GreenGoat

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Samantha Brisinggart

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The glass was cracking.

Perhaps a piece of shrapnel hit it. Perhaps it was a lucky graze against a bullet, but regardless, her flight patterns became even more erratic, less because of any conscious decision on her part, but more because her vision was starting to get blurry from all the g-force and adrenaline hitting her.

The amassed mobile suits, the weapons fired on her.

Samantha was barely aware that she had already crashed into a mobile suit, an army Tommy, the sharp blades on her ship severing its arms neatly. Like a rocket she boosted along the colony's surface, the blades on her ship spinning rapidly as she scored and gauged out the surface, creating a field of debris behind her.

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Freya Schwartzschild

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"What? They're already on the colony?" Her hand flicked up to her ear piece immediately, utterly livid at the sudden change. What were these security people doing? "Percival! Rally all ground troops. Rouse the local police! Protection of the princesses are our highest priority!"

Pulling on her gloves tighter, she started running towards the hangars, where her custom mobile suit was waiting. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit happy. Now there wasn't so much boring standing around.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Alveta Bataria

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Hmm... She could hear screaming. Why was that? A slight taste of salt too?

Alveta snapped awake, suddenly aware she was biting on a patron's hand.

"Ah. Im sorrrrry."

It was the cafe, early morning. Did she sleepwalk down here to take their order? With her uniform already on, perhaps she fell asleep somewhere there? Ah, it was all so hazy.

The bitten patron's friend was in an uproar however. "Gahaha, I told you, man. Don't put anything near her face while she's asleep."

Alveta had awakened, put on her uniform, and went down to help with the cafe as usual, but fell asleep on her feet somewhere. Easy enough to figure out.

The cafe was a small quaint establishment in a relatively less travelled part of Death City. It was certainly nowhere near the fancier streets. It had its own charm however. The shopowner modeled it as a maid cafe, but that was not what stood out about it. It was the showowner himself, a 2 meter tall gorilla wearing black hornrimmed spectacles. He keeps insisting it was just a costume that he felt comfortable wearing, but she was very very sure it wasn't a costume. Countless attempts to find out in the past had backfired on her, but these days she pretty much had given up. For the time being.

"Ah, that's right Alveta. Don't you have school today?" The patron spoke as he gave her his order.

"Ah..." Her face grew blank for a while. "Ah, you're right."

Leaving the patrons laughing behind her. she moved lethargicly to the main counter, giving their order to the shopowner. It seemed it was something she had done on the regular, as he barely batted an eye as she got in the kitchen for a sandwich to eat on the way to the Academy.

"Hmm... it feels like I'm forgetting something..." Alveta thought out loud as she walked.

Cardinal Rift

Eska

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She inhaled deeply.

Their chief had not acknowledged the axe, having simply left it there. It was of no matter. In a way, Eska wished for this outcome. Her training, her knowledge as a shaman rationalized that it won't be much good fighting them, that there were better methods to be found, that she should simply focus her efforts on finding Jiko.

But her pride as a tribesman of Emmeret, her pride as a warrior, her very honor spat upon by the kidnapping of those she held dear; those will not allow her to back down. Blood must be spilled, and by her ancestors' tapestry, she will not stop at anything until Jiko was returned. No, perhaps not even then. It did not matter if her contract was severed, it did not matter if she had her limbs cut off, or her body crushed and destroyed.

It was unorthodox to wage war so soon after the axe throwing, but it was usually because they threw the axe then left, with the chief's decision being relayed to them days later.

There was a bittersweet feeling welling up within her as she drew her bow, the vines it was made of moving and curling around each other, piercing the ground underneath her. Her magic, was subtle, lacking the raw power of a flame, the destructiveness of earth, the sheer force of wind, or the relentless flow of water. Hers was of the green song, and with it, she sang to the arrow she nocked on the bow, singing of growth, life, and peace. A promise that it will be as strong as its parent tree, the large yew perched on her home.

The tree on her house was supposed to be a deterrent for invaders, its base instincts suppressed until such times. Jiko was surprised, thus she wasn't able to commune with it. Had she not, had the invaders not be craven cowards, only they would have to see what the tree awakened would do. Now, their entire tribe would face her, and the tree's might, through these arrows borne of it.

Her muscles taut, the bow strengthening itself slowly as the vines grew thicker and the bow grew bigger, it was slowly starting to be an inhuman bow no mere human can hope to draw. She wasn't aiming for anyone, but that circular waterhole in an open space. Loosing the arrow, the shot flew like a bullet, crashing through a chimney and the waterhole's centerpiece statue. A shot more akin to a piece of artillery than a bow.

Like an ancient being brought to life, the arrow grew rapidly into a tree, absorbing the water before it pushed its roots deeper into the soil, breaking rock and stone in the process. Its trunk shot up, growing larger and wider, pushing apart the paved waterhole and anyone unfortunate nearby. A tree uninhibited, born from the cultivated yew on her home. Leaves and berries grew in abundance, the red and yellow of its berries prominent amongst the green and brown of the tree. Both the berries and its seed were delicious, as she could attest, but it was its pollen that she was waiting for. A wave of white rolling mist, coming from the tree, growing heavier and increasing in range as the tree's growth spurt slowed to a steady pace. Soon it will tower over any building in the settlement, and the white mist of pollen will cover the entire area. At least, if it continued unabated. Even now it was covering a significant area around it. A harmless mist for her, but hardly so for anyone without the resistance.

The bow wrapped around her arm, the vines coiling around her quiver as she prepared to go inside. Those who had weak constitution will not survive for long, but the stronger ones can probably withstand its effect for some time if they did not suck in air like an idiot. With her hand on her knife, she jumped down from her vantage point, and started walking down.

Cardinal Rift

Eska

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She had wanted to gather a few more herbs and some more flowers, but was instead rained on, and went home miserable and wet. At least there was the thought of some warm stew for her dinner tonight. Almost as soon as she arrived however, the smell of the food seemed a bit strong, even if Jiko was sneaking a bite without her noticing. Almost as if...

Rushing in, Eska could piece together what had happened. Jiko would never leave food unattended, especially if it spilled, and judging from the other scents in the air, there were other people in here, at least three. Her eyes narrowed to a slit, her ears flat against her head as anger started to well up. She may have been exiled, but she was still of Clan Emmeret, she was still predator, still a shaman. To be wronged in such a way was beyond reprehension. Her entire tribe would have risen up in arms, and waged war upon the offender immediately.

Gathering her wits around her, she bounded silently on the tracks they left behind, following them as they traveled outside of her territory. They didn't even bother to hide their tracks. Was this an act of provocation? In a short amount of time, she reached a large settlement, of which she could only describe as a very large tribe. Satisfied with what she found, she returned, to prepare for what was coming.

From the large yew tree, she prepared her armor, shaping bark with her song, light, yet with a hardness to rival steel. With her song, she prepared the warring mask, the shaman's mask, to denote she was the negotiator. The red feathers on it signaled she was ready for war. And lastly, she made two identical stone axes, both tied with a single piece of red ribbon on the haft, before she cut them in two. One, she threw on the large yew tree, for a grudge that will forever cut deep. The second, she will keep, to present to their chief, their head, to show that they had done wrong.

An hour later, she finally returned, this time perched on the highest vantage point she could find on the town, before shooting the red ribboned axe towards the most important looking building's door she could see. It was slightly cheating, considering she was supposed to hurl it at their feet, but this was an acceptable solution. She knew perfectly well that if she strolled in the front door of the town right now, she'd be accosted by just the sight of her tail and ears.

Thus now, she waited. Should the chief be interested with negotiation, they would go out of their settlement with at least a few of their retinues to continue negotiation. Anything else, and that meant the chief was not interested in negotiations, and war can commence properly.

Cardinal Rift

Eska

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The crunch from the salty baked meat was satisfying.

The meat from the man's belly was roasted perfectly, and after the first roasting with salt on it and pricking the more fatty skin with her knife, she managed to get it to a perfectly roasted on the inside, with a crunchy golden outside. Slightly burnt, but it was tasty and juicy. It tasted very similar to pork, so perhaps she could sell some of those sausages she made with the man's innards to a butcher tomorrow. The head was already dehaired, and roasted perfectly well, with Jiko munching contently on the cheeks. The tin pot was simmering slowly with some grains, and the tougher cuts of meat for tonight.

What she cannot use was buried under the tree on her house, and with everything else done for today...

"Jiko, I'm going out. Watch over the pot for me."

Getting only a noncommittal grunt as answer, she set out, towards a certain meadow she found deeper in the forest.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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It was painful. But it was all worth it. She was never one to give up, and had always stubbornly moved forwards.

Amidst the clamor of the soldiers, she grinned behind her iron mask, her muscles barely flexing as she forced the strongest's of them all to admit defeat, simply pushing his hand onto the table. A good natured competition of sorts with the fort's garrison, both to flaunt her strength, and to pass the time. That, and the energy of it excited her, that feeling of being recognized, of being truly seen.

Now, she was simply sitting at a table inside the mess hall, staring into a fireplace with some bread and a mug of wine to warm her body. Strength, skill, and recognition. All those she had sought to try and become someone, so she can go home once again, recognized by her family, recognized by everyone else. With the curse worsened, the dream had became just that. An unattainable dream. With what Tithemal had spoken, there was no more lead on what the curse was, no more place for her to poke at, no more hope for the future. Perhaps something might lie on that far away island, but she might as well hang herself now, as even going home would be a very arduous task, not to mention the reception she might get by the island's inhabitants.

There was no light at the end of her tunnel, no reason to keep marching forwards. With all doors closed to her to regain her honor, what else was left but to wallow in her helplessness.

Ettamri tore off another piece of bread, soaking it with the wine a little. Soft fresh bread, strengthening, fortifying. For a moment she pondered the crimson child, of what she whispered, wondering how it would feel to round up an army of those they called monsters, those called inhuman, the orcs, goblins, and other kinds, just to raze entire cities and conquer an area just for herself. A simple daydream that soon escalated to other delusions as she ate the bread slowly, staring at nothing in particular.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Alveta

Alveta Bataria

Image by Fami(Yellow Skies)

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Name
Alveta Bataria

Nickname/Alias
Al, Vii, or anything else you'd care to call her really.

Age
16

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Appearance
She was of average height, around 153cm(around 5'1") weighting about 45kg. With a slight build and rather pale complexion, it could be inferred that she didn't get out much, or try to exercise much. Dark bags under her eyes and her messy hair didn't help her disheveled look much either. Usually seen with loose clothings and tights.

Personality
For those who've seen her around the school, she was most likely seen as the ditzy type, bumping into everything. For those who knew her, she was the ditzy type that gets worse because she was sleepy almost all of the time, bumping into everything because she fell asleep while walking. She never really have any strong opinions on anything, going with the flow on almost everything. Even on things she doesn't like, she was likely to just go 'Isn't that greaaat for other people?" while saying she wasn't that fond of it. Tends to stretch out her words sleepily when talking. Also tends to try to eat any creature smaller than her hands or if anything is put in her mouth.

Likes
Food
Sleep
Naps
Games
Nighttime

Dislikes
Mornings
Tight Clothings
Bitter Things
Turtles
Weird soft things that are alive like slugs
Coffee

Fears
Nets
Snakes

Backstory
Works in a cafe ever since she first came to the town as a small girl years ago, with seemingly no memory. Those who frequent the cafe would recognize her as the small girl who tried her best in everything but also the type to fall over everything. While she did get better, that opinion never did change. After a while, she was sent to a normal school by the cafe owner, who had, by then, taken her in as one of his own, even though he had never married or had any experience with a child. Her life was uneventful, as any other, with except her habit of eating anything she can fit in her mouth still remaining. Whether it was actually a habit, or a now ingrained reflex because of her half asleep state was anyone's guess.

As she got older, it was clear she had talent to be a Meister, and she was recommended to the school by the cafe owner. Working as hard as she could, Alveta just barely made the grade, and joined the Academy as one of its Meisters. Her grades were average as best, and she never really seemed to excel in anything physical as well, though she never seemed to snap out of her lethargic state for them either. Did show some impressive physical feats when wide awake however, but only when she was forced to drink coffee by a frustrated teacher. She passed out not long after. Her soul did not seem to be that powerful either, with the exception of her ability to control it. As such, Alveta wasn't really the sort of student that gained a lot of attention or praise, just one of those that seemed to float by.

Partner Name
None yet

Meister Abilities
She has a very high control over her wavelength, enough to be able to utilize Soul Menace in hand to hand combat. Because of her nature, she was also compatible with almost every Demon Weapon.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
Sleeping while walking, cooking, impressive physical prowess, eating while sleeping, serving people in a cafe while sleeping, sleeping, hand to hand combat.

Soul Resonance
None Yet

Extra
Theme

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Sweet thanks. Ill pop it over to the char tab then.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Alveta

Alveta Bataria

Image by Fami(Yellow Skies)

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Name
Alveta Bataria

Nickname/Alias
Al, Vii, or anything else you'd care to call her really.

Age
16

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Appearance
She was of average height, around 153cm(around 5'1") weighting about 45kg. With a slight build and rather pale complexion, it could be inferred that she didn't get out much, or try to exercise much. Dark bags under her eyes and her messy hair didn't help her disheveled look much either. Usually seen with loose clothings and tights.

Personality
For those who've seen her around the school, she was most likely seen as the ditzy type, bumping into everything. For those who knew her, she was the ditzy type that gets worse because she was sleepy almost all of the time, bumping into everything because she fell asleep while walking. She never really have any strong opinions on anything, going with the flow on almost everything. Even on things she doesn't like, she was likely to just go 'Isn't that greaaat for other people?" while saying she wasn't that fond of it. Tends to stretch out her words sleepily when talking. Also tends to try to eat any creature smaller than her hands or if anything is put in her mouth.

Likes
Food
Sleep
Naps
Games
Nighttime

Dislikes
Mornings
Tight Clothings
Bitter Things
Turtles
Weird soft things that are alive like slugs
Coffee

Fears
Nets
Snakes

Backstory
Works in a cafe ever since she first came to the town as a small girl years ago, with seemingly no memory. Those who frequent the cafe would recognize her as the small girl who tried her best in everything but also the type to fall over everything. While she did get better, that opinion never did change. After a while, she was sent to a normal school by the cafe owner, who had, by then, taken her in as one of his own, even though he had never married or had any experience with a child. Her life was uneventful, as any other, with except her habit of eating anything she can fit in her mouth still remaining. Whether it was actually a habit, or a now ingrained reflex because of her half asleep state was anyone's guess.

As she got older, it was clear she had talent to be a Meister, and she was recommended to the school by the cafe owner. Working as hard as she could, Alveta just barely made the grade, and joined the Academy as one of its Meisters. Her grades were average as best, and she never really seemed to excel in anything physical as well, though she never seemed to snap out of her lethargic state for them either. Did show some impressive physical feats when wide awake however, but only when she was forced to drink coffee by a frustrated teacher. She passed out not long after. Her soul did not seem to be that powerful either, with the exception of her ability to control it. As such, Alveta wasn't really the sort of student that gained a lot of attention or praise, just one of those that seemed to float by.

Partner Name
None yet

Meister Abilities
She has a very high control over her wavelength, enough to be able to utilize Soul Menace in hand to hand combat. Because of her nature, she was also compatible with almost every Demon Weapon.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
Sleeping while walking, cooking, impressive physical prowess, eating while sleeping, serving people in a cafe while sleeping, sleeping, hand to hand combat.

Soul Resonance
None Yet

Extra
Theme

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Room for one more?