Duoya

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

@Rune_Alchemist
Oh no, socialization! Jk, will get up a post sometime tonight!

Darkness in the Light

@GarlandDaHero
I just noticed this - if Seth is stuck in his armor, how does he eat? Or use the restroom?

Darkness in the Light

Samuel Dukes

Appearance

Standing at 1.83 m meters tall and weighing 205 pounds, Samuel is very imposing for a man of the cloth. While he does not smoke, he does carry cigarettes and cigars on him for others. His graying hair is kept short, and is rough to the touch. Scars litter his body, the result of carpentry accidents over the years, tarnishing his tanned skin.

Despite these intimidating factors, even spending a few minutes talking with him will reveal that he is an incredibly kind and gentle man. His eyes are soft, and he speaks in a slow and gentle manner in order to make others feel comfortable. He talks very simply in order to be sure that he is easy to understand, and does his best to help others whenever he can. Finally, he prefers to wear his robes or warm clothing, as he enjoys soft things.

Name: Samuel Dukes

Title: The Healer

Gender: Male

Age: 38, but looks older

Personality: Samuel is an extremely caring individual, and will do his best to make everyone happy. Hell, the entire reason he became an adventurer was because he wanted to travel around the world, helping the people he finds along the way. Life is an experience, after all, and you should do your best to be experience all you can and find the thing you want to do. Despite these beliefs, however, Samuel never drank, smoked, and he doesn't eat animals for ethical reasons. He is strictly vegetarian, but will not try to restrict others in the same fashion. He never swears, with the strongest words in his vocabulary being "Dang it". He has never hated another person, and loves hearing about their stories - he will very often befriend people and paint pictures of the two of them together, but most of these paintings are given to the other individual since Samuel doesn't have the room to carry around dozens of paintings.

Samuel is very accepting of others, and does his best to be interested in other people's hobbies - if it makes them happy, then they can do it as much as they want. However, Samuel will try to get people interested into his own hobbies - painting, praying, and carpentry. And, while Samuel could be described as loyal, he is kind to nearly everyone he meets, so this is fairly hard to tell.

However, despite the kindness he attempts to spread, Samuel possesses numerous personality faults. He is pacifistic to an extreme, refusing to harm a living creature unless his life is directly threatened. While he won't stop his allies from defending themselves, he will do everything in his power to stop them from killing sentient creatures... Unless they're demonic or undead. Samuel has a deep seeded fear of the undead and demons, which has only been nurtured in his time in the church. Should he encounter someone like this, he will be far different from his usual self, staying as far from them as possible and not protesting against their death. Additionally, he is an extreme traditionalist, believing in rigid gender roles and more outdated ideologies. However, he will be nowhere near as aggressive towards a female adventure as he would to an undead or demonic one. Despite these views, it would be possible to win over Samuel if someone were to try hard enough and remind him that kindness should be given to everyone.

Abilities:
Healing Prayers: Samuel can close minor wounds in seconds, medium sized ones in a minute, large wounds in an hour, and broken bones/fatal wounds in 3-6 hour long prayer sessions. While being healed, a person won't feel any pain and the wound will be considered stabilized, allowing them to continue fighting, but the prayer needs to be completed for the wound to close. Healing leaves no scars and replenishes lost blood, but relies on concentration and time before the wound is closed. Additionally, if Samuel doesn't pray an hour daily, he temporarily loses his power. Additionally, healing fatal wounds require copious amounts of holy objects, and goes along faster if done on holy land. Without any holy objects (Holy water, crosses, silver, etc.), healing magic is far less effective.

While less effective, the prayer can be used to lessen the effects of major illnesses, and can cure minor ones. Nowhere near biblical "cure the lepers" power though.

Bless: Samuel can temporarily bless a person, raising one of their physical attributes significantly, such as making the average man as strong as a college-level wrestler. Blessing a person can be done instantly, but only three people can be blessed at one time.

Skills:
-Persuasion
-Carpentry/woodcarving
-Painting

Gear:
- Robes
- A Holy Book
- Carpentry tools
- Painting tools
- Adult horse (Pericles/"Percy")
- Small wagon
- A Crosier that appears as a simple staff with a golden cross on top

Bio: Samuel was born to an extremely poor family on the outskirts of a large city, where he would spend the next 12 years of life. His mother, a seamstress, died in childbirth, leaving Samuel to be raised by his father, a carpenter. The two were extremely close and, despite their horrible living conditions, Samuel managed to grow fairly well. He was always soft spoken, eve as a child, and this trait was only encouraged from his kindly father. Living in the dregs of society, you had to help each other to survive. Life, while difficult, was an enjoyable experience, and Samuel was never in need of anything. He lived his life plainly, and planned on becoming a carpenter in order to help his father pay the growing bills. That all changed when he turned 11.

Samuel, having only turned 11 a month prior, commenced his day as he normally did; he went to buy the groceries. His father worked very hard, and while he was not particularly good at them, Samuel took over the woman's work. Samuel's father always apologized, and told him that he was sorry for forcing his son to do something his mother or sister should do, and this clear distinction between the expectations of men and women that his father presented later manifested in Samuel as his light sexism. Despite this, Samuel was glad to do the more feminine jobs - He couldn't help his father any other way, and his father already worked hard to support Samuel. Even on the days he didn't have work, every Sunday, he still taught the boy the trade secrets in order to prepare him for his future career. But back to the groceries - Every day, before going to school, Samuel always went to the local butchers to buy meat - the family didn't have any way to keep meat fresh, and couldn't afford a chicken coup, so this was their only option. It was the same as it was any other day - buying from the cheaper, "aged" meats with the money his father left on the counter, and making his way towards the door after the owner stopped doting over him. This time, however it was different - before he managed to leave the small meat shop, explosions that sounded like they were only a few blocks away resonated throughout the store. The explosions continued for what felt like an eternity, but were actually only 30 seconds.

Finally, after the constant sounding of explosives stopped, Samuel stayed in the store for nearly an hour, the owner giving him dried meat for free to calm the crying child. Finally, when all seemed safe, Samuel left the shop, quickly making his way to his home. He planned to hide in the basement for the rest of the day, skipping school entirely. When he arrived to several smoking craters, he realized where the explosions were. His house, several other homes in the area, and a small government building. Later, Samuel would find out that the explosions were caused by a demonologist, attempting to gather souls to summon demons. The terrorist was captured soon after the event, and Samuel was sent to an orphanage, the place he would spend the next year of life.

The orphanage had a higher standard of living then his old home, but that didn't matter. The man who had raised Samuel the past 11 years of his life was gone. Samuel was a hopeless wreck the next year - he rarely ate, spending most of his time in his room making sculptures and paintings of his father and him, or sleeping to ignore the loss. The other children admired his artistic skill. and several became friends with him. Despite this, he never really spent much time with them, only pretending to be happy when they were around. Days passed without difference, the only thing telling them apart being the weather outside and the work of art he was making. Even with this depression, he never wanted to kill himself. His father always told him to never give up, so he was going to keep on living. For his father's sake. That was until 3 robed men arrived to the school, little over one year since Samuel first came to the orphanage.

None of the children knew the purpose for why the men were there - some believed they were going to adopt someone, others thought they would kill them. Neither was true - the men systematically met with each child, placed their hand against a crystal ball, and moved on to the next. They never showed any expression with the children, and they did the same with Samuel. As suddenly as they arrived, they left, having went through the process with each child. 3 weeks later, more robed men appeared - although, their were far more of them. Some wore the robes of the mages, some were dressed in furs like the druids of the west. Several children were adopted. Samuel was one of them, being picked by a priestly man in white and gold robes. They then left the city that Samuel spent the last 12 years in, to parts unknown. The journey took little over 2 weeks by wagon, but they finally arrived - a small, ordinary village far to the east of the city that Samuel grew up in. Job, the man that had adopted Samuel, talked with him the whole way there, telling him of their new life and the way of god. Samuel was special - the robed men that first appeared in the orphanage were testing the magical affinities of the orphans, looking for new members of the magical orders. Apparently, Samuel was the most pious of the orphans, despite never touching the holy book in his life. He was to be trained by the church, and use his powers in gods just name. Despite the despair that clouded his heart, Samuel was happy. He would finally be useful, if not to his dad, then to the people.

Samuel was quickly given a high level of education, being taught multiplication and comprehending the holy book. Hours a day were spent in prayer, and Samuel, after a year long study, was finally taught basic holy magic. Samuel's affinity for other magics were nonexistent, making things like fireballs an impossibility, but he was tutored heavily in the art of healing, spending the first few years of his new life dissecting and healing small animals. His first human subject was the villages hunter, whom was accidentally shot by a group of elves passing the area. The wound was minor, but the elves were apologetic and did not want to leave without helping the man they shot. A few tense hours later, the wound was closed, and the elves were offered a night in the village to rest. Samuel, slowly but surely, was growing out of his depression.

Job was an interesting man - he never spoke violently, always careful with his words and planning what he says. He spoke eloquently, and it would be difficult to think he ever disliked someone in his life. He always assisted the other villagers, and spoke highly of the lord, preaching that everyone deserved a second chance. While Samuel took his sayings to heart, he always kept the hidden hatred inside of him. He despised demons. The holy book clearly said that every problem was caused, directly or indirectly, by them. The undead were the same - products of the dark arts that sought to corrupt the world. Of course, Samuel never told a soul of his hidden beliefs. He even was repulsed with himself for having them. The church, the people who saved and gave him a new life, taught their children to respect and love everyone. But Samuel couldn't help but despise the unholy. He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't risk someone finding out he had sin in his heart. So, he kept it hidden, not even mentioning it when he was praying for forgiveness.

Samuel proved his helpfulness by the time he was 20 - he had finished all his studies, was a strong young man, and was proficient not only with carpentry, but also the holy book. Samuel was able to heal small wounds in minutes, and moderate ones in only a few hours of reciting verses from the book. He repaired damage that occurred to buildings and vehicles, and had even been given the honor of painting famous scenes from the holy book on the walls of the church. Samuel was finally over the death of his father and, while Samuel misses him dearly, he understands that his father would not want him to wallow in self pity for the rest of his life. Samuel was a man. He continued his practice of the holy book, and took over preaching from the old Job. Job proceeded to spend his days relaxing, until he died 5 years later, at the age of 74. Samuel continued to remain in the village, doing the same things until he eventually reached the age of 38. That was when he had a dream - a realization, a prophecy. He was just like he was in the orphanage - sure, he was happier, but he did the same thing every single day, without any difference between the days that passed. His life was passing him by like a bolt of lighting, and he wasn't doing anything to stop it. He needed the thing that changed his life 26 years ago. He neded a change of scenery.

Barely a week later, his bags all packed and the villagers alerted, Samuel left the small village he spent the most of his life in. The entire population of 103 people came to see him off, and visiting Job's grave before he left, Samuel departed the village. The wagon was pulled by his favorite horse in the village, Pericles, whom the stable master had given to Samuel as a departing gift. The fact that the villagers cared for him deeply moved his heart, and he was sure to alert the church that a new priest was needed at the village. After three weeks of travel, he had finally arrived to his destination. The city he had grown up in. The next few days were spent getting his papers in order, and deciding his new, exciting career; adventurer. Finally, 5 days after entering the city, he made his way to the local tavern to find companions, which he did. But there was a familiar face among them - the elf, whom had stayed at his village over 2 decades ago, was there. After some thoughtful reminiscing, Samuel was told the elf had become a merchant, and was in search of people to undergo a... secret mission to the nearby ruins. Ignorant of the suspicious request, Samuel quickly agreed to help Timothy, his new companions joining in to make a few quick coins.

Other: Theme song

Darkness in the Light

@Zamokra41
Finally finished this guy. Is he okay?

Samuel Dukes

Appearance

Standing at 1.83 m meters tall and weighing 205 pounds, Samuel is very imposing for a man of the cloth. While he does not smoke, he does carry cigarettes and cigars on him for others. His graying hair is kept short, and is rough to the touch. Scars litter his body, the result of carpentry accidents over the years, tarnishing his tanned skin.

Despite these intimidating factors, even spending a few minutes talking with him will reveal that he is an incredibly kind and gentle man. His eyes are soft, and he speaks in a slow and gentle manner in order to make others feel comfortable. He talks very simply in order to be sure that he is easy to understand, and does his best to help others whenever he can. Finally, he prefers to wear his robes or warm clothing, as he enjoys soft things.

Name: Samuel Dukes

Title: The Healer

Gender: Male

Age: 38, but looks older

Personality: Samuel is an extremely caring individual, and will do his best to make everyone happy. Hell, the entire reason he became an adventurer was because he wanted to travel around the world, helping the people he finds along the way. Life is an experience, after all, and you should do your best to be experience all you can and find the thing you want to do. Despite these beliefs, however, Samuel never drank, smoked, and he doesn't eat animals for ethical reasons. He is strictly vegetarian, but will not try to restrict others in the same fashion. He never swears, with the strongest words in his vocabulary being "Dang it". He has never hated another person, and loves hearing about their stories - he will very often befriend people and paint pictures of the two of them together, but most of these paintings are given to the other individual since Samuel doesn't have the room to carry around dozens of paintings.

Samuel is very accepting of others, and does his best to be interested in other people's hobbies - if it makes them happy, then they can do it as much as they want. However, Samuel will try to get people interested into his own hobbies - painting, praying, and carpentry. And, while Samuel could be described as loyal, he is kind to nearly everyone he meets, so this is fairly hard to tell.

However, despite the kindness he attempts to spread, Samuel possesses numerous personality faults. He is pacifistic to an extreme, refusing to harm a living creature unless his life is directly threatened. While he won't stop his allies from defending themselves, he will do everything in his power to stop them from killing sentient creatures... Unless they're demonic or undead. Samuel has a deep seeded fear of the undead and demons, which has only been nurtured in his time in the church. Should he encounter someone like this, he will be far different from his usual self, staying as far from them as possible and not protesting against their death. Additionally, he is an extreme traditionalist, believing in rigid gender roles and more outdated ideologies. However, he will be nowhere near as aggressive towards a female adventure as he would to an undead or demonic one. Despite these views, it would be possible to win over Samuel if someone were to try hard enough and remind him that kindness should be given to everyone.

Abilities:
Healing Prayers: Samuel can close minor wounds in seconds, medium sized ones in a minute, large wounds in an hour, and broken bones/fatal wounds in 3-6 hour long prayer sessions. While being healed, a person won't feel any pain and the wound will be considered stabilized, allowing them to continue fighting, but the prayer needs to be completed for the wound to close. Healing leaves no scars and replenishes lost blood, but relies on concentration and time before the wound is closed. Additionally, if Samuel doesn't pray an hour daily, he temporarily loses his power. Additionally, healing fatal wounds require copious amounts of holy objects, and goes along faster if done on holy land. Without any holy objects (Holy water, crosses, silver, etc.), healing magic is far less effective.

While less effective, the prayer can be used to lessen the effects of major illnesses, and can cure minor ones. Nowhere near biblical "cure the lepers" power though.

Bless: Samuel can temporarily bless a person, raising one of their physical attributes significantly, such as making the average man as strong as a college-level wrestler. Blessing a person can be done instantly, but only three people can be blessed at one time.

Skills:
-Persuasion
-Carpentry/woodcarving
-Painting

Gear:
- Robes
- A Holy Book
- Carpentry tools
- Painting tools
- Adult horse (Pericles/"Percy")
- Small wagon
- A Crosier that appears as a simple staff with a golden cross on top

Bio: Samuel was born to an extremely poor family on the outskirts of a large city, where he would spend the next 12 years of life. His mother, a seamstress, died in childbirth, leaving Samuel to be raised by his father, a carpenter. The two were extremely close and, despite their horrible living conditions, Samuel managed to grow fairly well. He was always soft spoken, eve as a child, and this trait was only encouraged from his kindly father. Living in the dregs of society, you had to help each other to survive. Life, while difficult, was an enjoyable experience, and Samuel was never in need of anything. He lived his life plainly, and planned on becoming a carpenter in order to help his father pay the growing bills. That all changed when he turned 11.

Samuel, having only turned 11 a month prior, commenced his day as he normally did; he went to buy the groceries. His father worked very hard, and while he was not particularly good at them, Samuel took over the woman's work. Samuel's father always apologized, and told him that he was sorry for forcing his son to do something his mother or sister should do, and this clear distinction between the expectations of men and women that his father presented later manifested in Samuel as his light sexism. Despite this, Samuel was glad to do the more feminine jobs - He couldn't help his father any other way, and his father already worked hard to support Samuel. Even on the days he didn't have work, every Sunday, he still taught the boy the trade secrets in order to prepare him for his future career. But back to the groceries - Every day, before going to school, Samuel always went to the local butchers to buy meat - the family didn't have any way to keep meat fresh, and couldn't afford a chicken coup, so this was their only option. It was the same as it was any other day - buying from the cheaper, "aged" meats with the money his father left on the counter, and making his way towards the door after the owner stopped doting over him. This time, however it was different - before he managed to leave the small meat shop, explosions that sounded like they were only a few blocks away resonated throughout the store. The explosions continued for what felt like an eternity, but were actually only 30 seconds.

Finally, after the constant sounding of explosives stopped, Samuel stayed in the store for nearly an hour, the owner giving him dried meat for free to calm the crying child. Finally, when all seemed safe, Samuel left the shop, quickly making his way to his home. He planned to hide in the basement for the rest of the day, skipping school entirely. When he arrived to several smoking craters, he realized where the explosions were. His house, several other homes in the area, and a small government building. Later, Samuel would find out that the explosions were caused by a demonologist, attempting to gather souls to summon demons. The terrorist was captured soon after the event, and Samuel was sent to an orphanage, the place he would spend the next year of life.

The orphanage had a higher standard of living then his old home, but that didn't matter. The man who had raised Samuel the past 11 years of his life was gone. Samuel was a hopeless wreck the next year - he rarely ate, spending most of his time in his room making sculptures and paintings of his father and him, or sleeping to ignore the loss. The other children admired his artistic skill. and several became friends with him. Despite this, he never really spent much time with them, only pretending to be happy when they were around. Days passed without difference, the only thing telling them apart being the weather outside and the work of art he was making. Even with this depression, he never wanted to kill himself. His father always told him to never give up, so he was going to keep on living. For his father's sake. That was until 3 robed men arrived to the school, little over one year since Samuel first came to the orphanage.

None of the children knew the purpose for why the men were there - some believed they were going to adopt someone, others thought they would kill them. Neither was true - the men systematically met with each child, placed their hand against a crystal ball, and moved on to the next. They never showed any expression with the children, and they did the same with Samuel. As suddenly as they arrived, they left, having went through the process with each child. 3 weeks later, more robed men appeared - although, their were far more of them. Some wore the robes of the mages, some were dressed in furs like the druids of the west. Several children were adopted. Samuel was one of them, being picked by a priestly man in white and gold robes. They then left the city that Samuel spent the last 12 years in, to parts unknown. The journey took little over 2 weeks by wagon, but they finally arrived - a small, ordinary village far to the east of the city that Samuel grew up in. Job, the man that had adopted Samuel, talked with him the whole way there, telling him of their new life and the way of god. Samuel was special - the robed men that first appeared in the orphanage were testing the magical affinities of the orphans, looking for new members of the magical orders. Apparently, Samuel was the most pious of the orphans, despite never touching the holy book in his life. He was to be trained by the church, and use his powers in gods just name. Despite the despair that clouded his heart, Samuel was happy. He would finally be useful, if not to his dad, then to the people.

Samuel was quickly given a high level of education, being taught multiplication and comprehending the holy book. Hours a day were spent in prayer, and Samuel, after a year long study, was finally taught basic holy magic. Samuel's affinity for other magics were nonexistent, making things like fireballs an impossibility, but he was tutored heavily in the art of healing, spending the first few years of his new life dissecting and healing small animals. His first human subject was the villages hunter, whom was accidentally shot by a group of elves passing the area. The wound was minor, but the elves were apologetic and did not want to leave without helping the man they shot. A few tense hours later, the wound was closed, and the elves were offered a night in the village to rest. Samuel, slowly but surely, was growing out of his depression.

Job was an interesting man - he never spoke violently, always careful with his words and planning what he says. He spoke eloquently, and it would be difficult to think he ever disliked someone in his life. He always assisted the other villagers, and spoke highly of the lord, preaching that everyone deserved a second chance. While Samuel took his sayings to heart, he always kept the hidden hatred inside of him. He despised demons. The holy book clearly said that every problem was caused, directly or indirectly, by them. The undead were the same - products of the dark arts that sought to corrupt the world. Of course, Samuel never told a soul of his hidden beliefs. He even was repulsed with himself for having them. The church, the people who saved and gave him a new life, taught their children to respect and love everyone. But Samuel couldn't help but despise the unholy. He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't risk someone finding out he had sin in his heart. So, he kept it hidden, not even mentioning it when he was praying for forgiveness.

Samuel proved his helpfulness by the time he was 20 - he had finished all his studies, was a strong young man, and was proficient not only with carpentry, but also the holy book. Samuel was able to heal small wounds in minutes, and moderate ones in only a few hours of reciting verses from the book. He repaired damage that occurred to buildings and vehicles, and had even been given the honor of painting famous scenes from the holy book on the walls of the church. Samuel was finally over the death of his father and, while Samuel misses him dearly, he understands that his father would not want him to wallow in self pity for the rest of his life. Samuel was a man. He continued his practice of the holy book, and took over preaching from the old Job. Job proceeded to spend his days relaxing, until he died 5 years later, at the age of 74. Samuel continued to remain in the village, doing the same things until he eventually reached the age of 38. That was when he had a dream - a realization, a prophecy. He was just like he was in the orphanage - sure, he was happier, but he did the same thing every single day, without any difference between the days that passed. His life was passing him by like a bolt of lighting, and he wasn't doing anything to stop it. He needed the thing that changed his life 26 years ago. He neded a change of scenery.

Barely a week later, his bags all packed and the villagers alerted, Samuel left the small village he spent the most of his life in. The entire population of 103 people came to see him off, and visiting Job's grave before he left, Samuel departed the village. The wagon was pulled by his favorite horse in the village, Pericles, whom the stable master had given to Samuel as a departing gift. The fact that the villagers cared for him deeply moved his heart, and he was sure to alert the church that a new priest was needed at the village. After three weeks of travel, he had finally arrived to his destination. The city he had grown up in. The next few days were spent getting his papers in order, and deciding his new, exciting career; adventurer. Finally, 5 days after entering the city, he made his way to the local tavern to find companions, which he did. But there was a familiar face among them - the elf, whom had stayed at his village over 2 decades ago, was there. After some thoughtful reminiscing, Samuel was told the elf had become a merchant, and was in search of people to undergo a... secret mission to the nearby ruins. Ignorant of the suspicious request, Samuel quickly agreed to help Timothy, his new companions joining in to make a few quick coins.

Other: Theme song

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

@Matador
I don't have a Skype, but discord is all good with me!

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

Juichi slowly made his way out of his house, the strap to his carrying case resting diagonally across his broad chest. His parents waved goodbye, happy to see him heading out. Of course, they thought he was applying at the local McDonald's, but they didn't need to know that he was planning to hang out with some friends. The news had said that the defense force was spreading out farther than usual, and the anxiety was slightly unnerving Juichi - after all, they may think he was a tourist that was trying to cause trouble. Thank goodness he had the sense to bring his carrying license with him, or else he would be in major trouble... Then again, he should just be thankful. School would have been open today had it not been for the defense force suddenly appearing - the school board was extremely worried that something was going to happen, and decided to close school for the day. Smirking, Juichi wondered if he would be able to get Monday off as well. After all, this surely had to be an issue of national security... To be quite honest, the sudden expansion of the defense force did startle Juichi when he first heard. After all, their presence expanded across the entire nation overnight, so their had to be something wrong going on. Of course, no way in hell would Juichi let anybody notice how he felt - if any of his friends said anything about it, he would just say something like:

"Well, when you got someone as bad ass as me walking around, you need a little more muscle to make sure they don't try anything."

Then they would laugh, and go hang out at a Karaoke place after they were done at the dojo. Only a few kilometers more till he reached the station, Juichi finally took notice of his surroundings; people in military attire, most likely members of the defense force, were scattered around here and there, and the civilians that didn't look scared by them were all looking at their phones. Juichi, not wanting to be a nosy person, didn't look at any of them, but he knew what kept them busy - the demon summoning app. It wasn't uncommon to see children and adults playing the game anywhere you went the past few weeks. The game had everybody addicted, and even the opposition to the app seemed to be ignored completely. Juichi simply sighed, wondering how anybody could find themselves so caught up in a game, before making his way into the underground labyrinth that was Ueno Station.

The loud noises of the subway quickly began to fill Juichi's mind. He was very familiar with the sounds of the subway - after all, he took it everyday to school - but today was far louder than usual. Perhaps Juichi's ears were more sensitive since he wasn't rushing to school... Sighing, he gently slid his earbuds on and listened to some music from his phone. Making his way to the ticket machine, Juichi checked his pockets - just enough for a two-way ticket. taking his pass from the machine, he quickly passed the turnstile while sliding his pass over the sensor. From then on, he continued to walk down the crowded station, passing the occasional store that opened shop in the underground. A small crowd of people (primarily women, Juichi noted) seemed to be forming around an individual near the corner of the station, and seemed to be listening in silent wonderment. Juichi shrugged his shoulders, assuming it to be a politician or one of the crazies that talked about how "the end was nigh." Whoever it was, they had to be pretty attractive to lure such a large crowd of ladies... Shaking his head, Jucihi rushed to the rails. He couldn't keep his friends waiting.

Standing next to a businessman and a group of younger children, Juichi began to look around the station more seriously - since he wasn't in such a rush, he could afford to do so. It wasn't until his gaze passed a small map of the train routes that he never noticed before that he realized something - what if he wasn't the only person from his school here? After all, school was out today, so there had to be some kids meeting up with their friends, right? And Juichi had at least 20 minutes that needed to be wasted before his train would arrive. And he was pretty noticeable, considering he stood nearly a head taller than most of the people on the station. Perhaps a fellow student would see him and hang out for a bit. And if not, he could always waste some time on the Demon Summoning App.

Shin Megami Tensei: The Final Avatar

Will try and get a post up sometime tomorrow.

Edit: Work kept me busy. post will be up tomorrow.

Darkness in the Light

@Zamokra41
Ah, alright, no prob. Guess I'll go orc then.

Darkness in the Light

Interested. I was thinking of making a troll that was a lackey/slave and was owned by another character, so if anybody would be okay with that, please PM me.

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

About 3 hours had passed since his departure, the rolling hills being slowly replaced with barren wastes and sandy dunes. The green town that he had lived in the past few years had been extremely close to the desert and, by extension, bandits. It was this proximity that spurred Nicholas to stay in the town. The past three hours had been rather uneventful, the autopilot commanding the mech to slowly trudge along the sand towards the provided coordinates. It was moments like these that the large space inside the mech was well appreciated - it allowed storage of more luxury goods, such as radios and books. The radio waves, being unable to pierce through the thick plates of metal that armored the unit, resulted in the device becoming little more than a staticky piece of plastic. That left nothing but the books to his disposal, only the finest of Frontier literature... from a decade ago. Most of it was propaganda, but several combat guides were still fairly applicable - as such, skimming through tactics and strategies that he had drilled into his head at 18 became the pastime for the next 2 hours.

The final hour was spent simply waiting in anticipation - his first fight in months, and his first real battle in... How many years? It had been so long that Nick had forgotten. His hands balled into fists, squeezing the cold metal of his units steering system. Sweat would have pooled off of his face, had he not had the AC turned as high as it could go to fight back the heat... No, the coolness cleared his head as well, made his thoughts vanish. The bitter cold reminded him of home, the frontier, the countless nights he had spent curled up in a ball in his unit, praying that he wasn't going to die that day. That was when he was new, fresh to the military - he was a veteran, a man of action. He wasn't weak like he used to be.

Even as this thought passed his head, he couldn't help but find himself trembling at the thought of risking his life again.

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Finally, he had found his position - slightly over 5 kilometers away from the bustling train, nearby the tracks. Judging by the vehicles speed, it would probably pass him withing a few minutes, and considering his own units pathetic speed... Well, he would have to follow by air if the train passed him. Considering the lack of arms on his own unit, he lacked the fine manipulation necessary to recover the crate of Elementium. As the thought passed his mind, several messages came in through T's frequency.

"This is Pilot Designate F-003 'Alecto' hailing 'T.' We are now confirming arrival over the Iron Canal. I'll standby just outside of sensor range, but I'm prepared for rapid aerial deployment against the target when all other units are in position. Please confirm your status. Alecto out."

"Talk about a party. This is Rabbit and Fang. Sending IFF Codes to all pilots on this frequency. Try not to shoot at us yeah? Paint's expensive out here in the desertlands."

As the woman said, his units targeting system immediately began to recalibrate itself, including the target units as friendlies.

”This is Fang checking in, letting you all know, just in case IFF gets knocked out, that we’re the ones in the heavily modified Jager Hound and Chevalier units, wouldn’t want to get shot at due to equipment failure.”

While this 'Alecto' was no where in sight, she had already provided verbal confirmation of her presence, and assured that she would provide aerial support. Not to mention, she did so very formally, a trait that Nick appreciated greatly. The others, while not as formal, id provide both their codes and their units, both of which were very intelligent - not to mention, it saved Nick the effort of asking for them to avoid accidentally shooting them. This was when he began to observe the situation - the train was surrounded with 13 separate guards mechs, 10 sharing the same design. This almost certainly meant they were drones, or low ranking soldiers at best. While the train could theoretically be derailed with an explosive, doing so would almost definitely damage the cargo inside, and Nicholas was not comfortable with seeing priceless Elementium being consumed in the flames of the burning fuel and machinery. Activating his targeting system, he waited until 3 mechs had their heat signatures tracked before activating the comms system. Nicholas alerted the others to his presence shortly after.

"N, reporting in. Here are my own IFF codes - for clarification, I pilot a Northern Artillery Unit. My current position is roughly 10 kilometers down the trains path, but I will be able to provide long-ranged support. I am beginning to target 3 of the black units to the front of the train, and will fire when I am told to initiate combat. Be careful not to derail the train - Elementium is too precious to risk being devoured in the flames. N, reporting out."

After that, the cold sweat took over, and Nick slowly unbuttoned the top button of his uniform. This feeling, like his heart was trying to leap from his chest, like it could stop at any second - this was what he had missed. This rush, this exhilaration. It was already back, and he didn't even start combat yet. Gripping his controls with all of his might, Nick was prepared to launch a salvo at a moments notice.

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