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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

Boink.
'What?'

Wobble.

'Huh?'

Why did that guy's chest resemble jello? Easy answer. It wasn't his chest but someone elses. His beefbabe had gotten in the way of his glorious kick and thus saved, what Suzakura would label as...

'That lucky foureyed punk!' He thought before ruffling his own hair quickly in frustration. "Ahh come on! Mina! I was having a moment here! This completely ruined the mood. You better make it up to me you hear!" He uttered in a disappointed manner, but then again, there would surely come new opportunities to punish the guy for his un-thugish appearance. Someone who waited for something good, couldn't wait too long. With such in mind he let his irritation slip away. It reminded him that there could possibly still be some more time before he could officially hook up with Chinami.

"Oh well, I guess it cannot be helped... Are you allright? No, not you meeky geeky. Her. Good thing you have that extra layer." The proud bully stated while shrugging his shoulders, then he put his hands into his pockets and approached the duo.

"Hey! Keep your scrawny but brawly rat-paws off my bovine babe!" He barked out as he got closer to see how the guilty had grabbed his partner in the refined art of oppression.

"Look! A pervert! Leacher! We have a pervert here!" Suzakura didn't waste any time to proclaim foul, holding up his both hands to his mouth as if they were part of a megaphone. "Shit. Nobody cares... Well fuck me. Come on Mina, let's bounce. I can settle my buisness with the foureyed pervert another day." Suzakura took out his right hand from his pocket and held it upwards with a flat hand, as if he was lazy-waving to someone.

The grumpy bully however kept glaring at Michael, or rather what he could see of the guy under all that... beef.

'I'd bet Chinami-chan is having the time of her life just about now...Hngn. Probably having a pillow fight with some other girls.'

@Scarifar@AtomicNut@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz Paladice

The rain kept falling, the wanderer kept wandering. The puddles of water along the street didn't bother him the slightest, as he began to walk into the Rhean national tournament grounds. Silence. There were no sounds aside from the rain and his footsteps, as he wandered out into the middle of the grounds. The many benches surrounding the vast arena was as expected all empty. Upon reaching the middle of the field, Orpheuz knelt down to feel the ground itself.

'Has it already come to pass, or is it waiting to happen? So many questions, yet so little answers...' The hooded figure shook his head softly from side to side, it irked him that despite his vast trip. It had not yielded him much answers so far. Perhaps it was time to seek out someone who could enlighten him on the happenings of the city. His own knowledge was limited in that regard. He rose up again and allowed the falling rain to clean his hand of any dirt he had contacted when feeling the ground itself.

'A cleansing spring to clean away the filth, that's not a bad thing. Isn't that right? My mate of soul. We shall dance forever, but for now the masquerade is still going on. You did enjoy those... my princess.' He closed his eyes momentarily, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

'The unknown threat to all of us, just what kind of enemy did that man speak of? It doesn't really matter does it? I will hold up my end of the bargain. Without him I wouldn't have this chance, the chance of one in a lifetime...' The thoughts came back to him, of the mysterious man which had made him the great offer. Whereof Orpheuz had been quick to agree to it, it wasn't a bad deal. A ticket for a one-way trip was worth... everything.

'No matter who the enemy may be, I am ready to face you and this world...anew.' He thought as his gaze fell upon the moon as it was beginning to peek out from some clouds.

"To be born anew, is this how you feel every night? Watching us all from up there..." The orange-eyed figure gazed up to the full moon, the light of the moon reflecting in his eyes. 'But do you feel the same as I? Not that a moon could feel a thing. But even you have your lunar eclipse, shrouding who or where you are. Yet despite all that, past that cloak of darkness you are still the same. Will I be able to say the same when all is over and done. When I can find the light to my shade.' There were many uncertainties lying ahead, a path he had believed to have been fate or destiny had once before played it's cruel melody on him. Yet despite it all, the very gods themselves had taken pity on him. Or was it a test of his determination? Whichever the case. He would get everything or nothing, there was no middle-ground. To rule among the stars, or to fade away completely in their presence.

He took the moment to close his eyes if only for a moment, and remembered his other half. That long blonde hair flowing in the wind, the fine blue garments that was befitting of someone of such noble blood. The soft smile and the unmistakable laughter. He smiled slightly, someday soon, he would hopefully be able to see that smile once again. Hear that voice again. The two dogtags attached by his necklace jingled slightly as he began to walk again... towards the distance.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

A flight ticket. He couldn't recall having ordered one, yet nontheless he found himself a clear distance away from the table which Michael sat at. The bully couldn't help but notice his face felt abit funny, but before he could inspect it, a tall bulky looking guy. Older than he were grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him up rom his prone position.

"You scrawny brat! Look what you did to my girlfriend's dress!" The older guy yelled in his face and nodded in the direction of his girlfriend which were clad in a long blue dress, which had gotten some unceremonial drink now adding to the decoration.

"Not a bad catch. But damn she is old." Suzakura replied in a slightly groggy manner, before headbutting the guy in his face, causing him to lose his grip of the bully. The older guy held onto his own face as his nose apparently got broke, Suzakura which had just headbutted him could sympathize with him. Blunt trauma to the head sucked. So being the nice kind of guy he were, he decided to shift the focus of pressure. He gave a firm and fine knee to the guy's pelvic region, causing him to slump over in pain. Not only did this take the guy out for the count, it also provided some needed seating, thus the bully took the opportunity to sit down on the man's upper back as he had slumped over. Suzakura crossed his legs, and felt his face with his left hand.

'That little foureyed bitch actually could throw a punch...' He thought as his tongue found his missing tooth, he spit it out to his right at a thin looking guy standing there just watching the chaos, with a paper cup with a sucking straw into it.

"Excuse me..." Suzakura said, leaning over slightly from his sitting position, allowing his regeneration to kick in and heal up the bruising on his face and his missing tooth would gradually be restored. But right now, the drink came at a good time. He took the paper cup with the sucking straw, taking some of the soda liquid inside of it, moving it around in his mouth before spitting it back out into the cup, handing it back to the guy which had bought it.

"That'll do. Time for round two...." Suzakura rose up from his makeshift seat, stretching his arms slightly. Before allowing his musculature to strengthen, giving himself more speed, strength and agility all in one, before finally moving back up towards Michael in a way a boxer would, with his hands raised. But it would be from his legs that a kick would come, seeking to slam right into Michael's chest.

@Letter Bee@Scarifar

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz Paladice

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Rain. A soft rumble in the distance far away. Far away. But not as far as others had tread. In the rain a lone young man strode down the streets of Rhea, passing by an old abandoned apartment complex of several stories high. Something was moving inside, perhaps some uneasy specter or phantom from ages past. Perhaps it was just the wind blowing some old curtains within. The rainwater slowly traced it's way over the long black raincoat, the hood raised up and slightly obscuring the face of the young man.

The reflection in the windows of the building making him look like a shadow. A shade. Coated in black. Like a phantom from another world. Atop the opposing side of the street was another building, the dark roof held a rooster figure mounted upon it, which would spin slightly from the wind. Creating a screeching sound as the young man traversed forwards, his black boots stepping into puddles of water without any sign of hesitation.

Then there came a sight which was not an uncommon one within Rhea, the school of St Laurels. A prestigious and school of good standing, a shining example of Rhea's youth but also of the past. Many former students would find themselves working within it, helping to raise the next wave of youngsters. In this rainy day, there was no activity outdoors. Only a hydromancer could truly appreciate such weather no doubt.

The young man momentarily stopped to look up at the cloudy sky, the cap under his hood obscuring his right eye while his other shimmered in orange. Strands of greenish-blonde hair was hanging out from the hood, one on each side of his neck, all the way down to his torso.

"We shall never part. You remember? That's what I told you..." The voice came out soft, yet brimming with determination and an undertone of anger. His head lowered shortly afterwards, his hands slipping into his raincoat pockets fully as he continued along his way.

A truck drove by, bearing the prestigious name of the Ravenovich Bank. It's tyres slamming into the various pools of water, creating miniature tidal waves which would spread out along the sidewalks. There were a few shops along the street, the first being a clothing store, they had recently closed for the day. Yet one could still peek into the windows and see the mannequins there, one in particular was clad in an almost military fashion and the other was clad in a dress. The young man briefly stopped to look inside the store.

Fabrics. Something which could be both textile and something completely different. Like the fabrication of a lie, or a fabric of imagination. It made him wonder about the world itself, just who was pulling the strings of it all?

The gods? Just who were they. What could they do? Were they the cause of all things good and evil? There were things such as ancient evils. A thing he firmly believed in, no matter what world one would label as reality. Power was a tool that could subdue both evil and good, power was like water. You needed some of it to live, yet if you would have too much you would drown. The downpour coming from the cloudy skies didn't make him doubt it for a moment.

'Whatever you need to float your boat, as long as you are the captain and in charge. What else matters?' The young man blew some hot air out from his mouth at one of the long strands of hair hanging in front of his face. How his hair moved upon meeting his breath reminded him of precious memories, of a past he couldn't go back to in any other shape or form.

The street momentarily turned into cobblestone as he walked past an old Rhean church. The tower held a single window. He wished he could gaze out from it from up there, like he had done in the past. Amidst the best of company. Company which he couldn't help but feel he was missing terribly. Upon getting closer to the church, he could see a light coming from one of the windows, next to a side-door to the church. Likely leading down into it's basement. The young man reached out with his right hand, lifting it from it's resting place in his pocket. He twisted the handle as the door gave a creaking sound. It opened.

Upon entering he began to walk down a set of stone stairs until he came upon a chamber which was well lit, only by using candles. A young lady. At least he thought she were. Was sitting there praying, her white attire and short blonde hair made her stand out amidst the grey stone walls. The girl turned abit startled on hearing his footsteps. "Oh thee startled me. Have thee cometh here to pray? Wait thou aren't part of... Who art thou?" The blonde girl asked curiously as she rose up from her kneeling position.

"My name is not important, but I am looking for someone. I thought it was you, but I was mistaken. Excuse me, I shall leave at once." The young man began to turn to walk away.

"Hold up." The girl said and began to walk over as the young man stopped in his tracks. "Have we met before?" The shorthaired and short girl continued as a sense of eagerness overtook her.

"No you are mistaken. I have travelled from far away, I assure you have not seen me here before. You might aswell forget I was ever here to begin with. Now I must be on my way." The hooded boy made his way up the stone stairs again.

"It's still raining!" The girl yelled after him, but to little avail as he proceeded to head out into the rain. What did it matter that he would get drenched by abit of water, most people took baths regulary anyways. Abit of rain wouldn't be the end of the world.

"The end of the world..." He said in a low manner to himself. 'I've been there. I am still there. At the end of the world, there's indeed a vast waterfall. I've taken that plunge into the dark water...' He thought as he proceeded along his way, passing by one of the Rhean graveyards. He stopped by the iron gates. He felt fear. Fear. Him?

A small part of him was screaming at him not to enter, but that scream was but a whisper in the wind. The iron gate opened. His black boots stepped unto the gravel road that was leading into the graveyard, the rain kept falling and he walked over a few muddy pools along his path until he reached a specific location in the graveyard.

There it was. A feeling of relief. He stood before a place which bore no gravestone, no sign nor hint of anyone ever having laid there. He fell on his knees, his face looking up to the sky, raindrops falling down upon him.

"Thank you. This time will be different. Definitely." He reached up towards the cloudy sky with his right hand, his fingers spreading wide before his hand turned into a fist. The tensing of the young man's body, caused the top three buttons of the raincoat to become undone. He stood up after awhile, his rise was accompanied by a soft metallic sound as two dogtags were clicking against each other, attached into a silvery chain around the young man's neck.

"The road ahead for this phantom of the utopia..." He turned his gaze towards the sky before he seemed to phase out of the world itself, vanishing from the graveyard to reappear...somewhere else.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

The ambitious bully couldn't help but feel that what Erisse said sounded really good. Causing him to momentarily pause in his attempt to whisper something to Michael, putting him on hold for a moment.

"You... you know you are right. I have a whole life ahead of me and have a girlfriend. You are too old and can't be part of my harem. We have a required age limit now." Suzakura said in a proud manner, as if this was what he had planned all along.

He had somehow forgotten that the old woman before him was actually a teacher in Lord Kiburi's school. How had he forgotten all about her? Was it due to all these other attractive girls being so into him that he had somehow put her on hold?

"Oh yeah, Kiburi... hey doesn't that make us like family? You are like a really big sister then. No wonder we can't date then." Suzakura nodded to Erisse in agreement and then looked to Michael.

"Doesn't all that make alot of damn sense Mikey? Oh... Right.... Back into buisness... you see..." He began to lower his voice, holding out his free hand towards Michael. As if he were to discuss rocket science, or something very important. The bully tried to make Michael become focused on him straight ahead. While his mischevious offhand began to flip his soda upside down. Preferably down Michael's neck, but anywhere over the guy could have been a good second place reward.

"Whoops! How clumsy of me! My bad! My bad!" Suzakura said aloud as he attempted to spill the entire soda-cans contents over the prodigious painter.

Though there were doubts in Suzakura's mind, he originally wanted to pour said drink into the guy's pants, but due to unfortunate events the guy was sitting down, making such a move more difficult. How fate could be cruel. There was going to be no 'Haha! Look he pissed himself.' today. Such a classic would have indeed lightened his day. But sometimes you just have to settle for second spot. What a bummer though.

@Scarifar@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The man in the suit had gotten what looked like a file cabinet dropped upon him from the floor above, seeing what he did Rev couldn't stop his mind from drawing a conclusion.

'Case closed.' He thought, but it had been too early, the man was seemingly still capable to fight back, even if the damage had certainly been done to him. To such a point Dr Nightman had finally appeared through the doorway itself. The doctor's words towards them, even if he felt them mostly directed at Rev.

"I am not who I used to be, Simon. But neither are you I believe. " Rev replied quickly to the doctor, while still keeping his sword of light in his both hands, as Nightman pulled his servant into a dark void, or so it would appear.

Rev simply scoffed at hearing Nightman speak about fairness, but it was the manner of speech used by the doctor that made Rev make his decision. 'So he doesn't know after all...' He thought, drawing the conclusion that Nightman indeed was no mind reader, but rather a mesmer. A deceiver just like... Rev could hear the familiar sound in his ears. Cling. Clang. The unmistakable sound of the crown falling down that long staircase, it's bejeweled and golden shape casting reflections along it's way down the well lit staircase.

A reflection. No, it was his brother. Standing there at the top of the stairs with an outstretched hand, his face covered in darkness, the only visible thing being his smile. That deceptive and horrible smile. The deceiver king. And next to him stood the princess, her inviting smile and aloofness transcending both time and space. Cling clang. Along the staircase stood all the beheaded nobles who met the same fate as his brother. It was in that moment Rev came back to the present, only a brief moment had passed but he had seen so much.

"You are one to talk, you are a thief! You think stealing our powers will fill up that void in your chest and make you like born anew? You only get one chance, one try. Life isn't fair, only death is fair. It comes to all. Therefor-" Rev said aloud, his voice raising before he dashed forwards, seeing however that Nightman was firing towards Chinami and Ken. Beams of light? It was Rev's gift being used. No.

'... you will live.' Rev thought as everything seemed to almost go in slowmotion, or was it his speed making everything else seem slow. He wasn't that fast was he?

"You are already a replica!" Rev yelled out, as he crouched down when he came close enough to the now two Nightmans, swinging his sword of light in a horizontal manner, attempting to hurl a wide-arc light projectile to attempt to amputate the Nightmans four legs at once, right below the kneecaps. Nightman didn't have to die. Not now. Not yet. Rev wanted to someday show Simon the truth of the world. There was no reason to stain Ken and Chinami's hands with his blood. It made the sword-wielder grit his teeth. What about his own? He knew the answer very well. Were it the flickering lights, he thought for a moment he could see the face of his brother. Giving off that haunting smile before fading away as quickly as he had come.

@KillamriX88@Letter Bee@Lewascan2

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

"Damnable pirates, that they would travel through the Debris Zone of all places. Are they really that desperate or is it madness? Eh Major?" A gruff sounding captain spoke up from his seat, a man in his fourties with a scar at his chin. The man's darkbrown eyes scanned the sight before him, his equally dark wavy hair neatly kept in place by his military cap, the man also sported some impressive sideburns. Behind his seat stood another man, dressed in a red uniform with gold details, his chest decorated with many medals and bearing the rank of Major. The far younger man bore a set of piercing blue eyes and blonde hair, his physical build was that of an acrobat rather than a bruiser.

"True survivors do with what they have at their disposal in order to survive, if the Tekkadan taught us something, it is that the more cornered an animal is, the more likely it will lash out and fight to the end. No matter what that end may be, captain. These pirates aren't that much different, especially those who employ pilots which use the AVS. To a regular pilot of the Gjallarhorn army, these pilots are what a wolf is to a deer. Armed with sharp fangs. Hunting in a pack. Coordinated and ferocious. The outcome should be obvious in most cases. However there are things even wolves know to stay clear of. Bears. No matter how much they howl, bite or co-ordinate they won't take it down." The blonde rose up from his leaning position and walked past the seated captain, his eyes wandering over the view that lay ahead. The captain soon offered his reply.

"Heh. You fancy yourself a bear then sir?" The captain said with a grin, before he took a sip from his coffee-cup that was just within reach.

"Something like that. A predator cannot understand a prey or vice versa. Yet a fellow predator can respect and understand the hunger another predator feels." The major crossed his arms as he squinted out through the vast window, out at the field of debris floating around.

"I just don't understand, Major. Why are you piloting that old, pardon me from saying. That old scrapheap." It didn't take long for the captain to receive his answer, it came just as he was putting down his coffee-cup.

"Don't underestimate my Gullinkambe, captain. The Geirail while being an old model, and considered outdated by most. Is still a weapon. A small cut can end a man's life if you know where to aim. It were my first mobile suit. I specifically tracked down my training machine and requested to use it in battle. You could say it is kind of like a brother to me. It enjoys to hunt down bigger prey." The major raised one of his hands to adjust his hair, twirling a finger at a lock at his neck.

"U-understood... I am not questioning your impressive record, Major Charles Le Greif. I was just intrigued." The captain said with a slight sweatdrop at his cheek.

"It's fine. We all have things that intrgue us, captain. One of those things for me is to fight the strong. You cannot become a better pilot by fighting the meek or by having the machine do all the lifting for you. We live in a world where things often can be settled by the push of a trigger. I think we all remember the sight of the Dainsleif on the battlefield..." Charles couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the memory, a very unfortunate turn of events. He began to ponder, just how far would the Tekkadan and the revolutionary fleet have gotten had it not been for those wretched weapons.

"Aye. I do remember it... but that's war. You do what you have to do in order to win, right?" The captain said while grabbing a cookie from the plate next to his coffee-cup.

"Indeed." The blonde major replied, a slight upturn at the corner of his lips as he stood with his back against the captain.

"There has been some who put too much reliance on the performance of their machine, rather than the performance of themselves. I think that can be said for the Gundam Bael's last pilot. It is people you are to rely upon, including yourself and those who share your dream. Not by waving a flag or icon, like a child whose found his father's sword. Many swords are double-edged, it is easy to get cut if you are being foolish." Charles began to walk up the stairs of the command bridge to put himself back at the same elevation as the captain, looking into his eyes as he did.

"Mhm. Understood sir." The captain nodded before calling out to one of the crew which were handling transmissions.

"Any word from the scout yet?" The captain said impatiently, drumming his fingers on his armrest, while leaning his head into his other hand.

"Nothing so far, sir." The crew-man replied in a quick manner, before returning to check in his headset.

"A hunter must be patient, captain. Time you spend waiting, is time well spent. Those who are rash usually don't last long. Remember this well captain." The blonde nodded his head towards the captain.

"A-ah... yes sir." The gruff looking captain adjusted himself in his seat, having slid down into too much of a comfortable position.

"Though I must admit, the existance of the gundams make me shiver with anticipation. Now imagine....A gundam and a pilot connected by an AVS. Now that is a hunt. What could possibly be a more suitable foe to face in battle? Perhaps a mobile armor. But those are even more rare. If there's still any remaining. I like to think there are. Because people are resourceful, who knows what could be locked away in some old dark room. Just waiting to be rediscovered." The young major allowed himself a brief chuckle as he began to lean on the captain's backrest again.

"You sure is something else, Major." The captain said while one of the crewmembers filled up his coffee-cup again.

"I am human. Nothing more, nothing less. We are what we set out to be, our actions speak for themselves. Sometimes however, a single man or woman can alter history as we know it. It isn't Bael which has shaped Gjallarhorn into what it is today, it has been it's pilots and the actions of other people which has stood in it's path. Every little drop of water upon a leaf will eventually gather together into something bigger before falling off. Same can be said of the people which were with the Tekkadan. It wasn't that their mobile suits were necessarily stronger, but rather the sheer fanatism which seemed to seep into the people piloting those machines. It made them relentless, desperate opponents. The kind which can strike fear into the hearts of people. Which can have varying effects, such as creating allies who wouldn't want to be on the receiving end, while on the other side also create enemies who would like nothing more than swat that buzzing fly." Charles made a fingersnap with his left hand, then reached out for one of the cookies still remaining on the captain's plate. Picking it up with his left hand, using only his thumb and the finger next to it to hold it up with his white glove, as if it wasn't a cookie at all but a coin.

"Much like this cookie, which has sweet topping at one side, and is barren on the other. Some people are incapable of seeing things from the other side. If you want to truly bring defeat to your enemy, you must first understand how he thinks. Then you can take the appropriate actions. At the same time, you must keep yourself aware that they may try to do the same to you. Do you know why I keep an open channel in battle?" He asked, while placing the cookie back to it's plate, before sitting down this time into his own seat on the bridge.

"Enlighten me." The captain said, motioning with his broad arm and hands for the major to continue.

"Because an enemy you know, is an enemy harder to kill. An enemy which bears a face or name. When they see their opponent as someone, rather than something. That is when many will hesitate to pull the trigger. How do I know this? Because that is how we humans are. Different. Yet also so very alike. When you have your enemy pondering if what he is doing is nothing short of killing himself, his mental state or his soul if you so wish. That is when you know you have him." The blonde major crossed his legs and momentarily threw a glance to his polished black boots, taking a brief pause before continuing.

"You never know if the pilots you capture will end up having valuable information, thus it's fruitful to incapacitate them instead of outright killing them, whenever such is possible. The easiest way is to attack their ship, without a place to resupply, repair their damaged machines or means of retreat. They will be forced to surrender or be outright destroyed in a battle they cannot truly win with their lives intact. If they do surrender, you will not only have valuable captives which have information, but you will also be able to capture their machines. Perhaps even their very souls..." Charles held up a finger as to make a point to the captain, before the major's gaze fell back to staring at the debris zone before them. "If there will not be a reply from your scout soon, I will ask for your permission to sortie, captain. This is your ship after all, ranks aside." The blonde leaned back in his seat, looking at his gloved right hand before tightening it into a fist.

"Permission granted..." The captain adjusted his hat and tried to make himself more presentable as he sat there in his seat.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

Boredom. Complete and utter boredom. Suzakura couldn't do anything else but sigh as he pondered about his options, having watched the ongoings inside and outside of the ring.

'Damn petty Pete is looking too damn miserable, if I were to go and mess with him right now it would lose all point in doing so. What purpose is there in doing that to someone already so sad it makes the tears cry tears of their own. No. I need to wait until the beef critter is in a better mood so I can wreck it. Oh yeah!' Suzakura felt invigorated for but a brief moment, as he pulled the pinky finger our of the ear, looking at the earwax stuck to it.

"Eww disgusting." He said and quickly detached it against the shirt of the small boy with the eyeglasses which he had just given a wet willy, while his mind had been preoccupied with what he could possibly do to cure his boredom.

"Well thanks for trying to make my day better little buddy!" Suzakura said, turning the shorter more meek looking kid around, patting his shoulders with both his hands to such a degree the boy's glasses dropped down to the ground. The boy shortly after reached for them, only to hear the familiar sound of Suzakura. "Oops! You should watch out for yourself man!" As the taller of the two stepped on the glasses with his boots.

Then Suzakura zoned out to avoid hearing the sobbings of the boy, what was it with people being so overly sensitive to everything? The world was a rough place to be in, you had to toughen up! The sooner the better. Filled with new motivation, and that he had done all he could to his surroundings, he happened to throw a glance to the upper stands on his way towards the resting area for many of the combatants. Suzakura made a slight whistle on seeing what he could only describe as....

'Hot teach within reach!' His eyes widened towards Erisse, who seemed to have thrown a glance towards him. Or did he just imagine it? He had to play it safe.

"Oops." He said aloud and dropped the keys he had previously borrowed from some careless teen, he couldn't even remember who it was only that the opportunity was there. As the keys hit the floor, he made sure he was facing Erisse's direction with his back before he slowly bent down to pick up the keys in the most sexy way he could.

'I gotta keep you in mind for later and compare with Chi-Naminamnam. Perhaps a best bikini faceoff...' He rose up slowly, and threw a glance over his shoulder, tipping a hat he didn't have like a cowboy would. 'Allright ma'am.' The young man then kept walking around the various stands, thinking of his pickup lines. It had to be something a teacher could appreciate.

'A: Because you are amazing, B: Because you are beautiful, C: Because you are clever and D:... Because you want it!' The young man gave himself a pat on the back as he approached what he could only describe as the perfect subject. He was chatting to a girl aswell which could certainly qualify as cute. But Suza's keen eyes detected that she was sorely lacking in some other aspects.

'Crap. I am thristy after all this work, damn Mina. Oh wait a bartender is heading this way... perfect.' He mused in his own head as the shorter and younger boy approached with a tray of drinks, his cap clearly sponsored by those hosting the tournament.

"Man! You are a lifesaver!" Suzakura felt a sudden burst of joy as he grabbed the boy's head on it's sides with both his hands, looked into his eyes, then reached to pick up a soda with one hand, pulling down the boy's cap with the other. Then proceeding to spin the boy around abit, and then discreetly pushing him with his boot into a section of the crowd that was jumping and cheering.

The boy vanished in the crowd, only accompanied by the sound of crashing glass and yells and cursing by what sounded like some older teens. didn't take the bully long to pop open his well deserved soda and take a swig. "Oh yeah, that's what I needed." He said aloud to himself, continuing up to the guy with the eyeglasses and the girl next to him. And a teacher looking- Wait a sec.

'What?!' The teach had walked over all the way over there before he did. But what was even worse, she was holding out a rose to the NERD. WHAT?! He snapped the rose. She proposed to the nerd and he rejected her?

'Why you little shit- Bullying that hot teach... Looks like we have some catching up to do foureyes...' Suzakura grinded his teeth as he got closer and closer towards where Erisse and Michael were.

The bully of Kiburi arrived just in time to hear the two introduce themselves. 'Erisse? What a fitting thing it had two 'S' in it'. As Suzakura felt it awfully fitting as he oogled at her bodyshape. 'Alot of 'S' right there.' Ofcourse he could pull of something like that himself with his powers, but it was always a pleasure to see nature at it's finest.

Then his gaze fell on the one he had labeled as a nerd. His name was Michael. "Yo! Mikey-crikey, I've been looking all over for you! Your buddy was asking for you, she needed some super serious foureyed assistance! Also fairest of evening you woman of fine attributes!" Suzakura motioned with his both hands, one hand still holding unto his soda which he raised as he praised Erisse. He did his best impression of someone who had an urgent message to deliver.

"It's something that can't be said loud in public Mikey..." He said in a hushed manner, motioning Michael to get closer so he could whisper to him.

@Scarifar@Letter Bee

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Charles Le Greif

"A name can mean many things, or nothing at all."

Name: Charles Le Greif

"How one looks is important. But not as important as to know how to behave."

Appearance:

Charles picture

Charles wear a red and gold military coat, white breeches (wide pants), black knee-high boots and white gloves. In his attire is also a belt, with his gun-holster and pistol. He bears two extra magazines in a pouch on the opposing side of the belt. His uniform also bears his rank (Major) aswell as medals he has earned while in service to the Gjallarhorn military.

"Nothing made of flesh and bone can live forever."

Age: 27

"Past is vast, like the starry space. Dark yet with it's small moments of light."

Background:

Born to a middleclass family, Charles never had a shortage of things, neither did he have an overflow of it. His education and grades were good and he could have chosen just about any profession as his own. Yet of all things available, the then young man chose to enlist in the Gjallarhorn army.

His time in the army made him stand out early on as a reliable cadet, excelling in mobile suit simulations, strategy and tactics aswell as physical training. His capablities with small arms fire such as rifles or guns were good, but nothing extraordinary.

The overall performance of the young man saw him picked for special ops training and becoming a mobile suit pilot. On his first sortie he managed to shoot down two UGY-R41 Man Rodi's and one IPP-0032S Gilda, which had been used by pirates. It were in this battle that he first came to know about the Alaya-Vijnana System, after having inspected the enemy mobile suits post battle.

Only Charles and three others out of the eight that sortied, made it out of the battle alive. Whereof one of them passed away shortly after from the injuries he sustained in battle. Charles has since that day partaken in many sorties and missions for the Gjallarhorn military. And as he rose up in ranks, he came to chose to sortie himself even when his superiors or subordinates reassured him there were no need to do so.

During a ten year period he rose to the rank of Major. Mostly due to his success in combating pirates which were plaguing the trade-routes in space, having shot down many mobile suits, taken captives, scavanged captured mobile suits or retrieved lost shipments.

"Can you truly understand me, when you cannot even understand what you are doing?"

Personality and Reputation:

Charles is a calculating, philosophical and charming individual. Orderly, fashionable and precise in his approach on missions and social life, making sure to always address his superiors properly and his sub-ordinates alike.

In battle he may outwardly seem honorable, but his style of fighting is anything but honorable. Prefering to exploit weaknesses in the enemy mobile suits or attack the weakest link. He also enjoys keeping an open channel when dealing with enemies, taunting, mocking or trying to psychologically attack them with words alone to get an upper hand.

He believes it prudent to seize captives in battle, while also neutralizing the enemy's means of escape or resupply, thus the enemy ship is a high priority for him. Information is the key to victory.

To strategize with his allies is another thing which he prefers to do when possible, to best figure out where to best put them and himself to the best use.

Among Gjallarhorn he is known as the "Golden Griffon", due to his custom Geirail which bears many extra thrusters, giving it far more mobility much like a winged animal, but also from his machine bearing gold-coloured details on a red and white machine.

"Some may speak with a silver tongue, but silence is always golden."

Mobile suit:

Name: Geirail Custom "Gullinkambe"
Frame: EB-04 Geirail (Heavily customized) (Painted in Red (Outer frame armor), white (inner frame) and gold (Details on outer armor). With the 'eye glow' being blue). The machine also bears a mohawk styled helmet, where the mohawk is gold painted).

"It is important to know what gear one ought to wear."

Equipment:

Drill rapier: A rapier-looking sword shaped like a drill and can spin like one aswell to give that little bit of extra piercing factor. This is usually wielded by the main hand (Right hand)

Morningstar: A spiked ball attached to a long grip, allowing for massive blunt damage to anything it hits. This is usually wielded in the off-hand (Left hand)

Drill feet: Transforms the feet of the machine into drills that can be used to damage enemies

Extra Thrusters:
- 2 Located at the back of the machine, allowing better forwards movement
- 2 Located at the sides of the shoulderpads, allowing better sideways movement.
- 2 Located at the front of the shins on the machine, these are normally closed except when the pilot wants the little bit extra to go into reverse flight or do some flipping manuevers in the air.

Chestmounted vulcan guns: The only ranged weapon on the machine, capable to shoot down rockets or inflict very minor damage to enemy mobile suits. More of a utility tool and nuisance than a threat. Unless you are on foot or be in a shuttle.

Backskirt thruster-shield: More of a makeshift type of tool that can be utilized, alongside the two thrusters that come attached to it.

"Details matter too. Better not miss out on them, or you'll pay dearly."

Others:

- Self-destruct mechanism: Use at your own discretion.
- Back-hover unit
- Ahab Reactor
- Nanolaminate armor
- Ahab thrusters
- Thermal Phase Transition Thrusters

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

I think so, but gotta wait for one of the GM's to get online :)