Archangel89

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Here you go @Prisk my sheet ready to be judged.
EDIT: Grammar checked and corrected, will get the add in later.

Zephyr

_{Face Claim - Anthony Starr}

_{A A R O N " Z Y P H E R " N Y L E S
◄ 23 ▎ 6'1" ►}

_{P R E S E N C E}

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Aaron is a rather breezy carefree individual whose major life motto is to not be too attached by or to anything. Due to his younger life and his upbringing he's discovered the dangers that come with tying yourself down to frivolous people or things and the pain that comes with it. He is one to usually deflect conversations with "too hard" of questions to deal with despite his natural curiosity of people and the world around him. Aaron is a firm believer that people will tell you everything that you need to know about themselves without having to say a word and will observe people and things at a distance. If the situation comes down to it, Aaron is of the mind to quickly and definitively end a situation before it becomes too much of a problem.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Aaron's life, while not particularly tragic, has been a hard road to travel. For most of his formative years Aaron bounced from foster home to foster home in a small town where everyone knew everyone. Life without parents made him very bitter and angry which didn't help is living situations almost to the point that he was ostracized from any one his age. Until the day he met Samuel. Samuel saw through the façade Aaron put up and slowly introduced him to his group of friends; Kat, Remi, Thael, Rene, Freddy, Magdalena. Along with Samuel, these people slowly made Aaron into someone worth being around and for a time people actually began to see him in a positive light. All this changed, however, when the comet came.

When the infection began to spread and the spirits began to migrate into more and more people the mutated wildlife began making their way into the cities. One day when the kids where playing they came across said wildlife, a mutated stag that had wandered into the outskirts of the town. Aaron's natural curiosity drove him to go and investigate the creature leaving Samuel to come along to do his best to protect him as best he could. When the situation naturally turned south Aaron's fear got the better of him and made him cower before the thing while Samuel stood up to it, before the death blow could be struck a mass gathering of wind and electricity gathered into Aaron and the two of them escaped in a flash of light. The boys were safe and the creature was dealt with, but the group or the town began to look at Aaron differently. Samuel was the golden child able to do no wrong and he stood in defense of his friend, Aaron was a coward and hid and the town treated him as such.

For years after the fact Aaron was split apart from the town, these spirits gave him new abilities but he received foul looks from the town and his friends suddenly didn't see him in the same light and with all these things coalescing together he decided to join the UDF and give up his former life since they decided to give up on him. As he trained and grew in his spirits Aaron caught the eye of the Intelligence Division for his mobility and decisive actions, so when he graduated from the academy and received his captains rank Intelligence scooped him up and quickly began his work. He has spent the last 5 years investigating the infection, keeping tabs on R&D, and infiltrating high value targets to keep the flow of information coming into the UDF.

_{F O R C E}

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Nakamasa

The Nakamasa High Frequency Katana is a blade that vibrates at extremely high frequencies that weakens the molecular integrity of whatever it cuts. In combination with his spirits of lightning and wind this effect in amplified even further in combination with Aaron's even heightened speed. The sheath of the weapon is fixed with a launching system that aids in Aaron's quick draw style which also functions as mid-ranged high powered rifle in certain situations. The system is powered by a 12.7x99 (.50 BMG) ammo.

Currently the only known spirits that dwell within Aaron are spirits of wind and lightning which makes him faster than the average Aeon. His combat style is very non-confronting preferring to dodge and duck out of the way and only strike when a definitive and finite solution presents itself.

The Spirits Within/Aeon

Oh man this takes me back. Is there any room for a long time player lol?

In This Fine Town of Arkham - A Tale of Lovecraftian Horror

Five Hours Till Midnight

There she was. Midnight hair, dark eyes, dark red dress that seemed to flow over her like water. Jayce’s breath caught in his chest, but he couldn’t be sure why. She was certainly striking, beautiful even, but there was something more, some presence. He had felt it even from her portrait, but now, in the flesh, it was almost overwhelming.

Avery Wilde looked little older than thirty, her dress clinging to her, and it was quickly clear that it was not only on Jayce that she had an effect. The band fell silent, the conversation died away just as quickly, and Jayce did not need to turn to know that every eye was turned towards the top of the grand staircase. If anything, Avery Wilde’s presence seemed to only intensify under the attention, one porcelain pale hand reaching out, stark contrast against the dark wood of the bannister. When the woman spoke, her voice was soft, and yet somehow all-consuming.

“Thank you all for coming. It warms my heart to see so many of you here tonight.”

Those dark eyes moved across the room, and Jayce could have sworn they settled on his face, met his own gaze. It was only fleeting, little more than a flicker, but Jayce felt it still, shooting through him.

“Dinner will be served at the strike of eight, but until then, please, drink and be merry! Michael?”

Somehow, Jayce managed to tear his gaze away from her for long enough to see one of the smartly dressed musicians straighten up, almost snapping to attention.

“Yes, Lady Wilde?”

“Let’s keep this party going, shall we?”

“Yes, Lady Wilde.”
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The musician, Michael, practically fell over himself in his rush to follow Avery’s instruction, but sure enough, the music sprung up once again, the attention seeming to shift away from Avery, the conversation in the room coming to life. For Jayce though, she still held his gaze. He struggled to believe that the woman at the top of the stairs was Avery Wilde. The Avery Wilde. The matriarch of the Wilde empire. The spider, with Wilde Hall as the heart of her web. Before Jayce could spend any longer watching the figure of Avery Wilde descending the staircase, he felt a gentle nudge against his arm, and turned to see that Mister Black was watching him, thin lips pulled back into a wide, almost unnerving, smile.

“She is quite something, is she not?”

"Indeed she is. I don't think that I've actually seen her in person. The closest that I've ever come is probably the painting in the hallway. I do not believe that there are even pictures of her in the outside world. So to see her physically here...is truly something to behold."

Mister Black’s smile widened, somehow, too-white teeth catching in the golden light. The dark eyes didn’t leave Jayce’s face, and for a moment, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being seen. Truly seen. As if those dark eyes could see beyond Jayce’s mask. As if they knew him. Jayce couldn’t move. He could barely breathe. And then, finally, Mister Black looked away, and the spell broke.

“You are in esteemed company, my friend! This - “

Black gloved hands gestured expressively around the bustling room, Mister Black becoming once more the accomplished showman.

“This is the beating heart of Arkham.”

Avery Wilde was coming down the stairs now, blood red dress flowing around her as she moved. Mister Black glanced upwards, towards her, before turning back to Jayce. His voice was low when he spoke, almost conspiratorial as he leant in closer to the other man.

“Would you like to meet her?”

Jayce's heart caught in his chest, the thought of meeting Avery Wilde had stirred something in him that he didn't think or want to occur happened. His heart sank like a star-struck schoolgirl and for a moment he forgot his nobility and stature. He couldn't help the twinge of excitement in his voice,
"Y...yes I would."

Mister Black barely seemed to wait for Jayce’s reply before he was turning away, as if he already knew what the answer would be. The tall thin figure of the man moved quickly through the crowd, leaving Jayce having to react, or be left behind. The crowd, dense and shifting as it was, seemed to part before Mister Black, men and women stepping aside, often without even seeming to know that the man in black was behind them. Jayce was not so fortunate, having to dip and weave his way through tightly packed bodies. Despite the movement of the dancing crowd, Jayce managed to avoid any collisions, although he certainly lacked the apparent presence of the man he was following. In a moment, they were at the foot of the stairs, and there she was. Avery Wilde. One pale hand still rested on the dark wood of the bannister, but the woman did not look like she needed support as she descended. Sharp, defined features softened into a smile as dark eyes settled on Mister Black. The hand left the bannister, and Mister Black theatrically took it in his own black gloved hand, stooping to kiss it, his voice like velvet.

“You are a vision, as ever, Lady Wilde.”

“And you are as charming.”

Dark eyes turned to Jayce now as he reached Mister Black’s side, one eyebrow raising slightly, a look of curiosity, or amusement, crossing Avery Wilde’s face as she looked him up and down.

“You, I do not know.”

Still effortlessly playing the role of the showman, Mister Black’s gloved hand fell onto Jayce’s shoulder.

“This is my adopted companion for the evening. The charming Mister Silver.”

The dark eyes of Avery Wilde fixed on Jayce Brennaman. This close, the woman was truly striking, porcelain skin unblemished, midnight hair framing her face. Before he could turn his nose up at the cliche, the rest of the busy room seemed to fall away. Even Mister Black’s hand on Jayce’s shoulder seemed to fade. There was only her. Only this woman. Only Avery. When she spoke, her voice was like the soft tolling of a bell.

“It is a pleasure to meet you then, Mister Silver.”

"T...the pleasure is all mine Lady Wilde."

For the first time in his life Jayce was awe struck, the incomparable beauty that was Avery Wilde was something that he had not expected when he began to concoct his schemes for the evening. Every fiber of his person was screaming for more of the inspiring matron but he had to contain his giddy demeanor, protocol is important after all.

"I look forward to a magical evening attending you illustrious souriee, Lady Wilde."

Saying with a graceful bow.

Kakumei First Cour

Hokage's Heir

Bingo Book

_Moniker

--Uchiha Honoi
--Kurogane Honoi (undercover)

_Selfhood

M-18

_Rank

--Chunin
--Chukan (undercover)

_Affiliations

--Kou Empire, Hizuru
--Konohagakure
--Shinobi Alliance
--Anti-Accords — Hokage Faction / Ayakashi

Concept

_Ethnicity

--Hizuruan
--Fullbring human

_Cause

Honoi is an overly serious and studious individual that has little to know patience for the frivilous natures. His hardworking and studious nature makes him seem offputting and distant when in fact he's mostly just socially awkward. His mostly sequestered life has left him unable to read peoples intentions and thus often giving an airheaded dispostion. Honoi often keeps himself in a book or religous text and is always ready to offer some spiritual advice to those that need it.

_Effect

Being the son of the current Hokage Honoi has spent all of his life trying to live up to the standards that such a shadow casts. Having lived his entire life under his fathers rule and indoctrination of the Restorationist he spent every waking moment dedicated to his father's goals of rebuilding Konoha to its former glory, throwing himself into his training and studies in the attempt to draw his fathers eye in his direction. Every mission taken is executed to perfection so that his father and his ideals can come to fruition. In the spare moments that he does take to himself he throws himself into worship of Ninshu, often praying for guideance in his missions and direction with his father. Setting his sights on one day surpassing his father's greatness to honor his memory, Honoi will do everything that it takes to achieve his dream.

Attributes

_Talents

_Kata
--Uchiha Style: Hōka Ranbu Taijutsu
--Uchiha Style: Shurikenjutsu

_Non-combat
--Scholar
--Linguist
--Cook

_Ninjatology
--Ninjutsu
--Chakra Control

_Tools

--Shuriken
--Kunai
--Paper Bombs
--Food Pills

_Warcry

_Affinity

--Fire
--Chakra
--Fullbring
_Bloodline
Sharingan - 3 Tomoe

_Mystery
Uchiha Mystery

_Jutsu
S - Fire Release: Great Fire Destruction
A - Fire Release: Great Dragon Flame Song ; Fire Release: Great Flame Thrower
B - Unsealing Tool ; Fire Release: Great Dragon Flame ; Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation
C - Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique ; Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique ; Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique
D
Body Flicker

E
Basics

_Theme
TBA

The Number 1 Hero

License

_Moniker

The Origami Hero: Kirigami A.K.A Takahashi Senjiro

_Selfhood

M - 32

_Alignment

Hero

_Affiliations

---The Hero Commission
---Society as a Whole

Concept

_Ethnicity

Half Xia Half Hizuru

_Cause

Senji is a calm and caring soul that always has a kind word and a loving gesture. He is always quick to offer words of wisdom and a helping hand to even the lowliest

of people who need it. When he is out among the populace he is always keen to hand out paper cranes to children and is keen make all sorts of oragami upon his arrivals. In the face of his villains

he is stern but respectfull as he believes that all people; good, evil, hero, villain, all deserve the same respect. At the end of the day he truly champions only one cause, to truly bring the

world peace and happiness for all who reside in the world.

_Effect

Takahashi Senjiro began his life much in the way many in the modern day experience it. Born to a middle class family Senji discovered his quirk much like normal kids do. As he was spending

time with his grandmother folding oragami he discovered that his paper crane came to life and began to fly away. After learning the basics of how to control his quirk, he set his sights on joining

one of the most pristegious schools for hero training, Eirei University. From his youth in the University he sought to model himself after the example of heroes, to be kind but strong, able to

help and bring hope to all people that deserved it. It was always something that he was brought and raised that all life was to be respected and he wanted to bring his life to the world.

When he finally stepped into the world as a pro hero Senji took to it in full stride, quickly rising in popularity among the populace giving out paper cranes to children and visiting hospitals

with grand displays of living papercraft. When it came to fighting crime his swift and decisive attacks took care of any and all criminals with no loss of life or any significant damage to

property which really made an impact with the Hero Commission. After ten years of dedicated work to safety he found himself seated next to his heroic idol, the Number 1 hero Zeal. Being the top

two heroes, a meeting of minds was bound to happen and after a press conference one day the two decided to have a coming together in private. There were many things that were discussed that day,

the most important was a question regarding where Senji stood on the Accords. It was made very clear that Zeal stood among the Anti-Accord and was propositioning Kirigami to join him in his

thinking.

While at the time he polietly dodged the question at the time, Senji grew deeply worried about the implications about the effect such political views would have on being a hero, but he knew that

the Anti-Accords didn't seem like much of a good thing. Through several heated debates and much time passing one day Zeal quit his position as a hero in favor of teaching at Senji's alma mater.

Now suddenly thrust into the Number 1 position Kirigami felt the overwelming gaze of the public, half looked to him as the breath of fresh air that the world needed and the other looked at him as

a paid villain. The sudden pressure has began to take its toll but Senji continues his mission to bring light and happines to the world as the hero it deserves.

Attributes

_{Talents
Non-combat}

• Doctorate in Criminal Psycology
• Tea Sommelier
• Artist

_Quirk
Controller Type - Papercraft

Sen brings origami creations to life. To activate his quirk he either creates a origami piece on the spot or pulls from his bag of premade creations, creates a steeple with his

hands and breathes into the piece with the name of whatever he intends to create written on it. Depending on the size and his familiarity of the object he have many creations going at once and

have them move according to his will. If the paper piece is destroyed then the corrisponding creation is destroyed as well.

_Tools

• Pouch of pre-folded origami
• Pouch of unfolded origami paper

<sub>Warcry

Super Moves</sub>
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LCJ6PDjKug11Rc-iQz17VP2dj83t1HfOIdBEAdgwscc/edit?usp=sharing

_Theme

TBD

Kakumei [Absolute Shounenverse]

Hokage's Heir

Bingo Book

_Moniker

--Uchiha Honoi
--Kurogane Honoi (undercover)

_Selfhood

M-18

_Rank

--Chunin
--Chukan (undercover)

_Affiliations

--Kou Empire, Hizuru
--Konohagakure
--Shinobi Alliance
--Anti-Accords — Hokage Faction / Ayakashi

Concept

_Ethnicity

--Hizuruan
--Fullbring human

_Cause

Honoi is an overly serious and studious individual that has little to know patience for the frivilous natures. His hardworking and studious nature makes him seem offputting and distant when in fact he's mostly just socially awkward. His mostly sequestered life has left him unable to read peoples intentions and thus often giving an airheaded dispostion. Honoi often keeps himself in a book or religous text and is always ready to offer some spiritual advice to those that need it.

_Effect

Being the son of the current Hokage Honoi has spent all of his life trying to live up to the standards that such a shadow casts. Having lived his entire life under his fathers rule and indoctrination of the Restorationist he spent every waking moment dedicated to his father's goals of rebuilding Konoha to its former glory, throwing himself into his training and studies in the attempt to draw his fathers eye in his direction. Every mission taken is executed to perfection so that his father and his ideals can come to fruition. In the spare moments that he does take to himself he throws himself into worship of Ninshu, often praying for guideance in his missions and direction with his father. Setting his sights on one day surpassing his father's greatness to honor his memory, Honoi will do everything that it takes to achieve his dream.

Attributes

_Talents

_Kata
--Uchiha Style: Hōka Ranbu Taijutsu
--Uchiha Style: Shurikenjutsu

_Non-combat
--Scholar
--Linguist
--Cook

_Ninjatology
--Ninjutsu
--Chakra Control

_Tools

--Shuriken
--Kunai
--Paper Bombs
--Food Pills

_Warcry

_Affinity

--Fire
--Chakra
--Fullbring
_Bloodline
Sharingan - 3 Tomoe

_Mystery
Uchiha Mystery

_Jutsu
S - Fire Release: Great Fire Destruction
A - Fire Release: Great Dragon Flame Song ; Fire Release: Great Flame Thrower
B - Unsealing Tool ; Fire Release: Great Dragon Flame ; Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation
C - Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique ; Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique ; Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique
D
Body Flicker

E
Basics

_Theme
TBA

Kakumei [Absolute Shounenverse]

The Number 1 Hero

License

_Moniker

The Origami Hero: Kirigami A.K.A Takahashi Senjiro

_Selfhood

M - 32

_Alignment

Hero

_Affiliations

---The Hero Commission
---Society as a Whole

Concept

_Ethnicity

Half Xia Half Hizuru

_Cause

Senji is a calm and caring soul that always has a kind word and a loving gesture. He is always quick to offer words of wisdom and a helping hand to even the lowliest

of people who need it. When he is out among the populace he is always keen to hand out paper cranes to children and is keen make all sorts of oragami upon his arrivals. In the face of his villains

he is stern but respectfull as he believes that all people; good, evil, hero, villain, all deserve the same respect. At the end of the day he truly champions only one cause, to truly bring the

world peace and happiness for all who reside in the world.

_Effect

Takahashi Senjiro began his life much in the way many in the modern day experience it. Born to a middle class family Senji discovered his quirk much like normal kids do. As he was spending

time with his grandmother folding oragami he discovered that his paper crane came to life and began to fly away. After learning the basics of how to control his quirk, he set his sights on joining

one of the most pristegious schools for hero training, Eirei University. From his youth in the University he sought to model himself after the example of heroes, to be kind but strong, able to

help and bring hope to all people that deserved it. It was always something that he was brought and raised that all life was to be respected and he wanted to bring his life to the world.

When he finally stepped into the world as a pro hero Senji took to it in full stride, quickly rising in popularity among the populace giving out paper cranes to children and visiting hospitals

with grand displays of living papercraft. When it came to fighting crime his swift and decisive attacks took care of any and all criminals with no loss of life or any significant damage to

property which really made an impact with the Hero Commission. After ten years of dedicated work to safety he found himself seated next to his heroic idol, the Number 1 hero Zeal. Being the top

two heroes, a meeting of minds was bound to happen and after a press conference one day the two decided to have a coming together in private. There were many things that were discussed that day,

the most important was a question regarding where Senji stood on the Accords. It was made very clear that Zeal stood among the Anti-Accord and was propositioning Kirigami to join him in his

thinking.

While at the time he polietly dodged the question at the time, Senji grew deeply worried about the implications about the effect such political views would have on being a hero, but he knew that

the Anti-Accords didn't seem like much of a good thing. Through several heated debates and much time passing one day Zeal quit his position as a hero in favor of teaching at Senji's alma mater.

Now suddenly thrust into the Number 1 position Kirigami felt the overwelming gaze of the public, half looked to him as the breath of fresh air that the world needed and the other looked at him as

a paid villain. The sudden pressure has began to take its toll but Senji continues his mission to bring light and happines to the world as the hero it deserves.

Attributes

_{Talents
Non-combat}

• Doctorate in Criminal Psycology
• Tea Sommelier
• Artist

_Quirk
Controller Type - Papercraft

Sen brings origami creations to life. To activate his quirk he either creates a origami piece on the spot or pulls from his bag of premade creations, creates a steeple with his

hands and breathes into the piece with the name of whatever he intends to create written on it. Depending on the size and his familiarity of the object he have many creations going at once and

have them move according to his will. If the paper piece is destroyed then the corrisponding creation is destroyed as well.

_Tools

• Pouch of pre-folded origami
• Pouch of unfolded origami paper

<sub>Warcry

Super Moves</sub>
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LCJ6PDjKug11Rc-iQz17VP2dj83t1HfOIdBEAdgwscc/edit?usp=sharing

_Theme

TBD

Kakumei [Absolute Shounenverse]

@Floch so technically our present time is around the My Hero world with cars and internet as an example? Got it just making sure

Kakumei [Absolute Shounenverse]

Allow me to say youve piqued my interest but I do have some questions.

So are we pulling on cannon characters from each of these Shounen or are we making OCs for these? I apologize if this has already been answered but I just wanna make 100% sure that I have that down in my head.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Prelude to the Demon King

Mentions:@Silverstein @Koshikarii

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Listening to Gojo-sensei talk was always a bothersome task to be sure. Minato didn't really pay attention when Gojo pulled him to do this...whatever this was, but any chance to use some of his skills and bash a few cursed skulls in the process was always a plus. The minute he turned the corner and saw the other losers he was going to be working with, the mission immediately turned into a boring task again. From what he did hear from Gojo this was a rescue mission to go save one of a set of twins from some old house on a hill or something like that which seemed like a lot to have a bunch of scrubs around like this but Minato guessed it was going to good for them to learn.

Once they stopped and were gearing up Minato took a couple of practice swings with his bat taking a moment to admire the nine rings around his bat and the added weight that gave to his swings when the weird kid came up with a stupid briefcase trying to be the head of the group or something,

"So, how'd you fine gentleman like to approach this? Should we go the diplomatic route with the family, or should we go all out and guns blazing rescuing the lad? Come now, give me the deets.."

"I mean I don't know about guns, but I'm going in blazing that's for sure. You should stay behind me so that old briefcase of yours doesn't get burned."

"Heh, like you could burn anyone Matchstick! You guys just stay outta my way and let me pound these curses into oblivion. You got that
Briefcase?

Quickly pushing past the others and completely ignoring Gojo he began the trek up to the house running head first into the unknown abyss of the mission.

"Well are you losers gonna come on or do you guys just wanna sit this one out? You better get up here twin cause I didn't get dragged all the way here for you to get comfy and lounge around"

The house came closer into view and the atmosphere was definitely set. The whole idea of a mansion on a hill seemed to be pretty on the head but what made the place even creepier was the damp smell around them, the trees seemed to reach out like hands waiting to strangle those that got too close. The amount of cursed energy was palpable and despite his bravado amongst the others, Minato was nervous. He had been on several small missons before but none with stakes this high or with cursed energy this tangible before.

All of his training with grandad and his time at the school flashed before his eyes as he felt his grip tighten on his bat. Hearing the others start trudging along behind him, he couldn't let his facade be seen through so as he swallowed his fear and shook the worry from his face he turned and looked back at the others who were following him.

"Hurry up ya bums, I've got dinner waiting at home!"

In This Fine Town of Arkham - A Tale of Lovecraftian Horror

Five Hours Till Midnight

The ride through the woods was a rather long and uneventful one, Mr. White and Jayce traded amusing stories about the wealthy condition and it seemed much like life as usual. In between breaths of conversation Jayce gazed out the window and into the inky depths of Wilde Wood. The overwhelming darkness seemed held at bay only by the strength of the cars frame containing the dank smell of smoke and liquor.

Through his musing White's exclamation brought his attention to the massive entrance and the pouring in of other socialites made Jayce feel right at home. Carriages and motorcars all filing in one by one to take part filled him with joy, however the creeping feeling coming in the back of his mind as he turned his gaze to Thornbank Lake put damper on his spirits. Who knows what foul monstrosities lay at the bottom of the lake.

"I said, are you ready?"

"Of course I'm ready, I've got a Lady to wine and dine."

The roguish smirk belittled the unease growing in Jayce's belly.

Mister White smiled in turn, although his gaze didn't leave Jayce for a moment.
"Quite."

The gaze finally leaving him, Mister White clambered out of the motorcar, hesitating for a moment in the doorway, seeming to breathe in the nights air, before turning, and beckoning Jayce to follow him. The air was crisp and cool as Jayce stepped out of the car and followed White's lead. As before at the hotel, he could feel the eyes of those around him as he proudly strutted past in Mr. White's escort. The whispers he heard, however, were not that if jealous men but something that felt darker and more distant. It was as if someone or something was speaking just out of reach of his ears in the peripheral of his mind. Jayce tried to shake these sounds from his head as he approached the door of the Wilde's manor, he had a job to do. A dozen or so other guests milled around Jayce as he made his way towards the door of Wilde Hall. Some moving in the same direction as him, some breaking off into smaller groups, hushed conversations, and stifled laughter, but all of them wore masks. The effect was almost surreal. Dozens of others, men and women, young and old, and yet all of them hidden. For a moment, Jayce wondered if he knew anyone else at the Ball. Would he recognise even his closest friend if they were to pass him by?

As he reached the impressive doors of the house itself, Mister White hesitated in his stride, turning back towards Jayce. He beckoned Jayce closer to him, his voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial tone, although none of the other guests moving past them seemed to even notice their presence.

“I’m afraid this is the point I leave you, my friend. For now at least. But know that we have a common cause, you and I. I hope that you find your evening… a success.”

With that, Mister White turned, and in a moment, was lost in the shifting crowd. Jayce suddenly found himself alone, despite being surrounded by other guests. The door to Wilde Hall was ahead of him though, and beyond that? Who knows. Jayce's eyebrows raised and White's statement, a common cause? This is an interesting turn of events and another piece was placed on the board just for him. Before he could respond to him, White vanished from sight in the sea of bodies pouring into the Hall. As he turned and faced the door he had to steel himself for what was to come, this was not like any other party he had want to this was going to be the next evolution of Silverhand Chemical and this was something that he would not let slip, creeping feeling or not. As Jayce moved closer to the doorway, the crowd continued to flow around him, masked faces moving all around him, few even seeming to notice him.

"A little overwhelming, don't you think?"

Jayce turns quickly at the voice in his ear, and sees that a figure has fallen into step beside him, although Jayce did not notice him emerging from the crowd.

Tall, a few inches taller than even Jayce, and well-built, the man was undeniably handsome beneath the simple black mask that he wore. In fact, black was the word that sprung to mind when Jayce took in his appearance. A carefully pressed black suit, black hair, long but pulled back into a tight knot, even the man's skin was heavily tanned. The voice was light though, the thin lips smiling, the dark eyes sparkling with some inherent humour.

As Jayce looked into those eyes, he suddenly realised that the man was waiting on an answer.

"Hmm, possibly. To a lesser individual I suppose, although you have to wonder; what are they compensating for? Seems a bit ostentatious to me."

The man's laugh rang out like the tolling of a bell, attracting more than a few glances from the other guests, although if he cared about the attention, he showed no sign.

Composing himself, the man nodded earnestly.

"I knew I was going to like you. Mister Black, for the evening at least."

One hand was confidently thrust in Jayce's direction, and Jayce noticed, with little surprise, that the man wore gloves. Black gloves.Jayce eyed the man for a moment taking in his frame and all things about Mr. Black just to take it in.

"How interesting, first White and now Black. Curiouser and curiouser?"

He took the mans hand as confidently as it was given and gave it a hefty shake,

"Call me, Mr. Silver. A pleasure Black. So are these events always so extravagant or is there something special going on tonight?"

Mister Black’s handshake was firm, but not in the style of overcompensation that Jayce has become familiar with among men attempting to fill shoes too large for them. The smile on his face didn’t falter.

“If the White you speak of is the same White that I am familiar with, I do not envy you, Mister Silver. He and I are… regulars to these evenings, shall we say. I assure you, you are in better company now.”

Almost without Jayce realising, the two men reach the doors of Wilde Hall, and in an instant, they are inside. The chill of the night air is snuffed out, the long shadows fading away, to be replaced by bright lights, the murmur of lively conversation, and the intoxicating sound of jazz from further within the house. The corridor that Jayce now finds himself standing in stretches away, and he finds himself not only brushing shoulders with the same masked strangers, but also under the intense scrutiny of a dozen dark eyes.

Wildes from ages past line the corridors walls, their portraits capturing stern faces and lavish outfits. When Jayce manages to tear his gaze away from the paintings, he found that Mister Black was watching him, the ghost of a smile dancing across his face.

“I hope you have an appetite for the extravagant, Mister Silver. Lady Wilde has… interesting tastes.”

With more than a slight sense of unease, Jayce couldn’t help but notice that Mister Black had not entirely answered his question.

The one overwhelming feeling that grips Jayce when he watches Mister Black’s face is a deep sense of unease. He cannot entirely explain it, but something about the man’s face, about the way it moves and shifts as he talks, the way his lips shape around the words, is wrong. Every time Jayce attempts to focus on it, to pin it down, it flits away, but every instinctive part of him, every primal fibre, is suddenly screaming at him to get away from this ‘Mister Black’. Taking a moment to compose himself Jayce fought against his very instinct and stared Black directly in his eyes and give a cheeky grin,

"Isn't it the duty of the rich and powerful to have extravagant tastes? Tonight I plan on taking in everything that Lady Wilde has to offer, and hopefully contribute some...'interesting tastes' myself. So Mr. Black where should we begin?"

The dark eyes of Mister Black did not leave Jayce’s face for a moment, before the other man’s expression broke into a wide smile, and the laugh rang out again.

“Very good, Mister Silver!”

The two men had continued along the corridor, other guests flowing around them, and as they moved further into the house, the sound of jazz music swelled. All at once, Mister Black’s stride paused, and Jayce found himself standing before one of the grand portraits that lined the corridor, the corridor itself bending away to the left.

The woman captured in the portrait is striking, dark eyes seeming to burn out from the painting, midnight black hair spilling down to her shoulders. She is the picture of grace and hidden strength. Jayce's gaze moves down to the name plaque, but in truth, some part of him already knows what he is going to find.

Avery Wilde.

Jayce will be suitably impressed by the portrait, although he has seen the like of it hanging in his own family hall. The women captured in the painting matches the reputation that precedes Avery Wilde.

After a brief pause, Mister Black broke the lull, leaning in slightly.

"Our hostess for the evening. Quite the women, I assure you."

"So I've been told. Someone of her renown is known even in the lowest of circles. Between you and me Black, what's her secret? I've read up on the Wildes' and Avery's ascension to matriarchy but something like that can't be something that comes quickly or easily?"

Mister Black seemed lost in the portrait before them for a moment. When he did turn back towards Jayce, he first cast a quick glance over his shoulder, towards the masked guests that continued to flow past them.

With all the theatricality of a showman, Mister Black raised one slender, black gloved finger to his thin lips, his voice hushed.

“Not here, my curious friend. These walls have ears.”

Another quick glance over his shoulder, his hand dropping to his side, Mister Black spoke again, his voice louder now.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Mister Silver.”

An exaggerated wink from behind the simple mask followed, before Mister Black turned on his heel, apparently losing interest in the grand portrait, and instead moving along the corridor, and towards the depths of the house. The invitation for Jayce to follow was unspoken, but still, it hung in the air all the same. A raised eyebrow under his mask piqued Jayce's curiosity. There was something under the table happening with Avery Wilde. The game was afoot now to discover the greater mystery. As the pair walked deeper into the house the guests quickly became a sea of darkened shadowed masses as he followed Black's lead where ever it was he was leading. As he traversed the halls Jayce quickly grabbed a drink from one of the servers and leisurely sipped it as they moved through the crowd,

"So my monochromatic friend, show me one of the great attractions of a Wilde ball! I'm dying to know what pleasures are in store!"

Beyond the portrait of the Wilde matriarch, the corridor opened up into a grand room. Two doorways to Jayce’s right were wide open, guests flowing through as fluidly as water. More doorways opened in the far wall, ahead of Jayce, more guests, more noise, but two things dominated the room, and drew Jayce’s gaze. The first was the source of the greatest noise, the lively, almost frantic music that had seeped out into the night.

Tall windows broke the wall on the left, nothing but darkness beyond them, but at the foot of the windows were ten musicians, all wearing simple black masks. Ahead of these ten men, the sea of guests moved in rhythm, a dozen men and women, maybe more, dancing to the pulsating jazz.

The staircase was the second thing that caught Jayce’s attention. It was wide, dark wood and rich red carpeting climbing upwards one way, and descending down the other. Grand decorations lined the bannisters, but it was the promise of it that intrigued Jayce. What lay above them? What below?

So caught up in his thoughts, Jayce almost collided with the suddenly halted shape of Mister Black. The tall man had stopped in his stride, a golden pocket watch appearing in one gloved hand. Glancing at the watch, and then back towards Jayce, there was an obvious sparkle in his eye, thin lips breaking into a wide smile.

“You may be in luck, Mister Silver. Here comes the greatest attraction of the Wilde Ball herself!”

Mister Black’s gaze left Jayce, and Jayce followed it back towards the top of the staircase. As the band struck up a new tune, a figure began to descend.