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As requested by Firo here is my accepted CS available for others to look at.




Christopher Francis


Everything happened so fast. Chris barely had time to armor his body when the building toppled over. The impact made him a bit disoriented, buried under debris he didn't even notice there was anyone near him until he felt Brent move him aside. The movement jolted some of his perception.
He was a bit surprised, and thankful, that Brent's voice came on the cuff. Not that he particularly liked Brent, but that meant that there were survivors nonetheless. Hopefully the whole crew was able to survive, and while he didn't want to admit it, most of his thoughts were on what was Siena's fate.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." The arbiter spoke lightly, knowing Brent was near him.
"Cuff Transmit."
There was a pause as he was still trying to get some of his bearings.
"This is Chris, Don't bother digging me out I can take care of myself, focus on anyone else that needs it. I'm going to start transforming now so if there is anyone near me you have about three minutes to clear away."

If things weren't so hectic right now he would have waited to make sure there was space for him to transfer as to not risk others, but shit was going down now and he couldn't afford to waste time with his transformation. Helping survivors wasn't his specialty, he needed to go on the offense as soon as possible. According to Brent's screaming Christmas was already down, hopefully he isn't dead. More over, the others could take care of themselves well enough, Brent seemed to be taking the role to restore order and get everyone else that needed help. He remained confident that Brent and whoever else that were still OK could take care of that.

Even though he felt his body crushed under all the objects that covered him, Chris began his transformation. His hardened scales over his body cracked and fell apart like glass as the skin beneath began to sag and blacken into tar. It took a great deal of willpower not to scream through the pain and otherwise odd body experience. He felt his crushed body weaken as he began to pool over the floorboards.

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A Friendly Chat




Brent | Chris


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After securing Siena in the APC, Brent found himself outside once more. A burden had been lifted from his body, not merely a physical one, but something else. His hands clenched into fists and then slowly released, before he slapped himself on both sides of his cheeks. A slightly red blush emerged as he broke off into a jog, towards Chris and Lawrence. There was still work to be done, still people to help, still more chances for him to lessen the weight on others and the burden on himself.

Slowing down as he approached the curled up dragon, Brent said, as he pulled Lawrence up and over his shoulders, "Yo, Chris, didn't you hear? We need to get going now."

The beast let out a groan as he stood upright. With someone to carry Lawrence he didn't have an excuse to lie around anymore. A part of him wanted to crush Brent, Jealousy combined with the thoughts of a monster that if it hadn't been tamed, perhaps would have drove Chris down that path. It was better to just ignore it if anything, and Brent was of course right, they needed to move. Instead of reverting to a mortal body, he just marched down to leave without waiting for Brent to catch up.

Well, that was easy. Shrugging at the dragon arbiter's lack of shits given, Brent trudged on behind him. Was he just planning on flying back to USARILN? Or was he just going to lay on the APC for the ride back? He would have scratched his head if he could, but ultimately, the brunette picked up the pace, calling out, "Yo, Chris! There's a bunch of regulars in the APC, so maybe you should transform back or something? Don't want to give them more heartattacks and all!"

He was right, if they were harboring anyone not used to friendly subnaturals, his form would certainly put them on edge. Although he didn't want to be naked for the whole ride, maybe someone has a towel for him. The dragon shifted his form, letting out a small cry as its body shriveled and contorted slowly. It swirled slowly with shattering scales and blood until the biomass took a smaller humanoid shape. The process took about 3 minutes, but once the body ceased its stirring, Chris remained in a naked body. He did not bear any of the wounds his beastial form had taken.

The arbiter stood up with a sigh as he wrapped his arms around his chest. He didn't like being exposed like this, but he had to get used to this kind of thing given his power.

Interesting. Watching from behind as Chris shrivelled into a human form, shedding scales onto the ground, Brent used this chance to catch up to the pale shrimp. Before the pale youth could start causing a whole different set of trauma towards people, the brunette quickly and efficiently removed Lawrence's pants,

"Here ya go," he said, handing the pair of bloodied trousers over, "Learned this trick from Lawrence. You need my jacket too, or naw?"

The kid redeemed himself. Chris took the pants and quickly put them on. If it was any other situation he would have refused to wear such dirty clothing, but it was serviceable nonetheless. "No, I don't like wearing someone else's clothing. The pants will be serviceable enough." He continued to walk with his arms crossed over his chest again. He didn't have much else to share in words.

"Alright then," Brent replied. It must have been the melancholy of that final fight getting to the pale arbiter, wasn't it? He remembered Siena's own words, her own gratitude, and nodded to himself. Better to pay it forward. "You did good that fight, Chris," the brunette said, with a lopsided grin, "Thanks for dealing with those birds. Was shitting myself during the first ten or so minutes with those things flying about."

Chris's face nearly twitched into a smile, had he not kept a firm expression facing forward. A compliment? Now Chris's disdain towards him was mixed. He certainly wasn't trying to offend him, at least thats what he could pick up on by his persona. Maybe he was just overreacting to the whole scene. He shouldn't be so focused on trivial social matters on the battlefield anyway.

It took him a while to exit his train of thought and reply. "I do my best, if I am to make this curse any use for the rest of us." He glanced back to Brent briefly before staring into the ground ahead of him. [/color=red]"I..I do my best to save people, but I can only do so much as a giant monster, I'm glad you were there to help Siena get back on her feet, it means a lot to me."[/color]

"Dude," Brent said with a laugh, playfully kicking him in the knee, "You can do a hell lot as a giant, flying badass flame-lizard. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone else was already doing their best with dealing with the whole triple sub threat, I would have just told you to fly in there and flamethrower them all!"

"For real though," he continued, a little more seriously, "Your power's not a curse. It's not even a x-marked power. It's hella useful as the only ability that grants flight, durability, super strength, long-ranged attacks, AND a form of healing. If you learned to control your strength more, you'd be able to do way more than Sander or Callan."

"And as for Siena, don't mention it. She's a..." What? "...friend to me too. Us Unit B kids gotta keep tight, after all."

It wasn't just his persona, the conversation with Brent gave Chris a sense of nostalgia. It felt like he was 12 again hanging out with his friends....when he had friends. The reminder caused him to smile briefly to himself. "Yeah. I won't lie I do have that sensation of being immortal or unstoppable after I transform...Theres also some sort of...cathartic feeling when I get to destroy a monster or two."

He sighed. "Though the innability to communicate properly is a pain. I was thinking about starting to train my normal state too just in case if I can't transform or if my transformation isn't needed. I can still breathe fire and even grow armor-like scales when I'm not transformed too, I just want to get a weapon first before I even start to train myself with that." As he conversed, his arms lowered to his sides, no longer was he so reclusive about the situation.

Chris's loosening up didn't go unnoticed by the observant arbiter, and Brent grinned at that. It was interesting, that he had access to his draconic heritage even without transforming, but that was talk for another time. Powers were interesting, but the brunette decided that it was better not to think about it for now.

"Eh, that sounds just like procrastination to me," he replied, "Gotta get some meat on your bones before you consider actually fighting, you know? All the CQC in the world isn't gonna help you if you don't have muscle to make your attacks matter. And as for being unable to communicate..."

"...how about you learn morse code? Short roars for dots and long roars for lines?"

He laughed at his own joke, wondering how odd it was for him to be able to laugh at all after such a dire situation.

He chuckled a bit at the comment himself. "I tend to roar a lot as it is, that just seems to much effort for me to deal with." He looked up for a moment. "The only solution we got down so far, as you recall, is Siena being able to translate what I'm thinking. Only, I can't rely on her for that all the time, she needs to take other names too to be effective." He paused in thought. "Though my form has been taking rapid changes, so maybe I might evolve something to help out with that problem."

"Or maybe you really should consider using your dragon form only as a last resort," Brent suggested, "And focus your attention on controlling your non-transformed abilities."

"That would be easier if the transformation was a lot faster and less painful." He commented. "Though if I can be useful without having to go through that suffering every battle, then yeah thats something I want to start practicing."

"Get yourself a lance as well. Become the Dragoon to your Dragon." He wondered a bit. "Wait, can you like...use your dragon scales as building materials?"

"Never thought about it. The scales seem to disappear when I go from dragon to human but I haven't tried to shed any scales in human form." He put a hand on his chin.]
"Given the fact that the scales are impervious to heat, It'd be difficult to mend them in anyway. Though with your powers maybe you could craft something with it?"

Brent shook his head. "No way man, can't do anything with magical objects...but hey, that's all things to think about for our next training date with Siena and Angelic, eh? Real shame we didn't get to pull off the flying death fortress, but you lose some you win some."

"Well there is always next time. The flying fortress idea sounds good on paper but we should try to work on that on our next training session too."

"Maybe you'll grow even bigger next time, and we can start dropping Sanders and Callans like nukes."

"Fun idea." He smiled.

"Genius idea." Brent corrected. "On par with Grant's legendary pantsing techniques."

Entering the APC awkwardly with Lawrence still on his back, Brent found a nice little corner to prop the older student against, before stretching out his spine. It had filled up again, hadn't it? Eyeing the unconscious, bandaged Angelic and the one seat that remained beside her, he made a conscious decision not to take that seat, and instead, settled for the one by Siena once more.

After such a rough fight, as well as her tumble with Hazel, no doubt this would be a perfect time for Chris to bond with the heavy metal screamer.

He shot one last, encouraging smile towards Chris.

Good luck, bro.

He was a bit confused at Brent's gesture, but didn't want to think much of it. In truth he wanted to sit next to Siena, however it wasn't that important for him to argue over it or anything. Instead he just took the seat by Angelique in silence. His thoughts now focused on what the hell they were fighting back there.
We had one casuality and others were severely injured...I guess thats better on paper then our last fight but..they sent us to fight other subnaturals?
The thought made him a bit sick, so he tried to focus on other things.
Chris' upgrade

Cooldown is reduced to six hours. Duration of dragon form now lengthened to three hours.
Christopher Francis


𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / ~𝟙𝟟𝟝𝟝


During Chris's flight, a vision had suddenly confronted him. He was once again welcomed to a world of grey skies and dark abyss. All around him what appeared to be iridescent water fell around him like rain, only the droplets avoided him as if they were repelled by his mere presence; All but one that was. A single drop fell onto his forehead, the liquid trickled down his forehead to his left cheek and became absorbed into his skin. It had fallen on him as if magnetized by his form. In that brief moment of feeling that water, strangely warm, soak into his skin; he felt the presence of eyes upon him. Even stranger, he felt no danger by the presence. He didn't even bother to look if he could at all. He felt it only as curious if not utterly silent, and in a way it was almost comforting.

Time resumed with Chris's vision blurry from the instance. For a second he thought he had forgotten where he was or what he was doing due to the instant disorientation of the transition between the vision and reality. Since the situation with Hazel seemed to have just gotten under control, Christmas could not heal his wounds, The whereabouts of the current enemy subnaturals, and that Brent had told him to ignore Angelique's order in the first place; Chris flew towards the designated beacon Brent had described.

He arrived with a roar. Chris's dragon form has already taken a great deal of abuse; his wounds coupled with crimson blood oozing from shattered scales and deep forming scars reminded him that he wasn't in the best condition to be reckless. He had started to circle above the field to get a better idea of the situation. From his point he could already see Sav and Lawrence floating...Lawrence especially seemed odd, but he was too far away to see any details. Hoping to receive further instructions, and that this whole scene wasn't an ambush against him, Chris descended to where he saw Kusari and the others. Having landed nearby with a great thud of his own weight, The dragon arbiter awaited some sort of instruction from the party as he was uncertain.

What the hell is going on?


A thought he wanted to express in words, but his form could bare him no such communication.
My interest is peaked. Since this does seem like a god-Esq roleplay heavy on world building, is the logic of this world more mythology based or straightforward reasonable, or somewhere in the middle? (I.E. The strange stories tied within various mythologies such as greek, Egyptian, Norse, etc.)
Christopher Francis


𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / 𝟙𝟟𝟝𝟘



Chris didn't expect to be swallowed whole by the construct, perhaps he should have tried a different maneuver in hindsight. However a new plan struck his fancy after being trapped face first in its maw; He could destroy it from within. That idea was before the serpent went haywire. With the construct's deactivation and its subsequent crash, Chris took a moment to fathom that the creature was no longer active before he began to push upward. A breath of flames shot up to the upper jaw of the snake to melt a hole straight through its head. Coupled with a few pushing jolts Chris busted through the mechanical beast with a triumphant cry.

“Chris, Angel here. Join us up as soon as you are done dealing with your targets. If you need healing, Christmas is going to be with us ”

With no more enemies in sight, Chris's adrenaline had worn down and with it returned the sensation of aching pain along his bleeding form. He hadn't even considered getting himself healed until Angel brought it up. More importantly, he had a new set of orders in perfect timing. While he wanted to go right away and help out with the subnatural threat, regrouping and healing up would be far more effective and less reckless.

the dragon arbiter finished pulling out of the metal corpse and flew back into the air. His eyes scanned the earth below as he flew towards offensive support's designation.
Christopher Francis


𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / 𝟙𝟟𝟜𝟝



It had appeared that Factory had been defeated. However three enemy subnaturals now revealed themselves at evac team, if the voices from the cuff fused with his leg was correct. All the while the serpent was still moving despite all the damage it had taking. The thought of three individuals with unknown powers had Chris worried over evac team. Whoever they were, these strangers had their own motives and intelligence apart from these damned monsters. He had to go assist as soon as possible, but this construct wasn't going to let him go after a blow like that.

His priority was the serpent construct. Determined to defeat the construct, and knowing that time was critical, Chris abandoned any sense of patience or safe strategy. Instead, the dragon returned a fierce roar as he flew directly towards the serpent, head drawn down so that his horns were facing front. He intended to dive straight in and strike the head of the metal snake directly with hope that he'd be successful with little injury.
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