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heh. Definitely looking forward wreaking havoc along a sleepy suburban street as a toy.

Xion nearly jumped when she ran into Roxas and Ven. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She said, turning red. She stepped back into her room and shut the door. After a few deep breaths, she opened the door a crack. "Just tell me when you are ready." She called out. She thought about suggesting ground rules for the common areas, but that seemed a bit demanding at the moment. Maybe bring it up later? "Good morning, by the way!"

Name: Raj Gender: Male Age: 22 Race: Gerudo Appearance: Personality: Direct, polite, intelligent, brave, curious, considers himself a realist, calculating, and confident. Bio: Among the Gerudo people, the birth of a male happens only once ever hundred years, and that male offspring is destined to become King of the Gerudo. Thus was the fate Raj was born into. Since he was an infant, he has been groomed to take his rightful place as King, learning philosophy, tactics, the art of battle, and many other subjects. During his 19th year, his caravan were attacked by a hoard of goblins, causing him to become separated from his guards. Raj fell in with a small band of Sheikah. After some initial mutual distrust, they banded together to destroy a goblin nest threatening trade routes. During this, Raj became aware how little he truly knew about the other peoples and nations of the world. Upon returning to his people, he began working on learning more of the other lands and to ease relations with his people. While he learned much, he was consistently aware that the information he was getting wasn't the complete picture. He eventually decided to satisfy his curiosity on his own. Leaving written instructions for his ministers, Raj left his place in the dead of night to explore the world, to see for himself what allies and dangers it held. Shortly after beginning his journey, Raj met an Imp named Nox, who became his traveling companion. He has been wandering the world for nearly two years now, still feeding his curiosity. Weapon (Optional): Name: Nox Gender: Female Age: 28 (or Twili equivalent) Race: Twili Appearance: Personality: Irritable, sarcastic, secretive, loyal, cunning, manipulative, chaotic, and driven. Bio: Nox was an orphan in the Twilight Realm who was taken in by the royal family as a companion for the Princess, sensing within her a spark of power. Raised in the palace, she was trained to be the Princess's bodyguard and agent. When the Princess came to power, Nox was her secret right hand, doing what ever it took to protect the new queen and her realm. A few years ago, an ambitious lord of the Twilight Realm was found plotting a coup against the Queen. What was more disturbing was that he was getting aid from someone in the Realm of Light. While Nox was able to take the rogue lord down, there was little to no indication who his supplier was. Wanting to make sure that this Light meddler didn't try again, The Queen ordered Nox to journey to the Realm of Light and to seek out the meddler. Though both the Queen and Nox were heartbroken at the possibility of Nox possibility being marooned in the Realm of Light, both recognized she was the only one with the skill to do it that the Queen fully trusted. Gifted items to protect her from the Light, Nox went through the illicit portal between worlds and destroyed it from that side. On her own, she lurked in the shadows of the Realm of Light, trying to find the magic user behind the coup, but without success. After a while, she ran into a wandering Gerudo male named Raj. She followed him for a time, believing him to be a suspect. She concluded that he was not involved, but continued to travel with him as his journeys helped her search for her quarry. Weapon (Optional):

Xion awoke slowly. Dreams of the sea floating through her mind as she lay in a state between sleep and wakefulness. There, she felt at peace. Like the world was perfectly balanced. Like nothing could go wrong. But there was something. Something that was nagging at her. Something she needed to remember? Something about...school? Snapping fully awake, Xion scrabbled to turn over and look at her clock. She breathed a little easier when she found she was not late, though the adrineline of the fear was still coursing through her. She quickly got up, took a shower and dressed for her first day of class. Luckily, she got up before her roommates so managed to do this with a minimal amount of fuss. Once ready, she went ahead and left for class. This was the first day of something new. She had to be perfect.

After finishing bandaging Neku, Sister Olivia checked her SMG before the helicopter landed. "Anyway we can contact the general before going into the ruins?" She asked. As soon as the copter landed, the Revist Scholar dropped out, taking a knee to scan the area, her weapon ready. "I have a few maps of the ruins on my tablet, so we should be able to avoid too much useless wondering." She called back to Neku and Leto.

{Mariel: Mystras; Raiden's Villa} Agatha made it through some door guards using a bluff that she was carrying an urgent message for Lord Raiden. This held some risks, of course, but that was unavoidable at this point. She did get pointed in the direction of Raiden's study, which was helpful. She still had the angelic presence to avoid for now, and to hope the source didn't come looking for her. "What in the hells am I doing?" She thought angrily. "This is stupid." But she needed answers. She needed to know the humans weren't being set up for a betrayal. Setting her jaw, Agatha kept going, doing her best to keep track of the other Angel in the villa. After a false turn, she headed for Raiden's study when she saw two figures coming the other way. One she didn't recognize, but the other... "Sorry to interrupt, your lordships." She called out to Raiden and Alastor. She pulled off her helmet and stuck it under her arm. "But my manners get lost when I encounter old friends." Mariel continued, starting to smile.

I'd say Doc Ock. I could easily see him falling into the trap of trying to study and control the Heartless, only for his pride and overconfidence being his down fall. Gameplaywise, i think he could be a fun, mobile enemy with attacks like hurling debris or cars at Sora, maybe some energy beams (depending on version of his arms), and could easily have some sort of "cyborg" Heartless minions to summon.

{Ember Jones - Mulhaney's Army} Ember was awake ahead most of Mulhaney's followers, up before light, practicing the combat techniques she had been learning. She was getting to be a pretty good shot with her pistols and hand-to-hand combat was coming pretty easy. The katana she was practicing with now was something of a odd throw back. Her practical side viewed training with it as unnecessary and a waste of time. But some last hold outs of the kid she viewed herself as before stuck to it because it was cool. Plus, her choker made it reasonably useful even in this modern age. Out in a park, she was part way through one of the sword forms she had been able to find on the internet when she messed upon it. Frustrated and angry at herself, Ember sheathed the blade more forcefully than normal and tossed the weapon on a bench, then sat beside it. She wanted perfection from herself, but she wasn't there yet, which worried her. With other people, like the BAR and Nox, grabbing up artifacts that should go to those who share Mulhaney's vision of a better world, Ember knew that the obstacles to a better world were only growing. True, Doctor Mulhaney had the most powerful, but it was still going to be tough enough without the wrong people getting ahold of artifacts. What ever challenge the BAR and Nox had planned, Ember was determined to make sure she could handle them to let Dr. Mulhaney handle the big picture. Calming down a little, she pulled out a water bottle from under the bench and took a drink. After her second swig, she spotted a young man jogging up. "Morning, Graham." She said with a nod. "Morning, Ember." The young man said, a little out of breath. "The Doctor said he has a meeting coming up later this morning he wants you to sit in on." Ember checked her watch, then nodded. "Okay, thanks man." She said, grabbing up her katana and standing up. "See you around." With that, she concentrated, using her Choker of Teleportation to make several jumps to get back to her lodging, a slight heat haze the only sign she had been there after she teleported. At her room, she quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes. After grabbing a breakfast bar, she headed for Doctor Mulhaney's office. {Damian Farrier - Neutral} Damian walked down the street of a sleepy little town he was passing through on his way to somewhere more important. With the rise of these multiple factions, all using these blasted artifacts, he was having a harder time figuring out the best way to get to Mulhaney. With these obvious threats, security was going to be tighter. He had watched all known footage of the man. He hadn't yet figured out what the good doctor's artifact was or if he had more than one. While his desire to kill Mulhaney was his driving force at the moment, he was smart enough to understand that he didn't have the power to confront Mulhaney. For now, he had to bid his time and try to figure out a weakness to exploit. As Damian past an alley, he heard a muffled scream. He paused a moment, then turned back and entered the alley. Inside the shady space between buildings was a man with a gun trying to take advantage of a woman. Damian's eyes darkened as his hand shifted closer to his revolver. "Hey." He called out, but the mugger responded instantly with a double tap to Damian's chest. The girl let out another muffled scream. "Shut up!" The mugger growled, pointing the gun at his victim again. "Unless you wanna end up like the white knight there." Something grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall behind him. It took a moment for the mugger to refocus, but when he did, he found himself face to face with a partially decayed Damian. "Wrong choice." Damian growled as his damaged artifact started draining life from the mugger to heal and revitalize its wielder. The mugger panicked and shot Damian a couple more times in the chest, but that only accelerated the draw on his life force. In a few moments, the mugger was just a dried up husk. Damian, now looking normal and healed of the gunshot wounds, dropped the corpse. He took several deep breaths before half turning to the woman who was froze in fear. He knew better than to try to convince her he wasn't a monster. Those arguments hadn't even worked on himself. "Get out of here." He ordered in a dark voice. Snapped out of her horror, the woman scrabbled up and ran out of the alley. Grabbing a duffle he had dropped when he had gotten shot, Damian left the alley the opposite way the woman had run out of it and continued on his way.

Altered Damian's last name from "Fairer" to "Farrier".

(Close.)

{Mariel: Mystras} Walking with purpose, Agatha entered Mystras proper, heading for Lord Raiden's Villa. She knew from experience that a determined person carrying a courier bag weren't bother too much by most guards. Once she got into more sensitive locations, she would need a stronger disguise then that. It was times like this she wished she was blessed with the rare Guardian Angel trait of natural invisibility, or still possessed robes enchanted with such a spell. But she still had some tricks she could try. As she marched through the city, Agatha slowed to a halt as the presence of another angel filled her mind. It had been so long since she had felt one of her angelic peers, it was hard to focus on the other presences around her. Perhaps it was another Guardian Angel, like her? "No." She decided. "The aura feels more like an Arch." This made Agatha hesitant. One of her own breathen, she might have a chance to explain herself and be understood. But she doubted an Archangel would easily understand why she and the other Guardian Angels of the 3rd, 7th, and 12th Legions broke from sacred doctrine. She would have to face up to the angelic hosts for her actions at some point, but she would rather it be after the current crisis was over. "Of course the presence is coming from the villa." Agatha thought irritably as she set back out in her determined march. "I'll just have to avoid him or her while I look for this Lord Raiden."

(sorry for the delay) Sister Olivia, caught up in the chaos of the demon attack and memories of the attack on the monastery, did what she could to protect schalors as the ran for shelter. Running into Neku and Leto outside the Archive was a piece of fortune she thanked the gods for, though it was cut short when she found Neku was wounded. With Leto carrying their injured comrade, Sister Olivia laid out suppressive fire to cover her team mates. "Right behind you!" She called out as Leto called out to head for the hanger. Trying to keep demons off their backs, Sister Olivia came in behind Leto and Neku to hear the latter's question about flying. "No!" She answered as she reloaded. "There was very little call for flying in the Order." An oversight she might suggest be rectified, if she and the Order survived this. She climbed into the helicopter after Leto and helped strap Neku in before strapping herself in. She held on tight as Leto piloted the craft out of the city. After taking a few deep breaths, she began working on Neku's wounds, pulling a first aid kit from under the seats. She paused in her work when Leto mentioned hope. "We will find answers there." She assured him, certainty in her voice. She placed a hand on Leto's shoulder as she spoke. "No fear." With that, she went back to trying to deal with Neku's wounds.

{The World That Never Was: Memory Skyscraper} The Survivor battled the Unversed, using her bow and absorbed magical power. At one point her foot got caught by a Blizzard spell to the ground, which triggered another rush and blue eye flash. She used the absorbed ice spell to fend off attackers as she broken the ice trapping her foot. After about a minute and a half, she was down to one Yellow Mustard Unversed, slowed by one of her Blizzard shots. She aimed for it with her bow at full draw. One more arrow and the battle was over. But she hesitated. She had not been hit by the yellow one's lightning. She needed its power. Seeing it sluggishly begin to call on its element, the Survivor looked up to see the spell form above her. Undrawing her bow, she raised her arms out to the sides as she stared up at the spell, challenging it to its worse. The spell fully formed and struck her with multiple bolts of lightning. Driven to her knees, she let out a scream of pain and rage which turned into exhilaration as part of the power was absorbed, adding Thunder spells to her arsenal. In an instant, the spell was spent and disappeared, leaving the Survivor smoking. Eyes flashing with anger, she launched herself from her knees at the Unversed, drawing her dagger with her left hand as she went. She slashed through the monster with the wicked blade as she past it. As she landed on the other side of it, it disappeared in a plume of darkness. For several long moments, the only sound was the rain fall and the Survivor's heavy breaths. Then came the clapping. "Well done!" The thin man from before said from behind the Survivor. "I didn't think you'd actually catch on to what I was doing, but it seems you don't have the brain of a gerbil." The Survivor's lips tightened as she listened to the mocking tone. She might have grown stronger from that fight, but she still hurt. Screaming something primal, she turned and cast a Thunder spell at the man. As it struck him, she broke into a charge towards him. Grunting something, the man met her head on, moving at blurring speed to grabber her by her threat and get a hold of her knife hand by the wrist. "So ungrateful." He said, sounding disappointed as he hoisted the Survivor aloft. She struggled and gasped for air, but he didn't seem to notice. He squeezed tighter on her wrist, grinding and breaking bones. The Survivor screamed in pain and dropped her dagger. With apparent ease, he tossed her away. She hit the ground heavily two or three yards away from the man and lay still. "And yet, I still have to give you a leg up." He said, raising a hand again. "Don't think of this as a reward for bad behavior, alright love?" With a snap his fingers, a cure spell enveloped The Survivor. Her broken wrist and wounds from the battle with the Unversed were healed, and she felt the exhilaration of absorbing the spell as her eyes glowed blue for the fourth time this evening. "See?" The man asked, an overblown friendly smile on his lips. "All better. Willing to listen now?" The Survivor got up on her knees and generally rubbed her previously brown wrist, her eyes never leaving the man. "I'll take that as a yes." He said with a shrug. "I guess a more proper introduction is in order." He gave a grandiose bow. "My name is Mr. Null."

Playable characters, with preferably their own episodes.

Depending on her meeting with the upper echelon, she might join up with that merry band.

{Mariel: Mystras; Human incampment} Agatha Brightwater walked through the human troops King Alderon had brought to Lord Raiden's aid, nodded to a few she knew. It seemed she was just in time for yet another battle to determine the fate of the worlds. Not exactly how she wanted to return to the Overworld and the Fey, but it did seem fitting. But now a choice was before her. When she had been traveling to the Overworld, she had intended to reveal herself to this Lord Raiden and stop this war before it was too late. That opportunity was long past, and she questioned the use of revealing herself now. She had been gone for so long, would any remember her and the Lost Legions? And if they did, would they see her as Fallen? She could almost garunetee that was the attitude of the angelic hosts, and who knew how the other Fey felt. No, perhaps it was best if she joined this fight as a simple human. She had learned to use most of her magic surreptitiously and could blame more obvious uses on the Fey that she felt she wouldn't be hampered in battle. Pausing in her inspection of the camp, Agatha considered the last time she had joined a war like this. Her face darkened as she remembered the cries of her soldiers as the barrier between worlds was erected. That treachery from Alexander had not faded from memory, nor the desire to avenge her brethren. If Laxander still lived, worse, if he had a hand in this war, more could be lost. She needed answers. Answers a simple human scout could not ask without arrousing suspicion. She would need to find a trustworthy confidant and fast if she wanted answers. And while she looked for one in the Fey, sizing up Lord Raiden and his aides would be beneficial as well. She did not want a repeat performance of trusting Alexander. Snatching an official looking courier satchel of a sleeping soldier's belt, Agatha headed into the heart of Mystras and hopeful towards Lord Raiden.

Barely

Niner chuckled to himself at the name calling he got from Ager and Reiner. He got that a lot from people he worked with, though most understood it was in good humor. If these officers and wielders were being called in, there was likely something big on the horizon. While his analysis of the declining situation did not have great odds on a successful "Hail Mary" strategy, he was just human enough to hope he was wrong. Dropping of the slagged remains of his invention at a scrap pile, Niner went to a little work shop he set up near the courtyard. It was small and cramped, but it had most everything he needed. And anything he didn't have here, he could get access to from other areas in the castle. Switch some of the machines on, he pulled the last version of the elemental cannon and started diagnostics on it.

I found it earlier and used it for a precursors consultation. But thank you for bringing them up and a huge thank you for curating the character list. Makes keeping track of who I'll be taking to sooo much easier.

{Nexus & Lacuna: Twilight Town} Annistha remained impassive during Amit's speach, though Lacuna chuckled through parts of it. After he left, the Void Witch caught Annistha's eye and tapped her nose. [Nexus Shift] Zather tapped his nose in return. He had the boy's scent. Tracking him down should he cause trouble wouldn't be a problem. Lacuna grinned back, but it vanished when Astra mentioned how she hadn't changed. She looked at him with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "What are you talking about?" She asked, eyes narrowing. Zion's disappearance conincided with Zather's sense telling him of the heartless presence. "Looks like we have some clean up to do before splitting up." He said to the group. "Find anything of interest, contect the rest of us." With that and a curt nod to Lacuna, Zather charged of in the direction of the Train Station. The Void Witch eyed Astra again. To figure out what he was on about, or play wack-a-mole with Heartless? Decisions, decisions. At that point, she caught a flicker of something familiar. A power in hollow harmony with her own. Another void user? Great. Even more decisions.

{The World That Never Was: Memory Skyscraper} The Survivor dodged and weaved as the Unversed cast Elemental spells at her, some form of muscle memory keeping her ahead of the erratic blasts of fire, ice, and lightning. Instincts told her that the dagger she was holding wasn't going to good enough against nine of these monsters. In a brief moment of peace, she sheathed it back on her belt. Instinct kicked in again and she reached back behind her to touch the bow on her back. That might do it. She pulled it and an arrow out before having to dive to the side to keep from being electrocuted. She notched the arrow and fired, taking out one of the Blue Sea Salt Unversed. The Survivor smiled as the creature disintegrated around her arrow. That small moment of celebration was too long as a fire spell hit her in the side. Screaming in pain, she dropped to a knee. She clinched her eyes shut for the pain, but they snapped open with a blue flash. Letting out a roar of anger, the Survivor lashed at with a fire spell of her own at a Yellow Mustard preparing to attack. A single thought cut through the pain and anger. "Their power will be mine!"

No problemo. I just came across the post at an opportune time.

Mr. Shard? This is your alarm call, Mr. Shard.

"Ha! Busted!" Niner exclaimed after Mors, Armis, de Wynter, and Anthem were called out. His lower set of mechanical eye lids were partially raised, a common quirk in his "humorous" moments. "Give my regards to the brass." Picking up the melted slag that had been the Elemental Cannon v.9.6, the Robotic Inventor trooped out of the transport. He was trying not to think about O'Malley, or what psychological scars the organics that he had fought with might be developing. Best to focus on something else that wouldn't depress him. Like the failure of v.9.6. That just made him angry. "Blasted regulators." He muttered to himself. Version 9.6 of the Elemental Cannon had been been made lighter and more efficient, but at the cost of durability. Niner had calculated it to be within acceptable levels, but the recent field test had proven those calculations inaccurate. Well, failure was a part of science. If he had time, he could make Version 9.7 even better. But with how the war was going, he decided it was better to get v.9.5 tuned up first, just in case.

{Nexus & Lacuna: Twilight Town} Lacuna gave Astra a hurt look. "Well, you're a buzz kill." She replied. She brightened up and smiled again. "Though cute." She said with a wink. "Lacuna." Zather muttered, sounding like his patience was getting even thinner. "What? Other people are flirting!" [Nexus Shift] "Yes, but they're at least getting back on track." Annistha said, taking control back from her brother. "Speaking of which." She turned her attention on Zion, giving the blonde a small smile. "We've got a couple of leads on worlds experiencing disturbances we could checkout, but first there is someone Zather thinks is acting suspicious we could check out first." Lacuna' hand snaked out and grabbed Ammit's shoulder. "Turn red, they're talking about you, kid." The Witch said jovially. "We're doing this because people we care about are missing." Annistha said, turning her eyes towards Ammit. "Reports are coming in about darkness leaking into worlds, causing destruction. Forgive us if we remember what that was like last time and want to find who's responsible." "Yeah, don't mutter something you don't want to share with the class." Lacuna added in. "Some of us got better hearing than most."