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Amara, now full on ammo for his revolver, realized that he left the most unstable member of this group alone with a supposedly charismatic figure. He looked to the Drone Operator. "Hold that thought, I think I need to back up our explosives expert up real quick." He, with a quick front-flip, leaped into action. He ran to where the Old Man and the Raging Man stood, in a sort of stand-off. He stood in the shadow of his compatriot and then cloaked to get around him. When standing behind the acoustic guitarist, Amara uncloaked and began to engage in philosophical combat. "So, if I am picking up on what you are putting on the floor, you think that he is being violent because he is hurting inside. Is that right?" He asked. "Well, you would be right if you weren't so wrong. He isn't doing it because he feels like filling a void, rather he is doing his self-proclaimed God-Given Duty, which, let's be honest, he's not, but that is what he thinks, and I'm inclined to believe him, as he does have a rocket launcher." Amara drew his knife. "I think he said it well enough. Regardless, I think that simply the fact that you are trespassing on my boss's private property is enough to throw you into the Jaguar Enclosure covered in meat. However," He paused as he let the knife's cold steel press against the hippie's neck. Amara was so glad that Caleb was pinning him into an unfavorable position. "We are honorable. If you wish to live, then surrender, and walk away never to return to this parking lot. Or, you can die at the hands of an American Patriot. And now you face the dilemma that Eastern Europe has for all of it's existence." He hoped that the analogy put emphasis on how dire this really was seeming to be. "Death? Or Dishonor?"

Ann had cleared her head. Her headache had abated, and then, before she even realized it, she was being briefed by her superiors. Time moves fast when everything seems to be seared into your memories. She began reading the document from the top. Name: Ann Fernace Codename: Rusalka Ann shivered at the name. She remembered reading a book during her time with Ivan, a book titled "Eastern European Myths". It spoke in detail about many creatures, but the one she remembered most was The Rusalka, a water spirit born of the soul of a woman that drowned or died in a river. They then spent the rest of eternity enacting punishment of those who wronged them, luring men into the river with their unearthly charm, and then drowning them. In some stories, they were also talented shapeshifters, changing their appearance to lure certain targets into the water, but the disguise doesn't hold up to scrutiny, revealing their green hair and their distorted faces. Clearly, the similarities between herself and this Russian Water Demon were simply abounding. She then read onward, telling just on how it was written, it seemed to be Major Nika's notes on her. She continued to read the seemingly constructive critisisms. Based on what we have seen, your Id, while tamer than most, has it's uses and is effective in those situations. However, we have not seen the extent of it's offensive capabilities, in which we ask for your caution. You, as a person, will need to know when it is time to stop hiding in the background and actually make an impact. The possibility of improvement exists. Ann was not in the least surprised about what the Major had written. All of it was true. These were all things she knew or people had already told her. Except that part about her Id being tame. Her's just doesn't have as much flare or versatility. 'Now, who is my roomate?' She thought to herself. She looked down and read the name. Room #203. Assigned Roommate: Cade Laurent 'Ah, also my teammate in the fight, and likely the strongest among us.' She stood up and went to pick up her bag, and when she did, she went to her new room. She claimed the left side of the room, and realized with her roommate that most of this space would be taken up by books. She simply started unpacking, putting away what little she had, making it almost feel like home. Almost. It would be a long time before she even considered it that. But, it was a start.

Amara had actually preparing to walk out their, see if the 'usual' boys were out and about. These were the sorts of venues they hung out at, but that was not what he would be doing. He had a job to do. He slipped past his American Compatriot, slid under the Sentry Drone, cloaked, and had made it past a large group of people to the back area of people who were confused why people were running. He found a group of people who seemed to be unscathed by the shelling from Claude. He got his story together, uncloaked, and ran to a man who seemed to ignore the panic from the crowd. "Oh god!" Amara said hysterically. "I don't know what happened. I was just standing there, peacefully protesting, and then my friend Adrian, he just...he just..." He made a exploding gesture with his hands. "I don't know what I can do with myself now. But I can give you one suggestion." He said with a sob as he walked behind the random man who seemed to be sympathizing with him. "Run." He said as he flourished his knife, the Black Rose, and backstabbed the man, to the horror of nearby onlookers. He then pulled his knife out of the man in almost an instant, whipped out his revolver with his left hand, and began firing at the closest onlookers, hoping to sow as much chaos as possible. 'Chaos,' he thought. 'Chaos prevents organized resistance.' He then charged into the retreating crowd, causing even more people to run in random directions. Amara took this opportunity to jump up to a lamp post, bounce off, and backstab a retreating woman. He chuckled to himself. "You might move, I hear Greenland is right up your guys' alley." He then slunked away under cloak back to the front where that German was. He stood by the dispenser and waited while his revolver was refilled and uncloaked. "So, I think I've got a good idea for your buildings. I always wondered about making Sapper resistant buildings. Not an engineer myself, but how possible would that be?" He asked Sofia. He hoped that he could at least make one good contact from this job, and this person might be that contact.

Ann was impressed by the Major. She was a lot tougher than she looked. However, she took note of 'having worse', which she took as a reference to something in days gone by. She decided that it would be best to file away for later. She would have to pick up on it later. She staggered out of the training room. Putting distance between herself and the target of Marcel's transferred pain would help tremendously. It actually brought back memories of how insufferable it was to live in the cold, be warm, and still suffer from the cold. It felt like that, just the body aching because of how numb it was. The knife wound was piercing her ability to focus, so she needed time to just sit and think. The mission room was very simple, just a black room with a long oblong table and a projector. She simply sat down in the nearest chair, not able to really pay all that much attention to the objects on the table. She relaxed, began breathing deeply, and simply waited for what the Major had planned next.

Ann knew exactly what to say. As long as she had her Id, she had been experiencing pain of all types. She spoke with a bit more confidence (which is to say, not a lot). "I think I can help with this. Instead of thinking about making it hurt, think about making it feel like it hurts. The mind is more vulnerable than the body. Just focus on..." She was abruptly interrupted by a searing pain from the Major. She was so surprised she was knocked off her feet. Slowly, she stood back up and looked to the Major. "Major, if you would like, I could take this. It is pretty painful, and that was the feedback. Just give me your hand, and I can just deal with it, um, if you want me to." She simply waited, just ready for the pain being seared into her memory to end, or be intensified.

I NEED this in my life. Interest noted.

Ann had not expected to be the person who confirmed whether or not Marcel could do what he claimed he could do. She was actually raring to fight, but she did not object. It would at least give some clarity on how his power worked, and whether or not she could use her power in conjunction with his. She made sure to sit down first, sitting cross legged on the floor with her eyes closed, immersed in her world of punishment, took deep breaths, and waited. And Waited more. Impatiently, she opened her eyes to look at Marcel, who had only just came back from the weapon's closet. "Are you going to just get this over with, or ..." She started to say, before he pushed a needle into his hand. She immediately regretted opening her eyes. She immediately shut them, began breathing deeply, and waited for it to pass, which it did. The second tinge was light, barely noticeable at all. However, the third started with a ping of pricks on Marcel's arm, and then they disappeared and reappeared on Major Nika's arm, albeit much weaker. Ann opened to find Marcel standing, free from his normal pain, and the Major acting very coolly, appearing unaffected, except for the fact that the Major's arm seemed darker than normal. Ann was distracted, however, by the battle that was going on in this gym. She realized that if she had fought, she would be dang near useless against anyone but the Regenerating Russian. If she were to bet on the victor, it would be the bookworm. He simply had enough range to keep either of them at bay. However, Ann thought of something. If the Absorbing Id was used on a book, then could Cade control that person? It was one question in the sea of questions that had formed inside of this sea of pain she lived in. "Marcel, I know your celebrating a relieve from your pain, but just so you know, I didn't think pricking yourself with pins up and down your arm caused only slight discomfort. I expected it to hurt. Is there some pain dampener, or...?" She asked, hoping someone would fill her in.

Ann had calmed down. She had lowered her hood down, to witness the entrance of the Major. The Major, she could tell, was one of those people who were serious all of the time. That was fine, focus was always an admirable trait. She watched her and the Captain leave the room, and then thought about her next move. She could go to the examination and play it safe, but she felt like she needed to redeem herself after just embarrassing herself. Ann was sort of inspired by what the Major had told them, leaving a few aces in the hole. Well, she wanted to use one. It had been almost a year since her last fight. She remembered it well. It actually led to her being found, being beaten so bad that somebody called the ambulance. And over what? 'Over a stale loaf of bread.' She thought about painfully. 'At least I can remember what it felt like and how I can do it.' She was about to go find the training hall, when she heard Marcel speak to her. She had thrown him under the bus, and yet he still wanted to speak with her? She started to walk to the training hall, and when she saw him follow, she started speaking to him. "So, have you ever seen it rain on a large body of water?" She asked him. "The rain is pain, the water is the world, and I am a lily pad on the water. I feel the shock waves, and sometimes I almost drown under the force of the pain." She waited for him to come closer. "And sometimes, if I wish it..." She touched him on the arm, and felt his pain wash over her. "The rain lands on me." Ann's pain absorption lasted only for few seconds before she released it back to Marcel. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you seem weak, I first and foremost care about helping people with there pain." She said as she continued her walk. "I hate keeping this water metaphor going, but your pain is like the tide coming in, a tide made of pine and sowing needles.Even with increased pain tolerance, that hurt a lot more than the waves I feel from you." They had made it to the training hall, where the Major and where Austin, the 'hey-I'm-better-than-you' guy. She almost hoped he would copy her Id, creating a potentially sobering experience for him. She just decided that she had yet to see the true person and not just a facade, and would simply wait to see what would happen with him next, so on she waited, thinking about strategy, and thinking about how pain transferred from Marcel.

-April 15th, 2000- -7 AM- -New York Theatre Workshop, New York City, New York- 'At last a moment of peace' Ann thought to herself. She sat in the small practice room that she had been allowed to use from the Director, playing the piano. She was playing Beethoven's Sonata 14 in C sharp minor, just letting herself get drawn into the music. After her sleepless, painful night, she deserved it. The pain of a portion of the largest city in the United States was thrust upon her, and now she could just finish this piece in peace. As she drew to the end of the first movement, her hand began to flare up in pain, and made a cord with the tritone. 'There must be an older lady with Arthritis around here. This is the fifth time in the past forty five minutes.' She noted as she stood up and put her music in her bag. She walked outside of the room, followed by the same UN agent as normal. In fact, Ann had found her presence comforting, in the sea of pain she normally would feel. She walked outside and hailed a cab, allowing the Dilucolo Agent in with her. -April 15th, 2000- -8:15 AM- -Dining Hall, Diluculo Branch 22- Ann had eaten a simple breakfast of eggs and lightly buttered toast. She sat at a back table, almost glad that the higher-ups decided to prevent them from interacting. She did note that these were some very interesting characters. Some she could tell were more interesting than they appear. 'If only this pain would let up.' She thought as the aching pain continued from an unknown source. 'Based on how much it hurts, the person should either be in a great deal of pain, or they are in this room.' She began to visually search the room, but before she could locate the source, a person came in into the cafeteria, acting very excited. She suddenly found herself sitting at a table with a bunch of people she didn't really know or have interest in their stories or Id's. The only one that she found interesting was the person in the wheelchair, who said his ability was to hurt himself in order to hurt someone else. She also could tell he was the source of the pain she had felt, noticing the aching when he moved to stand and sit back down. 'How... Synergetic.' Ann thought to herself. 'He might be able to project pain at a distance, even if it is my pain...' She felt obligated to speak next. She stood up and spoke. "Um... Hi." She said sheepishly. She never was a good public speaker. "My name is Ann, Ann Fernace, I'm from Coutts in Canada, at least originally. My Id is, at least in my own words, The Curse of Pain." She made sure to look away from everyone. It helped ignore the fact that everyone was paying attention to her, which she generally tried to avoid. "It forces me to feel the pain of everyone around me, and by feel, I mean that I experience it. It comes with only a few benefits."Ann briefly stopped looking in the corner of this room to look at the person in the wheelchair. "For example, um, Marcel, was it? I noticed last night and even today, when you move around, your body aches and hits you with sharp, pin like pains. Is that a recent development? I could help you out with that, if you would like, which it's fine if you don't, I just think that it would be an easier adjustment period for me if I took it to get numb to it faster." She felt out of breath with those words and realized she made herself and the person in the wheelchair look vulnerable. She, embarrassed, sat back down and hid her face in her red scarf and black hood from her jacket. She felt like she pushed a little too hard into someone else's life. She really just wanted this to be over so she could literally be anywhere else and just be at ease and recover from her mistake.

I feel like this is Paranoia, and I like Paranoia. I intrested, I guess.

Shy Canadian

Intrigued.

Tethanor was losing her patience. She had made time to talk with the sentient creatures that viewed her as a goddess in mortal flesh and make it on the first floor in less time it took for them to even show up. How DARE they insult her with such a rude gesture. She was about to enter this new world when a hidden door appeared next to the statue of the Pharaoh, with the other Floor Bosses being led by a small shadowy creature, undoubtedly a servant of the Death God. " Took you lot long enough. Come, for I wish to see what the light may have in store." The shadow creature had been the one to push open the door open, with Vorpu directly behind them. The breeze blew through the door, not a grain of sand caught on it's trail. Following the fellow reptile, she stepped out on to the top of the pyramid, looking out on to the forest. She admired the view, however much it was infested with the light. 'It is time to stretch my wings.' Tethanor thought to herself as she shapeshifted into her original form. She could feel her leathery wings stretch and contort as she reverted to what she was. "Pleasure to make your acquaintances." She said, looking back at the group. "You may call me Tethanor. Nothing else to say, except that you all are likely to stay on my good side as long as you are somewhat cooperative, and if you cough up a story or two. Now, if one of you would be interested in an aerial view, now would be the time to get atop my scales. But not you." Tethanor took special care to look at that flesh puppet controlled by the Mushroom Demon. She could guess what the thoughts were in that demon's head. The eyes were too dark and shifty, and they widened and shrank too familiarly, similar eyes to her own. The eyes of a predator and murderer. She pointed her talon at the spore vessel. "NEVER you or your other mushroom friends, you got that?"

Then on that note, I am even more interested in this!

I never watched supernatural, but I think that this is an interesting premise for an interesting rp.

Tethanor found this revelation amusing. Being flung to another universe was not a new experience for her, however, considering the fact that were not currently being infused with negative energy was a definite upgrade from the last time this happened to her. She nodded to her Overlord. She then looked to Vorpu and said, "I have a few things to prepare first. I will meet you at the entrance to this Pyramid. " The Ancient Dragon exited the chamber on that note, simply walking down the long flights of stairs, pondering her next move. While she walked down the stairs, she pondered her next move. Moving outside of Usaphidos's circle would not be wise, at least, not at first. Her first task is to scour this land, and garner allies in this world. Perhaps she could take up her old mantle using shapeshifting to mimic what she once was, manipulating things behind the scenes. But that would come later. The time was now, to feel the sun on her back, and the wind beneath her wings, and claim the world as their's. 'Who knows what other beings might I find? I desire the taste of lore and stories as I once did.' Her champion, Thorn, was waiting for her. The Red Half-Dragon was always a welcome sight, seen in his armor and mighty red scales. The Half Dragon did not speak, but it was fairly obvious what he wanted. Orders. "Keep standing here and prevent our men from leaving. I must inform my people of what has happened." Thorn nodded and let her pass as Kobolds frantically tried to pass Thorn, but stopped when they saw her. She walked over to the throne she sat on and waited for her people to finally stop there chatter, and addressed them not as slaves, but as siblings in arms. "PEOPLE OF THIS SECTOR! We are No Longer Trapped Above the Abyss, with Endless Amounts of Adventurers Coming to Slaughter Us! No, we are now Masters of Our Own Fate, in a New World, where we are free to do as we wish without the whims of people on the Outside! I intend to search this new world with the aid of the Floor Bosses! With Hope, we can create a new world for ourselves and your families! For now, stay here, and begin to dream. For there is much to do once we survey this land." There was a roar of shouts and yells, in which Tethanor decided to leave behind her. She began her walk to the entrance, and simply waited around the corner from said entrance, waiting to see it with her own eyes with the rest of the her fellow bosses.

Something had changed. Tethanor could tell. Something just clicked in her head. She could still hear a buzz of words that she had said over and over again, without any other thought. The Shadow Dragon flexed her muscles, and felt them pop and stretch, as if she had not moved for a long time. The room of her hoard had a high ceiling, and she was laying on her hoard. Her eyes twitched as she tried to understand what had happened. "In every moment of my existence, I have not ever felt this... emotion? Feeling? I feel... " She roared as she stretched her wings and took flight. She rose up to the balcony above her hoard, and spewed a cone of negative energy into the air, and she smiled with her fangs. "Unchained." She walked through her portion of the pyramid, watching her scaly minions struggle to cope with whatever form of freedom that they had. She walked onto deeper part of the dungeon, to her throne. She used her shapeshifting and changed her form, becoming a human. She sat down on her throne, staff in hand, smugly watching her minions be confused. And then a servant alarmed her that Usaphaidos had sent a servent. The mummy was a shambling undead, badly wrapped, almost tripping on it's one bandages. The lizard men that served her looked with horror and disgust at the undead monster. "What reason for you to appear here, monster? Make your message quick, or leave my lair." The Undead creature pointed up, which Tethanor assumed that it meant that it was time to try and understand what was this 'Unchaining' was by talking her dear old boss, the literal God of Death. "I understand. Also, I would suggest leaving my dungeon, because the longer you stand there, the more likely my reptilian friends will rob you of the cloth you use as binding to keep your skin together to make bandages." The Mummy, quicker than it had appeared, shambled in the direction of the exit. Tethanor smiled at her joke, and then transformed back into a dragon. On her way out, she flew past the Mummy, accidentally dragging it out of her part of the dungeon because it got caught on her left hind claw, and flew up the stairs, rounding multiple corners and different flights of stairs, where, after a few minutes of flight, she then made it to her master's chamber. She then transformed back into her humanoid form and, in silence, waited for the Lord of the Dead to say anything at all, knowing that something was afoot, and, more than likely, the Death God had some role in this. At least, Tethanor hoped that he did.

Well, here it is. I initially wanted to play a different character, but ncm deleted it, so here is the second one I made. I enjoy me some tabletop games, and I hope my enthusiasm shows. Also, I have been having some trouble getting the image to work properly, so just let me know if there was an issue.

Shoot, I just got busy, and am not going to be able to finish within the time limit. I hate how I was busy, stopped being on the site, got free time, rejoined, and then I got dumped a big workload. Jeez, I am sorry, and I wish my life didn't hate me.

Surprise, I'm not dead. I'll join. I'll have it up soon.

"Fair warning though, we don't pull any punches." "If you are not going to, then neither will we. Let's 'Roc' and Roll!" Roc cawed into the air, spread his wings, and took to the skies. All the while, Emile was making a strategy for the fight. Based on what he knew, the best strategy for his Archen was a Rushdown strategy, which was one of the things he trained him to do. If he was fast, Roc could take Ollie out fairly quickly. He was ready to go. He activated the Xtransceiver on his wrist, to record the battle, and called out his first attack for Roc. "Roc, start this off with a Rock Throw!" Roc began to circle over Ollie, dropping a rock on him. Emile knew that by forcing him to use projectiles would play to his advantage, but that would be just a rouse. He would batter him with projectiles, and then go in for the knockout with a torrent of physical moves. It just might work.

I happen to be looking for something unique, as my music library is quite stale. Can you spare me a song?

"I'm here to take on the pokemon league. How about you man?" Emile had wondered himself what he was going to do. There were many things he could do, but what was his goal? He would just go in order of his list. "So, to be completely honest, I have no clue what I am going to do. I might do a little bit of everything. Take on the gym's, catch pokemon on the way, maybe even take on the pokeathlon. As for me, I'm from Nacrene City in Unova." 'Our goals sort of align. Should I battle him, or should I go with him up the road to the gym?' Emile asked himself. 'I think I should challenge him to a battle, and see where it goes from there.' "Hey, if you don't mind, I'd like you to be my first battle in Johto. My Archen versus your Cyndiquil. What do you say?" Emile looked at him with a hopeful expression. Roc cawed excitedly in Ollie's direction, taunting him. "Roc, stop that. Next thing you know he's going to taunt a Tyranatar or a Dragonite." He flicked the Archen as he scolded him. He waited for Trey's response.