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The heavily bruised Gankona quickly reached over, plucking the two cigarettes from Karada's hand and lighting the pair with Karada's outstretched lighter. Normally a grumble of annoyance would escape his throat, but considering his current condition, he honestly didn't feel up to the disgusting sticks of tobacco he handed off to Gank. After taking a puff and breathing out, Gankona responded to Karada.

"Did some shit, got hit by some shit, learned some shit. Really, it was mostly me getting into shit. How' bout you?
How did your little fight go?"

"I think I did pretty good for the most part, besides fucking up my leg."

Karada nodded down to the bloody bandages around his leg, before Gankona began to question him.

"Wait, what the hell is your quirk anyways?"

Karada leaned his head back against the gym building, the sounds of the fight going on inside barely registering in his ringing ears. Most people considered it rude to directly talk about another person's quirk - most were obvious, and it would be like asking about a person's kidneys or genitals. It was just something you don't usually do. Karada had that hammered into him ever since he was 4 - after all, what rich business man would want his kid to ask someone something so crude? But maybe that was what was so enjoyable about Gank - he seemed to not care about social status or proper conduct, he just said what was on his mind. Karada enjoyed that - he didn't have to second guess his actions around the goat boy.

"Well, whenever I'm not moving, I can't get hur-"

Gankona seemed to buckle over slightly, and a slight crackling permeated his voicee as he cut Karada off.

"Alright, cool, not moving. Great quirk. Oh, shit. Ok, I need to do something or I'm gonna die. I swear. Holy... ahg..."

Karada didn't question him as he rose up from his sitting position and made his way to the cafeteria, calling out as he did so. Karada could see that he was bruised, and the bleeding nose sure as hell didn't look good. He would have told Gank to throw some ice on the wounds, but doing that would just make him prideful and he would refuse to do it. Karada knew that - after all, he would do the same. Karada continued to wait, until eventually Lorken, massive figure and all, appeared with the final student. He then began his directions, telling the small group that they would be given rooms in the basement should they wish, and they were free to use any facilities as they saw fit. And with that, he turned, allowing the students to do as they wished. Before he got far, however, Karada had limped his way in front of the man, cutting off his way back to the school house.

"Excuse me sir, but could you give me directions to the nurses office -"

Karada gently tapped his bandaged leg.

"You cut me pretty deep, and I was planning to stitch it up soon."

After receiving directions, Karada tried (and unsuccessfully) to hide his limp as he made his way towards the nurses office.

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Karada entered the room soon afterwards, arms filled with disinfectant and thread. The room was, like the rest of the house, fancy and ancient. It looked as if it came from a gilded age, and was taken care of very well. The room itself was large, only slightly smaller than his room at his old house. The carpet and bed reeked with the scent of age, like a library, and the desk near the corner of the room was made with a very fine wood, which Karada could not identify at a glance. The bed was standard, not like the queen-sized one he had at his old home. But then again, his door had a lock, so just that was a godsend for the Karada. Setting himself down on the chair next to the desk, Karada laid down the medical supplies. He had gone to the nurses office and, noticing no one present, simply decided to take the items he needed. After all, Lorken said that they were allowed to use the facilities here as they saw fit. Karada slowly locked his door, before he began to strip off his ruined pants - hopefully, there would be a uniform or something in the closet. Opening the wound revealed the terrible job his barely conscious self did - the wound was a furious red, and the occasional prodding elicited blood from the fleshy maw. Karada gently dabbed some disinfectant onto cotton balls, before he went about sanitizing the wound.

The pain was astounding, but nothing he wasn't expecting. He had dealt with wounds before, this was just worse than usual. Nothing he couldn't handle. After applying a liberal amount of disinfectant, Karada shakily grabbed the small needle and thread and, with several failed attempts, successfully tied the barely visible thread around the needles head. Karada immediately took some of the pain medication that he brought along with him - nothing nearly strong enough to make him not feel the pain of stitching up his wound. After all, he didn't want to fuck up his leg any worse than it already was, and he had a hard enough time of staying concentrated with the searing pain in his head. Several minutes passed as Karada allowed the medicine to work, and he felt the pain grow slightly duller, nowhere near as blinding as before. Gently, with surprising precision, Karada slid the needle through his flesh, suturing the wound. Finally, after what felt like an eternity (30 minutes), Karada was finished: his leg was in a far better condition. Given time, it would eventually return to normal. Karada sighed, sweat pouring down his body as he did so. The experience was godawful, to say the least. Rising shakily to his feat, Karada was careful to put as little pressure as possible onto his leg, and made his way to the closet. As he opened it, his suspicions were confirmed - inside, several neat school uniforms were hanging by hooks, ready to be worn. Karada dressed slowly, and made his way to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Karada locked the door and proceeded to take a "Shower" - essentially, he washed his entire body with water and soap, except the stitches. He wasn't stupid, and knew that getting the suture wet was simply begging for infection. After drying himself carefully and inspecting the wound, Karada redressed and made his way to the cafeteria. He almost definitely had a concussion, so he would probably be able to find some caffeine and a meal to keep him awake.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Will try and get a post up tomorrow.

Work has kept me busy, post will be up Friday.

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Darkness in the Light

Samuel Dukes, The Healer

Already, the trip back to his home town had payed off - Samuel had discovered an old acquaintance, had found lodging for Percy, and was already on his first adventure! Despite Timothy's suspicious nature, Samuel was completely oblivious to his disposition, and had eagerly joined with the others who had agreed to help. After all, they ll seemed like nice people, and Samuel had already gone about memorizing all of their names - their was Brann, who seemed to be a bit of a jokester. While Samuel was by no means the funniest guy around, he felt like he had a good pun or two up his sleeve, and he certainly knew that a good joke was all that was needed to lighten up people's moods. Cassian was a little unsocial, and he was very pale and underweight - Samuel felt that he must have had it rough. Oh well, the boy was very calm, and a calming atmosphere was always appreciated when away from home! Samuel had gone to the bathroom midway through his introduction, and it made him feel slightly guilty - what if he had missed something important? Next was Reggie. Reggie was an Orc, and Samuel had always heard horror stories of their violence, but you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover! He wasn't that violent at all - a little on the cold side, but keeping to yourself isn't necessarily a bad thing. He kept his drink close by and, while Samuel didn't approve of the devil's nectar, some people needed it. He wasn't one to judge - that was the lord's job.

The armored swordsman seemed a little jarring at first, but he was quickly revealed to be a just man - after all, simply talking to him revealed his nature. He must have been either a professional adventurer, or a very cautious man, since Samuel had not sen him remove his armor once since he had met Seth. Oh well, the two were sure to get along! Next was Kriellii... Keirielli...

Next was Kri! She had a tough name to pronounce, and no matter how hard he tried, Samuel simply couldn't do it... Hopefully, she wouldn't mind if he used a nickname! Samuel didn't really no much about her, besides the fact that she was a very tall and... somewhat sadistic woman... Well, she probably needs a friend! After all, people can act very differently if they have no one that cares for them. If Samuel became her friend, she'd probably be a lot nicer! After all, everyone could use a friend. No one knows that better than Samuel... Syfa was one of his favorite acquaintances - She was very nice, and seemed to be positively brimming with youthfulness. She was almost like a ray of sunshine, condensed into the goat-like shape of a satyr. Above all, though, Samuel was delighted to see the wooden flute strapped to her side - he positively adored music! Anyways, next was Penelope - Or, as Samuel preferred, Penny. Having another holy magic user was comforting to know, considering it was by far the best magic - and since she was a paladin, maybe she also worshiped the lord? Even if she didn't, she was clearly chosen by him, evident by her proficiency with holy magic, and that was more than enough for Samuel to tell that they would be close friends. Finally, Ninty was a tall elven woman who seemed fairly head strong. Samuel preferred a more "live-and-let-live" lifestyle, but to each their own. She has a bow, so she's probably a good shot. Hopefully she won't ask him if he wants any meat from a kill - people always looked at him funny when he explained his vegetarianism.

The journey was fairly calm in the beginning, and the group was already making good progress - of course, Samuel probably could have been farther along if he had brought Percy and the wagon. But Samuel knew that Percy wasn't strong enough to carry the lot of them, and riding in the wagon alone would be horribly rude. So, Percy was left in one of the Cities stables. The group seemed fairly close, or close enough considering they were mostly strangers. Timothy led them, towards the ruins that were far from the city they all came from. The others joked with one another, keeping up the mood, and Samuel simple enjoyed the company.

“Anyone care to share?”

Brann held out his flask in front of him, allowing the few remaining drops to quiver on the lid, before reluctantly falling to the dry ground below. Samuel began to move closer, before Syfa raced forwards and, with a twirl, handed off her flask to Brann. Ah, that was very nice of her!, Samuel thought to himself. That was one of the reasons he decided to make the first portrait of her - she was very nice, and would probably enjoy it the most. Of course, Samuel planned on giving everyone a portrait, but he really wanted to take his time with them. Normally, he could make one in a day and it would look rather nice, but this portrait was nearly complete and took just under 3. It looked, in Samuel's opinion, fantastic. Brann began to drink from the flask he was presented, so Samuel decided to stay near the back of the group, occasionally shivering slightly in the cold. Besides that, observing the surroundings was something Samuel enjoyed - the sky was clear, a crisp blue with that contrasted beautifully with the green ground. Taking a mental image, Samuel temporarily wondered if he should put the portraits on hold to draw the landscape, but decided against it. After all, it would seem rude to draw a portrait for one of your friends and then immediately do something else. So, with renewed vigor, Samuel followed the group, content to remain silent while they talked among each other.

Knights of Elementia.

The others continued to talk among themselves as Sidero impatiently awaited his reply from the driver. The others didn't seem to mind his presence that much, and the sounds of the various wildlife behind him only served to keep him on edge. The noises of animals was a queer one, at least to him. While most found comfort in the pur of cats and the whine of dogs, Sidero had been conditioned from the years in the wilderness, the years of watching his friends and comrades fall to bears, big cats, and the like. He couldn't relax with their presence, and the vast number of them only served to provoke him even more. This, combined with the lack of response from the driver, caused Sidero to lean forwards. The driver sat there, or at the very least, his corpse did. An arrow was brutally bulging from his side, easily avoiding the pesky bones and hard bits that would slow down it's advance. Blood pooled below him, trickling down the side of the wagon, and it was clear - based on the raw depth of the arrow and it's angle, it must have punctured a lung, and possibly pierced the heart. He was dead, no need to even take his pulse. Sidero immediately grabbed him, throwing him onto his shoulders, just as the knight of lighting let loose a small gasp. Snapping his head forwards, Sidero saw that the heavy-set man was almost certainly dead, with several arrows angrily protruding from his back. He fell, landing on the ground face first, allowing the arrows to be seen in full glory. Flashbacks of goblin camps flooded his mind, and Sidero quickly reached for Tirell, pulling him onto the wagon as an arrow flew right by his head. Tirell was dead.

"Everybody take cover!"

The plan did not seem that sound - the wagon had no roof, and even if it did, arrows from strong archers could pierce iron. A wooden wagon stood no chance against them. The short man, Arno, voiced his own plan.

"We must move out of this ambush!"

Sidero nodded, holding the corpses of the two men as he did so. Their was no hope of defeating them here - the group had no idea where the archers were, and even if thy did, what could they do? Only two of them had the potential range to reach long distances, and they were severely outnumbered. The best they could hope for was that the guard came. Speaking of, where the hell were they? Their should have been bodyguards, escorts, anything to provide even a semblance of security? After all, the knights were apparently celebrities, so assassination should have been expected. And now, there were two dead men. Sidero was broken out of his thoughts as a slight cry to his right broke out. Turning revealed the knight of Arcane, an arrow sticking out of her shoulder. That was it, staying still wasn't an option. If Sidero had his armor, the arrows would be unable to pierce him unless they had a 100 pound draw weight, and even then the armor would slow it enough to be non-fatal. But out here, the only thing available was his years of experience and the materials at hand. Sighing slightly, Sidero called out to the rest of the group.

We don't have anything to take shelter with. Arno is right, we need to get out of here. I'll go first, draw their fire. You guys can rush to the building to the left for cover, and I'll follow when you're all safe. If I'm hit, keep running, they'll take time to kill me. Be as quick as possible."

Their was little time to be quick, and arrows were hitting the ground around them with great force. Crawling towards the front of the wagon, Sidero reached for the reins. Successfully grabbing them, he did what he had to do - Pulling all the arrows free from their fleshy prisons, he began to tie the driver to his back, and upon finishing, began to do the same with the knight of lighting. Thanks to his weight, however, Sidero also needed to hold him up using his hands. In total, he was not going to be moving very quickly, and the bodies were extremely cumbersome to carry. But, this was all he had. Pain stroked his heart, the fact that he was going to use the corpses of others truly impacting him. Sidero promised to visit their funerals. Finally ready, Sidero turned to the others, before calling out sincerely.

"If anyone has a better plan than this, I would love to hear it."

Of course, this was probably the best course of action. The risk of everyone else getting hit was low, and he had the most protection out of all of them. Even if he died, it didn't really matter - he was far older than them, so their lives were more important than his. Sidero prepared himself. The second somebody made a move to leave the wagon, he would jump out, allowing the arrows to be aimed at him. Best case scenario, everyone lives and only 2 corpses are desecrated. Worst case scenario, they all die.

Knights of Elementia.

Temporarily, embarrassment and anxiety was beaten back, and in it's place streamed pride and a strange sense of accomplishment. Internally, Sidero knew that he did absolutely nothing - hell, knighthood was earned by complete luck, even if it was called 'fate'. But despite this, Sidero still felt special that he was chosen. The following knight was the Knight of Shadows, a young Venator Nylis. The pale, dark-haired boy slowly made his way to the stage, and just as he accepted his title, a dark mass appeared from his arm, eliciting a slight jump from Sidero and his hand reaching for the staff on his back. Seconds later, everything was fine - the shadows molded themselves into the shape of a bird (another one? What's with these knights and birds?), and he made his way to the banner bearing his element. Finally, the bald man had run out of scrolls, and all the knights were finally gathered under their respective banners.

"Ladies and Gentlemen your newest Knights of Elementia!"

As soon as this was said, a set of hands clasped themselves around Sidero's shoulders, a move that should never be done suddenly to a man who's killed more Trolls than you have teeth. Sidero immediately broke the hold by forcing the hands off, before turning and realizing who it was. Sighing, he allowed the now disgruntled guards to take him to the wagon, and just before he was about to complain about his lack of equipment, a blur of gray and silver rushed in his peripheral vision. Turning quickly, Sidero saw it - a wolf. Judging by it's size, it could probably kill one of the younger knights with ease, and it was already moving towards the knight of light, jumping onto the wagon. Reaching for his sword, Sidero was seconds away from slicing the beast in half and saving his ally, before the beast adopted a more friendly and dog-like stance, ignoring the concerned Sidero entirely. It then proceeded to nuzzle the young boy and, sighing slightly, Sidero sat down in the corner of the wagon, near the rider. Somehow, someway, the kid had managed to tame a freaking wolf... The looks that he received from some of the knights was pretty jarring, but that was to be expected - he nearly eviscerated that animal, and if it wasn't for it's calm demeanor, he would have killed it. Luckily, he wasn't the only one that was startled by the wolf, as the knight of wind, Alya, reacted in a similar manner, before apologizing. Despite his usual silence, Sidero issued out his own apology in short turn.

"I apologize as well, I'm just used to these creatures being more... Murderous. I am Sidero Denhol, glad to meet you all."

Directing his introduction to the whole group, Sidero remained seated where he was, and proceeded to listen to the rest of the young knights introduce themselves. The knight of arcane introduced her fox, making Sidero ponder just how many of them had pets. Was being an animal handler a required part to being a knight? And besides the sudden arrival of the man carrying Oriel's equipment, nothing especially interesting occurred... Wait, speaking of equipment... Sidero had the bare minimum. Sure, he had his weapons, but he expected to simply stand around and watch the unfolding ceremony, not actually be apart of it. And now, he was on a wagon headed to god knows where. Turning to the man directing the horses, Sidero called out.

"Hey, will I need any of my equipment where we're headed? I only have my weapons on me, and only a few gold pieces... If we do need our equipment, do you mind dropping me off at my inn room for my armor and gear?"

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

Will post on Sunday

Knights of Elementia.

I'll post later today.

Sorry, family thing came up. I'll be sure to get a post up Saturday.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Clyde Fisher

@Rune_Alchemist

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The smiling routine, unbeknownst to Clyde, had worked after all - a girl with dreadlocks, nearly a foot shorter than Clyde was blushing heavily and looking away. Unfortunately, years without social interaction has caused Clyde to have difficulty reading social cues, and the blushing girl simply made Clyde think he embarrassed himself somehow or did something ridiculous. Quickly shooting his gaze down to his phone, watching the minutes slowly tick by, the fleeting hope of a bar coming through rapidly diminishing. No one had approached him yet, but a few more people had awoken - a boy with messy brown hair in a hoodie was talking to a girl with black hair and crimson red eyes... Clyde simply avoided thinking about it, believing that she must be using colored contacts. The short blue haired boy was talking animatedly with the girl who held him, and Clyde decided to avert his gaze from them as well. They were... extremely close. Far closer than Clyde could ever be with a stranger... Unless the two already knew each other? Perhaps that was the reason the two were only inches apart - they were lovers. Nodding slightly in confirmation, the sound from his earbuds kept Clyde in ignorance of the actual situation. A bitter smirk crept across his face slightly - even before he got to school, he was the social pariah, the kid no one even knew was there. He was still just as normal as he was before he got the phone, he was just surrounded by special kids.

"Hey."

The sound barely passed through the earbuds, but the pressure applied to his forehead caused him to swivel around, where his eyes rested on the older looking girl in the green jacket. She was standing close to him, and her arm was retreating towards her mouth, where she pulled the... lit cigarette... out of her mouth and gently crushed it under her foot. The already terrified Clyde only grew more fearful at the sight of this. Where the hell did a school girl get cigarettes?! Then again, she did look older than Clyde, she had to be at least 18, probably 19 or 20. But even then, smoking in an enclosed space like this was bad for others nearby, and-

"Saw that fancy phone of yours. Got the time? Mines dead."

The cool, icy words she spoke cut through Clyde's thoughts like a knife and, trying to hide his fear, he opened up the phone as quickly as possible, the sight of his car greeting him in the form of the wallpaper. Looking to the upper left, Clyde quickly understood how the girl's phone must have died - his own battery life was at 42%! Before anything else, Clyde realized what it was - his phone was still trying to connect to the internet, and must have been doing so for the last 8 hours. Shutting off the Wi-Fi on his phone, Clyde checked the clock.

"O-oh, it's 6:55 AM. D-do you want to borrow my charger?"

Reaching into his bag he pulled it out - the black charger that he used to keep his phone powered on. He didn't know what kind of phone she had, but the universal charger he bought would probably work. Clyde had bought the charger since he expected his phone to change models so often, but looks like it would see some use besides that. He held the charger out sheepishly, until he realized this was his chance - his chance to make a friend for once. While he held the charger out and slid his phone back into his pocket, Clyde nodded towards to water bottles to his side.

"You can have one of my water bottles, i-if you're thirsty."

Just has he finished speaking and his nerves were calming down, Clyde heard some commotion in the car. A young boy with brown hair and red eyes (another person with contacts?) was talking to the couple from earlier, but he was already done speaking by the time Clyde could focus on what he was saying. Instead, he focused on what he looked like - the boy had a uniform on, was standing with a confident stance and... was upside down. The man was on the ceiling. Clyde elicited a slight gasp as he fell off of the ceiling, before making a clearly practiced landing, the sound of his body gently hitting the ground with a 'thump', and his sword moving in the sheathe attached to his side-

A SWORD!? Clyde tried to not make any movements, but his eyes widened and his hands became clammy. How was the school okay with allowing a student to bring a sword to school?! That was a clear safety hazard. It took nearly 20 seconds of freaking out for Clyde to realize - While nobody knew it, he had technically brought a gun with him. It would be hypocritical to judge him for his weapon, when Clyde had one of his own...

Clyde tried not to show it, but he disliked people like Lukas - he could talk to other people so easily, and seemed to be almost a natural at doing so. He probably had tons of friends, and if that cool flip was anything to make assumptions off of, he was really good with his power. Clyde's phone relied on tools and resources to be as effective as possible, and Clyde simply didn't have access to these resources. Lukas, on the other hand, seemed to have gravity manipulation or something similar, a highly versatile power straight from the get-go. Looking dejected and averting his gaze, Clyde began to chew on the protein bar that was half eaten in his hand.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

@Pirouette

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