky, in turn, shook the Arctic Wolf's hand. "Glad we got that all sorted out. You're hired!" She proclaimed. "We've tracked down the location of the ne'er-do-well to some back alley's in the slums...poor kid's probably been on her own for a long time now. Follow me." Becky started the pursuit with a brisk walk, that slowly started to turn into a full on dash. "It's a sad day when Metropolis Police has to rely on mercenaries to do our job, but this is a special case. Alex has been at large for quite some time, and no one's been able to stop her spree. Like I said, she's got some nasty powers." Becky turned her head back towards Zane. By now, the large city scape had turned suburban-ish. "And I didn't pick you out of the crowd for no good reason either. Everyone's heard stories of the Arctic Wolves. Your people are hunters at heart, and your weakest member is probably on par with Harvey himself, so I'm glad to have seen you when I did." Becky scratched her chin. The small town houses outside the city had now turned into run down buildings, and pitched tents. Becky slowed her pace back down to that brisk walk from before. "Say...you said you got bored of the arctic, right? Don't you miss your family?" Canyon Outskirts "Pretty slick design." The girl nodded in turn. "O' course it is! I designed it meself!" "Well would you look at that...I have no idea what a lot of this means." After a mere moment of typing, the Lemur was seeming to make some headway with the device, prompting the girl to whistle. "You called this a Chaos Tracker right?" His tone was filled with curiosity. "So like, what's chaos exactly and why would you wanna track it?" Several error messages appeared prompting the lemur to quickly take back his last change and continue scanning the code. "Most people I know like their lives nice and quiet. But maybe you're not most people." "By the looks of how you're finagling with my device, I'd surmise the same thing about you!" The girl said with a toothy smile. However, at a sudden realization, the hedgehog brought her hands down on his table with a smack. "Whaddya mean you ain't know what chaos is!? Bloody chaos!?" She backed off the Lemur's workspace, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, if a damn history lesson could get me a discount, I suppose I can tell ya." She took a deep breath. "Before time...before the universe...there was chaos...running amok wherever it could. It brought destruction, but it also brought life. You'd think that the name chaos has negative connotations...but it's the most neutral form of being anything could be. Chaos runs through us all...whether you bloody like it or not. The old heroes from centuries ago were famous for bending chaos to their will, but their were others that came before who could do the same...some were even hailed as gods." She paused, closing her eyes. "Chaos doesn't have a shape, but their are conduits by which it can be harnessed. There are mystical gems about the world called the Chaos Emeralds, which do just that. They are conduits for chaos...making it easier to collect and unleash...anyone who possesses a chaos emerald will possess the fate of the world." She opened one eye. "And don't get me started on the Master Emerald...the granddaddy of all the chaos emeralds, and a well of infinite chaos energy...but no one's found it in centuries of searchin'." She winked at the Lemur. "However, that's all a bunch of mumbo jumbo that old timer's spout these days. Baseless rumor...but...some Mobians have strange abilities thanks to Chaos...so it's not all hearsay in my opinion." Old Eggland As gears turned, and engines whirred, the Central Command Room began to come back to life. Screens throughout the place could be seen booting back up, some displays showing countless errors that tried to run diagnostics. It was slow, but it was surely coming back online. As light turned back on, a hunk of metal could be seen, sitting upon a chair that usually was reserved for the good doctor. Chimera would simply notice it as the husk of an old Metal Sonic unit, worn with the ages. It was attached to countless plugs and wires, connected to the control room's main console. As the room turned bright, so did the life in the Metal Sonic's eyes. A bright flash of red illuminated the space between him and Chimera, as sparks began to seep out of the cracks in it's frame. It's head began to slowly rise, as it's eyes laid upon the Badnik who resided in the corner of the room. "Ah...do my visual processors deceive me...or is that MS-11 skulking in the corner back there." Every time the Metal Sonic moved, the sound of rust chafing, and old joints creaking, could be heard throughout the room. However, it was able to barely rise to its feet. "Good Morning, brother! How was your rest?" A sudden surge of power brought MS-02 offline, as his body fell to the ground. Within a couple of seconds, he was turned on once again, and picked himself up off of the floor. "How embrassing..." He sighed, dusting himself off. His finger clinked against the rusted metal of one of his spines. "I bet you're wondering just what the hell happened here in the time you were away..." He claimed, with a somber voice. Twilight Prison The decree was enough to send chills down even Mephiles' back. "An order of that caliber...Are you sure, My Lord?" Mephiles asked, in a shaky tone. He could tell by the motion of the flame, that it was a nod to his question. "I shall execute your order...but it will take some time for preparations. Is that okay?" "Of course, my child. Take as much time as you need. This is a hefty task after all, and you were almost mere ashes not moments ago." Mephiles bowed before the lone flame. "Thank you, Lord Gwynn. I shall begin immediately." Mephiles' darkness began to ooze onto the stone floor beneath them. In no time at all, a pool of black ink had covered the surface in no time at all. Mere moments after words, many arms began to sprout from the ink, as similar shapes to Mephiles began to drag themselves onto the mortal plain.

As everyone huddled around there new transfer student, Kio could only shrug. What was the big deal, mutant-type quirks weren't that cool. So one note. Their substitute was doing a hell of a horrible job getting the class to settle back into their seats, so they could move forward with the day's lessons. At the thought, however, Dreadbolt began to speak up again. "Ahe-anywaaaaaaaaay…" A masterful segway. "At the end of this week, you all will be doing a team-based exam, it says." He paused, looking to his paper once again, "It says here that you all are going to be facing off in teams of four against staff of the school… that seems a bit excessive… But anyway! I'm gonna go ahead and list off the teams now, so that you all can get to know each other better ahead of time, and make plans for the end of the week!" "For real?" Another exam? And so soon? Kio had been pretty sore lately, working out extra hard after seeing that display from Anemonesan, so he wondered if it would hinder his performance. Well, it was time to listen for his name to be called with four others now. "Next in line is Kanda Takehiko, Sanada Ren, Akagi Kio, and Ukemei Ayane! You four will be facing off against your literature teacher, Page Master!" Takehiko: Chess, Ren: Qi, Ayane: Compose. A unique array of quirks to use at his disposal...and against Page Master. While he didn't know the extent of Page Master's quirk, he'd still like to get his hands on it! Kio kicked a foot up on his desk, putting his hands behind his head and smiling. "Nothing to it, but to do it. I expect nothing less than a challenge from a teacher at U.A.!" He exclaimed, with legitimate enthusiasm. He looked up to see students already starting to group up. "Does that mean we start making a game plan now?" He asked, not even waiting for an answer from the incompetent teacher to get up and stray over to Ayane's desk. "Looks like we'll be working together! Lucky me! You've got a great quirk." He placed a paper and pen in front of the girl, with a very serious look on his face. "Please...write down how it works...it's easier for me to make a memory card that way." His face pepped up a bit with a smile. "We could totally rock out together if I end up using it!"

Mt. Ferris "Nine hundred ninety-six...nine hundred ninety-seven..." Ken's arms were struggling, but he kept his breathing in rhythm and conitnued his pushups, "Nine hundred ninety-eight....nine hundred and ninety-nine..." Just one more...but he was struggling for some reason today. Something else was weighing heavy on his mind for some reason. He took a deep breath in, and pumped out his last repetition. "One thousand." His arms like jellow, he managed to push himself off the ground, rolling his shoulder as sweat dripped down his cheek. His training regimen was brutal, but now he was getting to his favorite part of the session. He paced towards a tree, whose trunk seemed to be worse for wear. He rubbed under his nose as he approached. "Sorry I gotta take this all out on you, Leafy. But there's no better training partner around the place." It had been too long since he had an actual opponent to face, as Silver retired from fighting him some time ago. Ken almost broke the poor man's back with too powerful of a kick. "C'mon, put 'em up! Put 'em up!" Ken smiled, as he raised his fists towards the wooden pillar. "What'd you say about my grandpa?!" He roared, as a kick was sent flying into the trunk of the tree. Small splinters were fractured from the base, as a shock was sent all the way to the top branches. "One!" He announced, before lowering his leg, and bringing it back up again to meet the tree. "Two!" Metropolis The Metropolis city street was abuzz with activity, as families strolled throughout the hot day. No doubt, everyone was out doing the usual errands on such a perfect day. However, this was the city after all. A lady's scream could be heard near Zane's location. "Thief!!!" She could be heard again, as some shadowy figure made it's way through the crowds in a flash. No one pursued after the criminal, everyone was too busy. However, a lone city officer came to assess the situation. She took down a couple of notes, nodding her head sternly, before making eye contact with Zane. The officer then pointed to him, asking the lady another question out of ear-shot. The lady shrugged, but that didn't stop the officer from approaching Zane. She flashed her badge, before talking any further. "Good day, citizen! I'm Metropolis Officer Becky. Badge Number CRSH40." She crossed her arms, while holding a notepad up to her face. "We don't get many Arctic Wolf's in this area...they mainly stick to their frozen tundra home. So it seems pretty sketchy that one of you would be here." She tapped her foot, while gently tapping the notepad against her cheek. "Well...I don't think you're a suspect or anything...your eyes don't look like any criminal I've seen around here." She stopped tapping her foot. "That being said, I'm pretty sure we know who the culprit is, and I'd like to acquire your services...if you're for hire." She turned around. "Gosh..is that an insensitive thing to ask..." She returned to face Zane. "The culprit goes by the name Alex the Flame...my partner Harvey has been trailing her for month's now, but she's got weird powers...think you could give us a hand?" Canyon Outskirts As the old rabbit walked away, a new face walked up to Flurry's stand. In her hand, she held something that looked almost just as similar to the rabbit's pocket watch. "Oy, Lemur, care to help a hedgehog fix her little device." She showed Flurry the thing she held, which resembled more of a handheld computer than anything. "This is my own invention! I call it the Chaos Tracka! Pretty nifty, ain't it." She shook the thing, trying her best to wake it up, but to no avail. "Thang is...it ain't workin' quite right yet. It's a bit on the fritz...prolly cause I 'aven't tweaked the programming innit. But I 'ear you're a right genius, so's I thought payin' you a visit might be just what the doctor ordered." Whaddya say." She threw the device towards Flurry, pointing a finger midway up into the air. "And don't go worryin' about payment. I'll pay any amount ya ask for if you manage to fix it." Old Eggland After countless overturned pieces of junk, Chimera would come across a buried Egg Pawn. Upon being unconcealed, the life in the robot's eyes lit up. Sparks began to flare from it's joints, and neck, but it tried its best to remove itself from the pile of rubble it found itself under. It's mouthpiece, trying it's best to reboot, began to light up as well. "-11...MS-1...Chime-...-era..." It weakly stated. "Good Mor-...MS-11..." The sparks had died down, not as violent as before. With vigor, the Egg Pawn ushered Chimera to follow him to another pile of rubble where the two would overturn rocks to uncover another Egg Pawn, this one still with it's Egg Lance in tact. This one seemed in worse condition, badly dented and rusted to the extreme. It too began to reboot once the rocks were move away. The new addition to the gathering number of badnicks stammered out Chimera's name, also offering the robot a good morning in a broken excitement. "We shall go on patrol now...Eggland needs to be defended, at all costs...In the meantime...please reboot the main generators and EggNet...MS-02 will be happy to see you." The first Egg Pawn said, as the two headed off in search of more badnicks to uncover. Twilight Prison The cinder gracefully descended into Mobius' upper atmosphere, on a course to an island in the middle of the ocean. It didn't take long, before it fell in front of a temple of sorts. Outside stood two echidna's, guarding the front door. They raised there weapons, as they saw the lone ember settle in front of them. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing, bro?" One echidna asked the other. "This isn't a normal fire...is it? Could it be..." "No. We would've been alerted if the Iblis trigger were killed. This isn't Iblis." "Then what even is i-" Before the guard could finish his sentence, an intense flash encompassed the entire island. The echidna that stood in front of the temple were now nothing more than a pile of ash, their silhouettes engraved into the granite doors they protected . The flame approached the door, as it parted the stone with sheer temperature alone, forcing it's way inside. Once there, it made it's way into the middle of the room it found itself in. All that was inside was a pillar, and mounted on the pillar, an orb swirling with pitch black energy. With another flash that illuminated the room, the orb found itself shattered. Leaking from the broken shards, a shadowy figure began to put itself together. Becoming whole, the entity began to cackle. "I've been freed once more...I shall not let this opportunity go. To who do I offer my loya-" As the being's eyes came into contact with the lone ember, it gasped in shock. "Iblis...no...you are not my brother...yet you resemble his essence. You are...familiar" The black creature took a step back. "Just what the hell are you." It hissed. "My child...I suppose it has been some time..." It said calmly, in an angelic manner, "I'm the one who created your true self...I am the creator of Solaris." "Impossible!" The pitch dark being threw his hand to the side. "There was nothing before Solaris! He is the one true god, and I am one of his halves, Mephiles the Dark!" With a dark orb being prepared in his hand, he unleashed the attack upon the flame, crashing against some invisible force. The attack, even though it was made of energy, seemed to be burning. After a brief moment, the attack was diminished in it's entirety into a smoldering flame. "Know my true name, and tremble." The flame's brightness grew intense, causing Mephiles to close his eyes and turn away, "GWYNN, GOD OF THE SUN AND PYRE!" Another flash was all it took to put Mephiles onto the ground, breathing intensely. His entire body seemed to be smoldering. Somehow, he was still alive. After an attack like that, he was sure it was over for him. "Gwynn..." He brought himself to a kneeling position before the fire. "I serve you, and only you...I am but your humble servant..." "Mephiles the Dark...as your one true god and master...I issue my first decree upon this world..."

On his way towards the building all that racket was coming from, he noticed a student walk out. He seemed pissed about something. With his hands in his pockets, and his teeth munching on a toothpick, he looked at Keika with a frown. "Too good for them?" He asked. "That makes two of us. Hate that I gotta lay low here. I ain't gotta go to classes though, so it's a pretty sweet deal if you ask me." He walked past Keika, waving a hand out of his pocket. "Well, whatever. Don't go snitching on me now, bro!" "Also, was that a pun?" Juryo raised an eyebrow, and gave a sly smile. "You think I'd really be that tasteless, man? Who knows?" He shrugged, with the same expression on his face. That's when Keika exploded, and walked out of the door. That story was pretty rough to hear, and he'd definitely have to have a talk with his roomie about it. But for now, it was best to let the volcano cool his top. "Hey little devil," Nanami said, as she still had Miyu in a deadlock. "Old maid over at the table. Bet you got some tricks up your..." The girl paused, prompting Miyu to smugly grin, "Well no sleeves between us but you get my point. Why don't you go count cards or some shit, bully them for a few rounds and let the ferocious predator relax a bit. I'll come over in a minute if you're still feeling frisky." Nanami let her grip go of the demon, as Miyu crossed her arms in a pout. "Hmph...You're no fun Nana...but I'll gladly take you up on that offer anytime." Picking up her clothes, she walked away from the kiddie pool. "I won't go easy on your body next time, so don't even bother begging me for mercy." She turned her head back towards Nana. "It'll only turn me on~..." She blew a kiss at the shark, small flames flickering off of her fingertips in Nanami's direction. As she walked up to the card table, she sat down and casually stared at the deck of cards. "Getting sent here is cursed luck to begin with," Kiburi sighed, while shuffling the deck. "We're the rejects of the world, and lady luck sent us here to piss on us even more. Or something like that. You'd think whoever's in charge would have started caring about us sooner, but I guess they wanted to pick an inconvenient time to suddenly force us halfway across the country. Or however far you lot are from." "Hey, hey, c'mon Kiburi, turn that frown upside down," Rubber boy had a cheeky smile on his face that almost made Miyu gag. "Sure, it ain't the best of places nor the best of timings, but if it weren't for this place, I'd never have met you. I'd just be wasting away in some prison in America for the horrible crime of helping people." "Where do you get off with that attitude, Romeo?" Miyu poked Hane with her finger. "You're just too upbeat. I hate it. Stop." "I could see that lifestyle coming a mile away from you, Hane." Juryo sighed. "I was that type too...more or less...not so much helping people as it was stomping on crooks...now look at me." Juryo pointed at Toshiko's game. "I'm watching some serious let's-play action over here. I could be beating down thugs to a pulp." Juryo walked up to Hane, and offered his hand. "Let's say you and me go on a...patrol, sometime." His smile was filled with malign intent. "Are you joining us up here?" Kiburi addressed towards Miyu, who in turn looked to the girl. "Oh...no thanks. I'll just watch!" Miyu chuckled. "I'm terrible at card games...never get dealt the right hand!" Not like any of them seem to have. "Buuuuut~," Miyu leaned into Kiburi's ear, tantalizingly whispering, "I can help you cheat if you wanna~..." The door was swung open, rather forcefully, as their latest tenant walked into the rec building. "Not too shabby...for a hobo..." He grinned, spitting his toothpick onto the floor. "Hey, pick that up, ya hobo! Throw it in the trash." Juryo berated the boy. "What are you, my mom?" He barked back. "Well you'd better hope not. She did kick you out after all." Juryo laughed, as he scratched the back of his head. "Why you little," The boy marched up to him with an angry stride, picking Juryo up by the collar of his shirt. His eyes began to radiate with electricity. "Chill," Juryo put his hands up, "You got a home with us misfits. But I'm sure you won't if I'm toast." The intruder groaned, before putting Juryo back down on his heels. Their classmate presented the rude boy in front of all of them. "This here's our little hobo, Seki Takao." Juryo applauded, causing Takao to grumble even more intensely. However, before long, he bowed before the rest of the class. "Sorry for intrudin'. You won't even notice I'm here." The boy lifted his gaze, only for the first thing to see was the Shark babe he thrased earlier, chilling in a kiddie pool. His face turned red, as he bowed once again. "And I'm especially sorry to you, miss! I messed you up somethin' real bad!"

The ride home that day gave him enough time to stew in annoyance. Periodically, he'd look over his seat, and towards Rei. That other good for nothing hero wannabe was involved in something to do with why they had to leave, and he was going to figure out. For now, he'd bide his time. He was still upset that he didn't get to see the main man in action, but he'd see something along those lines sooner or later. That night, Kio went to bed early. Maybe tomorrow would offer a bit more excitement. The next day sure was a doozy after all. They had a sub, Destructive Hero - Dreadbolt. He'd never forget a face like that, regardless of his quirk. "So uh… I'm not Epicenter. You guys know that. I'm aaah… I'm the Destructive Hero - Dreadbolt. I'm a friend of Glory's, he asked me to sub for a bit while some of the staff is investigating some shi- errr, while the staff is investigating some bad stuff that happened yesterday…" No doubt something went awry during the trip. He glanced at Rei for a split second. "Fuck, why did I agree to this… Tomoaki you son of a bitch…A-anyway, I'm sorry to inform you all that uhhh…Kikuchi Emi has dropped out of UA, for personal reasons." Kio sighed. Just someone who wasn't up to the challenge he guessed. Her display of skills during the first test was truly a sight to behold, but maybe that's all she was worth. A shame he wasn't able to at least make a memory card of her quirk. It looked rather strong. "But there is good news, too! She will be replaced by the next runner-up in the entrance exam! Hoshinoooooo Rika!" With an unhealthy dose of melodrama, Dreadbolt pointed toward the classroom door with both hands… standing perfectly still in perfect silence for several seconds, before slouching in disappointment, "Is it too much to ask students to be punctual??? Can't I get one damn break???" Well, not everyone could be him, but this surely wasn't a good first impression. However, someone was coming into view from the doorway. Maybe they weren't late after all. "I'm sorry, I'm here! I was lost in thought a bit. Uh... My name is Hoshino Rika, and it's good to be here! I barely didn't make it before, and I thought I wasn't going to ever get the chance again... But I'm glad to be here now!" Definitely a shy girl, she played with her face and quietly went on. "Am I supposed to introduce my Quirk? I think so. Uh, my Quirk is Chameleon. It's pretty... Straightforward, I won't demonstrate, it'll crop up over the day almost for sure." In a fit of nervousness, her body began to change colors. Quite the display, but it wasn't anything flashy. Well...he really didn't have much room to speak on that aspect himself anyway. "I'm gonna go sit down now." Kio was miffed at the fact that the girl was a mutant, but she seemed nice enough. Why the hell did someone with that kind of demeanor want to be a hero though? "Make sure you give this everything you've got. This is your lucky break after all." Kio grinned, only moving his eyes to look at the girl.

OOC The crisp heat of a Mobian summer was sweeping across the land, today. Children were playing in any water they could find, and adults were busy either with their daily lives, or watching over their young. This was the peaceful world of Mobius, a place that had not seen war or conflict in over 200 years. Long gone were the days when the average citizen had to fight for survival against the evil armies of Robotnik, and other forces of true darkness and terror. Those days were ended, once the famed Freedom fighters won the war in complete victory, with the Doctor locked up until his final days. Truly, this was bliss. Far away from any kind of city lie a long, tall mountain range. The Ferris Mountains. As the sun reached it's peak in the sky, the rays shone upon a relatively small, two-story log cabin. It was nestled against the mountain, with a large plateau jutting out from the face, complete with a small forest all it's own. The perfect hiding spot for an old hero of the land. As the sun's rays grew brighter, they found their way into Ken's room, piercing the wilted fabric that he used as a curtain. The light was too intense, and it woke him up immediately. He sat in bed for a moment, before rubbing his eyes. He had had the strangest dream, and looked to the other side of the room. Another bed lay empty, it always had been. So why did he never get rid of it? The thought left him, as another immediate one crossed his mine. "GRANDPA!!" He cried, jumping out of bed. "WHAT TIME IS IT!?" From the downstairs, he could a withered, mature voice answer. "I'd really wish you'd stop using me as some sort of clock. But it just turned noon." "AH CRUD! I've already missed out on 6 hours of training!?" Ken put on his weighted clothes, and made his way as quickly as possible downstairs. Silver stood in front of a rather beaten up stove, cooking eggs in a pan. His arms were shaky, but the way he was able to flip an egg was masterful. "Why didn't you wake me up!?" The withered white hedgehog turned to him with a grin. "It's the weekend, Ken. You've been working so hard, that I thought you deserved to sleep in for once. You know, you should be enjoying yourself these days. Don't train yourself to death." Ken sat down at the table, sighing. "I gotta train! That's how I'll get stronger!! Isn't that what you brought me to the future for? So you had someone strong to protect it?" Silver turned back to his eggs, and took them off the stove. He poured the contents onto a wooden plate, already stacked with a tower of pancakes. "I brought you here for a lot of reasons, my dear Ken." He said, as he brought the plate to the table, placing it down in front of the boy. His stomach kindly rumbled aloud, as Ken looked at the food in awe. Silver sat down across from him, with a cup of coffee in his hands. "You were going to die that day, you know? That was reason number one. Reason number two, was because I sensed a strong will inside of you. A will I have not seen in many years. It's like the spirit of an old hero..." Silver's eyes traced the ceiling, as if he were looking at something Ken wasn't able to see. "I'm not gonna be able," Ken stuck a fork in his tower of pancakes, and began tearing into it, "to catch up to an old hero, if I don't keep my training as rigorous as it can get!" Ken slowed down, half his pancake stack already gone. "Hey, Silver...there's a question I've had for a long time...but why are there two beds in my room?" The old hedgehog looked to Ken. He closed his eyes, searching through his old memories. "Hm..." he pondered for a moment, "I think I just made one in case another were to join us. Sadly it was never filled." Silver took a sip from his cup. "Were you lonely, Ken?" He asked the boy. Ken, who was now in the middle of scarfing down his sunny-side up eggs, looked up to Silver. He smiled. "Hell no! I've got you, old man!" He lied through a pretty natural smile. Silver nodded with a smile in turn. After a few more moments of small talk, Ken's meal was eradicated. "Your cooking is the best, Grampa Silver!" He patted his stomach, before getting up from his seat. "A good meal deserves to be used towards an even gooder workout!" Without another word, he zipped right out of the door, and out into the forest. The sun shone brighter for a split second, as something parted from it. The tiniest drop of sunlight, smaller than a bead of rain, now descended upon Mobius.

Yeah yeah lemme in

Story At the turn of every Millennia, Earth's deities rise from their slumber and gather together. For what, you may be asking yourself? Well, the answer is quite simple, and vain. The gods assemble to discuss which religion will dominate the faithful for the next 1000 years. To settle this debacle efficiently, and easily, the gods from every corner of the world choose a champion to partake in a tournament known as the Ragnarok Rumble (Trademarked by the Norse Gods). The winner of Ragnarok becomes with the pantheon of the gods they represent, and may have any other wish they could think of granted. The gods don't choose their champions lightly. Be they creature, or mere mortal, the fighters they choose tend to be descendants of legendary figures throughout history, demigods ignorant to their own powers. Who will heed the call to be crowned Earth's strongest this time? Rules: App Skeleton: Accepted Apps:

Let's do it.

Todd, Pix, Kokoro, and Hackmon all walked towards the low whistling sound, only to come across a train. It didn't look anything out of the ordinary, as far as trains he had seen went. But this one had one too many spikes protruding from it's metallic exterior. It was a bit worse for wear, but nothing that made it seem inoperable. However, he was surprised that this train had a face attached to it, like some sort of childhood cartoon he once saw. This thing must have been a digimon too, and an ill-placed one at that. He wasn't on the tracks in the middle of town, so he was probably really bent out of shape about that. H-huh? Hello? O-oh my, humans? Humans came to my aid? Oh, this is so embarrassing. I wish I wasn't so beaten up right now. This must be a horrible first impression...Hello! My name is Locomon! I... well, I was attacked by a Pukumon, and well... was derailed. Please, if you could help me, I'd owe you a great deal. I'd take you anywhere you need to go! S-sorry, it just... it hurts a lot," By this time, most of the main group had made it this way, prompting Todd to turn away from the Locomon, as the rest of the group speculated on how to fix his sorry disposition. "First we have to get you back on the rails though." Kokoro looked at the others, posing a silly joke. "I don't suppose any of you saw a truck we can drag this guy with?" "I see what you're getting at, but a truck wouldn't be the only thing we'd need...not too mention we'd need a lot more power than a truck to get a tipped train on it's wheels." Todd scratched his chin, kicking up some dirt in front of him. "If that Omnimon prick would've just stuck around, this wouldn't be an issue." Todd looked back to Kokoro. "Also, now, we gotta worry about this 'Pukumon' guy. Who's to say that it left the area after beating up on this train a bit...seems a bit too risky for us to waste time on this...I wouldn't want to stick around and find out what's able to lay the smackdown on a train." Todd could feel a tug at his pant legs. He looked down, only to see Pix with a somewhat disappointed look in her eyes. Todd groaned. "What...you wanna help it? Are you the Loco-mon here?" "I am justice incarnate! The strongest digimon! I can't sit by and not help this poor guy!" Todd smacked his face, only to peak at Pix through his fingers. "Fine. Whatever. But it's their funeral. If I see the Pukemon, I'm hightailing it out of here." He then pointed at Pix. "And I'm taking you with me, Ms. Justice Incarnate." Todd turned back towards the group. "I think our best bet is to get our Digimon pals on this...they seem stronger than us anyway...and some of us here can actually turn into the things." He then looked through the crowd. "Unless you have any better ideas?"

With the engine-head not even humoring Kio with a response, his mood had now doubled in sour. It was like he was ignoring Kio altogether, which was starting to get irritating. His eye's twitched, as he still wore a smile, the contrast in his mood versus how he was expressing it was drastic at this moment. Still, Kio continued to load bunches of trash into his bag, determined to be the one who picked up the most today, despite this blight in front of him being of no use. Surprisingly, even though he was plucking garbage like a madman, his attention was brought to a shining light in the distance, from where Yasha had run to him from. There was only one hero around that shined that brightly, and there had to be a reason he was here. "Hey, Yasha was it? Go be useless somewhere else, I'm gonna go check on something, okay?" Kio waved off Yasha, and started to run in the direction of the light, but was almost tripped up by three seismic shocks. Epicenter was using her quirk too? Something was up. "Please make your way to the bus this instant! This is an emergency!" "Don't worry, everyone! We will make sure you all stay safe! Please be careful as you make your way back up to the bus!" Anemonesan easily wiped away a trail for the students to make there way through. Kio was in awe of her sheer display of strength, easily getting rid of all the heavy garbage it would've taken him days to clear. He could only smile. But he had to look back again, just to see if he could figure out just what this emergency was all about. The garbage was piled high, so he couldn't get a good grasp of the situation he was in, but it would've been rad to see him in action. "Geez...ruining the fun so soon? You must've gone soft somewhere." Kio sighed, as he made his way towards, and onto the bus. There he pointed a finger towards everyone in their seats. "I DECLARE MYSELF THE VICTOR! I cleared more trash than any one of you guaranteed!"

Team Adarid - Arceus' Chamber Attack after attack, the gijinka in the room really laid into the Godslayer before them, using every last ounce of their strength to really grind him into the ground. Somehow, even after all the punishment he had taken thus far, Kura was still able to get to his own two feet to stand before them once again. However, even his strength seemed to faulter, as his entire body was wreathed in the dark flames, consuming him until he was nothing but a pile of ash on the floor. With a hand held over her shoulder that seeped with blood, Taiga could only crack a wide toothy smile. "Serves you right, ya jerk!" Soon after, the main event began, and Arceus herself almost seemed to come back to life. After a short daze, and some tears, Arceus explained to them why she had been so neglectful all these years. "Save it for someone who cares, damnit..." Taiga groaned, Getting to her feet, and trudging over to where the others stood in her presence. She had to admit, this chick really did radiate the energy of something benevolent. It made her wanna spit. Nonetheless, she smiled. "Glad you're alright, ya damn good for nothin' god! Fufufu!" "You've done so much despite me abandoning you. Nothing I can do will ever make up for my mistakes. But I wish to try. I shall rejoin the world and look after its people. Not as an apathetic observer, nor as a ruling God, but instead I promise to work alongside all the inhabitants of this world and do my best to correct the wrongs that happened over these many years." After some others presented their own wishes, Taiga stepped up next. "First off, would ya mind patching me up a bit? That ain't my wish, but I'd be happier if ya did me a solid." The girl smiled, before nodding her head. A green aura radiated around Taiga, and all of her major injuries faded away. With a sigh of relief, Taiga's body crumbled to the floor. "Sheesh...you're a life saver." Taiga cleared her throat. "Tch, not like you didn't owe me that anyway!" She rolled her eyes, only to have them shoot towards Arceus. "As for my wish, I want a big ship! One that can sail across this whole dang world. I'm gonna scoop up as many lost little ones as I can, so that no one in this world has to grow up alone, like I did!" Taiga blushed, as she gave away too much of her idea in that last bit. "W-w-w-what I mean to say is, I'm gonna turn them all into Treasure Hunters, so we can go exploring the world for all the rarest items that this planet has to offer!" "An adventurer's soul and a kind heart. I am glad the world is in hands such as yours." "K-k-kind!?" Taiga was becoming more and more flustered. "I'm Taiga the Terrible Tyrant! I ain't kind in the slightest! One more word outta you and I might just take up Kura's position." She crossed her arms, and stuck out her tongue. "As if...I'm done fightin' for a while. Count your blessings." Before making her way out of the room, she walked to Scarlet. "Thanks for keepin up with me...you were a real pal, all the way to the end. If you're in trouble, don't hesitate to come find me. You'll always have a place in my crew." Taiga slugged the Scizor in the shoulder, before looking away from her. "And..." Taiga embraced her metallic friend, with a tear in her eye. "Don't forget...you were my first friend...please stay in touch." Wiping a tear away, she smiled, waving to all the others as she left the room. With a loud yawn, Taiga woke up in her rather luxurious bed. She stretched her arms up as far as they could go, while unleashing a massive yawn that anyone on the ship would be able to hear, if they were awake. The gentle rocking of the ship was something she had gotten used to over the past couple of years, and now it was enough to make her sleep like a rock-type. She made her way throughout her cabin, getting dressed for the day, and putting on her captain's best, before setting foot out onto the deck. Another beautiful day on the open sea. Taiga made her way to the railing, looking at the name plastered against the side of the ship, the S.S. Little League. Taiga laughed to herself. Every time she thought of those words, it reminded her of Isole and Scarlet, and that damn Captain. "If I see that bird brain Captain again...I oughta" Her brow was twitching at the mere thought. That guy was really holding out on some serious treasure, she just knew it. She kicked off the railing, only to travel a short distance towards the middle of the deck. With a large breath in, Taiga let out a huge roar. "Alright you scallywags! Get your butts out here, and start the dang day already! It's gonna be as busy as ever, so wake the hell up!" With a zip, and a zoom, three small Gijinka made their way in a hurry topside. Each one saluted before her, sounding off as they had the day they arrived on the ship. "M-Mavis, reporting in as ordered!" A zubat nervously stammered. "Trixie, reporting in as ordered!" A skitty proudly said. The other small gijinka had turned her saluting into that of making an invisible wall in front of her. Taiga tapped her finger against her arm, waiting for their newest recruit to sound off. After a few more seconds of watching the display, Taiga snapped. "HEY! Sound off, you little punk, or I'll throw you to the fishes!" She'd never do it, but she had to whip these sea urchins into shape, as proper treasure hunters. The Gijinka acted like it couldn't hear Taiga, as it was trapped in some sort of invisible box. "Oho...so the fishes it is then." Taiga ominously mumbled, as she started approaching the Mime Jr. The other two looked to the last Gijinka, almost in a panic. "Come on Ez! She's seriously gonna toss you off! Do roll call!" Trixie whispered. "E-Ez! Stop messing around, or else you'll die!" Mavis chimed in. The Mime Jr smugly looked at the two, before shrugging, and saluting once again. "Esmerelda, reporting in as ordered, Mime mime!" She finally got out, with a huge smile on her face. It was a cute enough display, but not so cute as to quell Taiga's wrath, as a fist was hammered down on top of the Mime Jr.'s head. She had to put more force into it, as her hand had crashed through the invisible barrier Esmerelda had placed above her head, full well knowing she was gonna get bopped. Rubbing her head, Esmerelda looked to the others as they all nodded their heads. In unison, they saluted once more, and chanted in unison. "Good morning, Captain Taiga!" Taiga placed her hands on her hips, and shook her head from side to side. She saluted the Little Leaguers with a smile. "And good morning to you too! What a fine day it is to sail the seas, and look for treasure, huh!?" All three of the Little Leaguers cheered. "Well, today's agenda is the same as yesterday. Look for some more lost kids, and explore the unknown! Now, I remember a friend of mine telling me about his home in Alola...apparently there's been a lot of chaos going on there as of late, and I'm sure a lot of young Gijinka are looking for a place to call home..." Taiga pointed a finger towards the horizon. "Why don't we go lookin' for them!?" With another cheer, the S.S. Little League sailed into the day, and towards a new world.

Kio was furiously rummaging through what seemed to be endless waves of trash, shoveling troughs of the stuff into his lone trash bag. It was starting to rip at the seems, so he'd have to get another one soon. Ten thousand pieces of trash weren't going to fit in a single bag, no matter how hard he was shoving. Tying a knot to close of the trash bag, Kio went to wipe his sweating brow. All these different types of things to pick up required all kinds of muscle groups, this was such a great workout! "I gotta do this on a regular basis." He thought aloud. That's when he heard the sound of a failure approach him Fastly approaching him with purpose was the tool from his class. Kio's appreciative demeanor now turned to a blank slate as he looked on. Was the guy running away from yet another one of his responsibilities, just like he had in their last test? Whatever. If he wasn't going to do his even more challenging task, that means Kio could fill in his shoes. But that girl he was with...she would be left with twice the hard work. The thought alone was tempting enough for Kio to once in his life skip out on something hard to do. That in itself was a challenge. He smiled, waving to Yasha. "Yo~! What's up Tool Man?" Kio asked. "Wanna be of use for once in your life, and like, turn into a trash compactor or something?" Kio swung the hulking sack of garbage over his shoulder. "With your help, I could condense all the trash I throw in it, making it a little easier to stuff 10,000 pieces of junk in a bag." Kio stuck out his hand, as if putting a contract out in front of Yasha. "What do you say?"

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Team Adarid - Arceus' Chamber "Let him have it!" "Who the hell are you trying to boss around, huh!?" Taiga's fangs began to freeze up, as she took a bite into her hand. It coated her fist in a rather thick layer of ice, as she barely even flinched from the pain it caused her. The Houndoom had left the other Houndoom wide open for an attack, so she made sure to target the one spewing all that black flaming nonsense. Bursting forward with ludicrous speed, she zipped across the chamber with a waterfall trailing close behind her fist. She'd combine all of these moves together, even the force of a Giga Impact, in one last ditch blow against the Godslayer. As she surfed up to him, she reeled her fist back, and let it fly once the Houndoom was in range. She could see the horror in his eyes, as she closed the gap in less than a second, his cockiness leading him to take this brutal attack straight to the cheek. "Taiga the Terrible Tyrant's Tundra Torrential Torpedo!" She roared, as she followed through with her punch, shattering the ice around her fist, and letting loose a couple of teeth from the Godslayer's mouth. The two skidded across the arena for a good while, with all the momentum the Taiga had accrued on her way to Kura. However, by the time where the two had come to a standstill, Kura still remained on both of his feet. Both of them were breathing heavy, as Kura's mouth dripped with blood, but he soon gripped Taiga's throat with the hand closest to her. Taiga desperately struggled to bite his hand, but she was barely even able to get her jaw open, let alone bend her neck to. She could feel the pure blood lust drip from every inch of his body. Taiga could only smile, as she linked the two's destiny on the spot. "You're weak. Someone like you would never be welcome in my new world. Consider it a mercy that you won't have to suffer for long." "Weak? Fufufu. Rich, coming from someone gettin' an ass whoopin' from a weakling!" Taiga's muffled laugh, due to more pressure being exerted on her throat, rang throughout the chamber. "Your new world ain't happenin' bud. After all, this is my world. You're just livin' in it! And I ain't about to let some power hungry dog start running it anytime soon!" Taiga then hocked a loogie straight onto Kura's cheek. The Houndoom, with a twitch of his eye, coated his arm in black flames, raising it to Taiga's chest. With a quick thrust, the godslayer's arm had pierced right through Taiga's shoulder. She began to convulse in pain, as she could feel the black flames course through what felt like her entire body. Kura seemed to be getting a good deal of extreme pain from the attack as well, seeing as how they both shared the same destiny. With a smile on her face, Taiga's dark, spectral jaws appeared from behind Kura to take a rather weak looking bite into the shoulder attached to the arm that had pierced her. In annoyance, the Godslayer threw Taiga to the side of the room, her body sliding off the entirety of his forearm. He tried to free himself from the Crunching jaws, leaving another opening. "Fufufu...give it to him real good!"

In the middle of his 1000th sword stroke, an alarm was sent blaring through the building. Demon activity was afoot, but the damn thing didn't even know what the hell it was. All of the info on what they were hunting was unknown. Derick couldn't help but feel a little pissed off. What good was this organization if they couldn't identify a single damn demon. He brushed his fingers through his air, with a scowl on his face, opting to put away his training sword, and switch it out for the real deal. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the group was shoved into totally regular trucks. What were they, ordinary landscapers? A transmission was played on the communication devices inside the trucks. "I've gotten the crew back here at base to do a bit more looking around in the area you're looking for. We haven't spotted anything that looks like a demon, so be wary of anything that isn't one of yours. Could even be a false alarm for all we know. Much as I'd love to be out there with you, I've got some paperwork to finish up, and even more paperwork to do if there's something up there. Find the target, get rid of it, then come back in one piece! Ramirez, I'm putting you and Anderson in charge of coordination for this mission. If anyone's got any questions, ask now; you're almost at the site." "I got a question: why am I never in charge?" The question made his stomach quake. Kane in charge? Not in a million years. "We'd all be dead. That's why." Derick's sword clung to his right shoulder. "Quit fuckin' around. We're on the job now." The vehicles stopped, and unloaded all of them into some kind of forest. It was almost hard to tell if that's what it truly had been, as something seemed to have torn a path through it. Travelling into the woods, the hunters stumbled upon a pile of recognizably demonic flesh. It looked like something had gotten to this demon before them. Wildlife perhaps? That was never good. This put even more of a damper on Derick's already pissed off state. He wouldn't get any information from a corpse. Oh well. "This what set the alarm off? Someone probably dropped this thing from the sky...let's dispose of it and get out of he-" A deep roar rattled his ear drums, interrupting him, and drowning his voice in the quaking. Derick looked up to see something that was probably visible from outer space. A giant bear, smoking at the maw, now rose from the forest treeline. Derick used the tip of his thumb to unsheathe his blade only slightly, as he placed his other hand on the grip. "A demon really lost to a big pile of fur, huh? Kinda pathetic if you ask me." Derick smirked. "Well...the bigger they are, and all." Derick crouched low to the ground, and then launched himself towards the bears face, clutching onto his blade until the last possible moment. The beast's natural instincts kicked in, as it raised it's massive paw to try and swat him out of the air. The wind pressure from that thing moving at such a pace was almost enough to blow him off course, but he persisted. Where would the best place be to land an attack on this thing? It's neck was way too thick too even attempt to lob off it's head, it would only make him look stupid to even try. He looked to the right of the bear, and disappeared in an instant, only to reappear by the bear's ear. With a swift swing of his arm, Derick aimed a huge attack at the bear's ear. His blade made contact, but only managed to make a rather large slash in it. Even Derick was surprised that he didn't manage to take the whole thing off it's head. In annoyance, the bear turned it's head towards him, only to let loose a torrent of flames his way. Derick snapped his neck towards the ground below, blinking down towards it immediately to avoid the attack, instead letting it wash over the air above him. When he hit the ground, he hit it hard, skidding along the ashes that broke his fall. He wheezed, as two blinks in succession was his limit as of now, the ability taking a lot out of him. He looked up only to see the bear still towering over him. "Now this is just ridiculous."

"Ever look in the mirror?" "Ahhhn~! What could you possibly mean by that Nana~!" Miyu teased, sticking a tongue out. In her absent mindedness, Nanami slipped from Miyu's grasp, and towered above the demon. The water glistened as it fell down the curves of her smooth body. It was almost too tantalizing, as Miyu went to touch the shark's thigh. "Yeah boys are useless, just like you in a few minutes!" Nanami went on the offensive, putting Miyu in a rather firm choke hold. Her tight breathing, and being so close to the girls skin, was really starting to make her light-headed. What a rush. However, Nanami's hold wouldn't be enough to knock her out. "What a shame", she thought devilishly. She could only pout, as Nanami held her head between her arms. "Geez...can't I just have fun?" She'd use her chains to subdue Nanami even more, wrapping around ever nook and cranny, but maybe she'd save that for later. "Lemme go Nana!!!" It was almost improbable, but the fact that things were even steamier in that kiddie pool was crazy to Juryo. It was then that Hane had said something that grabbed his attention from the game that Toshiko was playing. "Yeah, you're right Keika, In hindsight, I could have went to evacuate people, but in the moment, I thought that the girl could had charged ahead, seriously hurting someone, so the best choice of action was to stay there and make sure she didn't move too much. As for getting slaps on the wrists, who cares? I'll break the law as many times as I have to so long as I'm helping someone in front of me that needs me. I didn't take this chance to become a hero for the money or praise. As long as people are being saved, that's good enough for me." Juryo nodded in agreement. "Sounds to me like you're one of them vigilante types." Juryo said, swinging his elbow back to look at the card table. "That's some conviction you got there...probably what ended you up in here, am I right?" "My Quirk's no good for evacuation. Besides, if we all evacuated civilians, nobody would be there to stop the villain! I had to play to my strengths! That's an important part of being a hero!" "Oh, that's not what I'm talking about with you...evacuating civilians is one thing...but you seemed not to be doing a damn thing. You could've ACTUALLY fought the villain! Hell, if she was legit part lizard with that damn Quirk of hers...you know you could've...oh...I don't know...grabbed a hold of her and froze her. I mean, you literally threw water at her...and ran...like, what the fuck were you doing back there?? I mean seriously...Hentai and Bounce Boy literally had her occupied, so you could've easily done something more productive." Juryo sat up from his spot next to Toshiko, and stared at his roommate. "Hey man, not everyone knows how to react in these kinds of situations, alright?" He directed a thumb towards Toshiko. "She's still learnin' to become a hero. It comes to some of us naturally, but don't go putting blame on her man. Technically, she didn't do anything wrong, if she didn't do anything at all, right? Let's chill out."

After a rather uneventful busride, the class finally made it to the beach where they'd be spending their field trip! Kio stepped off the bus, only to be greeted by a strange, sea-creature looking hero. Their teacher introduced them as Anemonesan, a hero Kio wasn't too familiar with. Although, he did remember the name from a newspaper headline from a couple years back. It was good to put a name to the face. "Welcome, everyone! I'm so glad to be able to help teach you all about what it's like to have a career in heroics! While I'm sure you all are eager to fight off some villains, there is actually a lot more to the job!" This was only a natural assumption. Heroes were more like Public Service providers more than anything, even if most of the time it was a more violent service. Kio nodded his head intently, and continued to listen, following Anemonesan as they hiked over sandy hills. After one particular crest, an all too familiar stench bombarded his nostrils. Garbage. And there looked to be a ton of it scattered across the beach. "All this garbage here on the beach is poisoning the ocean, and harming the wildlife…But that's where we come in! The job of a hero is to make the world a better place, so today you all get to be heroes to this little ecosystem!Remember, this all can be quite toxic, so put on some of the gloves we have provided here if your quirk won't protect you from these things! Have fun everyone~!!!" Kio, after a brief moment of thought, did just that. He put on his gloves, and grabbed a trash bag as he made his way to the beach. "Oh! And before I forget!" Kio stopped in his tracks, turning to Anemonesan, who in turn had turned towards the rejects of the last test. "Now, I was told beforehand that the two of you failed in an exam on your first day, so I should save an extra-difficult job for you. Don't worry, I understand how much pressure a school like this can be, so I found a really special task that the two of you can do together. Now, right over that way you will find the end of a storm drain. Ordinarily, only rain water would come from it, but due to people throwing their trash where they shouldn't, the garbage buildup at that point is especially bad. Go ahead and get to work now, I'm sure a task like this will help you two to bond, and then together with your new blossoming friendship, I'm sure you guys will ace the next test they throw at you!" Kio ran up to Anemonesan, after hearing about the especially trashed beachfront. "No fair! You're giving them harder work!? I want in on it!" "Oh, are you nervous to work with everyone else? I know I was really shy back in school too. How about you figure out a task juuuuust for you? I'm sure you'll do a great job!" "Nervous!?" Kio looked back towards the other classmates and laughed. "As if! I'm pretty good in these types of situations. I just wanted to see what kind of harder thing those two get to do!" Kio swung the empty trash bag over his shoulder, and continued to where his classmates were starting to pickup trash. "I'll make it my mission to pick up one-thousand pieces of garbage before the day is through!" Looking towards Ayane, it seemed the girl was on a trash picking rampage. "I won't be outdone!" He proclaimed, mimicking her exact motions as he slid down the hill of trash, opting to shovel heaps of garbage into his lone bag with his arms. He scanned the area as he went along, making sure to call out if he saw any sharp or pointy objects. "Careful everyone, there could be needles and blades hiding out here!"

Team Adarid - Arceus' Chamber Making short work of the Flame Homunculi, Taiga finally made her approach to the Houndoom. She reared a punch back, her speed more than doubling by this point, as she shot a toothy smile towards the man. "Gotcha now you bastard! There's no escapin' once I get you in my grasp!" Taiga let her punch fly, only to have it easily blocked by the Houndoom's hand. Her fist struggled as it met his open palm, but he seemed to have no such resistance. His hand curled around Taiga's fist, as he swept her off of her feet, only to whirl her around the air like some kind of hula hoop. He finally slammed her into the ground, Taiga releasing a gut busting scream as she made contact with the floor. The man seemed to laugh, almost as if he had the advantage here. Taiga only laughed, as her loose hand now turned into an iron grip around the Gijinka's wrist. Bringing him in closer, Taiga went for a close contact Crunch upon his shoulder. She latched on for dear life, as the man brutally started to punch her upside the head. Taiga didn't let go, only letting each punch fuel her burning rage. The taste of blood pouring from his wound also was starting to give her the desire to go on. Finally, two flame constructions resembling three-headed dogs emerged, and latched onto Taiga's ankles. In pain, Taiga released her grasp, only to be flung back against the wall. Taiga wiped the blood from her lips as she rose from the floor, smiling once more. She couldn't tell if it was leftover from the Houndoom, or her own. It didn't matter either way, this guy was still mortal. "Even the gods are able to be killed, so what makes you think you're so bulletproof, huh?!" Taiga traced her lips to pick up a droplet of blood, only to stick it in her mouth. Strange sounds could be heard from Taiga, as her body squirmed with the taste. "A girl could get addicted to this stuff, you know?" That was the old Taiga. The Taiga standing before this godslayer wouldn't let something so fleeting distract her. A huge pillar of water shot up from underneath her, as she crossed her arms. As the flame cerberus' approached her, she'd grab them by the neck and douse them in the stream. "You ain't tough, so why don't you go on and give it a rest already, before they start callin' me Taiga the Terrible Godslayerslayer!" Taiga jetted forward, crashing her waterfall into the man. Steam flew into the air, as she connected, prompting her to laugh. "Real hothead, ain'tcha?" Just then, she could see his dark flames coursing up to meet her feet. He had coated himself in his pitch black fire as a shield. With a grip on Taiga's ankle, he drug her down into her own geyser. They traded blows, but Taiga was gotten the best of, as the Houndoom shoved his foot straight into her gut, prompting her to fly out of her waterfall, and outside of his reach. "Alright..." Taiga struggled to speak, as she rose to her feet, "Maybe you're a little tough."