Sutoratosu

I'm here... I never left really... Now then, I see that the fights so far have been triple battles. Would you like me to put in another partner for Ethic to even it out, or just have him go in with just two? Either one works for me. and do you already have the intro for him planned out completely? (Ex. explaination as to him being brought in late, in order to keep the story smooth) or would you like to consult me on some points about it?

hmm... well... it did look a bit sue-ish at first... but you managed to bring it away from that... though you will probably still have to go back and re-examine this ability, as it could easilly lead to un-intended bunnying in certain circumstances... other than that.. i think it looks good enough... (You need the consent of other players before you can flat out make their character do something, one of the basic rules of RPing) though you may want to keep Gravity manipulation in mind as well, I personally think it will be more fun and simpler for everyone in the RP than just inducing the butterfly effect whenever your character uses their ability. but I don't make the decisions here, Flux does.

^ just out of curiosity... what exactly happens if one is found guilty by the trial?

It's been edited. I remembered a certain promise I made to someone. Don't bother prying, because that's all I'll say on this particular matter.

Erm... Yeah... levels will be gained like normal from these matches. But story wise, victory or lose doesn't change the outcome. It's like what Bibarel said. What matter's is how well you work together with your partners and @ typhlosion: I already addressed the concept of movepools, but yes, Egg moves will be usable... IF they are not to OP for the pokemon's stage of development. In other words, you can use them, but I don't want to see something like a level five fire type using a full-fledge Flamethrower attack when it hasn't even learned how to spit embers out of it's mouth first.

....It's about time I get around to stop making Ethic such god-damn boyscout all the time and toss a little of that righteousness out the window. restraint still matters for him...

Well.. guess there's no way to know for sure... I'll just have to continue my search as I go. He was about to lower his guard and turn around to walk away. He had said he'd help the guy if his answer was true, but he couldn't dismiss the feeling that he probably should just get away from him. but before he could continue what was probably going to become a very dangerous interrogation session, five massive walls of glass arose around him, Kenny, and Ixidor. acting on a reflex, Ethic reached down to his belt, tearing Man Without Honor from it's sheath there... is this from him... does he have some ability like the rest of us... I don't know who he is or what he wants, but whatever it is, it makes sense for him to try to eliminate the potential competition... not wanting to take any chaces, He called out to Lucian. "Enough, let's end this before it begins! Lucian!" Lucian appeared beside him, his form shimmering and semi-transparent this time. "Calm down, You just blew the entire facade that was covering the tension here with that little line just now... it was Ixidor who did this..." Ethic felt like a huge fool now... then he heard Ixidor speak in releif "Wow, I did it!" Of course... they had suggested Ix draw something before the man came and interupted... Guess he did it then... but I don't see what he was talking about, there's nothing wrong with this... Then Ix started talking to the stranger, which both shattered Ethic's hopes of the glass being a sound barrier, as well as made him rub his temples in irritation. Damn it... Ix... the last thing we needed right now was for you or kenny to start talking with this guy... "Oh well then... might as well drop this charade... probably can't ruin it anymore than it already is..." He yelled to the man, who was looking at the puddle of blood... Ethic decided to keep on lying about what had caused it. "I lied earlier! What made that puddle wasn't a man, It was a Big-Ass She-wolf!!" There. out with one lie, and in with another... "And I took it out for the same reason I said earlier, It was trying to kill my friends here!" and now the new lie was complete... but the best way to lie was to include part of the truth... Ethic had personally fought the large wolf here earlier in order to protect his friends, though he didn't come anywhere close to killing it... it really disappeared... He heard Ixidior cry out and pain, and when he looked, he saw his young companion on the floor with a shard of glass in his shoulder. "What the hell just happened!?" he said, genuinely concerned and a bit on edge that one of them had just been injured out of the blue like that. It must be that guy then... He did that to Ix somehow... Again, Lucian spoke, still beside Ethic. "No. This was Ixidor's doing as well... at least... it was the doing of a part of him..." "What are you- Ethic was cut off as a shard off glass flew from out of nowehere and lodged itself in his own shoulder. "Gahh... Son of a Bitch!!!!" He cried out, the searing pain in his shoulder nearly blinding... The Hermit Arcana invoked itself, flying to his feild of vision and engulfing it... but his vision wasn't taken to another place, instead, it seemed he had been granted the ability to see beyond just what existed on this plain... He looked up to the Glass walls... they were an inky black color... Ethic could feel something... Threatening... something full of Anger and other negative emotion... this must be what Ix was talking about... Is there something inside him that's doing this...? Ethic's whole train of thought was cut off at this point however, by several sharp, stinging pains in his back... he could feel the back of his shirt becoming soaked in blood... he dropped to his knees... The world growing foggier and dimmer... He was just about to pass out from the pain when he caught a glimpse of kenny... And saw him glow as a sphere of power was erected around the three of them... the pain in Ethic's back stopped increasing now, but the pain in his chest was even worse now... he looked down to see several holes in the front of his shirt... which was just as soaked as the back of it was... small slits of glass were protruding from alot of the wounds... Then he realized that there were on his Arms... and Legs... everywhere... the adrenaline stopped pumping, and he began to feel just how much trouble his body was in now... it all hit him... the pain from the thousands of projectiles lodging themselves into his body, the hot, throbbing pain in his chest from invoking the Magician to fight the She Wolf...and make the flaming wall... it felt like someone was inside his chest cavity, cuting everysingle nerve ending with a knife one by one.... it was even worse than the pain from the glass shards... but he knew that it would be the glass shards that would pose the most threat to him... he was more likely to die of blood loss than from shock... He could barley think as he tumbled forward. He fell to the the cold marble floor... breathing slower and slower... His sight dimmed... then faded completely... he closed his eyes, felt himself being tugged by some unknown force... it felt like he was being tugged in all directions, and he didn't know which way to go... And in this strange blackness between the phases of fading life and complete death... Ethic saw the Keeper of the Wheel of Fortune... and the white space... and the Arcana... there were other figures beneath the arcana cards, and Ethic presumed them to be the other keepers he would not get the chance to meet now... And he heard snippets of conversation... A burly voice full of urgency... WE MUST INTERVENE, MY LORD!! A solemn voice filled with dissapointment... he recognized it as Longicus... NO... IF HE DIED THIS EASILY, THEN WE CHOSE THE WRONG INDIVIDUAL FOR THE TASK. LET FATE TAKE IT'S COURSE. A angry voice belonging to a young man... Lucian... SURELY YOU'RE JESTING... THE FACT WE WERE ABLE TO FIND HIM AT ALL PROVES THAT HE IS WORTHY! then there was silence... and then there came bits of the conversation again... An icy cold voice devoid of affection... LUCIAN... YOUR JUDGEMENT ON THIS MATTER HAS BEEN CLOUDED FROM YOUR PAST INTERACTIONS WITH HIM... YOU KNOW WE SPEAK THE TRUTH ON THIS... I KNOW MY JUDGEMENT IS CLOUDED! AND YET, I CARE NOT OF THIS! I'VE TAKEN A LIKING TO HIM... HE'S DIFFERENT FROM THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE HIM... HE ACTUALLY TRIES TO LEARN... HE ACTUALLY ISN'T REJECTIVE OF WHAT FATE HAS HANDED TO HIM... HE FACES IT STRAIGHT ON... HE DOESN'T BULK IN THE FACE OF IT... SILENCE, LUCIAN. ALL MEN BULK IN THE FACE OF THEIR FATE AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER... OH, AS YOU DID LONGICUS? PERHAPS YOU HAVE DONE SO, BUT ETHIC HAS YET TO DO SO FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN... a new voice this time... this one from an elderly man whose baritone voice was filled with great wisdom... I APPLADE YOUR ADVOCATING FOR HIM, LUCIAN. MANY INVOKERS OF THE PAST HAVE NOT HAD THE PRIVELAGE OF SOMEONE SPEAKING FOR THEIR FAVOR... BUT I AM AFRAID THEY HAVE A POINT... HE SIMPLY IS FATED TO END HERE IT SEEMS... I CAN SCARCE BELIEVE THIS... WHAT IN THE NINE CIRCLES OF HELL HAPPENED TO YOU ALL!? THESE WORDS YOU HAVE SPOKEN.... THEY ARE NOT THE WORDS OF THE KEEPERS I ONCE WAS HONORED TO CALL MY COLLEAGUES! then there was a voice like thunder... a voice of fury and authority. the voice of the Keeper of the Wheel of fortune... SILENCE THIS BIKERING AT ONCE! THIS MATTER IS NOT UP TO US. WE DO NOT DECIDE ONE MAN'S FATE OTHER ANOTHER.... BESIDES...HE WILL NOT FALL HERE... WATCH YOU ARROGANT LOT!! and with that... the sight of the white space and the keepers shattered into shards... like the one's that had assaulted him... and then there was blackness... nothingness... he knew not if he was dead or alive... all he knew... was that he did not want to die... not with so much left undone. The tugging in all directions stopped... now he felt only a tugging in one direction... inward... inside himself... it was strange. he heard something in the darkness as the tugging continued... "Don't... trust..." The darkness retreated as he opened his eyes... he was outside the prison of glass and death now, along with Ix. he had no idea how he had gotten here... or who had taken him out... but it didn't matter... so much as the fact that it was over for now. He looked at his body... not a scratch... his shirt was dry, albeit covered in holes... his fatigue jacket lay in a tattered mess on the ground... he saw slips of something glossy and shiny there... Getting up to a sitting position... he picked up the tattered mess that was once the jacket he had worn for so long... it had protected him from the cold and the rain... it had given him a place to store things he needed to have quick access to... this jacket had become apart of who he was... it had even saved his life once... and now part of him was in tatters... broken... beyond hope of repair. he had returned from the border of life and death, only to find a part of himself destoryed by an unknown assailant... No... actaully... Ethic felt he knew who this assailant was. He looked to Ixidor who lay nearby You... you... you killed me... something brought me back from the brink just now... but you killed me a few moments ago... you unleashed that shiny hell storm of glass... you shameless little shit... after I helped you... after I was your friend... after I chose to go out of my way to help you, you repay me by killing me? you repay me by causing me this pain I feel in my soul now? you destroyed this part of me... you took my life away from me for a few moments... and I will never forgive you for these things... I will forgive the one who killed Mr. Taylor before I shall forgive you... These thoughts were horrible... they were unfounded... they were not things that Ethic had ever thought himself capable of thinking... But yet he was able to. He was wrong about himself. He was just as human as everyone else in the world. and yet he thought himself exempt from feeling hatred. But he was human. And all men must someday feel the fires of Hatred within their soul. Why am I thinking these things? he asked himself mentally. but the thoughts were still there. the hate was still burning. and he found that he could feel hate for many other thinks as well when he thought of them. he stifled it though... tried to push it down to where it couldn't surface... it seemed to work for now... He was being to harsh... it was not Ixidor that had done this... it was something inside him... Ixidor didn''t want for this to happen... He didn't cause what just happened of his own free will... "Where's Kenny and that troubled man? are they still inside? I didn't meant this to happen." He turned to see Ixidor on his knees, attempting to crawl over to him. for some reason, he was injured, unlike Ethic. he pushed the rising hatred down farther, reassured that Ixidor didn't mean anything like this to happen. he had no control over it. And besides... it was just a jacket... a jacket he had become quite attached to... but still just another jacket... and a jacket can be easily replaced... a good friend can't be. and right now it seemed that his good friend needed help. "I... I don't know..." was all he answered to Ix's question. He stood with the tattered remains of his jacket in his hand, intending to go help the injured younger boy up. but as he stood, he saw now what those glossy slips from earlier were... THEY WERE THE ARCANA. ALL 78 OF THEM... MAJOR AND LESSER... ALL OF THEM... SHREDDED... USELESS... WORTHLESS... He stood there, dumbfounded for a moment... and held the slips in his hand. then let them fall to the floor in a pile. The Hate broke back to the surface from where he'd tried to push it down to. and more thoughts came as he looked at Ixidor with an awefull rage flaring behind his eyes. the old hateful thought process was continued where it left off. And you did not stop at that.... but you have also taken my power from me... but that's not even the part I'm most saddened and enraged about. A tear came unbidden to his eye, falling in a lone streak down his cheek. "These tarot cards... they belonged to my mother once... they were all that I had of her... I can't even remember her face clearly... all I have from her is what she taught me about reading the Tarot... And these cards..." He had been willing to forgive Ixidor for what had happened... when it was just his favorite jacket that was gone... but it wasn't all... Ixidor's actions had also destroyed the last thing he had to remember the person he had cared about most in the world, yet had the hardest time even remembering her face. Ixidor had effectively stolen away the last shred of Ethic's mother that he had... And he could not forgive that. as a son... it wouldn't be right to forgive something like that. and for him... it was impossible to forgive something like that. He didn't care now that Ix himself didn't do this... whatever had... It was inside Ix... He was weak, and it used him... And therefore, Ixidor was responsible for his own actions as well as whatever was inside of him... "Ixidor... you aren't my friend. you were never my friend. a real friend... wouldn't do something like this to another one..." he said. another tear joined the earlier streak down his face as he looked at the boy as he lay on the floor. "Ixidor... on my Mother's Grave... I swear that I shall kill you for this." He picked up Man Without Honor from where lay on the floor. he repeated this vow in the same low tone... he had never been this furious about anything... he hardly really even got angry at all... but he was now... and he found that unlike most people... extreme anger made him quieter instead of louder. he repeated it... this time it was barely above a loud whisper. "IXIDOR MCTRACY.... ON MY MOTHER'S GRAVE... I SWEAR THAT I AM GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS." a flash of hot white energy surged throughout him.... it was the same energy he had used to Invoke the cards when they were existant... he walked over to the young artist, lifted his foot... and then lowered it... Even in this blind rage of his... this hate... he still knew something of honor "But not right now...no matter what the horrible deed... it is dishonorable to punish someone with death for it when they aren't able to resist. I won't kill you right now.... But mark my words..." He said, steping away from the injured boy and seting his sights on the Man he had been questioning before. "Ixidor. In my mind, you have been marked for death... I will never forgive you... and therefore, you will never be able to escape that marking in my mind." With that he set his sights on the man... the filter he usually used to determine what he said to people was gone now. He spoke his mnd raw and harshly "And then there's still you, stranger... I don't know who you are or what you want, but the feeling in my gut whenever I see you... I have the feeling that You're scum... A blemish on the ass-end of society... But you told the truth... I guess... and so now... do whatever you want. I take back what I said earlier about helping you...I don't give a damn... I have someone else to find down here." He began stalking off towards the opposite end of the corridor. the white energy surging through him grew stronger and stronger... but with no Arcana to invoke or weild... it just pooled and pooled... as to what will happen with that much energy in the body of one person... no one really knows... soon he began glowing with it... leaping off his body into the air around him in white wisps, dissapearing into the air, it resembled solar flares coming off the sun's surface... he stopped and cast a hard look as he passed Ixidor, then continued walking off.

Nope, he doesn't have a clue about the whole hill resurrection thing. as far as he's concerned, Mr.Taylor is still pretty dead... And this means Ethic is still gonna be hell bent on finding the person who stabbed him.

I've figured out a way... *Merges out of the shadows, stabs Rose in the back and throws her into the ocean, where she drowns.* Now that your out of the way... *Points out a bug in Reborn to Amethyst* And you all have a new monarch... ME

Dammit... I kinda wanna just take this hill to get back in there... but the potential consequences of crossing Ame... Nope... too risky... think I'll just watch from ma island.

hmmm.... It's gonna be real strange for Ethic when he eventually finds Mr.Taylor alive and well after believing him to be murdered... That begs the philosophical question... If a crime such as murder is committed and the assailant escapes justice, yet the victim comes back to life shortly afterword, is vigilante action intended to avenge the victim still justified or even necessary?

Character Name: Anver Dunn Gender: Male Ability of the character: Thermokinesis Brace yourself... a long explaination is coming Appearance: African american male, 5ft 9in tall. very short black hair. cleanly maintained beard. dark brown eyes. Wears a black t-shirt beneath a dark grey blazer, with old jeans and a pair of timber-land boots. wears a silver watch on his wrist and his wedding ring on his hand. Fit, but not remarkably muscular. quite presentable. Age: 34 Personality: intelligent. calm and collected most of the time, though he can be a little arrogant at times, but overall a good man. He is highly protective and loyal of those he cares about. his trust is hard to earn, but once you have it, you've got it for good. he's got a short fuse when the welfare of people he cares about is in jeopardy, especially that of his two young daughters. Background: Anver was a very powerfull CEO of a major corporation before the Pillar incident, with connections in many places. He was in time square on his way to a merger conference when the Pillar broke through the ground. He thought nothing more of it than some strange phenomenon at the moment. Hurrying to make the conference in time. Several days later, a celebratory dinner party is held for the success of the merger. As CEO, he was due to speak during the event, however when he approached the podium, he noticed a layer of frost developing on it, which was out off place as the whole pavillion was kept at Room Temperature. As he got deeper into his speech however, more and more people began to show discomfort at the temperature in the room, many of them pulling on their coats to stay warm. Anver himself felt no discomfort however, and continued his speech. by the time he had finished however, Everyone had left the room to take shelter outside where it was quite warmer. a layer of frost covered every surface, including Anver's clothing, and the air was frigid and dry. as his speech was scheduled to close the party, the event was now over, Anver went home. Several days later however, two men in black show up at his door saying only that he has been "Noted and now thoroughly watched." A month goes by and Anver begins to hear cases of strange occurrences like his own. the strange shifts in temperature continues where Anver is present. He tries to go about his routine as usual, but can't help but notice several black cars always somewhere in his vicinity. he begins to become slightly paranoid and fearing for his family, as he's heard stories of what happen to certain people who've had occurences like him. One night however, Sirens and flashing lights are outside his appartment building. in the corridor he can see several men in SWAT unifroms with weapons drawn and trained on the door. knowing they were there for him, he handed his wife complete control of the family accounts, packs some cash and a bag of supplies, and escapes down the old Fire Escape just as the SWAT operatives break the door down. he spends the night in the refuge of an old business partner who was sympathetic. the following morning, he sees his face on a FBI wanted list alongside many others. he knows that for whatever reason, he's now a fugitive. And on that day, he began running and hiding, most of his old connections refuse to assist him due to his wanted status, but some are willing to turn a blind Eye to that and help him for old times sake... the government seems to be stepping up the effort with searching for wanted individuals... but unfortunately for them, they'll have to try harder if they want him... because he doesn't intend to stop running anytime soon.

(Kenny... A certain someone just burst from around the corner...) "I can't Mr. Ethic, i've done enough! I can't create something pure. I don't want to hurt anybody no more especially you and Kenny due to my personal demons and lack of control. Maybe that judge was right maybe i deserve judgement for malevolent thoughts that's why I'm down here." Ethic could see that Ixidor was genuinely troubled very much about something. But he wasn't going to put this off like he had the first few times. He didn't like it, but he would have to push Ixidor a little more in order to get any answers. Kenny spoke next, trying to help. ""Hey, Ix, how about drawing something simple, like some kind of polygon?" It was a good enough idea. "OK, yeah, just draw something simple, Ix." That's when another person, a man, came from around the corner, throwing himself to the ground in front of Ethic's feet, and started talking, he looked to be fatigued. "Thank God someone else is here! I've been running for my life, there were these shadow creatures, and that old man . . . someone stabbed him!And what the hell is that?!" His voice sounded panicked, but something... was just off. the voice... it was incredibly convincing... it damn near fooled Ethic... But He had heard and seen pretty good acting before while on his travels, and this man was indeed acting... The panic in this man's voice as he spoke.. it seemed to be a bit... too eager... like too much effort was being put into making it convincing. That's when Ethic caught a glimpse of his face... and he knew he'd seen this guy before... but where? The hermit resonated in the air, and Ethic's memory cleared a little That's right... the hermit showed me him walking through an aisle earlier... he's the guy I had a bad feeling about on sight... And this guy had mentioned something about an old man being stabbed... that must be Mr.Taylor he was reffering to... he said someone stabbed him... but why just someone? People just don't get randomly stabbed by floating knives that pop out of thin air... if there was an assailant, why didn't this guy give details on their appearance, like someone who had just seen a person murdered normally would? Maybe the man was just flustered and Ethic was on edge from his two recent encounters... Or maybe this man was lying right through his teeth. but again.. why would the hermit show him to him if he was not to be noted for some reason? Maybe... He's the one that killed mr.taylor... the man was backing away now, looking at the blood splatter on the floor. this gave Ethic an idea... only one way to find out if this guy killed mr.taylor, but first... He looked to the man. maybe deterrence was needed... "That blood splatter on the floor? I did that." he said, half lying, it was really Ix who had done that, but this man didn't need to know that. "what you see there was once a man... but he tried somethin funny... tried to take out my two friends here." He gestured to Kenny and Ixidor, at the same time mouthing the words Keep it Shut descretely to the both of them. Ethic had just lied through his teeth, and it was far more likely to work if neither Kenny nor Ix spoke up and said something that may contradict the story... he trusted them to get the message... Now...just in case a bit of detterence wasn't enough Lucian... he called out mentally to the KOM. I think I know what you're going to ask... don't worry, I'll back you up like last time...er.. the time before that. With that, Ethic began a resonance with the Magician arcana, and could feel Lucian's presence in his mind once again. time to find out if this guy did the deed. "Listen up. Answer one question correctly, and I'll help you." He said as he invoked the Hermit discretely... There would be no rooms for lies in this... and Ethic intended to strike with extreme force if the answer was wrong. "What did the person who stabbed the old man look like?" With that, he awaited the man's answer, Lucian waiting in the back of his mind in case his assistance would be needed soon...

Ethic looked at Ixidor. The magician flew back into his pocket as he resonated the Hermit in it's place. He could tell this could actually be getting somewhere. but now was not the time to stop grilling Ix with questions. he knew what he wanted to see next. "Ix. I want you to show me what you mean. Draw something. now."

To late to bail out now I suppose... Of course, I'm still in.

Ethic stopped as he felt something hot and wet land on the back of his neck... he reached to feel what it was, and his fingers were covered in scarlet. in fact... the entire back half of his jeans felt wet as well... Ethic took of his fatigue jacket and turned it over, examining the back. The entire thing was a deep shade of scarlet. He smelled it... and the same metallic scent from Mr.Taylor's apparent murder scene wafted into his nostrils. There was no doubt about it. This substance was indeed blood. "But where the hell did this much come from?" Asked Ethic, though not really to anyone in particular. He looked behind him, to see a massive pool of the stuff on the floor, along with several large, crimson legs and a stinger... So wait... It exploded? He thought to himself as Ixidor called out. " Oh gawd! what to do! what to do! this is bad...ow gawd." He looked up from his fatigue jacket to see Ixidor and Kenny still standing outside the portal Kenny had erected. Something had the younger boy in a panic. Ethic walked over to the two of them. He addresed Kenny first. "I think you can go ahead and close that thing, Kenny... We probably won't be needing it afterall." He looked to Ixidor next. "Ix, What's going on with you?" And there it was. The question he'd been trying to delay for so long now. But given what just happened and the fact that the kid seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown, Ethic decided that now was the proper time to get to the bottom of it. And do that he would. "And don't say 'Nothing'. because you're not a very good liar."

You know enough to fight with decent strategy this time around, unlike in the clearing battles. in other words, you know what would not be best to match up your partner against. (Some weaknesses are obvious, like water trumps fire. As for dragon... that may be a bit complicated to find out... Maybe nathan thinks that Bagon has no vulnerabilities?) EDIT: You two can begin by the way...

*Meanwhile* Oak stood before the massive tank that dominated the Lab denoted as APW-487, His clipboard and pen under his arm. Within the tank was held a Massive Creature, six Inky Black tendrils wrapped around it's wisp like form, a gold crest enveloping it's head like a helm. It appeared to be wide awake, a pair of Crimson eyes gazing around at the room from it's head. "Sir, It's been like this since this morning." Said David, the Lead scientist on the project involving the Creature in question. It was he who had called to Oak about an anomaly with the test subject. Oak looked back at him "Do you know what this means?" He asked retorically "It means, that this project... is a success." He began scribbling observation notes on his clipboard hastily. looking back up at the gargantuan beast before him. "Get the whole Team down here," He said, not bothering to look at David as he spoke." We need to move on to the next phase." --------------------------------------------------------------- *Back at the Training grounds* General McCarthy, Seeing that all the Cadets had released their GAO's as ordered, took over from Ray. "Cadets, Today you are going to be examined to determine the overall combat readiness of this Squadron. All that you've been trained in these past six monthes. But before we go any Further, Dr, Ray and Sergeant surge will hand out a mandatory piece of equipment." That said, the General nodded to Ray. He and Surge walked off the platform to stand before the cadets. *Ray and Surge hand each of you a strange device before returning to their stances before the group* Ray began to speak. "Now, what I and Surge have just handed each of you is a very special piece of equipment," He said, beginning to pace back and forth as if giving a college lecture. "Each GAO gives off a certain amount of constant energy from it's body. After many hours of research, It has been found that this amount of Constant energy has a direct correlation to the maturity and power of a GAO. Ergo, the higher the Energy given off, the more developed a GAO is in terms of Biology and Strength. For simplicity sake, We have developed a system of denoting the Energy amount given off." He reached into the Pocket of his lab-coat, drawing out a Capsule. He clicked the button located in the center, causing the ball-like object to erupt in light. Standing before him was Salem. "Allow me to demonstrate," he said taking out another one of the devices he handed you all and slapping it onto his wrist. "You see, they're designed much like a watch. Strap them onto your wrist, then take out the small grey chip protruding from the side." He pulled the chip out off his own device, dropping it to the ground as Salem stalked over to his side. "They are all solar-powered, with batteries capable of absorbing a charge from the electricity generated, which means the issue of them dying will never come up in a combat situation." Surge interrupted "Unless, there is an EMP in the area." Ray looked a bit annoyed at this for a moment, then allowed the look to slide off his face, resuming. "Yes, as Sergeant Surge just said, Unless there is an EMP, they will never cease functioning." said Ray, as he placed the face of the Watchlike device near Salem. "In order to take a reading of the energy, simply hold the face of the device to the GAO in question, Salem, in this instance..." The tiny screen on the device glowed white. Ray pulled it away, examining the results. "Salem's reading is level 42. Far higher than I think any GAO present here." With that, Ray and surge walked back to the raised platform. The General stepped forward. "Now then, for the first part of you're examination, You'll be engaging in a series of mock battles. Each of you will be expected to use both assigned partners at the same time." He clapped his hands, a hologrphic list materialized in the Air on the platform, the names of everyone blaze in the air. they all fade except two. "First engagement, Lars Kaiser versus Nathan Grey! Step forward and begin!"

Well, Guess I'm in as well. Let the Games Begin.

This is a resurrection post. all we need now is for Maddie to post as the first parts of your examination, there shall be a series of battles to determine how much everyone has bonded to their partners in the SIX freaking monthes of training that the group under went. but before that, You'll be given a device which will be very useful... anyway... Here's a rough layout of the scheduling... Lars Kaiser VS Nathan Grey Jory Robertson VS Sid Maelstrom Clint Cannon VS Erick Freeman Lionel Carter VS Enyo Greyjoy Logan Walker VS Kenneth Holmes Winning the match does not really matter. what does matter, however, is teamwork. Afterwards.... No more Spoilers right now.

((Typhlosion, Are you still controlling the scorpion or can I go ahead and deal with it?)) Ethic Cursed under his breath as the giant She-Wolf faded into the shadows and dissapeared. As if it wasn't enough that his quarry had escaped, he now saw a huge scorpion, Larger than the wolf had been, rushing straight at him, stinger upraised... As well as the hot-blue tendrils of ethereal fire that he'd conjured up with the Arcana... He heard Lucian's voice in his mind... Well... with the wolf gone, this defeats the purpose of homing... And where the hell did that big-ass scorpion come from? "Does it really matter as to where it came from? It's still headed right towards me... but wait.." He remembered an old bit of trivia... With Scorpions, the smaller they were, the more potent the venom, ergo, the venom of large scorpions was far less dangerous... But the fact that this thing was taller than he was and had a massive stinger probably rendered that bit of information useless, as he probably would die from being impaled rather than the thing's venom. Enough talking, you've got to take some course of action if you wanna get out off this alive. Get to it, my friend. He felt Lucian's presence leave his mind at that point. A little annoyed at how the Keeper had just uped and left him like that, he mumbled under his breath "My friend...? Yeah, sure... Why the hell did you just abandon me to face this thing alone then?" Getting over this temporary peve, he extended his will outwards to the Tendrils, taking control of them again and re-routing their courses. The scorpion was closing fast, but luckily the fire moved through the air much faster. Ethic extended his arm outwards, the flames gathering around it, like a falcon returning to it's master. He looked down at his Flaming fore-arm, there was no pain, just a subtle heat, as far as he could tell, the fire was completely self-sustained, consuming nothing in terms of fuel, seeing as how his arm and jacket sleeve were still perfectly intact. The Scorpion was only ten feet away now. "Well let's see what I can do..." Up till now he had very little experience with the powers of the Magician arcana, and all the Arcana for that matter. But he figured he'd never learn what they were capable of unless he pushed the envelope. and now was just as good a time as any. He focused his power and will, visualizing a wall of flames erupting on the marble floor directly in front of him, then he flung out his arm. It worked as he had hoped, the fire obeyed his command, it vanished from his fore-arm entirely as he flung it outward, as a massive wall of flames erupted atop the marble floor, creating a wall of destruction for any who crossed it... And the scorpion was headed right for it. But he could feel the effects of Invoking beginning to take place, more of his stockpiled power drained away, leaving the supply nearly empty. He could tell that soon, he'd have to draw energy directly from his own body instead of from gathered stockpiles of excess energy. And that would not be fun. Not at all. unless of course, one's definition for fun was something like fatigue, Bloody coughing, or the occasional tearing pains throughout the body. Not wasting another second, he turned around and began running towards the portal that Kenny had made, Praying to God that the Scorpion wasn't resistant to fire...