Crusader Lord

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

Freakshow

"Hey there! Luna, right? I didn't have you listed down here, for whatever reason, but you're welcome to participate."

Ms Duff

Luna waved back with one hand casually in return.

Yet as she walked up to the group the ex-ganger could almost feel the eyes of a certain 'Alchemist' on her, even if breifly at least, but it seemed no one else was going to acknowledge her presence. Not that they even had to, really, and she was almost glad in part that no one much paid her mind. A sad thing to think, perhaps, but the white-haired younger woman mostly wanted to talk to Ms Duff for the most part. Well, at least that was the intent. Stray taking up a bet over almost thirteen dollars spoke volumes as he seemed to tap the little pyramid object Ms Duff was holding and zoomed off like a homeless warlock on the prowl, and Rupa wanting phone numbers felt a bit strange even if that stutter when talking about Ms Duff's number was a bit telling. Heh.

Even so, some seemingly weren't going to just 'give up' either despite the ill-gain-aims of the older man.

"But, it's not over yet! We might be able to find some, and I want to learn more about my new home. Maybe we can beat that coin, hmm?"

Big Cinnamon Roll (Crane)

That one's codename was 'Crane', yes? Yes. Being a giant girl was a hard powerset to mis-identify in the practical sense, Luna supposed, though she couldn't help but crack a small smile at the giant girl's enthusiasm. But...the smile would quietly disappear once more as the thought of being the same age as her came to mind. The same age. Hell, the other girl seemed like she should have time to enjoy life or something before this. Go to college or get a job or-...ah. Yeah, techincally she had gotten a job. Plus she was 'old enough', Luna surmised, to at least speak and do for herself. Nor was she one of the 'little kids' they had on staff as determined by her own metric and the whole pouring over the files where she could thing.

She had to hold back on that sort of 'too young for this' thinking, even if just a bit. Even the therapist had reccomended that a little bit. These kids wanted to help people and do good things, right? Wanted to make the world better? Make their home better? Good. Sure as hell beat her own childhood decisions and influences by a million miles. Got some learning in, even, to help them out in this area of things if that Lighthouse school she'd heard of and been told about was of any indication.

Well, she could certainly get down with some pizza at the very least. Like hell if eating Mama Li's food or such had even made her gain weight back then. Powers were the reason, maybe? Calorie burning from using her power? Healing factor? Eh, she didn't know for sure.

Besides, she wasn't going to be the next person in line to lecture the walking shrooms. They could speak for themselves, even if the pessimism was both a bit irritating to hear and understandable as she tried to think on its response a little. Then again...

"Eh, I'd say you could think of this activity as gettin' the 'lay of the land' and the environment of the city to better navigate and know its ins and outs as you search for those things. Just like any young plant or animal has to get acclimated to wherever it ends up living, knowing where food or water or stuff is to stay alive. Plus understandin' the layout and environment of this city helps you know what you're doin' when going out to help people. So I'd reckon that this activity is to get ya' better acclimated to the layout of this place and a little history lesson too, among other things like Eva there mentioned.

But that's just my take, so, eh, take it or leave it as you want."

That was all she'd bother with saying to the sapient Leftovers before giving a small shoulder-shrug, having spoken to them in a casual manner without regards for what it was or the like. All she'd given was a thought about the situation in a practical sense, though, and Mire could take or leave it or angrily spore on the ground as they so wished. Might need to get a broom if it was the latter though. Or they could go eat street pizza or such from trash can. Hell, she could eat some serious enough crap if she got desperate enough due to her power and its capabilities to alter and tweak her biology. Just...yeah, perhaps it would be best if no one else ever asked her how or why she learned that....and why it netted her fifty bucks and made some of her peers throw up and never ask her to do that again.

Moving on, however, the white-haired girl would look over at Ms Duff once more as her hands came to rest unthinkingly in her jean pockets.

"Well, I'd figure I'm not listed for this since I'm more familiar with this city than some maybe. Grew up in tha' Brookside and Watervale parts. Or, well, maybe some other reason outside of that that might be in my file or somethin'.

But I wanted to at least check in and see if you heard anything else from Powers, or really if you needed help somewhere with this activity of yours or stoppin' the big man child from ruinin' things or havin' spares for this who need a partner or such. Not much for the whole hero celebrating schtick' myself at this point in time, really, but....I also came to ya' because I can't shake the feelin' somethin' bad's going to happen today with this whole 'HERO Fest' thing. Gut feeling is just kickin' me hard today about that for some reason."

Whether it was not feeling like going to the celebrations, or perhaps being worth it to hang around actual heroes as she was, or even just her gut instincts kicking in for one reason or another about the day's events, she didn't want to sit idle on it in any case. Better to get up and do something, at least, even if that bed of hers had been a perfect hovel to hide away in on a good day off for another hour or two.

@Zoey Boey@Hitman@baraquiel@Blizz

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Nyana/Hikari

Metal Bird Nest - ??? Tower - ??? — ??? Forest

These were some...well, big babies to be sure. Big, metal-clad, baby chicks who seemed so very confused about her presence for the moment being. Well, perhaps being a metal thing dropped in a nest with metal birds was that strange to them from the other side of the situation. Maybe. As cute as it seemed to part of her mind, though, the knight had let herself rest a bit on her fly over and felt that this was perhaps a moment to try to not die or to become bird food. Maybe. Not that she should give her opinion on tall chicks at the moment either, that was a whole other matter than this in all seriousness, but Nyana felt she got the gist of things.

She was definitely here to be baby food. The babies she was to feed were confused looking to say the least. She was in some high nest at some sort of elevation in the first place because 'duh its a bird nest' and also the nest was made with whole trees for that matter. Indeed, the slime knightess would stand up as quickly as she could, sword in one hand and shield in the other, and quickly begin backing up and scooting carefully toward the edge of the nest while trying to adopt a defensive sort of battle stance. Shield was ready to pop up, sword was ready to pop up, and her senses were peeled on the baby chicks and such around her. She'd keep her back to the edge of the nest, hoping to make progress before the chicks got too much of a clue, with the intent of making it to the edge of the nest and [i]diving off the edge into any denser tree or ruin or other cover she could. Anything, in the case Nyana hoped she'd actually manage to not move too fast and could properly get to the edge of the nest and out of it, that would keep her from getting bird-napped and brought back up....again.

That was the way some famous hero at the start of an adventure in the stories she'd read back on Earth would do it, right? Or at least it felt intuitive enough to take up this particular plan of action without pausing to wait and dawdle about it. No more of that. Thinking clearly? Sure. But being made of sapient blue jello, perhaps she could take a tall and high-level fall well enough. Especially if she aimed for some decent cover by the time she actually dove out of the nest, though it wasn't as if she'd have much time to choose either. Hmm. But not hurting the babies on the offensive so far would maybe not anger their mother? Ah, if that could be helped that it. Worst case, maybe jam a sword into the baby's mouth and try to poke around in the soft bits while trying to swell her arm up in size or something to make it gasp and let go of her out of panic or something? Sure, that was something to try if that happened potentially. Could anger the mother, though, and that would not be a good thing. Hmm.

Were the others going to try to come find her though? Or was she going to be left alone to this? For now, it seemed the latter was her answer as she tried to navigate a way out of the situation she was in on her own two feet.

@PKMNB0Y

Pokemon: Dream

Clarissa Ryte

Stellar Toy Company, Industrial District, Byjerfal City

(Urban Exploration)

Clarissa’s pokedex started buzzing loudly before there was a loud crackle noise heard from it. Rotom still getting cozy in the device, perhaps.

...There was something here in this room. She could tell it, Chloe's Snubull could seemingly tell it for sure, and as she followed behind Jill heading into the room it seemed Chloe couldn't much read the room herself. Even perhaps the Rotom getting adjusted to its cozy little corner inside of her Pokedex seemed to react. Well, or maybe it really was just getting adjusted with the whole buzzing and crackling. Could also be a warning of sorts too. Yet it all seemed to her to be more than just the creepy atmosphere of the factory, and more than the 'background noise' her powers had first picked up on after heading into the building, even, as if some grudge or something was lingering palpably in the air to the psychic's senses. The cool in the air spoke to some kind of ghostly presence to boot.

Looking over at the person she'd come to try to help, Clarissa could see Chloe holding a Pikachu plush from a fallen box of them that seemed to be lying on the floor. Yet something felt 'wrong' about the plush at the same time. For one thing, the eyes were an abnormal red, and seemed like-....oh. Oooooh no that wasn't a good sign.

"Jill! Jill, come look, we found plushies! Take one! Do you think Clarissa would like one too? Oh— hey, speaking of!"
"Jill! Jill, come look, we found plushies! Take one! Do you think Clarissa would like one too? Oh— hey, speaking of!"

"Chloe, Jill, something's wrong with those Pikachu plushies. Or....is maybe looking at us through them?"

For once, a mild sense of worry was in Clarissa's tone of voice, it seemed, despite her efforts to maintain a stoic expression and front for her part. Her hand even came down to the Pokeball of her new Murkrow as her other hand shielded her Rotom-inhabited Pokedex somewhat protectively without a second thought as well. Sir Lopsalot was just a normal type....he didn't have any moves yet that could touch a ghost type still.

Sir Lopsalot, for his part though, would almost immediately leap off of his trainer's shoulder after entering the room and would get on the floor near Clarissa and Jill's feet as he now too tried to use his ears and little nose to help sniff out the danger. It didn't even take the Buneary a moment to feel the chill and 'wrong' in the air like his Pokemon peer did, and much like Snubbull's trainer seemingly hadn't, and he was already in action without a second thought to the matter. He was an alert little thing for certain, but this was certainly different than the Rotom situation. Or the Murkrow he'd sucker punched in the windowsill earlier for that matter. Or the Aaron he'd punched back at the bar earlier in that first actually kinda thrilling Pokemon battle really. Er, all to say that he got the point indeed! Yes. Not that thoughts of punching more future opponents wasn't somewhere in the far back of his mind still regardless...

@Vertigo@Rune_Alchemist@XxFellsingxX@Savo

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

Freakshow

The alarm blared in the scarred younger woman's room within HERO One, droning on and on and on as the alarm rang faster and louder and faster and louder over the course of just two minutes. Two minutes that felt like twenty minutes, really, but the younger woman would eventually deign to reach over as her right arm seemed to stretch and elongate and gain more than a few new elbows and arm segments just to reach over to the dresser on the other end of her toom to turn it off. The display of warped and unnatural physiology, emerging from a pile of messy and tousled sheets, might've been seen as fitting for a scene from a horror movie or game at the very least. However, this morning it was far less than such a scedne. For Luna...it was just another morning after sleeping in a non-containment cell bed that she'd begun to become accustomed to since joining HERO finally.

"Mhwmhmm..."

The lazy bare-minimum moan of acklnowledgement would eek out from her head of messy white hair in a reluctant manner, her body rejecting the notion of leaving the comfortable cocoon of the warm and cozy bed while her brain fought back in a heated and pitched battle for supremacy. Ultimately, however, the war between the two would come down to the very wire, a close finish, a photo finish that would mean-

*RNNG*

....Well that was something calling her watch, even where it sat on the nearby bedside table. The super-elongated monstrosity of an arm, its purpose in turning off the offending alarm, would rapidly shrink and warp back into a rather normal-seeming if not scarred right arm. This arm would right over to the closer bedside table in turn, fumbling about until it grabbed up the watch and Luna's head popped up like a whack-a-mole game from the sheets as she tapped the surface of the smart device. Tired and sleepy blue eyes, still with some matter in them, were rubbed with her other free hand to clear them up as the nineteen year old looked on semi-attentively and mostly listened to the message ala the holographic head of the Director himself that was now being displayed by the watch itself.

"Attention, heroes. I need a group of you to assist me at the Johnstone Convention Center. If you are available, please come and meet behind the stage. You will be rewarded for your time."

Director Powers

Oh. Oh yeah, the parade and such was going on today. Heroes going out there to sign autographs and crap. People running around and celebrating them. Food. Festival. Grandeur. Etc. Even that gaudy parade baloon of the Director she'd heard was going to be part of the parade proper. It wasn't that people couldn't do that sort of thing, she was glad it was a celebration rather than a witch hunt or something, but like hell if a public thing like that was her metaphorical cup of tea there. What, would everyone suddenly not remember that incident of five years ago? Then again, the chances of the few survivors noticing her was one thing....but still, she didn't feel much like it either. Partly due to not wanting to deal with it, and partly because, well, she wasn't quite worth heading out there to be 'admired' really. Just helping people, pay or not, was all she cared about at this point in time to go out there to do. Simple. Hell, could smash some heads together if the Director wanted her to take up a patrol in Brookside or Watervale today to the side of the parade and just far away enough from the festivities.

But if he was calling out like this....yeah, something was up. Or trying to go on. About to go on? He wasn't a guy to be fluffy and frivilous about things to her knowledge, and she repected that. In any case, though, she'd already been placing a bet with someone around HERO One about this particular day anyways. A bet of ten dollars that 'something big and stupid's going to happen', because Luna trusted a huge event like this to go off 'without a hitch' as much as one could trust a live and ticking time bomb with three seconds left on the timer and no one around to defuse it. She'd gotten a comment or few about being 'ill spirited' or 'not in good sport' in making that bet, but she would make her mind known and had made the bet to make a point of her opinion on things.

Best case scenario? She lost the bet and had to pay up ten dollars and got the relief of things having gone well to go with it. Worst case scenario? She got at least ten dollars from things and cracked some heads of the morons trying to make the day a mess and got paid for it, all while avoiding saying an 'I told you so' coming from her own lips and getting to do her job in helping people. Wasn't going to be a thing either way that she would relish in.

"Schtupid buncha...alllrigh.....ok, ok, I'll get up."

Muttering to herself, the pale white haired Luna crawled gradually out of bed in a lazy fashion. This was going to be a 'day', Director's message or not, and she could feel it in her bones. One might normally call this a 'gut instinct', if they would, but to her it was mostly called 'that instinct that helps you stay outta' trouble and alive' or something of the sort. Eh. 'Gut instinct' would actually do rather well for how simple it was, though, in hindsight.

---

Sleveless blue shirt. Comfortable jeans. Standard civilian attire, all in all, but it was what Luna felt most comfortable heading out in even in this weather. It was not too cold for her, nor too hot, and her body could frankly be adjusted to feel comfortable regardless without any harm. Could walk about with nothing and still be comfortable in the weather, but like hell if she was going to do that sort of thing to herself or give some randos the eye candy they wanted. Ha. Eye-candy was the opposite of her in enough ways, but that was neither here nor there.

As the white-haired younger woman leaned against the wall to the right side of the front entrance, her arms crossed for the moment being, she looked on and listened in with enhanced eyes and ears at Ms. Duff and the others after having just gotten outside not too long ago. Well, having done so after getting dressed and such at least. Grabbed some snacks on the way out. Suggesting to Alisa briefly on the side to tell Rupa that Walt Disney's frozen head was kept underneath Disney World if she wantd more material. Little stuff like that. Seemed the others had done a job of trying to help grab her papers and the like as well, etc, to boot. But a scavenger hunt for these sorts of things? Eh, it was informative and allowed them to put their powers to use at the very least. She could see the reason in it, even as much as she felt it was quite a bit silly as an activity in and of itself.

What did one get when a walking nuclear reactor, a talking mushroom pile, a pop culture child, a giant cinnamon roll, a giant man-child, Katy Perry's Toxic in-person, Tokyo's latest robotic pop-idol yet-to-be, and a former 'Butterfly' who got tired with all the 'duff' and got into management were all in the same place?

...

...

...

A bunch of random sterotypes lumped togethher that weren't truly all the actual people themselves, really, even though all she had seen so far from them was a basic summary of sorts when trying to pour over the info she was allowed to look at about those she'd be working with. Files and paper weren't actually people, though, and she felt glad she'd been able to continue an education of some sorts in her containment to boot. Even so, she'd been reading up for a few days and pondering about things, etc, to be prepared. The start of all of that, however, had sounded like the start to a really strange and silly joke. That had been mostly on purpose, admittedly, to break the mental ice before she'd walk over to break it socially. A bit dumb, but hell she was a tiny bit tired still and had gotten out of bed finally, so it wasn't going to be the most creative measures she could think of outright to get herself moving and mentally prepared.

Still, working up the energy to finally make her approach as people perhaaps paired off and such for the hunt, Luna would pull herself off of the wall and would begin to casually walk from her spot against the wall over to where Ms. Duff was.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

Freakshow/Luna Bianco

Freakshow

"There's mistakes you can make up for, apologize for even, and then there's making the ones you can never erase. Don't be a dumbass."

_{("Eh? What do you mean 'do you have anything better'? You wanted a quote for my file, so this is what you get.")}

[ NAME ]

Luna Francesca Angelica Bianco/”Luna Bianco”

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Freakshow

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Anything you’re called outside of your name and public identity.

[ AGE ]

19

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O. (full-time)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Describe your physical appearance, in terms of both your physique, casual clothing, and any sort of superhero suit you may want.

A younger woman with soft, long, and frankly deathly pale white hair that would seem fitting on a person decades older than herself. Her body is toned and muscular but not overly so, with a fittingly athletic but still conventionally attractive build. She is, however, covered in numerous scars and nicks and damage, all of which is thought to be and testified to be a result of damage prior to her powers awakening. Otherwise, she retains no form of scarring or the like when recovering from even extreme injuries. It is assumed her powers have something to do with this in how they emerged, but attempts to theorize on this subject remain inconclusive. However Luna's yes are blue, with noted Northern European ancestry existing on both sides of her family in some capacity by current times, and despite the visible facial scarring from her pre-powers involvement with the Blue Skulls gang both of Luna's eyes are normal and are both fully functional and operable with seemingly perfect vision due to her healing factor.

Often in casual attire she enjoys wearing sleveless shirts and even tank tops indoors and outside alike, usually alongside jean pants or jean shorts, depending on the temperature and the weather. Sneakers or other casual tennis shoes seem to be her preferred mode of footwear, with a few sets of boots being the one exception to that for the most part. Swimwear is a topic she hasn't ever had to think about wearing, it seems, and she is uncertain what she would wear on such an occasioon. In terms of winter clothes, long-sleeved shirts and practical winter jackets of a rugged sort seem to be her usual go-to's and style during the colder months.

Hero attire is generally considered optional due to Luna's power allowing her to shift appearances and alter herself at will, giving her determinably unlimited appearances to take on. Durable designs have been developed for her potential use when not undergoing major transformations, however, includinmg pants, shirts, and even several bodysuit designs, usually featuring blue and darker blue colors as well as the use of silver and similarly fitting colors. However a small number of the design team for H.E.R.O. have as a result taken to this project with a worrying zeal 'for fun' in their words.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

A person who usually says what she wants to without reservation, the sort of blunt and straightforward type in the sense of not seeing any point in sugar-coating things when she feels like something needs to be or should be said/done. She is also an individual who enjoys being hands-on with things, and is more apt to take action over something than not sometimes. That being said, she isn’t the type to not stop talking or is unable to read the room. Quite the opposite in the case of the latter, she will keep her lips shut and senses peeled just as simply as she will speak when she feels she needs to. She likewise less enjoys the ‘usual girly type of stuff’ in favor of more physical activities and exercise and video games and so forth, though learning how to brush and even tie her hair up in a bun is something she’s picked up on (among a few small things) from a practicality standpoint over the last few years. She is also more understanding when it comes to human suffering in a number of ways, though while she can be soft at heart she is pragmatic enough and hardened enough to say “Yeah, what you went though sucks pretty bad. And I feel for ya, get where yer’ comin’ from, etc. Still isn’t an excuse for killing people and all of this though” without skipping a beat. Likewise, Luna has a sort of soberness when ‘in action’ compared to her more laid-back and casual self when ‘off of work’ and not actively doing something at the time.

At the same time, however, Luna also has a certain bone to pick when it comes to what few members of her former gang might still be out there or haven’t jumped ship from Castleberg. Leadership she knows is gone at the very top, and putting them in the ground is something she in part still says some part of her doesn’t regret despite her blind rage at the time overwhelming everything in her eyes in the heat of the moment. At the same time, however, she’s reformed to enough of an extent and had years enough to ‘cool down’ that she regrets things as well with how it went down. In her words: “My head wasn’t clear, and I was pissed beyond recognition at what they did once it all clicked into place. Wasn’t an excuse to do what I did, but hell a lot of those at the main base didn’t deserve it. I still remember them from base that day….always will for the rest of my life I think. Wish they hadn’t been there, or sometimes that anyone had been for that matter, and that I coulda’ just led the capes and blues to where they were so some of em’ might’ve had a chance to clean up.”

At the same time, however, when it comes to her past she has likewise mixed emotions talking about it even now. Talking about how it was a mistake, and showing herself as proof of it among other things? Yes, she can do that. Talking about the details of ‘that day’ with other people, or other more complicated matters tied to it? No. These matters regarding her past are….much more touchy for her, even after she’s talked with therapists since the time of her initial incarceration. It has, however, led to her putting an incredible effort into furthering her skills, self-control, and self-discipline, such that the difference is most notable of all to maybe the few left in the world who ever saw her ‘worst’ side. While already hard to goad her into anger in a general sense, if angered enough she especially struggles with the worst parts of herself within her. These parts of her are something she has come to rather hate about herself, not that she entirely loves herself in general otherwise.

[ BIO ]

A Watervale native of Castleberg whose parents are of Italian descent, Luna Bianco was a platinum blonde girl and the second oldest of three children of her parents. However, her family lived virtually on the border with Brookside and generally wasn’t very well-off in terms of finances. Her father worked one job, her mother worked full time to keep keep the house together aside from a part-time job of her own, and her older brother by a decent margin, Giorgio, would send money back home to help his family after he moved to the Southeast USA to work at a steel mill until he managed to get into management there. It wasn’t the most plentiful or wealthy life, but it certainly was a life that led to the young Luna being exposed to a fair amount of local cuisine and the like in Watervale and mostly friends who lived just over in Brookside to boot. Her life seemed hopeful, and yet it would be her and her two best friends Drew and Chen who eventually got pulled in by the seedier side of Brookside that would spell out years of issues to come….a gang called the Blue Skulls.

An aspiring superhuman-run gang, the gang had aspirations for becoming an organized crime group on the level of those that existed within Watervale and also recruited normal people to their ranks to boot. They pushed the idea of ‘family’ in the gang, moving to care for members and trying to lure in kids and adults alike to meet their goals and ends. Set up in the eastern border of Brookside where it meets with Watervale, and close to where Luna lived, the Skulls were closest to the turf of Watervale and certainly ended up in conflict as they tried to get ground and make bank on that side and in Brookside alike. For the three friends, Luna especially, the lure of the gang and other crimes going on near enough to their homes led the protection and ‘care’ of the gang to seem enticing somehow. Or perhaps it was the lure of the forbidden, the promises of wealth, the hope for something in the future, or something else entirely? In the end even Luna would most frankly comment over the matter: “It doesn’t matter how I got in, not fully, but that I got sucked in like my two best friends did. Plain and simple.” It led the three friends to begin with small things like carrying small bags of ‘product’ for gang sellers they were bringing it to for peddling on the streets. Running messages, doing little errands, and the like also had their part in things.

Eventually, Luna and her two friends would graduate up to being in combat or fights, sneaking around to scout things out, and even getting moved to different sub-bosses of the Blue Skulls as time went on and their survived the experiences of the initial years. Luna’s parents, close enough to her as they still were, tried to get her to stop and back out of things before it got worse….but this only led to conflict between Luna and her parents as a result. To show some respect to them she would go to school still and learn from her classes, even if she got in some definite trouble here and there for things naturally so otherwise, and the gang made use of her position in school to do a little more subtle selling and influencing where it could to boot. Luna did come to love her blood family, even using her ‘pocket change’ from gang activity and work to try to help with bills and such….or at least groceries once her parents rejected the criminal nature of her income. To Luna, however, the gang was more like a ‘family’ of sorts in its own right as well, and they seemed to do as the gang’s founders had worked to arrange it. It was still a violent and criminal gang to be sure in the end, but they worked to entice members to stay in its ranks.

Yet as time went on, the gang’s leadership began to change its tactics and goals and the gang began to become a more overt threat within East Brookside and West Watervale and even sought to reach as far as Southern New Athens. Its work began to become more competitive than before with competitors around itself, its interests began to become more and more heated in the streets and behind closed doors alike, and ultimately the gang became a mess targeted by HERO and the police in the end for its growing threat. Straying from the aspirations and claims it had made when she was sucked in at the age of just eight years old, the change in internal culture had been slower moving in an aim to maintain membership and retain numbers until eventually the Blue Skulls’ leadership decided to drop the idea of being like the more organized gangs of Watervale and to become ‘big shots and a major villain organization’ that would outclass them in scale, power, fame, and scope. Yet with HERO crawling down the gang’s spine after several higher-profile incidents involving powered and non-powered members of the gang, including several daring heists in large businesses in Southern New Athens and two instances of mass deaths, the leadership of the gang knew that the target would be on their backs unless something was done to stop it for a little while. Thus came a plan known as the “Cleansweep”, one which involved the delaying tactic and saving the skin of the leadership and those seen as ‘most valuable’ as contacts and such while using the rest of the gang as fodder in an event that became scarred into Castleberg history.

Much of the gang’s lower forces were deployed to seize the bridge going from Brookside to New Athens, a daring move that put the gang on the front headlines of the news as leadership knew supers and cops (“blues” as they called them in the Blue Skulls among members) would be focused on that aspect rather than doing more investigative work. It would draw in combat as the members were told to hold out until ‘a special surprise was ready’. Indeed, many were told that they would be big-timers and at their strongest once the bridge was held for ransom and they fought back supers and the cops, and indeed promises of being able to retire from the gang were made to many as well. To Luna, it was the payout of a lifetime and a mission she didn’t know any alternative to at the time. She was only fourteen years old, having had her powers kick in at the age of ten, and so she too was on that bridge fighting and using the cars and such as barricades alongside others. Yet the last bit of that ‘old spirit’ of the gang’s culture that was leveraged and manipulated to push these members both older and younger to stage that seizure of the bridge was also what the leadership deemed a ‘cleanup’ as well for another reason.

After a three-day holdout from the siege being made on the seized bridge, the Blue Skulls left on the bridge debated freeing what hostages they had kept to secure a surrender. It had gotten that bad for them in just a bit of time, and just at this moment as they moved to surrender and stop the fighting and such, even as the police and heroes were moving in, the Blue Skulls’ leadership sprung their last great and promised ‘surprise’. Three secretly-planted bombs by agents of the leadership went off, killing the remaining surrendering gang members, many police, three supers, and most of the hostages outright while blowing chunks out of the bridge itself and hurting many others. Hence came the resulting title of the incident in the news for years to come: “The Brookside Bridge Bombing”. Among the survivors was Luna herself, scarred and marred in the worst way since she started with the gang. She crawled out of debris as survivors gang, cop, and super alike dug through the rubble and searched the water for survivors. Even if for a brief moment, all were only united briefly in the search for survivors as the news caught the three simultaneous blasts of the bombs on-camera and live.

Luna, for her part, assisted in dragging out two of the former hostages and the dying form of her sub-commander during the battle as she spoke to her. Said sub-commander had suspected something from leadership, but while she had protested initially she had gone along with things in the end due to pressure from some of her peers and from leadership. She’d heard about a ‘cleaning up’ from spying on leadership prior to the operation being carried out, but had not been suspecting that the gang was ‘clearing space’ in its ranks by killing the last of the ‘old culture and old guard’ from its ranks instead of just expanding operations or the like using the capital from a supposed ransom of the bridge. It was madness, and Luna upon getting the news and finding her two old friends were likewise dead amidst the rubble would feel something come over her. Frustration….no, anger. Yet not even anger, but pure, blind, and unadulterated rage. It had always been hard to ‘get her goat’ and make her angry in most cases, but the revelation that they’d all been sent to the bridge to die was something beyond the teenager’s ability to keep calm and level-headed more than enough despite what she’d been able to live through in the past three days already or had seen and done on the streets.

Managing to flee into Brookside using her powers and the chaos of the post-explosions situation, the younger teen’s blind rage was focused as she tore through alleyways and the low-hiding places in the area, bee-lining it to the gang’s main base. While her and only two other members of the gang on the bridge were the only gang survivors out of the dozens that had been placed on the bridge, those at the base who were in the know weren’t expecting survivors either. Told that in case of any they should ‘put them down’, the two human outside guards of the hidden base at the time fired on Luna as she descended upon them and those inside of the building like a rabid and berserk monster. Those who knew, those who didn’t know, she couldn’t tell the difference nor cared at the time in her state as raw fury turned into a nightmare for those there. By the time the blood settled, the haze of uncontrolled fury simmered down, and the screams had faded into quiet once more, the furious monstrosity that Luna had become in more than one way turned back to normal Luna once more….and she was left with coming to her senses and seeing much more clearly what she’d done now in hindsight.

It was a bloodbath that literally spelled the end of the Blue Skulls gang, and Luna after looking through the building for survivors would call the police to her location before sitting there on the rent and torn concrete front steps staring at the dust and blood-covered shoes on her own two feet. Even after the arrival of a group of supers to the location, all they found was death and one kid sitting there mostly unresponsive to the world around her. It took one of them daring to come closer, and softly telling the girl to please come with them, that Luna came back to enough lucidity to go without a fuss or a fight. After the incident, and with leadership gone and HQ a mass grave, the few sub-leaders and those not at HQ during the operation ultimately scattered to the winds or abandoned ship. The daring of the Blue Skulls’ leadership, for what it was worth, was a great and terrible gamble in order to bolster the gang’s fear factor and name in the city while removing what was seen as ‘a lot of obstacles’ to the gang’s full shift in stance and a break from its past. A move to try to go above a ‘mere big gang’ and to become ‘a proper big-leagues villain organization’ by downsizing to ‘only the best and brightest’ of its members instead backfired, leading to the massacre of what was left at HQ and the death of the very gang itself as an organization.

Luna, for her part, was placed within a lockup at HERO One to a certain extent and would see incarceration for the next five years. Five years that would see her not have any contact with her parents for one and a half of those years, before the first time she saw them again she broke out into tears after her father hugged her. Five years that would see her meet a hero visiting ‘youthful offenders’ in the lockup area, coming after Luna’s first six months there, who would seek to get her enlisted into a rehabilitation and preparatory program called “Criminals Turned Capes” after seeing her at-the-time silent, defeated, and rather non-violent state she’d gone into in the aftermath of ‘that day’. Five years which would see her ultimately get into said rehabilitation program for those last four and years of her five year stay, even after some difficulties and debate, that would help her improve herself and work toward becoming something else. It was a day-by-day process, but with visiting heroes, myriad therapy sessions, very close supervision, and ultimately showing enough ‘good behavior and a real desire to change’ that she would one day be approached by H.E.R.O. proper with an offer after the end of one of the rehabilitation sessions. The offer was simple: “You keep up good behavior, and come work for us, you get to leave lockup and stay under supervision. You work for us for long enough, then, and you will earn your freedom in full. If you reject this offer, then you can stay in rehabilitation and HERO One still. Your choice.”

It was a deal she couldn’t refuse….actually, no. Instead it was an opportunity to become something else and do better in the world, and was the one thing that she didn’t want to turn down. If she knew how to fight, might as well turn it to good use. If she could be sneaky or do things, it might as well be to help people. Save lives. Actually make things better, and to keep stupid kids like herself from engaging in the same danger, mistakes, behavior, and problems as she did. Maybe, just maybe, she could put the labor into something that genuinely would help the world be or get better this time around.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

*Spicy food, Thai food, Japanese, and Chinese as well as Chinese-American foods are among her favorite sorts to eat, and her spice tolerance is....unnatural to the eyes of a number of H.E.R.O. staff. Picked up learning Mandarin Chinese due to her frequenting a certain restautant in Watervale's Little Chinatown, and both requested take-out from there during her rehabilitation at H.E.R.O. One as well as seems to have close ties with its owner and the owner's family personally based on observations and inquiries.

*Height: 5’10”/177.8cm

*Luna has noted Italian ancestry on her father's side, with naming patterns continuing to persist along her patrilineal line even long after they moved to America and came to live in what became Castleberg's Little Italy. Similarly, due to their location her father's side of the family kept up speaking Italian to talk with relatives back in Italy and among themselves even through modern times.

*Wrote physical letters while in lockup to each of the families of those at the 'HQ bloodbath' that she knew and regretted the death of, as well as some of those who died on the bridge that she knew to boot. Has memorized the names of a fair many of those lost on the bridge fiasco and the HQ bloodbath. A number have responded back, a nunber haven't responded, and at least two of those she wrote to have kept up more common correspondence with her since that time.

*Her favorite restaurant is a small place in Little Chinatown called "The Jade Lantern", also affectionately referred to as "Mama Li's Place" by Luna personally. The proprietess, one "Li, Daiyu", has been described as being as her 'second mother' by Luna, and the source from which she learned a fair bit of Mandarain Chinese and got to be close with the woman's family to boot. Even wrote to her while she was in lockup. Upon her first day of release from lockup, Luna requested to go to the restaurant and was allowed to....but with a distant tail to keep tabs on her just in case. True to her word, however, according to those tailing her she went to the restaurant directly and was seen hugging Ms. Li and both seemed to be crying.

*Luna's moniker during her time in the Blue Skulls was 'Cadaver'

(Maybe will think of some more later on.)

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

>>> Β (Beta Class) <<<

[ POWERS ]

Self-Biokinesis - A power allowing the user to manipulate and alter their own physiology and biology at will, ranging from simple alterations like hair color and such to even vast body-warping alterations and a change in size. Great super strength and super durability augments, to generating bone spikes harder than alloyed steel and firing them like projectiles, to making chitinous plates on the body, to even warping one’s own body form and shape into some kind of horrific monstrosity out of the horror genre is possible with this power. It is a versatile and strong power in its own right, though these transformations and modifications must be actively done and aren’t lingering passive effects in-perpetuum.

Regeneration/Healing Factor - A potent thing in its own right that affects both healing and one’s stamina very greatly and superhumanly so, normally treated as part of the 'package' of the main Self-Biokinesis power. However, it is listed on its own in this file for a greater ease of reading. Lost limbs, lost chunks of body, losing a number of vital organs, being injected with toxins and poisons, sources that cause genetic damage, and so forth along such lines are all readily surviveable and are possible to recover from. However, affects on the subject's aging has yet to be determined beyond the subject seeming to normally grow heading into her 'prime', though tissue studies indicate the repairing of genetic damage is also part of this sub-power's capabilities. More study is required in the future to better understand these effects, however, in the long-term.

***Note: The hair color of this subject was originally ‘platinum blonde’, and according to parental testimony and photos from before her power emerged this has been verified to be true. However, the hair color is currently pale white and has seemed to change after this power awakened, though after observation and study of the incarcerated subject this has been proven to not be a temporary active effect related to the subject's power. A potential side effect, perhaps? Cause remains currently unknown.

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***Note: Subject's past has required a high-grade surveillance level at all times since incerceration since that time, though subject's cooperation and willingness to reform and improve, however, are still noted among other additions to the subject's file.

[ SKILLS ]

***Combat/Fighting Skill - Gained from internal training and participation with the Blue Skulls gang from around the ages of 9 to 14 years old, Luna spent years in fights involving other superpowered people, cops, animals, and even other gangs and mundane humans. The evidence she gives for this is of her own myriad scars, which were gained before her powers emerged at the age of ten, and even in the three days prior to The Brookside Bridge Bombing she was among those fighting and successfully holding out on the bridge between Brookside and New Athens when the Blue Skulls moved to take and hold the bridge ransom. From her experience, mentoring and training inside the gang by some of its veterans (including one or two ex-military members from the old guard of the gang), and so forth, she’s a generally pretty competent and seasoned fighter from the streets still by current times from a sense of practicality. Unarmed combat, the use of some firearms, and even things like fighting with knives and improvised weapons are within the realm of her skillset on top of learning how to use her power to fight to boot were introduced into her ‘toolkit’ of skills during her ‘fighting years’ in the gang.

This all being said, this isn’t a reason to overblow what she can do either. Luna isn’t some retired special ops soldier, a middle aged martial arts master, master sharpshooter, knife wielding expert, or so on and so forth. There is always room for improvement, and she is still rather young anyways despite what she’s lived through and learned. Much of her survival can be attributed to her powers, but it's that very survival of hers over the years that allowed her to learn and grow from her experiences as well in turn. Further tutoring and training and some sparring with her powers and regular body alike during her rehabilitation in the “Criminals Turned Capes” program has also helped her better hone herself with further discipline and such in this regard/area of her general combat skill set (naturally she wasn’t taught more how to use a gun or such in this program and such).

***Other Gang-Related Skills - Thievery, robbery, stealing, breaking in, sneaking around, hiding, hiding things for later, smuggling items or substances or other contraband on her person or such, and pickpocketing are things she gained some solid experience in while running with the Blue Skulls. They are certainly not the best sort of skills for a person to have, but they are skills she can still apply and make use of for sure.

***Parkour and Exercise - Two areas she gained experience in from her time in the gang and from the time of her rehabilitation respectively. It doesn’t make her powers suddenly much more agile, but she even now in her normal body can navigate the urban streets well in the field and likewise maintains a disciplined and serious workout routine otherwise in her personal life.

***First Aid - Practical things learned in street fights to recover and help peers, as well as classes in it optionally taken during her rehabilitation program, compose her skills in this area. An at least practical enough combination of experience and training in her case has made her generally competent in this at the very least. Her powers even provide her tools in some cases to help in this realm of things as well, at least in terms of having hands to hold bleeding wounds tightly or so on and so forth in the simpler sense. A skill she holds as symbolically important as ‘learning something to help people’ in her mind as well as it being something that is practically useful in the field as she is taught more in the future.

***Observation - Reading the room, keeping an eye on one’s surroundings in case of sudden danger, navigating the streets of Brookside and even Watervale in dangerous areas, keeping tabs on the mood in a room, noting where you saw something move, and the like are things that have been ingrained into Luna’s mind for longer than she’s was even in the Blue Skulls. It was a way of life needed to survive at her core, and even now she generally keeps it up as a personal habit to continue to hone which has also somewhat turned generally into an instinctual thing for her to do. It isn’t being some mentalist about people or the like, but it's practical as a skill and is something she is at least good and even keen at.

***Languages: Luna can speak American English, a good bit of Mandarin Chinese, and Italian.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Smartphone w/ an Attached Wallet

Wireless Headphones

[ FURTHER NOTES ]

"Potent anti-organic dissolving substances, keeping the subject isolated at longer ranges, and so forth are to be noted in subject's 'Containment' procedures alongside existing measures in the file. Noted in this file because SOMEONE SPILLED COFFEE ON MY COMPUTER, CHISTOPHER, BEFORE I COULD SEND EVERYTHING TO THE DIRECTOR YESTERDAY!"

-Kate from Threat Analysis

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

@Hitman DONE....I think. Anything I need to fix or edit or change, etc, just let me know! But whew...is way too late at night for this sort of stuff on my end. (@_@)

Freakshow/Luna Bianco

Freakshow

"There's mistakes you can make up for, apologize for even, and then there's making the ones you can never erase. Don't be a dumbass."

_{("Eh? What do you mean 'do you have anything better'? You wanted a quote for my file, so this is what you get.")}

[ NAME ]

Luna Francesca Angelica Bianco/”Luna Bianco”

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Freakshow

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Anything you’re called outside of your name and public identity.

[ AGE ]

19

[ GENDER ]

Female

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O. (full-time)

[ APPEARANCE ]

Describe your physical appearance, in terms of both your physique, casual clothing, and any sort of superhero suit you may want.

A younger woman with soft, long, and frankly deathly pale white hair that would seem fitting on a person decades older than herself. Her body is toned and muscular but not overly so, with a fittingly athletic but still conventionally attractive build. She is, however, covered in numerous scars and nicks and damage, all of which is thought to be and testified to be a result of damage prior to her powers awakening. Otherwise, she retains no form of scarring or the like when recovering from even extreme injuries. It is assumed her powers have something to do with this in how they emerged, but attempts to theorize on this subject remain inconclusive. However Luna's yes are blue, with noted Northern European ancestry existing on both sides of her family in some capacity by current times, and despite the visible facial scarring from her pre-powers involvement with the Blue Skulls gang both of Luna's eyes are normal and are both fully functional and operable with seemingly perfect vision due to her healing factor.

Often in casual attire she enjoys wearing sleveless shirts and even tank tops indoors and outside alike, usually alongside jean pants or jean shorts, depending on the temperature and the weather. Sneakers or other casual tennis shoes seem to be her preferred mode of footwear, with a few sets of boots being the one exception to that for the most part. Swimwear is a topic she hasn't ever had to think about wearing, it seems, and she is uncertain what she would wear on such an occasioon. In terms of winter clothes, long-sleeved shirts and practical winter jackets of a rugged sort seem to be her usual go-to's and style during the colder months.

Hero attire is generally considered optional due to Luna's power allowing her to shift appearances and alter herself at will, giving her determinably unlimited appearances to take on. Durable designs have been developed for her potential use when not undergoing major transformations, however, includinmg pants, shirts, and even several bodysuit designs, usually featuring blue and darker blue colors as well as the use of silver and similarly fitting colors. However a small number of the design team for H.E.R.O. have as a result taken to this project with a worrying zeal 'for fun' in their words.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

A person who usually says what she wants to without reservation, the sort of blunt and straightforward type in the sense of not seeing any point in sugar-coating things when she feels like something needs to be or should be said/done. She is also an individual who enjoys being hands-on with things, and is more apt to take action over something than not sometimes. That being said, she isn’t the type to not stop talking or is unable to read the room. Quite the opposite in the case of the latter, she will keep her lips shut and senses peeled just as simply as she will speak when she feels she needs to. She likewise less enjoys the ‘usual girly type of stuff’ in favor of more physical activities and exercise and video games and so forth, though learning how to brush and even tie her hair up in a bun is something she’s picked up on (among a few small things) from a practicality standpoint over the last few years. She is also more understanding when it comes to human suffering in a number of ways, though while she can be soft at heart she is pragmatic enough and hardened enough to say “Yeah, what you went though sucks pretty bad. And I feel for ya, get where yer’ comin’ from, etc. Still isn’t an excuse for killing people and all of this though” without skipping a beat. Likewise, Luna has a sort of soberness when ‘in action’ compared to her more laid-back and casual self when ‘off of work’ and not actively doing something at the time.

At the same time, however, Luna also has a certain bone to pick when it comes to what few members of her former gang might still be out there or haven’t jumped ship from Castleberg. Leadership she knows is gone at the very top, and putting them in the ground is something she in part still says some part of her doesn’t regret despite her blind rage at the time overwhelming everything in her eyes in the heat of the moment. At the same time, however, she’s reformed to enough of an extent and had years enough to ‘cool down’ that she regrets things as well with how it went down. In her words: “My head wasn’t clear, and I was pissed beyond recognition at what they did once it all clicked into place. Wasn’t an excuse to do what I did, but hell a lot of those at the main base didn’t deserve it. I still remember them from base that day….always will for the rest of my life I think. Wish they hadn’t been there, or sometimes that anyone had been for that matter, and that I coulda’ just led the capes and blues to where they were so some of em’ might’ve had a chance to clean up.”

At the same time, however, when it comes to her past she has likewise mixed emotions talking about it even now. Talking about how it was a mistake, and showing herself as proof of it among other things? Yes, she can do that. Talking about the details of ‘that day’ with other people, or other more complicated matters tied to it? No. These matters regarding her past are….much more touchy for her, even after she’s talked with therapists since the time of her initial incarceration. It has, however, led to her putting an incredible effort into furthering her skills, self-control, and self-discipline, such that the difference is most notable of all to maybe the few left in the world who ever saw her ‘worst’ side. While already hard to goad her into anger in a general sense, if angered enough she especially struggles with the worst parts of herself within her. These parts of her are something she has come to rather hate about herself, not that she entirely loves herself in general otherwise.

[ BIO ]

A Watervale native of Castleberg whose parents are of Italian descent, Luna Bianco was a platinum blonde girl and the second oldest of three children of her parents. However, her family lived virtually on the border with Brookside and generally wasn’t very well-off in terms of finances. Her father worked one job, her mother worked full time to keep keep the house together aside from a part-time job of her own, and her older brother by a decent margin, Giorgio, would send money back home to help his family after he moved to the Southeast USA to work at a steel mill until he managed to get into management there. It wasn’t the most plentiful or wealthy life, but it certainly was a life that led to the young Luna being exposed to a fair amount of local cuisine and the like in Watervale and mostly friends who lived just over in Brookside to boot. Her life seemed hopeful, and yet it would be her and her two best friends Drew and Chen who eventually got pulled in by the seedier side of Brookside that would spell out years of issues to come….a gang called the Blue Skulls.

An aspiring superhuman-run gang, the gang had aspirations for becoming an organized crime group on the level of those that existed within Watervale and also recruited normal people to their ranks to boot. They pushed the idea of ‘family’ in the gang, moving to care for members and trying to lure in kids and adults alike to meet their goals and ends. Set up in the eastern border of Brookside where it meets with Watervale, and close to where Luna lived, the Skulls were closest to the turf of Watervale and certainly ended up in conflict as they tried to get ground and make bank on that side and in Brookside alike. For the three friends, Luna especially, the lure of the gang and other crimes going on near enough to their homes led the protection and ‘care’ of the gang to seem enticing somehow. Or perhaps it was the lure of the forbidden, the promises of wealth, the hope for something in the future, or something else entirely? In the end even Luna would most frankly comment over the matter: “It doesn’t matter how I got in, not fully, but that I got sucked in like my two best friends did. Plain and simple.” It led the three friends to begin with small things like carrying small bags of ‘product’ for gang sellers they were bringing it to for peddling on the streets. Running messages, doing little errands, and the like also had their part in things.

Eventually, Luna and her two friends would graduate up to being in combat or fights, sneaking around to scout things out, and even getting moved to different sub-bosses of the Blue Skulls as time went on and their survived the experiences of the initial years. Luna’s parents, close enough to her as they still were, tried to get her to stop and back out of things before it got worse….but this only led to conflict between Luna and her parents as a result. To show some respect to them she would go to school still and learn from her classes, even if she got in some definite trouble here and there for things naturally so otherwise, and the gang made use of her position in school to do a little more subtle selling and influencing where it could to boot. Luna did come to love her blood family, even using her ‘pocket change’ from gang activity and work to try to help with bills and such….or at least groceries once her parents rejected the criminal nature of her income. To Luna, however, the gang was more like a ‘family’ of sorts in its own right as well, and they seemed to do as the gang’s founders had worked to arrange it. It was still a violent and criminal gang to be sure in the end, but they worked to entice members to stay in its ranks.

Yet as time went on, the gang’s leadership began to change its tactics and goals and the gang began to become a more overt threat within East Brookside and West Watervale and even sought to reach as far as Southern New Athens. Its work began to become more competitive than before with competitors around itself, its interests began to become more and more heated in the streets and behind closed doors alike, and ultimately the gang became a mess targeted by HERO and the police in the end for its growing threat. Straying from the aspirations and claims it had made when she was sucked in at the age of just eight years old, the change in internal culture had been slower moving in an aim to maintain membership and retain numbers until eventually the Blue Skulls’ leadership decided to drop the idea of being like the more organized gangs of Watervale and to become ‘big shots and a major villain organization’ that would outclass them in scale, power, fame, and scope. Yet with HERO crawling down the gang’s spine after several higher-profile incidents involving powered and non-powered members of the gang, including several daring heists in large businesses in Southern New Athens and two instances of mass deaths, the leadership of the gang knew that the target would be on their backs unless something was done to stop it for a little while. Thus came a plan known as the “Cleansweep”, one which involved the delaying tactic and saving the skin of the leadership and those seen as ‘most valuable’ as contacts and such while using the rest of the gang as fodder in an event that became scarred into Castleberg history.

Much of the gang’s lower forces were deployed to seize the bridge going from Brookside to New Athens, a daring move that put the gang on the front headlines of the news as leadership knew supers and cops (“blues” as they called them in the Blue Skulls among members) would be focused on that aspect rather than doing more investigative work. It would draw in combat as the members were told to hold out until ‘a special surprise was ready’. Indeed, many were told that they would be big-timers and at their strongest once the bridge was held for ransom and they fought back supers and the cops, and indeed promises of being able to retire from the gang were made to many as well. To Luna, it was the payout of a lifetime and a mission she didn’t know any alternative to at the time. She was only fourteen years old, having had her powers kick in at the age of ten, and so she too was on that bridge fighting and using the cars and such as barricades alongside others. Yet the last bit of that ‘old spirit’ of the gang’s culture that was leveraged and manipulated to push these members both older and younger to stage that seizure of the bridge was also what the leadership deemed a ‘cleanup’ as well for another reason.

After a three-day holdout from the siege being made on the seized bridge, the Blue Skulls left on the bridge debated freeing what hostages they had kept to secure a surrender. It had gotten that bad for them in just a bit of time, and just at this moment as they moved to surrender and stop the fighting and such, even as the police and heroes were moving in, the Blue Skulls’ leadership sprung their last great and promised ‘surprise’. Three secretly-planted bombs by agents of the leadership went off, killing the remaining surrendering gang members, many police, three supers, and most of the hostages outright while blowing chunks out of the bridge itself and hurting many others. Hence came the resulting title of the incident in the news for years to come: “The Brookside Bridge Bombing”. Among the survivors was Luna herself, scarred and marred in the worst way since she started with the gang. She crawled out of debris as survivors gang, cop, and super alike dug through the rubble and searched the water for survivors. Even if for a brief moment, all were only united briefly in the search for survivors as the news caught the three simultaneous blasts of the bombs on-camera and live.

Luna, for her part, assisted in dragging out two of the former hostages and the dying form of her sub-commander during the battle as she spoke to her. Said sub-commander had suspected something from leadership, but while she had protested initially she had gone along with things in the end due to pressure from some of her peers and from leadership. She’d heard about a ‘cleaning up’ from spying on leadership prior to the operation being carried out, but had not been suspecting that the gang was ‘clearing space’ in its ranks by killing the last of the ‘old culture and old guard’ from its ranks instead of just expanding operations or the like using the capital from a supposed ransom of the bridge. It was madness, and Luna upon getting the news and finding her two old friends were likewise dead amidst the rubble would feel something come over her. Frustration….no, anger. Yet not even anger, but pure, blind, and unadulterated rage. It had always been hard to ‘get her goat’ and make her angry in most cases, but the revelation that they’d all been sent to the bridge to die was something beyond the teenager’s ability to keep calm and level-headed more than enough despite what she’d been able to live through in the past three days already or had seen and done on the streets.

Managing to flee into Brookside using her powers and the chaos of the post-explosions situation, the younger teen’s blind rage was focused as she tore through alleyways and the low-hiding places in the area, bee-lining it to the gang’s main base. While her and only two other members of the gang on the bridge were the only gang survivors out of the dozens that had been placed on the bridge, those at the base who were in the know weren’t expecting survivors either. Told that in case of any they should ‘put them down’, the two human outside guards of the hidden base at the time fired on Luna as she descended upon them and those inside of the building like a rabid and berserk monster. Those who knew, those who didn’t know, she couldn’t tell the difference nor cared at the time in her state as raw fury turned into a nightmare for those there. By the time the blood settled, the haze of uncontrolled fury simmered down, and the screams had faded into quiet once more, the furious monstrosity that Luna had become in more than one way turned back to normal Luna once more….and she was left with coming to her senses and seeing much more clearly what she’d done now in hindsight.

It was a bloodbath that literally spelled the end of the Blue Skulls gang, and Luna after looking through the building for survivors would call the police to her location before sitting there on the rent and torn concrete front steps staring at the dust and blood-covered shoes on her own two feet. Even after the arrival of a group of supers to the location, all they found was death and one kid sitting there mostly unresponsive to the world around her. It took one of them daring to come closer, and softly telling the girl to please come with them, that Luna came back to enough lucidity to go without a fuss or a fight. After the incident, and with leadership gone and HQ a mass grave, the few sub-leaders and those not at HQ during the operation ultimately scattered to the winds or abandoned ship. The daring of the Blue Skulls’ leadership, for what it was worth, was a great and terrible gamble in order to bolster the gang’s fear factor and name in the city while removing what was seen as ‘a lot of obstacles’ to the gang’s full shift in stance and a break from its past. A move to try to go above a ‘mere big gang’ and to become ‘a proper big-leagues villain organization’ by downsizing to ‘only the best and brightest’ of its members instead backfired, leading to the massacre of what was left at HQ and the death of the very gang itself as an organization.

Luna, for her part, was placed within a lockup at HERO One to a certain extent and would see incarceration for the next five years. Five years that would see her not have any contact with her parents for one and a half of those years, before the first time she saw them again she broke out into tears after her father hugged her. Five years that would see her meet a hero visiting ‘youthful offenders’ in the lockup area, coming after Luna’s first six months there, who would seek to get her enlisted into a rehabilitation and preparatory program called “Criminals Turned Capes” after seeing her at-the-time silent, defeated, and rather non-violent state she’d gone into in the aftermath of ‘that day’. Five years which would see her ultimately get into said rehabilitation program for those last four and years of her five year stay, even after some difficulties and debate, that would help her improve herself and work toward becoming something else. It was a day-by-day process, but with visiting heroes, myriad therapy sessions, very close supervision, and ultimately showing enough ‘good behavior and a real desire to change’ that she would one day be approached by H.E.R.O. proper with an offer after the end of one of the rehabilitation sessions. The offer was simple: “You keep up good behavior, and come work for us, you get to leave lockup and stay under supervision. You work for us for long enough, then, and you will earn your freedom in full. If you reject this offer, then you can stay in rehabilitation and HERO One still. Your choice.”

It was a deal she couldn’t refuse….actually, no. Instead it was an opportunity to become something else and do better in the world, and was the one thing that she didn’t want to turn down. If she knew how to fight, might as well turn it to good use. If she could be sneaky or do things, it might as well be to help people. Save lives. Actually make things better, and to keep stupid kids like herself from engaging in the same danger, mistakes, behavior, and problems as she did. Maybe, just maybe, she could put the labor into something that genuinely would help the world be or get better this time around.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

*Spicy food, Thai food, Japanese, and Chinese as well as Chinese-American foods are among her favorite sorts to eat, and her spice tolerance is....unnatural to the eyes of a number of H.E.R.O. staff. Picked up learning Mandarin Chinese due to her frequenting a certain restautant in Watervale's Little Chinatown, and both requested take-out from there during her rehabilitation at H.E.R.O. One as well as seems to have close ties with its owner and the owner's family personally based on observations and inquiries.

*Height: 5’10”/177.8cm

*Luna has noted Italian ancestry on her father's side, with naming patterns continuing to persist along her patrilineal line even long after they moved to America and came to live in what became Castleberg's Little Italy. Similarly, due to their location her father's side of the family kept up speaking Italian to talk with relatives back in Italy and among themselves even through modern times.

*Wrote physical letters while in lockup to each of the families of those at the 'HQ bloodbath' that she knew and regretted the death of, as well as some of those who died on the bridge that she knew to boot. Has memorized the names of a fair many of those lost on the bridge fiasco and the HQ bloodbath. A number have responded back, a nunber haven't responded, and at least two of those she wrote to have kept up more common correspondence with her since that time.

*Her favorite restaurant is a small place in Little Chinatown called "The Jade Lantern", also affectionately referred to as "Mama Feng's Place" by Luna personally. The proprietess, one "Feng, Daiyu", has been described as being as her 'second mother' by Luna, and the source from which she learned a fair bit of Mandarain Chinese and got to be close with the woman's family to boot. Even wrote to her while she was in lockup. Upon her first day of release from lockup, Luna requested to go to the restaurant and was allowed to....but with a distant tail to keep tabs on her just in case. True to her word, however, according to those tailing her she went to the restaurant directly and was seen hugging Ms. Feng and both seemed to be crying.

(Maybe will think of some more later on.)

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

>>> Β (Beta Class) <<<

[ POWERS ]

Self-Biokinesis - A power allowing the user to manipulate and alter their own physiology and biology at will, ranging from simple alterations like hair color and such to even vast body-warping alterations and a change in size. Great super strength and super durability augments, to generating bone spikes harder than alloyed steel and firing them like projectiles, to making chitinous plates on the body, to even warping one’s own body form and shape into some kind of horrific monstrosity out of the horror genre is possible with this power. It is a versatile and strong power in its own right, though these transformations and modifications must be actively done and aren’t lingering passive effects in-perpetuum.

Regeneration/Healing Factor - A potent thing in its own right that affects both healing and one’s stamina very greatly and superhumanly so, normally treated as part of the 'package' of the main Self-Biokinesis power. However, it is listed on its own in this file for a greater ease of reading. Lost limbs, lost chunks of body, losing a number of vital organs, being injected with toxins and poisons, sources that cause genetic damage, and so forth along such lines are all readily surviveable and are possible to recover from. However, affects on the subject's aging has yet to be determined beyond the subject seeming to normally grow heading into her 'prime', though tissue studies indicate the repairing of genetic damage is also part of this sub-power's capabilities. More study is required in the future to better understand these effects, however, in the long-term.

***Note: The hair color of this subject was originally ‘platinum blonde’, and according to parental testimony and photos from before her power emerged this has been verified to be true. However, the hair color is currently pale white and has seemed to change after this power awakened, though after observation and study of the incarcerated subject this has been proven to not be a temporary active effect related to the subject's power. A potential side effect, perhaps? Cause remains currently unknown.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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[ AGILITY ]
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[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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[ LETHALITY ]
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[ ENDURANCE ]
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[ STAMINA ]
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[ EFFICACY ]
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[ SURVEILLANCE LEVEL ]
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***Note: Subject's past has required a high-grade surveillance level at all times since incerceration since that time, though subject's cooperation and willingness to reform and improve, however, are still noted among other additions to the subject's file.

[ SKILLS ]

***Combat/Fighting Skill - Gained from internal training and participation with the Blue Skulls gang from around the ages of 9 to 14 years old, Luna spent years in fights involving other superpowered people, cops, animals, and even other gangs and mundane humans. The evidence she gives for this is of her own myriad scars, which were gained before her powers emerged at the age of ten, and even in the three days prior to The Brookside Bridge Bombing she was among those fighting and successfully holding out on the bridge between Brookside and New Athens when the Blue Skulls moved to take and hold the bridge ransom. From her experience, mentoring and training inside the gang by some of its veterans (including one or two ex-military members from the old guard of the gang), and so forth, she’s a generally pretty competent and seasoned fighter from the streets still by current times from a sense of practicality. Unarmed combat, the use of some firearms, and even things like fighting with knives and improvised weapons are within the realm of her skillset on top of learning how to use her power to fight to boot were introduced into her ‘toolkit’ of skills during her ‘fighting years’ in the gang.

This all being said, this isn’t a reason to overblow what she can do either. Luna isn’t some retired special ops soldier, a middle aged martial arts master, master sharpshooter, knife wielding expert, or so on and so forth. There is always room for improvement, and she is still rather young anyways despite what she’s lived through and learned. Much of her survival can be attributed to her powers, but it's that very survival of hers over the years that allowed her to learn and grow from her experiences as well in turn. Further tutoring and training and some sparring with her powers and regular body alike during her rehabilitation in the “Criminals Turned Capes” program has also helped her better hone herself with further discipline and such in this regard/area of her general combat skill set (naturally she wasn’t taught more how to use a gun or such in this program and such).

***Other Gang-Related Skills - Thievery, robbery, stealing, breaking in, sneaking around, hiding, hiding things for later, smuggling items or substances or other contraband on her person or such, and pickpocketing are things she gained some solid experience in while running with the Blue Skulls. They are certainly not the best sort of skills for a person to have, but they are skills she can still apply and make use of for sure.

***Parkour and Exercise - Two areas she gained experience in from her time in the gang and from the time of her rehabilitation respectively. It doesn’t make her powers suddenly much more agile, but she even now in her normal body can navigate the urban streets well in the field and likewise maintains a disciplined and serious workout routine otherwise in her personal life.

***First Aid - Practical things learned in street fights to recover and help peers, as well as classes in it optionally taken during her rehabilitation program, compose her skills in this area. An at least practical enough combination of experience and training in her case has made her generally competent in this at the very least. Her powers even provide her tools in some cases to help in this realm of things as well, at least in terms of having hands to hold bleeding wounds tightly or so on and so forth in the simpler sense. A skill she holds as symbolically important as ‘learning something to help people’ in her mind as well as it being something that is practically useful in the field as she is taught more in the future.

***Observation - Reading the room, keeping an eye on one’s surroundings in case of sudden danger, navigating the streets of Brookside and even Watervale in dangerous areas, keeping tabs on the mood in a room, noting where you saw something move, and the like are things that have been ingrained into Luna’s mind for longer than she’s was even in the Blue Skulls. It was a way of life needed to survive at her core, and even now she generally keeps it up as a personal habit to continue to hone which has also somewhat turned generally into an instinctual thing for her to do. It isn’t being some mentalist about people or the like, but it's practical as a skill and is something she is at least good and even keen at.

***Languages: Luna can speak American English, a good bit of Mandarin Chinese, and Italian.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Smartphone w/ an Attached Wallet

Wireless Headphones

[ FURTHER NOTES ]

"Potent anti-organic dissolving substances, keeping the subject isolated at longer ranges, and so forth are to be noted in subject's 'Containment' procedures alongside existing measures in the file. Noted in this file because SOMEONE SPILLED COFFEE ON MY COMPUTER, CHISTOPHER, BEFORE I COULD SEND EVERYTHING TO THE DIRECTOR YESTERDAY!"

-Kate from Threat Analysis

Pokemon: Dream

Clarissa Ryte

Factory Floor, Stellar Toy Company, Industrial District, Byjerfal City

(Urban Exploration)

"Girl, same! I'm SO thankful you're okay and SO sorry we took SO long. And like, in the end you saved us? For real, how hilarious is that?"

Chloe's gaze fell on the Pokédex in her arms as the purplette explained what'd happened. "Huh, so like, it's in there? That's so cool. But-- um, you might wanna keep that away from me for now?" She flicked her frizzed hair with furrowed brows, half-annoyed, maybe quarter-joking. "I hold grudges."

Chloe

Clarissa raised one eyebrow for a moment, though soon returned to normal otherwise as she listened to the blonde explain things. She wasn't sure what the Rotom would want to do, and she didn't want to chase the little one off, but she could at least say one thing in particular for the time being. That much she could do at the very least.

"Ah, I'll try to be mindful of that moving forward."

However, the look on Yuu's face was certainly easier to read with her eyes than anything else. No need for powers there....and perhaps it wouldn't be a good idea to try to prod for more informatioon with them either in any case. Even his little partner Pokemon seemed to respond in a somewhat familiar-feeling manner to the psychic,

"You're an idiot."

Despite the insult, Yuu was slightly smiling at Clarissa; there was no contempt in his words as his response sounded more like a jovial, friendly prod at the psychic. "I don't know about the other two, but you don't need to do that for me... if anything should be the other way 'round considering that," Yuu jabbed a thumb in the direction of the open hole the forklift left in their wake.

Are Yuu Ok There, Bro?

"That's so generous of you, but if anything, I owe you a potion! Or like, two. Pretty sure a forklift would've been all 'super effective' on us, you know."

Chloe

However, the offer to come with her to the Contest Hall certainly seemed to resonate more than she thought to each person.

Chloe seemed to light up vividly enough to the psychic's eyes it was easy to see the excitement in them alone. The girl even so much as grabbed one of her hands out of the blue, holding it in her own as she went on with several questions of her own about the event. Noting how she wanted to participate in them herself at some point. Asking about the time the show started. Noting needing to fix her hair once more despite the obvious. Talking about how herself and Jill needed to get themselves ready for it. Then ultimately her Snubbull getting distracted and zooming off after something just off of the factory floor before the blonde girl would zoom off after it in a seeming hurry and a hasty apology that the psychic felt wasn't nessecary due to how understandble the situation seemed.

Yuu, meanwhile, seemed to want to go but auidibly seemed not so pleased about going to where a Contest was in the first place. But inviting her to join the three of them? Er...was it even a 'thing' currently after the aftermath of this rescue operation? Or was it something barely holding together. The tension she could frankly palpably feel between the Chloe and Yuu already even without extending her powers beyond herself, especially from what little she was seeing from how they seemed to regard each other and speak thus far, though ultimately she felt prying or asking either of the two would not result in much but arguing and not much if any good for the moment being. Quite the opposite, really, if her gut instincts were telling her anything about this scenario.

Jill's next comments, however, would give Clarissa the rest of the context she needed otherwise in the moment.

"You know," she said suddenly towards Yuu. "You really should be nicer to Chloe. She's not a bad person, and it's not fair for you to treat her like one." And without further elaboration or even waiting for a response, she scooped up Aster in her arms and then went after Chloe.

Oleander, who had been floating quietly during this whole conversation, glanced dully in the direction of Jill as she ran off. They didn't make any move to follow, just watched her go off as if considering something.

Jill

....Why was Jill's Magnemite just sitting there though? Hmm. Not something she wanted to ask about in the heat of the moment, however, as Yuu's Rotomdex and partner rapidly took action it would take the psychic off-guard somewhat.

"Riolu!" Yuu took a moment to regain his balance as a result of the surprise yanking of his arm. Before he knew it, the Riolu was clambering up the side of Yuu's arm before sitting on his shoulder, much like Sir Lopsalot.

"Rio, rio, riolu!" Jojo held on to Yuu's hair as he cheerfully waved his paw at the Buneary, joyfully greeting and introducing himself to him. The small Pokemon would then give a bright smile to the bunny before holding its paw out to him, "Riolu?"

"Bun?"

Sir Lopsalot seemed to regard Yuu, Chloe, and Jill a little, before he would perk up somewhat as the other Pokemon tried to excitedly approach him in a manner of speaking. The Buneary would get a tiny chuckle out of Yuu's reaction to the clambering Riolu, finding it visibly amusing to himself, before reaching out to try to shake the Riolu's hand with one of his own little arms. The trainers could sort out some of their messes....Arceus knew he could read the room as well. But all the same, Sir Lopsalot seemed content and happy to find someone with a bit more of a positive energy about them at the moment. Or, well, perhaps he felt something similar from the little blue Pokemon? Hmm.

"Bun! Bun bun bun bun."

"...It would be my pleasure to join the three of you."

She still had no full idea of what to think of the whole arrangement, but with the seeming loss thus far of her prior compatriot the psychic still felt as if traveling in some kind of group was the way to go. At the very worst, there were options to split off with if the group fractured somehow. It felt as tentative and shaky as it could right now, though, and Yuu's attitude was certainly a thing she had gotten some kind of iniutial read on even as far back as the lab proper. Still, he'd been willing to help and he and Chloe had been on the same point of telling her that her offer to help them wasn't needed as much as it was the opposite of how they felt about it all in some manner or another.

Them? Owing her? It felt silly, but the fact anyone had been willing to come help was something Clarissa felt simply grateful for in the first place. It had also been an odd turn of events to manage saving her rescuers, however, as much as it was just outright ironic. Even so, the psychic glanced back over her shoulder in the direction Chloe and subsequently Jill had now run off into.

"Though perhaps we should help them for now? At the very least to keep safe after what you three seem to have gone through."

Motioning to Yuu in a generally friendly sort of manner, her facial stoicism notwithstanding, the psychic had basically invited him to come along and follow to help somehow. Maybe it'd help the group a little if they tried to help each other out? Maybe. Still needed to get to the Pokemon Center, perhaps, and then hit the Contest Hall in time. Time to check out her newest party member would be good as well, really, but at least getting ready in time for the Contest would be something. Not that she hoped it would go beyond simply a VIP meet-and-greet sort of thing really.

By the good graces of Celebi, she really didn't want to get on that stage at all. Even the mere thought could send a shiver down her spine. Please no, and no thank you. She already felt pressured to go after ealier anywho...but for now, maybe helping out Chloe would be a good idea. Yes.

@XxFellsingxX@Vertigo@Savo@Rune_Alchemist

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Nyana/Hikari

??? — ??? Forest

*Insert The Freebird Solo Here*

Instead of rising higher and higher into the sky to drop the captured knight, however, the bird flapped it's wings a few times before swiveling around and flying over the forest the group had been so keen on avoiding until now.

At the very least, Nyana would have a good enough view of the ground below as the bird cut through the sky—though maybe not quite at the same speed and steadiness it had approached them at.

Well....this wasn't good. As the large metal bird took her and actually began to fly off sucessfully, the slime knightess would continue to attempt stabbing for a little before her body would begin to slow down. Or rather, more so she began to stop the futile effort of stabbing and ultimately would do so as she began to take note of the current situation as it turned out she (at least currently) wasn't actually being dropped from the sky to crack open the stuff inside. Well, for now at least. Still, she could imagine the tiny forms of her party were likely getting farther and farther away by the second as the bird flew rapidly on over the forest proper.

Not that she could much look back down there where they were from her current and fast-moving position at the moment, admittedly, though she could at least turn her head about enough to look around herself somewhat at the forest and such below at least. Definitely could look up at the metal bird to get a closer look as well at least for that matter. It was....something? Panic only seemed to subside as the thought of 'conserving her strength' began to kick in, or something of the sort she reckoned, and still gripping her sword tightly in her hand and with her shield pinned between her and the bird Nyana would somewhat relax for the moment being otherwise as she did indeed look around herself and up at the bird as her pale white eyes looked about and her head tried to crane about to get what visual information she could. Anything to get a glimpse of the forest or terrain below if she could, and likewise anything to see if she could notice anything more about the metal bird proper.

...Or perhaps her mind was just doing this to distract herself from being bird food for a moment. Eh, might as well talk to the big thing for a second because why the heck not right now. Not like she had anything better to do.

"I promise I don't taste like blueberries, haha....ah, if any exist in this world at least. Maybe I'll get to meet your kids, depending on how this all goes, or at least get to see something cool before I turn into metal bird food."

It...oh it was so hopeless right now, wasn't it? It was almost funny. Yeah. Heh. Funny. So funny she was going to due of laughter.

"Heh. Ha...haha...hahahaha!"

A brief fit of laughter brazenly choked its way out of her somewhat mildly air-drying throat in the spur of the moment, the sensation and feeling almost involuntary somewhat, as the slimegirl laughed for a few seconds as they sailed along through the air and then bit by bit softly went quiet as the sudden intrusive feeling faded away once more. But how couldn't she laugh, really? She was probably going to die again in some even worse fashion than before, and this time without another isekai-ing to another world probably. Then again, if it did happen and she became a cute catgirl that'd be kinda nice. She'd get to die cuter the third time in such a case, albeit before even learning more about the mcguffin she'd stored inside of herself for safekeeping.

Still, the thoughts caused a mild shudder to run up her spine all the same. This despite the-...er, no idea if adrenaline was a thing for slime people actually.

Regardless of her feelings the situation wasn't the best in any case. Not like this giant metal bird was sapient or carrying her to some grumpy local druid or beast tamer who knew it or something and who'd glare at her for trespassing in some 'sacred ancient site' or the like. Maybe it was a construct moving her to an abandoned wizard tower it lived in due to the 'programming' put into it by its maker so long ago, and she'd have to deal with an abandoned magical facility gone wrong? Eh. Too complicated. Too cool, even, for that matter. Could be it was taking her home to feed its babies too, yeah, and that was potentially a more likely thing for her fate at least. Or maybe slimes were useful to keep the nest safe from certain small predators, so much like a certain species of spider kept frogs as pets back on Earth that could be the case here? Hmm.

Eh, for all she knew some adventurer would shoot her and the bird out of the sky or something inconvenient and lead to some awkward situational thing going on or being drug back to some adventuring base of operations to be questioned. In any case, the sky was seemingly the literal limit for the whole situation she was in for now. Better to see what happened and be ready to try to defend her life again when she had a better and less fall-heavy chance of getting free perhaps? Maybe. She'd have to see.

But just then it clicked. Like a lightbulb had turned on inside of her mind, all at once, like the bulb of some old-timey camera you could use in some steampunk game going off. Albeit, rather than laughing this time as she had before, Nyana would simply sigh and half-mumble what came out of her mouth next like it was a chore.

"I just became the literal damsel in distress trope. Oh jooooy..."

@PKMNB0Y@Crimson Paladin@Thunder999999@Expendable

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Nyana/Hikari

??? — ??? Forest

Why was no one here able to be decisive?! It was a thought that raced into the knightess' mind as she braced herself for the bird impact, though the end result of things would feel less-than-ideal in turn. It was already a bit of an alien sensation, to say the least, that she could feel the physical force of the impact ripple through her hard even still as the bird hit the shield and so forth. The shield, at least, seemed to hold up as it did its job of mitigating the impact in some capacity for her to boot. Yet as talons closed around her knocked-back form, the slimegirl would briefly panic and grab out with one arm and hand to try to grab her sword....or anything attached to the ground really. Just happened the sword was the closer thing than the nearby grass or roots.

Were slimes immune to fall damage? She didn't know for sure, but she sure as anything didn't want to test it right now either.

Her shield frattled with a small clattering as it sat wedged between her and the metal bird, and the bird began to rise back up in the air with its new metal-encased and sapient blueberry Jell-O dessert, the knightess witnessed her fellow group members seemingly scramble to try to do something as well. Well, despite the gust from the bird trying to knock them back a bit more at least. Vrelenor seemed to try to ice or chill one of the bird's wings. Jase crawled over and seemed to try to jab at its feather or between them with his blade. Then, finally, the other man whose name she still didn't know came in with his halberd and seemed to try to zoom underneath it to do something? She couldn't tell for sure on that final thing, at least, due to her peculiar position for the time being.

"I wish I had a shotgun...!" Jase calls out. "Or is that against I-see-kee rules?!"

Jase

"Less talky more stabby!!!"

Nyana, for her part, would shout with a hasty and acute panic her her voice as she tried to jab the hastily-grabbed sword of hers into some kind of crack or space between feathers or something of the sort. Even trying to jab or jam it at the base of the thing's feet where the metal-feathered boody met the feet was a thing she'd try if she coould, though the shield and her position didn't make that any easier. In short, she was trying anything as well to get it to put her down again and not try to carry her off like a to-go snack. She really didn't want to be a to-go snack...for one thing, she likely didn't taste like blueberries and another thing was she didn't want to die again already.

@Crimson Paladin@Thunder999999@Expendable@PKMNB0Y

Pokemon: Dream

Clarissa Ryte

Factory Floor, Stellar Toy Company, Industrial District, Byjerfal City

(Urban Exploration)

Was-....ah. Seemed more than just the doors and computers had been a source of fun for the Rotom. A forklift, surprisingly, was crashed and seemed to have burst through one of the doors to boot. To say the least it was a concerning thing....but while it made her worry some about her would-be rescuers, and hoow things could've gone perhaps, it didn't make her regret her offer to the Rotom either. Albeit it was a bit ironic that, potentially, she'd maybe just saved the people who had come to save her. Maybe. Either way, Sir Lopsalot finally sat down on her shoulder rather than stand on it as the duo and their new retinue approached the other trainers. The little Buneary, his facial scar still visible, let a somewhat weary look come to his little face as well as he let out a small sigh to boot.

For Clarissa, however, the first thing to greet her would be-

She then glanced towards the stairs, and, if she saw Clarissa, she would raise her free hand to wave at the other girl. "Hi!" Jill said cheerfully. "We're here to save you!"

Jill-y Hijinks

Ah! The girl with the Aipom, who she'd seen back at the Professor's lab earlier. Seemed friendly enough for sure, and she'd likewise wave back to Jill in a friendly manner despite her own stoic mask returning to form once more. Albeit the other girl with her, which she assumed to be Chloe for sure, seemed to have....ah....oh dear. She'd have to grab something from her things to help with the frizzed hair for sure. Was the least she could do for the trio coming to her rescue.

his eyes would drift over to the stairs and if he saw Clarissa, would stand up and perform a small, single wave of his hand. "So, I take that this is your doing, Clarissa?"

Are Yuu Kidding Me

On the other hand, her eyes would drift over to the third member and sole boy of the rescue party. Yuu. Hmm. Chloe had certianly made some distaste for the boy known over text, that was for sure, but despite that and the boy's prior fussing at another trainer back at Camphor's Lab alongside a seeming attitude he had come along to help. It felt a little bit ironic that he had a Rotom Phone, given the situation, though his proper partner Pokemon seemed to be recieving a bit of affection in the aftermath of things as well.

Still, the girl would return Yuu's wave as well before saying anything as she finally got close enough to teh group to talk.

"I'm certainly thankful the three of you came to help....more so that you all seem to be safe as well and in one piece. It's certainly been a wild ride here."

That was saying the very least about it all. Running into a peculiar Pokemon like this Rotom, feeding jerky to a Gastly (she'd put the sticks she'd taken out up in her things again), and now having the peculiar situation of saving her rescuers after a hard-fought Pokemon battle and managing to get a new little traveling compatriot of sorts for the time being. It was a lot to try to parse, even she had to admit that, though she had to also admit they'd all done what they could too given the circumstances.

"I and Sir Lopsalot managed to catch a Murkrow along the way, though it was a rather hard fought battle, which then led to chasing a Gastly I met here at first to the control room after it took my Pokeball where I met the Rotom controlling this factory.

And now....well, and I've another new little traveling companion of sorts as well sitting in my Pokedex. Ah, not having been captured or such mind. Just a little traveler come along to see the sights and find some fun things out there in Eidda. I'll certainly need to find some food for them and my two Pokemon at some point as well tonight after...well..."

The psychic's hands gingerly held the Pokedex for a few moments, softly running a finger over the turned-off screen, before returning to attaching it to her other hip for transportation purposes. She also wanted the Rotom to be able to 'see' things as well, so stuffing it up in her things wouldn't be fitting perhaps. Didn't want to panic or be mean to the little one that had decided to travel, after all, as again her offer had been and was genuine.

"Umm...I do also have to go by the Contest Hall for this evening, actually, and will be staying at the Pokemon Center for the night afterwards. You're all welcome to come if you'd like, if that's ok with you, and I'd be more than happy to purchase a couple of Potions for each of you and offer you some help as well after this whole mess as well at the very least..."

Clarissa withdrew the VIP ticket and shows it to the others, though her tone of voice seemed less-than-enthusiastic about it all even if she personally felt determined to do as she'd promised earlier to Valerie. Likewise, however, a pang of guilt kicked into the psychic as she tried to make at least some offer to assist or recompense the others for their kindness in coming to save her. It was, however, all enough for Sir Lopsalot to take his little left arm and once again pat the side of his trainer's head in a sympathetic sort of manner. After this, however, the little Pokemon looked at the mischevious Aimpom, over at Snubbull, and then down at the Riolu by Yuu's side finally with a slightly curious look on his face.

"Bun? Bun bun."

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