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Gwyn had continued to tail after the first team until she had cross the bridge. When she reached the opposite side, she paused to catch her breath. Not that she was asthmatic or out of shape. Her breathing had become slightly more ragged than usual from the furious beating of her heart upon catching a glimpse of the Basilisk. She prepared to steady herself when the Nevermore appeared and dropped off massive sized feathers. One of them happened to lodge itself into the ground a scant foot away from her. It startled her at first, causing her to jump. She considered comparing her size to the feather afterward, but thought that firing her weapon at the Nevermore might be an even better route to take.

The Faunus was disrupted from such consideration when the Basilisk began moving towards them. There was no way... It took Amalger commenting on it to help her conclude that she wasn't having some kind of hallucination. Gwyn began backing away as the Basilisk moved ever closer to the group.

With Abel's weapon out, and the erratic electricity permeating from it she began to wonder whether it was dust or his Semblance. She had seen the lightning before and knew it was likely him after she discovered his presence, but he hadn't talked to her about it. Albeit, it couldn't really be Dust. Could it? She didn't think Dust would have been capable of producing as much lightning as she saw that first time. However, she also knew a limited amount of information regarding Dust. Perhaps he used Dust with the same properties as his Semblance. That didn't make much sense though. Water might be best... Nevin's voice was a tug away from her observations and thoughts. She cursed herself for allowing her mind to wander in the midst of the situation they were in.

Nevin seemed to take the role of strategist very well, something that she had no problems with when he told her to attack from a distance. Certainly she would have to cope with fighting a beast like a Basilisk up close at some point, but it didn't have to be that very second. After all, if Ozpin had a Basilisk roaming then the grounds then they had to be likely to face creatures of such a degree, or worse, later.

Gwyn positioned herself towards the rear of the group, stepping backwards Rhewlif was held before her. Her hands were adjusted accordingly on the pole as she adapted a fighting stance with the weapon. Nevin had said it was a weak point. She figured that she ought to wait for a signal from one of the others. Was she to act with haste or proceed with caution?
The numerous types of Grimm had surprised Gwyn slightly. She hadn't really expected the Emerald Forest to be teeming with that many types. She tried to remain calm, but Nevin linking with her had helped her to remain placid. Certainly, she had felt her own resolve waver when his had upon sighting the Deathstalker. However, the fluctuations of Nevin's bravado were brief enough that they effects weren't negative enough to cause her to cower.

The appearance of the Basilisk caused her hands to quiver in trepidation when she first acknowledged it. The daunting beast left her with enough motive to pursue after the other group when Enyo indicated the path before her. She followed after the others, using her energy to stay close enough to the group while also trying not to drain herself so that she would be unfit to fight if it came to that.

Randy had mentioned keeping the ranged fighters to the back and the close combat ones towards the front. “I'm versatile,” she informed the members of her group. Her gaze flitted from one to the next as she spoke, seeking out Abel first followed by Nevin and Aurelia. She tried to remain as laconic as possible, keeping her words to a minimum. “I can go to the front or the rear.”

Gwyn fussed with the dial on Rhewlif quickly, extending the weapon to it's full length. The segments of the metal pole clicked into place. There wasn't enough time to discuss their Semblance powers or their weapons which was unfortunate, but she knew that there wouldn't always be ideal situations to know what one's allies were capable of. In a way, it was beneficial that they didn't have much knowledge of their companion's capabilities because it prepared them for future occurrences where such conditions might limit them.

Maybe Abel had the right idea with continuing to try and flee from the Grimm, but how long could they run before they were cornered? What if they backed themselves into a worse position? She didn't really want to think about it. Maybe by continuing to move, they could scope out a more advantageous location for fighting the beasts. Although putting herself in a poor location was definitely preferable than being abandoned for pausing to debate the matter. She continued to head after Abel and the other group. There was certainly strength in numbers anyway.
Sorry about the extreme wait for posts.

The characters in my post will be interacting with both Net and Theo, Ryu's handling Gil and Teres with his characters.
The sound of the alarm clock jarred her awake, tearing her free from the dream she had been having. What a strange dream. It felt so real. She could have sworn she was in some other place as well. Never before had a dream seemed so lucid. It wasn't foggy like dreams she had before, and the events weren't escaping her despite her attempts to grasp at the details. Her hand finally pressed the snooze button in her attempts to quell the loud noises and rest for just a little bit longer.

Emlyn's body felt like it was dripping with perspiration, and prickled from the cold feeling of the fan blowing over her all at the same time. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. She really felt like she could use a shower. She could still feel the blood on her body, warm and sticky. It felt so real even though it had been like an out of body experience. The body of the dead girl didn't look like her though. The girl who had died was much younger with different facial features. A rounder face with a pug nose. Why did she think that girl was her? The smell of blood seemed to fill her nostrils still. It made her feel sick. Emlyn had never been able to stomach the sight or smell of blood, and feeling it made her feel queasy and lightheaded as well. She needed a shower.

Her inability to fall asleep caused her to move to a sitting position ,and she felt something leap up onto the queen sized bed. The ebony great dane sprawled across her lap and she let out an exasperated sigh. “The alarm is not your cue to join me.” Rather than deal with fighting the mutt, she reached for the journal next to the alarm clock and jotted down everything she could remember from her dream. It still seemed peculiar to her that she could recall it with such clarity.

“Crow,” she spoke with a lilt to her voice. The dog raised his head and regarded her with a curious look. “Want to go outside?” She queried. The dog needed no further motive to crawl off her and dart out of the door to her bedroom. Emlyn made her way out of her bed, dropping the journal into her bag on her way. After she had made her way down the hallway, she entered the area where her kitchen and living room were separated by the counter of her kitchen. The tiled floor of the kitchen and carpeted floor of the living room also helped differentiate between the two places.

Crow pranced around impatiently in front of the door to the backyard as she cut through the living room to the kitchen, and slid the panel from the dog door out. The great dane pushed his way through the flap before she was able to remove it completely.

Emlyn didn't linger in the kitchen for long. She made her way into the bathroom to continue with her morning ritual. She typically showered after work because her job caused her to get dirty, but she had enough time for a quick one. She hastily brushed her hair and teeth. On a typical morning, she brushed her teeth after she ate. However, she was in more of a hurry after deciding to shower. The coffee maker was turned on while she took the time to spread some cream cheese onto a bagel, wrapping it in a paper towel and retrieving her cup of coffee. She slid the panel back into place on the dog door and called for Crow to follow her into the garage, opening the passenger door of the faded blue pick up truck. The dog eagerly made his way into the seat and she moved in front of the vehicle to seat herself at the wheel, tossing her bag and tool belt into the back seat.

~*~*~*~*~

Russel parked his vehicle in front of the cafe. His transportation of choice was a red sports car. As if the Jaguar didn't draw attention to itself already, the color made it stand out even more. Then again, Rush had always enjoyed drawing unnecessary amounts of attention to himself. At a mere twenty two years of age, he frequently gave the impression that he came from a family with money where everything was handed to him and those he interacted with were quick to predict that he didn't have to work for a thing.

The way he was dressed served less as a status symbol than his car. Instead of a tailored suit, he adorned a simple pair of jeans with a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. His hair made his skin look near alabaster, but he had never tanned well. Raven hued hair was slicked back. He had often been told he looked like a greaser from some movie, The Outsiders if he remembered correctly. He had read the novel once, but he had never seen the film. Despite his choices in wardrobe, he had a boyish face with viridian pools and a mouth that was prone to incessant grinning and smirking. Probably not a face inclined for games such as Poker, or so he had been told.

He breached six feet by a mere two inches. Average height, he assumed. His build was anything short of intimidating. Thin limbed and wiry, he was left with little musculature to utilize to his advantage in the event of a fight.

He entered the establishment, and seated himself at the counter. He checked his phone briefly and made his order when one of the employees greeted him. He spoke with an accent that was distinctly European, Welsh to be precise. A younger girl approached him, setting an apple steamer before him. It was hot drink not unlike apple cider, but with caramel stirred into it and topped with a generous amount of whipped cream.

“The danish is on it's way,” she informed him.

Rush figured the girl was either a drop out, or fresh out of high school. She looked younger. She didn't manage to hold his interest for long because he began looking around the cafe as though he were expecting someone to arrive at any moment.

~*~*~*~*~

Juliana seated herself on a bench in front of the high school, taking her time with entering the building. It was supposed to be her first day. Most of the students ignored her. They probably thought she was in a different grade or something. It was probably impossible to remember every face. She preferred that. Her sepia hair was cropped short into a chin length bob and side swept bangs that were clipped out of the way by a barrette that had a cerulean bow attached to the clip. She adorned a simple ivory dress shirt under a cardigan that matched the accessory in her hair. Cerulean dress pants were paired with white heels and a crossbody drew color from her shoes and shirt. The purse was slung across her shoulder. The blue tones in her clothing drew attention to the azure spheres set in a khaki pigmented visage.

A fuschia backpack rested beside her on the bench, disrupting the color scheme. It would be shoved in a locker momentarily though.

Juliana rose to stand. The heels boosted her height by two inches, causing her to reach about five and a half feet. Her shoes clicked against the tiled floors when she stepped into the building and she placed her the backpack into her locker before heading to the office.

The secretary glanced up towards her when she opened the door. An older woman, probably about mid thirties. She had sorrel hair pinned into a bun at the top of her head. Juliana couldn't tell how long it was. Black rimmed, oval shaped glasses were perched on a long, thin nose. The woman's features were thin and gaunt with a ruddy complexion. A simple skirt suit and black pumps were adorned.

“Can I help you?” The older woman queried, although her tone conveyed that she didn't really want to assist a student at all.

“I transferred to this school recently,” Juliana spoke. Her words were pronounced in a way that suggested English was not her primary language.

The secretary rose to her feet. She was perhaps three inches taller, but her heels were an inch shorter than Juliana's.

“Do you have your schedule?” The secretary spoke. She sounded impatient. Maybe it was just her natural way of speaking, or maybe she just didn't like interacting with students much. Although her words made the younger girl curious about what the secretary was doing working at a school if that was the case.

“I have it, but there's no room number,” Juliana replied.

“Follow me,” the secretary commanded as she guided the new student down the hallway to her first classroom. She opened the door, “Your new student.” She walked away quickly, leaving the girl behind to enter the classroom by herself.

She glanced over the students. She was probably supposed to give a brief introduction, she supposed.

“My name is Juliana, I'm from Brazil.” Short and simple. “I'll find my own seat if you don't mind,” she informed the teacher, taking an empty seat towards the back of the classroom.
I've been watching the new season.

The OOC and IC are officially up. Hero was the other person we had accepted privately, and we're ready to move ahead now.

A Roll of The Die
Each character will be awakening after having woken up from witnessing the scene mentioned in the first post. Just post for your characters about how they would go about their day following that. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Dreams often come and go for just about everyone. This dream, though...it was different. It was more vivid...it almost felt...real, in a way.

The scene was set in a large room, a round table sitting in the center, a lone man at the head with a small smile. He wore a robe with a small blood red circle emblazoned on the right breast, a cross marking through that circle. The only one at the table other than the man was a young boy who couldn't be older than fifteen, messy brown hair framing a boyish face. From your perspective, though, it couldn't really be clear what they were looking at.

The one thing that could be seen was the corpse laying lifeless in the chair, blood seeping from the hole in her temple. It was a young girl, not much older than the boy. Her black hair stretched down to her elbows, blood dirtying it now. Much more couldn't be discerned before attention was drawn back to the pair facing each other at the table.

“Cut the crap!” the boy roared in rage. “You think this is a game!? You killed her!”

The man let out a sigh. “I did not. She simply chose wrong,” he responded. “And, need I remind you? That's precisely what this is. A game.” He gestured to something on the table. “Now, please. Continue. You wouldn't want to forfeit at the last turn now, would you?”

The boy's form grew rigid, but he reached forward, clutching a revolver that had been sitting on the table. Slowly, he lifted it to his head and pulled the trigger.


You awaken in a cold sweat. There had been similar dreams in the past, but this was the first one that was...so real. It was almost as if you were actually there.
The story will take place in a modern fantasy setting. New characters will all be those that have recently been chosen for some unknown reason. These characters are cursed at the start of their story to continue to be reincarnated as they work together to track down information related to this.

Appearances may alter from each life. The sex of a character may change with each reincarnation, but the gender will not. In other words, the soul of the character might identify differently than the body they are placed in.

Some benefits are going to be based on a luck factor.

Nearly everything is going to be based off chance. The GMs will flip a coin, or do something, to decide the outcome of certain luck-based events. Death and anything resulting in death will more or less be based on actual choices.

Most of the elements of this rp are to be a mystery, and will be learned as the characters unravel it. That is the reason the description is minimal.













Gwyn put the names of the others to memory. Aurelia and Nevin. Her hand grasped his and she shook it after he had offered it, releasing it shortly after. It might not be so bad working with the other pair. They seemed pleasant enough initially anyway. She hadn't caught the names of the members belonging to the second group present, but figured there would be time to learn them later. The shrill sound produced by the Nevermore seemed like more of an issue than learning the names of other students.

Rhewlif had been readied, prepared to be put to use if necessary. The creatures that began to infiltrate gave her little need for prompting when Enyo and Randy when they darted forward. She had begun to dart forward when Abel suddenly halted and spun towards them.

“Follow the others,” she sputtered in frustration. She hoped that he hadn't taken it personally, but it sounded like it was the only direction to head in. Gwyn didn't think there was time to waste with talking either.

She pressed forward quickly, pursuing the other group. The Faunus had little doubt that the others would require further provocation to spur them away from the copious amounts of Grimm.
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