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Fate/Moribund Swarm

D1 - P1

Nanaya Saizou, Master of Assassin
Just Outside of the Church Grounds

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So their enemy had decided to antagonize the neutral party in the structure of this war. On the one hand, this yielded opportunity, and on the other instability. The offer was one he'd have to take back to the others, to see how they would go about it. While he did not particularly expect much from Tohsaka, he at least imagined she would have some sort of input. Anything to help get her more invested was good, in his opinion. Even if that something was forcing her into a situation where she had to be invested.

Well, that was a troubling bit of news either way. Saizou's eyes narrowed momentarily before looking away from the church and back to Arianna, nodding. The burning sensation on the back of his hand faded.

"It is a shame that they resorted to such a method. It does speak to the nature of the foe," He says, giving her a slight, polite smile. "I will take this news back to my side, and we will decide what to do from there."

The situation did not look good for his enemy. He had as much been briefed on the situation with the Church-- there was no need to fight over it, because the institution of the Church itself would not take too kindly to being disrespected in such a way. How they would respond is unknown, but it was as much a certainty that they would respond.

For all he knew, they could attempt to shut the whole thing down. It was not an unreasonable position to take, and from what he knew of the Church, they may very well have the means to do so. Concerning, very concerning. He did not want his team getting caught up in that.

He had need of Matou's talents.

"If it were up to me, I would see you returned to your position. That is, ultimately, the ideal situation for all of us, no?" He bowed once again, dipping in a very formal manner. "Be safe, Overseer. I will see what I can do."

With Assassin nearing, he could scout out the Church. Her ability to conceal herself was second to none, and were he in the position of his enemy, he would not leave the church completely unattended in the event of 'capturing' it. A trap at worst, an alarm at least. In the case of the latter, it allowed the current 'owners' to know if their territory was being contested, and gave them the time to rally their forces. If the alarm is never triggered, though...

Maybe something could be done. In the absence of an Overseer, his authority could be used to its full extent. He stood upright once more, corrected his hat with a smile, and awaited his partner.

Fate/Moribund Swarm

D1 - P1

Nanaya Saizou, Master of Assassin
Just Outside of the Church Grounds

@Gracefully

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Saizou's head tilted slightly at the sight of someone leaving the church, who was not one of the Masters he had been informed of from the German's side. Odd coincidence, to feel a Master nearby at the same time as this occurring. If he waited for a minute, he would likely have Assassin to support him. But if he waited a minute, he might lose the opportunity to meet the Overseer and avoid the enemy Master.

Well, he wasn't going to tell Assassin something he couldn't follow up on.

'I am afraid I cannot promise anything, Assassin. I will try.'

What to think about the Servant he had summoned? She was, arguably, the ideal Servant for him to work with in terms of her abilities. An exceptional spy. A mankiller. There was certainly value in overwhelming strength, but it did not feel appropriate for this setting. Wars were not on might alone, and if this were to be one, then they would have need of her skills as an Assassin.

Personality wise? It was not really his place to judge. If he was to judge, however, he would say her personality did not necessarily mesh with his own on paper. It did, in the fact that he was willing to work with her despite that, but it was as clear as day that she did not regard him as an equal. That fact did not upset him, but it did give him something to consider. How would he amend that? Was it even possible to amend that issue? Was it necessary?

Thoughts for another time.

He approached, his movements and expression betraying nothing beyond a strict posture. The burn on the back of his hand returned as he got closer to the Church. "Excuse me!" He called out to the foreigner in his barely practised English, quickly swapping back to his mother tongue. "You are the holy woman...?" He asked, his tone perfectly neutral.

Tone aside, he was actually pretty sceptical. There was a certain image to priests, nuns and monks. She didn't align with any of them. He brushed his scepticism aside for a moment, reasoning it away. This was an odd situation, it was only natural for it to include odd individuals. How many strange people had he seen in the short few months he had been in Wuhan? Long black hair and European clothes, standing among the bodies of her slaughtered comrades, sifting through them to get to him. She was not Chinese, but she fought for them.

For a moment, he was involuntarily distracted with memories of a girl. He had killed her too, in the end. He focused on the present.

"I am Sargent Nanaya Saizou," He continued, giving the woman a formal bow. Even if she was not the Overseer, that did not mean she was undeserving of politeness. "Representative. I have come to inform you that preparations are complete on our side."

His eyes moved from her to the Church she had come from, blinking a few times. It was an unspoken statement, referring to the presence of a second Master, enough of a tell for her to pick up. He had no intention of entering the Church, so long as the other Master was present.

Luckily, with her outside, he did not need to.

Fate/Moribund Swarm

D1 - P1

Nanaya Saizou, Master of Assassin
Just Outside of the Church Grounds

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The young officer stopped midstep, the burn on the back of his hand taking him away from his idle thoughts of logistics. They were, of course, the most minor form of logistics, concerned with more social things rather than warfare. He intended to purchase some food from a market while it was still morning fresh, a humble gift to the members of the 'team' he now found himself apart of. This, of course, included his Servant. They did not need to eat, but it did not mean they could not. He would be a poor host if he did not at least offer.

Those thoughts would have to wait, though.

It did not take a magus to put together what the burn meant, as he approached the church. Although young, he had partaken in the many battlefields spreading across Eastern Hubei in his short time as a soldier, and fought his fair share of unnatural foe. One might even say that was his very purpose in life. As such, with that experience, he dared not take another step forward.

Saizou took a pace back.

The burning halted. That was all he needed to know. He had likely been a blip on the radar of the other party. The officer was alone, where the potential adversary could have been numerous. While the Church was meant to be neutral ground, such things had been violated in the past. No, he would not go into that situation alone.

Saizou reached out to his Servant.

He disliked the term Servant. The intent of it was clear to him, but the actual use of the word was, nonetheless, distasteful based on the relationship between the Master and the Servant. While the Master was intended to be the party with the 'power', this was quite clearly not the case. Servants were only reliant on their Master for as long as they required a consistent source of power.

In every other respect, the Servant was the powerful one. Command Seals had their worth, yes, but Saizou knew a thing or to about moving quickly, and if his understanding of Servants was correct, it was safe to say they were even faster than him.

One could not say how successful an undesirable command would be if the aforementioned Servant is within proximity of the one issuing the command.

Rather than take the approach of a summoner and their familiar, he would instead approach their relationship as partners. He had as much made it clear upon summoning her.

Through their connection, he tried to make a few ideas known; Danger, concern, and something akin to 'I would really appreciate a hand, if you're not busy'.

To the point and honest, and without a lick of pride. Saizou was no magus, he would be candid with those around him, nor was he so arrogant to think that his pride meant anything before the mission. If that meant calling on his Servant at the first sign of a possible scuffle? Boy howdy you could bet he was going to do that. While Saizou could easily leave the matter to the Overseer, he would not take risks.

An opportunity to gather information had presented itself to him, and he would take it. Rather than charging at the threat head first, he'd remove himself from the situation - if only momentarily - until his own Servant arrived.

The uniformed lad turned on his heel, and made some more space between him and the Church, bringing a hand up to tilt the visor of his hat down somewhat. He blended in perfectly with the city, a simple officer on patrol through the quieter parts of town.

Secure the grail. Secure the wish. The mission started here.

Fate/Moribund Swarm

IJA Representative

Imperial Japanese Army Representative
Gunsō Nanaya Saizō

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Name: Saizou Nanaya

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Personality:
Professional, astute, and placid. On the surface, these three words describe Saizou Nanaya perfectly. Not one to rise to provocation or any overly emotive response, he approaches life with an observant and cautious eye. Although a young officer, Saizou already carries himself with the aura of a soldier due to his life as a Nanaya. The activities of a soldier are actually more of a vacation for him than anything serious.

Although the picture of a professional and impassionate killer on the surface, Saizou's allies may notice the streak of comradery present in the young man. To those he has fought beside, he offers small smiles and the occasional bit of banter, showing that past the exterior of a warrior there might just be a kid who likes to mess around every now and then. Such behaviour would be considered unbecoming for a Nanaya heir, but luckily for him, he's not with them right now. He's with the Imperial Japanese Army.

Saizou is one of the individuals in the war who, simply put, does not actually care about the subject matter of it. This fact is likely part of why he was chosen, his rather unidological view of the world could not possibly harm Japan, should his wish be granted. He shows no intense desire to change the world, nor to become an important player. One might say he is content with his lot in life.

This is only half the truth. While he may not care for the grail or any wish, if given the opportunity, he would still make one. It would be a wish befitting something as singleminded as a Nanaya; the death of all oni-kind, half-blooded and full.

Appearance:
A pale man by even the standards of his kin. Saizou dresses immaculately, his uniform without fault and his hair hidden away behind his officers hat a majority of the time. Beneath it all is a refined body with its fair share of scars, some quite old, most recent. His eyes are a cold, unnatural blue for a Japanese man such as himself, making him otherwise stand out compared to his plain and professional appearance.

Biography:
Kill the body, become the mind.

Saizou's life prior to being conscripted was nothing but that. Through the attachment to his body being nullified, he could push it to the extremes demanded of the Nanaya. Through becoming a mind contained within a weapon, he could better understand the techniques a Nanaya scion must learn. The death of bodily attachment leads to mastery of the mind, which leads to the forging of the weapon.

As expected, he mastered the Nanaya arts of Sensou and Sensa at a young age. Anything less would have been a disappointment. By the time he had stepped into being a teenager, he had already added his own techniques to the Nanaya Killing Arts. He was the ideal child-- until he was not.

Japan had been at war long before World War II. Maybe not officially, but it was clear to see that after the Meiji Restoration, Japan had been on the warpath, desiring conquest of local lands. The subjugation of the Chinese tribute state of Korea, the invasion of Manchuria, Russo-Japanese war-- and so on. The Nanaya and other families took part in their own ways, not to fight the enemies of the Emperor, but to slay their own foes-- monsters and demons which resided elsewhere. They developed and grew through these encounters, becoming more power. Japan desired to be like its western neighbours, partaking in Imperialism, then seen as a badge of 'authenticity' which belonged only to the true powers of the world. Naturally, none of this was looked upon with any positivity by the west.

"The West taught Japan poker, but after winning all the chips, declared the game immoral." Said a diplomat at the time.

And so they fought their wars and expanded, and now it comes to a head. Japan has not turned away young men for its military forces since 1868, enforcing conscription on those between the ages of 17 and 40. None are exempt from hearing the call of the Emperor, even those of a family such as the Nanaya. Of course, the Nanaya always had the option of ignoring said call, retreating to places less populated to continue their lives there, but Saizou did not ignore the call. Once of age, he left his family behind with a mere note saying:

"Be back soon. Going on vacation.
- Your son, Saizou"

Indeed, by Nanaya standards, Saizou is the epitome of a delinquent.

Upon joining the Imperial Japanese Army, Saizou's lineage was recognized by those of notable importance. Rather than being sent to fight in the theatres of the Philipines and Malaya, he was inducted into a section of the army akin to the Kenpeitai. On the surface, they were the Kenpeitai. If anyone asked, they were Kenpeitai. But their true function was more esoteric. The enemies of Japan would not just act through ships and guns, but through other stranger means. Saizou is one of the responses to this reality-- a mind contained within a weapon. A weapon made for killing demons.

Of course, some of the half-blooded in the higher rungs of society would rather not see one of their natural enemies working for them, but alas. Better to have a Nanaya pointed at the foe than at you.

Due to his inclination towards supernatural threats, Saizou was chosen to act as the IJA's guardian for the Holy Grail, and to exterminate those foreigners who would seek to steal from Japanese soil. While Saizou does not particularly have any strong patriotic feelings, his views on the world are in a state of evolution. He contrasts the world of today with the world of his ancestors, and he realizes that the monster humans need protecting from may simply be outsiders.

Really though, there's not much to say about someone from a weird shutin family of murderers.

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Family History: While not a magus, the Nanaya family does have a somewhat notable history. Mostly due to the fact they kill demon half-breeds for a living.

Origin: Yūgen

Elemental Affinity: Water

Number of Magic Circuits: D

Quality of Magic Circuits: A

Od: A

Magecraft:
Pure Eyes: Discernment of the Shortest Path
Saizou's manifestation of the Nanaya's ESP abilities. His Pure Eyes observe probability and simultaneously calculate the most likely course of action based on the previous and current actions of the observed. This 'clairvoyance' allows Saizou to be aware of the most likely course of action of those around him within three seconds before it occurring. This can be effective anything from simple conversation to a battle between several individuals.

Naturally, these eyes are not absolute. These calculations are ultimately based on probability, and the most probable action is not always the action that will occur. However, instances of actions which reject probability are outliers compared to the consistency of his eyes.

Houjutsu: Binding Edict
Among the spells employed by Houjutsu users, the Binding Edict is among the easier to learn. All it requires is some unsullied Ofuda, a talented caligraphy hand, some magical energy, and a non-human, demon target. It restrains their movement and makes them easier to dispatch. The spell is absolutely useless against human targets, even those with half-blood.

Equipment:

• Sword
  As expected of a member of the Nanaya, Saizou carries a personal blade with him. It is not a unique blade beyond the fact it is of high quality.
• Switchblade
  Used for cutting fruit. Inscribed with his family name at the base.
• Uniform
  He wears it well. He actually has several sets, due to the unique nature of his work.
• Funds
  While not his money, Saizou has access to whatever funds are required for the completion of his task. This does not mean he can go around spending absurd amounts, but he has near-limitless amounts of money, so long as it is spent within reason and not obviously wasteful.
• Kenpeitai Tokumu Han Warrant
  A special warrant of the Kenpeitai. It gives Saizou commandeering and judicial powers. Execution of citizens for defeatism and other treasonous behaviours is among these powers.

Skills:
Nanaya Killing Arts
Techniques which can only be used by those who have pushed their bodies to their absolute human limit. These techniques were developed to kill things far more terrifying than men and magi. The Nanaya Killing Arts can be broken up into two broader categories; Sensou, the ability to move faster than the human eye can perceive, and Sensa, the ability to attack with that same speed. In other terms, Sensou refers to killing techniques used with the arms, and sensa are the techniques which employ use of the legs. Employed together, they create a combatant faster and more deadly than most men on the planet.

Murder Impulse
When faced with non-human foes, the Nanaya's instinctive drive to kill them kicks in. While Saizou is a deadly combatant as it is, once the instinctive drive is active, he becomes far more efficient at utilizing the techniques of his family.

Fate/Dark Amazon

Master

Nergui Ganzorig
Spellcaster of Barbaric Might


Name: Nergui Huan-Ji Ganzorig

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Personality: What is best in life? No, nothing about slaying enemies and their women. To have good enemies is to have lived a good life, to have endured struggles of mind and body is the sign of a true character, to feel and experience as much as possible within the short span of consciousness we have as ‘us’, that is what is best in life. To conquer, not just other individuals, but your own weaknesses and misgivings, to rise above the limits set before you - that is what is best in life. Everything else is simply monotony, the safe path most walked.

That is the philosophy of Nergui. A larger than life character, Nergui is a man who is dedicated vanquishing his disadvantages of self, and ascending what he was merely moments before. An intense and intimidating individual from the outset, Nergui actually holds very little in the way of negative emotion in his heart, a largely positive individual who only sees the best in being challenged.

He can see the value in things like the long-term self-good of virtue, but he also appreciates the momentary pleasures and hedonism, partaking of both things equally. Things like this ‘Grail War’ are a means to entertain himself, to have a good fight, to earn money, but above all else, to better himself and learn from the experiences of others. Be it through conversation, or through their fists, Nergui is a man who likes to discuss the world.

Biography: Negrui Ganzorig has no one role he follows. He is very much a wanderer, going from place to place and taking on odd work as he involves himself in the culture of the area he is currently visiting. He has been a kebab chef, nightclub security, tour guide, and many other things. In the mundane world, he partakes in mundane things.

But in the midnight world, he is something of a known element. A Spellcaster - an individual who makes use of magecraft, not to find the Records, but for their own interests - who takes on work from other magus and other supernaturally involved people as close security and enforcement, he revels in the opportunity to fight and converse with those who are also exceptional beings, those who have surpassed the limits of humanity.

The Spellcaster known as Ganzorig was not always a world warrior. The very few remaining shaman of the Mongolian steppe and Gobi desert are not a modern people, living among small, poor rural communities, surviving off of the land and through the mercy of the elements. Though barren and difficult to live off, the Steppe is yet still a place of wonder, where the open plains meet the heavens in a seemingly never ending stretch. It is a blessed place, and it is for that reason that the Tengrist shaman have never left their ancestral home to better modernize and thrive in the modern world. A weak child born to this place must have something to protect them, if they cannot rely on their body, be they common folk or shaman. For Negrui, initially sickly, it was his mind of steel. An unbreakable resolve even in the face of a fate which seemed to be against him.
This will saw him confront a pack of Steppe wolves. While in theory an easy meal for those predators in the middle of the night, the blood of the apprentice shaman was not spilled. Encircling him, he did not back away, nor quiver or shake, feeling no fear.

If that was to be the boy’s death, to return to the Great Eternal Blue so soon, then so be it. He would not escape the call of his ancestor, the Blue Wolf. No blood was spilled. The predators backed away.

On that blessed Steppe, it was as if Negrui was visited by something far greater. From then onwards, his persistent weakness seemed to fade, allowing him to grow and thrive as a man of the Steppe should. His mentor, upon hearing of this event, and seeing the effects of it upon the young Negrui, named him ‘Ganzorig’, Iron Courage.

In truth, Negrui is not the greatest Shaman to come out of their traditions in recent memory. Even seemingly blessed by the ancestor-beings, his mentor yet still overpowers him. Where his mentor is a monster of the elements in human flesh, Ganzorig is merely a man - a man who tries to thrive in this weird world.

Family History: Although the name ‘Ganzorig’ is one given to him by his mentor, Nergui’s family has a long tradition of Tengri Shamanism, (or Shamanism of the Eternal Blue). Naturally, their craft is considered backwater and unusual by both western and eastern magus. It is an exceedingly rare craft, which has somehow managed to survive to this day.

Origin: Primal

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: C

Od: A

Magecraft:
Tengri Totemism
A totem, in short, is a spiritual being and/or object which represents a culture, family, lineage or tradition. The craft ot totemism is one that can be associated to the wider idea of the creation of ‘guardians’ in western magecraft, entities which protect the territory of a magus. The Tengrist tradition within Negrui’s lineage is somewhat different from their cousins across the world.

Negrui’s body is the totem, host to the entities which represent the Tengrists of the Mongolian Steppe. Most notably, his body is ‘supported’ by the Blue Wolf (Borte Chono) and Fallow Doe (Gua Maral). They do not inhabit his body directly, such would be suicide, but they do lend him power through the turkic ‘runes’ and characters which consist of the totem across Negrui’s body. The ‘entity’ of the totem is one which facilitates a connection between two greater beings, the two ultimate creatures of Mongolian myth. As their champion in the modern era, he may call on strength, speed and durability beyond that of a man. He is blessed with the senses and vitality to match, filled with the energy of a stallion, the ears of a wolf, and the eyes of a hawk. On top of this, any wounds he may receive heal at an accelerated rate, turning a lethal, but survivable. wound into an affair of a few days rest, and a removed limb being capable of relatively easy reattachment.

There’s a certain primitive and primal element when observing Negrui’s body in action, reminding one more of a beast than a man or magus. He brings forth the idea of a man born in the wrong era, of a leader of clansmen and conqueror of the undeserving. A benevolent tyrant, maybe.

Great Eternal Blue Plains, the Conqueror's Mount Thunders
Other than the totemic alterations to his body, this technique is the only other magecraft which Negrui has access to. It is not intended to harm, but to remove deceptions and dishonesty between men. Through a four count aria and a forceful stomp of his foot, Negrui casts a spell to disrupt and/or break illusions and restraints on himself, with the aim of allowing himself to fight truthfully.

Heaven's Forecast
Through use of something as simple as a few pebbles and a puddle of water, Negrui is capable of getting accurate and precise read of upcoming weather for up to a weeks notice. It's a relatively minor application of his craft, but it is one which is still used even among the common folk of the Steppe.

Equipment:
x3 Books. Nothing special about them, just two pieces of fiction and an autobiography.

Wraith Request Form
Designation: Magus or Non-Magus. As long as they lived their life as they wished to. He's not a picky guy.

Skills:
Survivalist
Negrui has gone quite some time in the wilderness by himself, be it a desert or a jungle. He is aware of how to look after himself and others in such an environment, from preparation of food to setting up shelter and navigation, he is quite handy to have around if you’re lost in the middle of nowhere.

Magus-Killer
While not one who makes a living by killing magi, he has had to do the deed in the past a number of times, enough so that he has quite a good sense when it comes to combatting them.

Primal Conflict
There is no real martial art to how Negrui fights. When he does, he fights with the natural intuition granted to all man, with the common sense of how his body functions, with the understanding of what hurts, what will be effective, and what will not be. Of course, he knows how to punch and kick properly, but that is not a martial art. It is the most primordial form of conflict for men, a beastly means of using one's limbs and the environment around them as weapons. Still, while there is no ‘art’ to it, it is a notably effective way of fighting.

Fate/Dark Amazon ["Holy Grail War" with a twist]

Dark Amazon Prime, killing anime with holy grail wars

Sengoku City: Zero Pressure - A high octane over-the-top action RP

A Different Time...

The fires burned, their unnatural blue-purple colouring casting its self over the entire area. It'd take a long time for the labs to be completely repaired after this.

"Is there anyone left inside?" Sen Daiou had been part of the disciplinary committee from the day he first stepped through those gates, a no-nonsense and serious sort who fit the bill of a member perfectly. He'd seen all sorts of delinquents try to disrupt the delicate order set up by the Council, but this act of arson felt off. The Labs were, for the most part, an untouched part of the school by delinquents, mostly because they had nothing to gain from it. Certainly not worth an unusual blue-fire bombing. Not to mention the amount of trouble you could get into for it was not worth it.

"One! I-Ikusa Kikai. She was in Lab 7 when it went off." One of the evacuated bespectacled Science Club members. Sen quirked a brow, perpetual frown deepening somewhat.

Lab 7 was where the fire originated from, according to the security feeds.

"What was she doing in there?" The Disciplinary Committee member asked, keeping his hawkish eyes on the blue blaze in front of him - the bad feeling in his gut was not going away.

"Uhm...she was being rather secretive about the details, but she claimed to have been nearing a breakthrough in Zero Press-"

"Movement, Daiou-sempai!" One of the additional Committee members who he had brought with him barked, cutting off the Science Club member before he could elaborate further. Sen knew how that would end anyway, and the involvement of Zero Pressure only made the report that much difficult to write.

The dark silhouette of a person shambled through the flames towards the exit, unimpaired by the heat and fire. The fire seemed to move at its approach. Sen brought a hand down to his chosen weapon, the trusty combat knife.

It stepped out from the burning labs, the fire its self clinging to most of her body, an uncovered red eye staring forward madly at the evacuated Science Club members and the Committee response. She took a step forward. Sen raised his hand, stopping any action by the other Disciplinary Committee members under his command.

"Kikai-san?" Asked another one of the Science Club members, disbelief and awe in their voice. The girl, seemingly unaware at the inferno burning away on her body, looked towards the speaker, eye wide.

"Can you hear us, Ikusa Kikai-san?" Sen inquired, grip on the stowed away knife tightening; his bad feeling was coming from her. The response they got was a mutter, only a slight movement of the lips. Sen tilted his head, as if asking her to repeat.

"...It has to go..." The fires clinging to Ikusa intensified, even moving and taking shape on her. They almost started look like...arms?

The knife was already leaving its holster when the burning girl charged him, parrying a weapon seemingly made from the same blaze which burned around them, stopping it from hitting one of the Science Club members. He forced Ikusa back from their brief clash, each now-combatant landing a few feet away from one another - one in front of the Science Club members and the other in front of the burning labs. In that brief second, all the Disciplinary Committee members present had readied themselves for a fight.

"This is quite the act of delinquency, Ikusa Kikai-san..." He brought the knife into stance, light from the labs glinting off of its flat. "I hope you are ready to face the consequences."

The ungodly wail was her answer. She charged, six apparitions for arms following her.

...

The pain of the knife could be ignored. She had literally been through worse that day. It was the exhaustion which was killing her, feeling all of her energy drained from fighting, both outnumbered and out skilled by her encounter with the Disciplinary Committee. Not that it helped them in the end.

Shambling through the back alleys of Sengoku naked was not a smart decision, but it was the only one she had left. What she had learned in the labs... had to be forgotten. She was not use to anyone if she forced herself to forget, and the President would not allow her to forget if she stuck around. She had to find help for her condition and soon, if it wasn't the burns then the knife would have done her in eventually. There was only one place left for her to go...

A certain back alley doctor.

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Currently

If you're going to do anything, do it with a smile; that is the current motto of one Ms. Kikai. Unfortunately for everyone else, Ikusa's idea of a smile appeared to be anything but friendly. It wasn't a huge thing, but it did a good job at showing teeth and adding to the whole 'dangerous' look going on with Ikusa, althought admittedly not as much of a contributor as the knife sticking out of her brow like it's no big deal or the mummy-like bandage work.

The cafeteria staff were on the other end of it as she went through the lunch-time motions. Even upon receiving the harmful-smelling waste that the cooking club managed to produce for her sorts, the smile did not waver. Even when finding a table all to herself (some students would rather stand than be near her, for whatever reason), and actually ingesting the 'food', Ikusa smiled. If you're going to do anything, including eating something which is so bad it could give Gordon Ramsay an aneurysm, do it with a smile. Not even a flinch out of Ikusa.

While the food was beyond awful, it was not actually doing any harm to her. Sustenance was sustenance after all, and delinquents made the choice to walk the hard path - that included less-than-ideal school lunches on top of fighting the power - and they had to accept it. And accept it she did, eating the food without any complaint. In fact, her lack of reaction to the sickening food frustrated some of the Cooking Club members, they had made it specifically to get a reaction out of the 'scum' after all. Tilting her head upwards, she let out a little hum, feet kicking under the chair joyously.

"I wonder what the President will talk about today."

Sengoku City: Zero Pressure - A high octane over-the-top action RP

Sorry about the absence there, was in France for a few days with terrible wi-fi.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Sent a character app your way!

Sengoku City: Zero Pressure - A high octane over-the-top action RP

"Hurt me more! It makes me stronger!" [+]

Name: Isuka Kikai
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: A stormcrow and a warhawk, Ikusa has a single-minded drive towards finding her next opponent and fighting them. Her interest in the politics of Sengoku City extend to where the next big clash is going to happen, and how she can work her way into it. Her odd obsession, which seems to be fueled by something completely unknown, leads to her being regarded as an intense and absurd girl, shoehorning her into the role of a 'wandering storm' through out Sengoku City. Although definitely battle-mad, she does not seem to be a killer. Looking deeper than that, the bandaged girl is quite savvy about, well, things in general if you can get her into an actual conversation.

Brief History: Most would not believe it if they heard it, but Isuka was once a rising star in the Science Club, working towards deciphering the secrets of Zero Pressure. Those within the Science Club would remember her and her sudden 'change' of personality and unlocking of her abilities, suspiciously not long after she claimed that she might have made a breakthrough in Zero Pressure research. Whatever she learned is now long gone, destroyed in the midst of her initial rampage and most likely intentionally forgotten by Isuka. Now she wanders Sengoku, picking fights and occasionally attending lessons... much to the displeasure of her classmates.
Weapons: Uuh...
Abilities:

• Kali-Durga: Ikusa has the ability to generate energy in the shape of solid structures, these shapes always being additional arms and weapons for them. The number of limbs and weapons she can generate are limited by her ability to properly control and conceptualize them, capping the number of arms at an additional six at a time, with eight weapons max present at any given moment. It is unknown if this is part of her power, but she seems to have intricate knowledge on how to use every weapon she generates to a masterful level.
• Draupadi Inferno: One of Ikusa's weapons becomes wreathed in a flame of a similar purple-hue to the rest of her projected structures. The next attack with that weapon becomes devastatingly explosive - which means it rarely sees use on her weapons, short of maybe a javelin. This can only functionally be used twice in a single battle, as it is simply the raw 'energy' which she uses in a wild, volatile form and condensed, creating great strain on her ability to control.
• Shakti-Parvati: An additional stage to Kali-Durga which she has yet to unlock. It'll happen, someday.

Side: Delinquent
Club: N/A

"Down on your knees like the dog you are! Show your loyalty you piece of trash! Sengoku High School has no place for people who won't obey their Student Council President!"