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The Devil Hunter Agency

Rufus

Rufus could say with clear mind and heart that he enjoyed a spot of chaos. When everything was in flux, certainty was dashed, and the future could be determined by the slightest stroke of fortune and decisive action. Hostages were saved by a narrow margin, a bird of flame swooping away before a pumpkin of all things arrived months past Halloween to reek its revenge upon the world. Old men fell and broke more then just their gun from a slip of their footing.

And Rufus, well, he lost a hand because a shiny rock seemed worth the trouble of picking up.

The sound of police sirens and roaring flames did wonders for drowning out the screaming of a hobo, all eyes turned towards the over a baker's dozen arsonists dragging out near dead girls from a building cooking off with further exploding rocks. A stream of expletives spilled freely as he buried his face in the snow and groaned miserably.

"Oh ho that sucked." He tasted copper as he uncurled himself, a sting across his tongue telling him he'd bitten it severely in his surprise. Looking at the stump, flakes of rock crusting the edge, his gaze narrowed seeing them seeming to try and grow further upon him. "No, I took my damage. Now come my I-Frames, universe."

A portal snapped over his wrist and closed just as quickly, in a blink a further inch of his arm was gone to places unknown without a blink on his part. The eldritch horror rolled his eyes and stood, snow sloughing from his cloak while he focused upon the warehouse proper. Before him fell cadavers, the corpses of girls now turned Yurei flopping lifelessly in-front of him. He was quick about it but hadn't cared if the DHA noticed or not. What with a pumpkin monster, the cops, and everything else going on he doubted anyone would have counted the corpses.

"Looks like your cold cases are going to stay on ice, ladies, but I need my hand more then you need graves. Heh, not like your spirits are going to rest anytime soon, but hey, if I see any Yurei, I'll dust 'em for you, cause I'm just that considerate, oh ho!"

And so the hobo sent his meal to his happy little home and staggered back through the alleys, eyes keen and remaining hand clenched with bloody minded intent.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

Like the sunflowers of her family home, Lorelai was a radiant beacon of hippieness in an otherwise restrained, culturally appropriate locals and ogling tourists. The reason being left at her hotel room, her gorgeous Yari just begging to be practiced with when they returned to the academy- though she held out some small hope she'd find a dojo suitable to train with it while here and had her eye on a temple that still taught the ways of Yagyu Munemori!- and the phone numbers of the smith and his sister to bombard with messages.

She didn't think she'd be able to get any good pictures of the spear in action should she have another encounter like the class' moonlit battle with the vampire, but she'd keep an eye out for great marketing opportunities and restore the Muramasa clan's honor!

Such happy thought kept her bubbly and excitable as they toured the Kiyomizu temple, it's pleasant atmosphere enveloping her, the wind over the hills like a welcoming embrace that had her splayed fingers grasping at passing breezes while the group ambled about in search of a good place to rest and take it in. It left her amenable to the sudden intrusion of a girl she only had the faintest recollection of from the prior days, most of the conference tuned out and the lack of ornate hair styling made recognition sluggish.

"Ah, the more the merrier. You can tag along with us. We're all responsible hero types, right?" Speaking with her overwhelming sincerity at full blast she clasped Kaganomiya's hand, hardened callousness meeting unmarred skin as she nodded in answer to her own question. That doing so had her braid whip about and strike Otis' chin moments after Ultana humbled him with a customary whack was pure happenstance. "My name is Lorelai and I'm happy to be your friend, even if only for a day."

The Devil Hunter Agency

The cloying cold of Siracha in the dead of winter was the bane of homeless. A time where friends would fall asleep, never to awake from the gutter they huddled in for warmth, all the while not ten feet away through an insulated wall, familiar slept soundly with full stomachs and contented dreams. The streets should have been dead still as everyone struggled to endure the frigid air, yet flames were such an inviting lure, drawing the desperate and the deranged with equal fervor.

Rufus chuckled around mouthfuls of moldy bread, the once fluffy innards hard and rocks and crumbling like a quarry at work as he chewed. There was no taste, the absence of which both disgusting and disheartening for any demon, yet the horror from beyond the skein of stars shuddered from the sheer luxury of it. Soft steps leaving prints in the snow, his figure blurred and indistinct with snow clinging to his cloak, he shambled towards a warehouse that sang to his senses a melody of bitterness and strife. Truly, school girl angst was a thing of beauty, and his stomach revolted with the aroma of blood blasted out of the warehouse by the numerous explosions puncturing the metal structure.

Needing to go no further he settled across from the warehouse, hood drawn up as his back settled against frozen, rusted metal, his figure lost in shadow and snow in the alley between derelict metalworks. Tucking away his meal for later he slid a hand into his threadbare pants pocket. Rather then pass through familiar holes and coarse fabric, Rufus' hand appeared in the warehouse, hovering over the slowly growing patch of frozen stone.

He should have had difficulty targeting such a small structure without any familiarity with either area or target, but the stones resonated with him. It beckoned him, just as he felt the impression it beckoned another hovering near his hand. That presence made his skin prickle with trepidation, the proverbial frog finding a scorpion approaching to ask for a ride, and Rufus instead wrenched loose an offshoot of heatless rock before retreating through his portal.

"Well aren't you a fancy paper weight."

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

Alas, for all the teasing from Clair and Kanbaru, the saner members of the party had managed to convince the lupine boytoy to settle down. Tempting though it may have been to rile him back up and see if she can force a shirt upon the wolfman, the white haired girl had her interest taken by a searching question from Akiko of all people. "Hmm? Of course I can see it. What, is the Serei supposed to be invisible? If so, I think Emilia might have ripped you off with the card exchange."

It wasn't like she'd noticed the whole debacle with the self inflicted arrow or its results, not when the inn had been the very picture of chaos in motion at the time. The 'Serei' in question had an impressive voice and its power was not to be understated, so she considered the cat girl fortunate to be inundated with such energetic guardians.

Thinking of such seemed all the prompting Lorelai needed to be summoned once more, assuming a guarded stance before Akiko in the face of Garou. Her head quirked sideward, reacting to the presence of Castle with a widening of the pupil, yet she felt no hostility and judged it a fellow protector over anything else. Given Akiko wasn't cowering from it looming over her she turned back to the wolf as it settled down, seemingly content to leave them to their own devices.

"Mah, Mistress, you certainly find yourself in interesting lands. And you solicited additional help. How forward thinking." Lorelai lauded the cat girl in a low, pleased voice, her words vague enough to still be heard as a reference to the now far larger party around them while she rested her sword back in its sheath and dispelled her standard with a thought. "You'll have to tell me more when we have the time."

The Devil Hunter Agency

The Warped Reality

Name: Rufus.
Title: The Warped Reality.
Age: Indeterminate.
Gender: Unknown.
Race: Eldritch Horror.

Abilities:
Rufus can perform one act with complete mastery, such that for any other being to even attempt it without complete dedication to the art instills upon him an unfathomable enmity for them. Rufus is without peer in the creation of Portals. It is how he entered reality, after all, and it this ability that marks his place as a terror upon the world.

Shape. Diameter. Duration. Distance. Location. Time. No factor not perceived or conceived can limit the creation of his portals, such that reality itself bends like a servant supplicating before its sovereign usurper.

Personality:
A sloven being enraptured with the mortals occupying a tiny speck in the grand cosmic opera occupying a single channel amidst countless possibilities. He carries himself casually, inviting ridicule from his shameless ways as he indulges in laziness, vagrancy, and petty pranks. A being who would life no finger in his own defense should a mugger see him stabbed in the gutter for a loaf of moldy bread, only to laugh through closing wounds at the cruelty humans can visit upon one another when pushed to their lowest points.

Rufus is mercurial, prone to long bouts of lounging only to be struck by the indomitable need to enter action, pursuing a rush like a man possessed at the expense of all else, before crawling away to a sofa dumped upon the highest peak of a rancid scrapyard.

Background:
An outsider among both Demons and Humans, he exists amidst the dregs of both, mingling at his leisure and twisting them both for his pleasure. Holding little to no martial or magical might, he looks a gnat antagonizing even novice Devil Hunters, yet not a one has survived to tell tale of him that didn't go without the distinct impression it was only at his amusement they carried onwards.

For all good heroes know that their stories can meet a sudden and anti-climactic end should a writer put pen to paper those most dreaded words, "Rocks fall, the party dies."

And Rufus is never far from a healthy supply of large boulders.

Denizens of the Madhouse

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[center]Name: Rufus.
Title: The Warped Reality.
Age: Indeterminate.
Gender: Unknown.
Race: Eldritch Horror.

Abilities:
Rufus can perform one act with complete mastery, such that for any other being to even attempt it without complete dedication to the art instills upon him an unfathomable enmity for them. Rufus is without peer in the creation of Portals. It is how he entered reality, after all, and it this ability that marks his place as a terror upon the world.

Shape. Diameter. Duration. Distance. Location. Knowledge. Time. No factor not perceived or conceived can limit the creation of his portals, such that reality itself bends like a servant supplicating before its sovereign usurper.

Personality:
A sloven being enraptured with the mortals occupying a tiny speck in the grand cosmic opera occupying a single channel amidst countless possibilities. He carries himself casually, inviting ridicule from his shameless ways as he indulges in laziness, vagrancy, and petty pranks. A being who would life no finger in his own defense should a mugger see him stabbed in the gutter for a loaf of moldy bread, only to laugh through closing wounds at the cruelty humans can visit upon one another when pushed to their lowest points.

Rufus is mercurial, prone to long bouts of lounging only to be struck by the indomitable need to enter action, pursuing a rush like a man possessed at the expense of all else, before crawling away to a sofa dumped upon the highest peak of a rancid scrapyard.

Background:
An outsider among both Demons and Humans, he exists amidst the dregs of both, mingling at his leisure and twisting them both for his pleasure. Holding little to no martial or magical might, he looks a gnat antagonizing even novice Devil Hunters, yet not a one has survived to tell tale of him that didn't go without the distinct impression it was only at his amusement they carried onwards.

For all good heroes know that their stories can meet a sudden and anti-climactic end should a writer put pen to paper those most dreaded words, "Rocks fall, the party dies."

And Rufus is never far from a healthy supply of large boulders.

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The Devil Hunter Agency

Beep beep I'm an interested sheep.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

"No, no, really, you're hair is just as lovely." Lorelai tittered, her expression bright and carefree as Muramasa Kenjo's sister fawned over her all the unguarded enthusiasm of youthful innocence. A feeling the blonde was all too happy to mirror, nearly losing herself in such isle pleasantries were there not the tantalizing prospect that had brought her to the Smith's home, that being the re-forging of the shattered sword into a usable form.

It struck her as being odd that no one had taken an interest in working with such exotic material, but then again, the same feature's Kenjo's sister found intriguing, others took with a measure of disdain even the dense Dutch-Japanese could not be entirely ignorant of. That the De Windt blood had bred blonde for centuries didn't make her any less Japanese in her upbringing and speech!

"Oh, a Naginata sounds nice, but I've trained a lot in spears that can thrust and pivot between slashing and stabbing. Maybe something like a Yari would work better...yeah, a Muramasa Yari!" She replied to the intense young smith, inwardly bemused he was just as honest and outgoing as his sister in spite of his severe nature, bearing his passion with flinty eyes and muscles taut with the urge to hammer it into a new form. Taking hold of a hand from each Muramasa she let loose a cheer, "We'll make you're work famous, and then everyone visiting Kyoto will have to make the Musamasa forges a must see destiantion!"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

Not expecting her goading words to be answered, Kanbaru gaped in a fish-like fashion as she beheld the vision of a shirtless....leather-clad....wolf-man.

The white haired orca doubled over, laughter roaring from her lips as her chest heaved from the exertion of releasing her mirth for all to hear. Rearing back she thrust an accusing finger towards the shirtless man so easily offended by terms of station, a snicker preceding, "You are the spitting image of the phrase 'Dating what Daddy doesn't want'. Is the mistress of this castle some insecure maiden? Bwahahaha!"

It was all too much, such that even Caprice couldn't sour Kanbaru's good mood, nor could the oppressive feeling radiating from the walls that tried and failed to make her hairs stands on end. Phantom limbs reminded her of a far more intimate feeling of omni-presence and she brushed it aside with a snort that turned more mocking then amused.

Oh ho, so there are thieves here already? Well that only means there's something worth stealing in first place, and if we spot the thieves, we can liberate them of their ill-gotten goods for ourselves. She thought before leveling her plushie at the werewolf- It would be ridiculous to dress like that and not be one- and wreathing it in shifting waters. "Hey Fido, we'll think about getting that book your mistress wants if you have a mountain of treasure for us. Quid Pro Quo, am I right~?"

She certainly wasn't saying they had or hadn't stolen the book, but if the Butler wanted to think this was a ransom demand, Kanbaru wouldn't dissuade him of that notion.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

The trip to Kyoto was spent with Lorelai's face all but pressed to the windows of their bus, ogling the sights with a vocal amazement that made her look ever more the stranger in a foreign land her European ancestry portrayed her as. It made her fortunate then that she hadn't brought a camera, clumsily forgotten along with the neon teal fanny pack she'd gotten to carry it, lost beneath a discarded pillowcase as she ran from her room to make it to the field trip departure point promptly.

All this went to say she was a starry eyed youth taking in the conference with an almost undue reverence for the speakers, especially the smiths for which she went out of her way to hound down when they had a moment to roam. She made a memorable sight, lugging a lacquered box under her arm and showing to various masters of their craft to see if any had an interest in working on it. This in turn lead to a great many disappointments, what with smith's on the hunt for bulk orders of a more commercial variety, and not the pet projects of students with minimal funds and social graces.

Yet being nothing if not persistent, the Dutch-Japanese student had come upon a man whose name no longer elicited the same glee in the buyers as it had in Lorelai, a descendant of Muramasa himself now interested in re-forging the broken magic-annulling sword into something she could use! Just the thought of it had her absolutely giddy everywhere she went afterwards, bouncing on the balls of her feet throughout the entire tour through various schools of exorcism.

It's all so....COOL! She cried out internally, actually far too distracted daydreaming to really take to heart any of the talk. Comforted by her own use of the basics of talismans and not really feeling an affinity for magic like some others did, they all pleasantly went in one ear and out the other.