Leviathan said Whose all still inI'm pretty sure the types of the ones already posted on the IC are definitely taken, at the very least.
So that means Fire, Nature, Air and Spirit aren't available, but the others might become available soon.
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So that means Fire, Nature, Air and Spirit aren't available, but the others might become available soon.
Davis Cole
The taller man flinched at the leader's mutter. It wasn't an angry shout or physical retaliation, but he may have fared it better if she actually reacted in a way other than to snark with a voice laced with cold disapproval. He still wasn't sure exactly why he felt this way, for it wasn't as if he was trying to be on Celeste's good side or anything, nor did he for a moment doubt that he would win in a brawl. It was as if, like the way his muscle just knew how to handle a knife, some part of him which was susceptible to people like Celeste from the past had survived the memory wipe.
His posture retained his usual attitude as she went to answer him about the laboratories. With a noticeable sigh he showed his disappointment that it was another dead end. While he had half-expected it to be, he was hoping that this time they would finally be able to take out the experimenters once and for all.
"Mya?" Davis replied almost carelessly at his turn to be asked for answers. He had to admit the name didn't ring any bells, but after a moment he did vaguely remember there might've been someone called that before. From the way the leader had asked of them they must be either very troublesome or punctual; someone who would arrive at the rebellion hq quickly, else will cause a lot of trouble or something.
"Can't say that I have, ma'am." He spoke. In all honesty the only rebel members he saw while coming this way were the brats and she had a glimpse of their faces already by his accidental image sending. "I saw no one while coming to the headquarters you see. Though I've been here for a bit now so maybe they're back by now?"
The taller man flinched at the leader's mutter. It wasn't an angry shout or physical retaliation, but he may have fared it better if she actually reacted in a way other than to snark with a voice laced with cold disapproval. He still wasn't sure exactly why he felt this way, for it wasn't as if he was trying to be on Celeste's good side or anything, nor did he for a moment doubt that he would win in a brawl. It was as if, like the way his muscle just knew how to handle a knife, some part of him which was susceptible to people like Celeste from the past had survived the memory wipe.
His posture retained his usual attitude as she went to answer him about the laboratories. With a noticeable sigh he showed his disappointment that it was another dead end. While he had half-expected it to be, he was hoping that this time they would finally be able to take out the experimenters once and for all.
"Mya?" Davis replied almost carelessly at his turn to be asked for answers. He had to admit the name didn't ring any bells, but after a moment he did vaguely remember there might've been someone called that before. From the way the leader had asked of them they must be either very troublesome or punctual; someone who would arrive at the rebellion hq quickly, else will cause a lot of trouble or something.
"Can't say that I have, ma'am." He spoke. In all honesty the only rebel members he saw while coming this way were the brats and she had a glimpse of their faces already by his accidental image sending. "I saw no one while coming to the headquarters you see. Though I've been here for a bit now so maybe they're back by now?"
Davis Cole the rebellious test subject with an appetite.
"I'm not worked up as much to consider my curiosity as a worry." He spat, partially irritated that the leader decided to not even bother replying to the food comment; not that she was ever humoured enough to play along with him in those trivial aspects. Even so he left it at that, for he knew she didn't mean any harm but rather was her personality and all. Besides he wasn't able to keep up with his attitude for long when she had one of those stares, as if she was looking into his heart or something. He knew that was ridiculous, but at the same time it was a feeling he could never seem to shake off. Regardless, he resumed talking in his normal voice onwards. The talk about the irregularity on the new test subjects failed to intrigue him in the slightest, letting that information go in one ear and leave by the other.
"I hear we've found a new route to the labos via the waste bins or something? I have to say I wasn't sure if it was another one of those jokes the runts spread out for laughs so I wanted to keep my questions vague. Oh well." His mind wandered back to the scene a few moments before coming here. He wasn't in a good mood, being forced to retreat to the rebel hq so early in the morning. It just so happens that the hq wasn't entirely deserted as it was at times, with runts younger rebels who caught whiff of the situation quickly and decided to hide. Those skittish brats rebels got on his nerves, making him flex his ability over them, showing them nasty images of what the experimenters would do with them. One of them however, a boy of about eleven whose name escapes him, must have thought Davis was oppressing them for something bad he did in secret, confessing to Davis about overhearing some of the older rebels talking about the route to the laboratory waste bins.
He reminiscence ended when he realized he had accidentally sent that exact scene straight to Celeste's mind and cursed at himself.
"I'm not worked up as much to consider my curiosity as a worry." He spat, partially irritated that the leader decided to not even bother replying to the food comment; not that she was ever humoured enough to play along with him in those trivial aspects. Even so he left it at that, for he knew she didn't mean any harm but rather was her personality and all. Besides he wasn't able to keep up with his attitude for long when she had one of those stares, as if she was looking into his heart or something. He knew that was ridiculous, but at the same time it was a feeling he could never seem to shake off. Regardless, he resumed talking in his normal voice onwards. The talk about the irregularity on the new test subjects failed to intrigue him in the slightest, letting that information go in one ear and leave by the other.
"I hear we've found a new route to the labos via the waste bins or something? I have to say I wasn't sure if it was another one of those jokes the runts spread out for laughs so I wanted to keep my questions vague. Oh well." His mind wandered back to the scene a few moments before coming here. He wasn't in a good mood, being forced to retreat to the rebel hq so early in the morning. It just so happens that the hq wasn't entirely deserted as it was at times, with runts younger rebels who caught whiff of the situation quickly and decided to hide. Those skittish brats rebels got on his nerves, making him flex his ability over them, showing them nasty images of what the experimenters would do with them. One of them however, a boy of about eleven whose name escapes him, must have thought Davis was oppressing them for something bad he did in secret, confessing to Davis about overhearing some of the older rebels talking about the route to the laboratory waste bins.
He reminiscence ended when he realized he had accidentally sent that exact scene straight to Celeste's mind and cursed at himself.
I'm here, was it my turn to post next? :o
Camil Desverte, the Nature Summoner.
It would be a lie to say that Camil wasn't nervous, despite the way he was sitting with a slightly bored look hanging on his face, head propped against the make-up dresser in front of him with his arm. The room he was guided to couldn't be anything more than plain in his standards, with minimal ways to entertain - or perhaps to distract - him while he was waiting to be called to the stage. In some ways he did expect the waiting rooms to be plain; it was a temporary waiting place unneeded of any special care. What he failed to predict was just how long he would have to stay here. seconds seemed like minutes, and he wasn't allowed to wander around, lest disqualified. Of course he could risk a chance and send them off to scout, but he decided it wasn't worth the gamble; knowing what the other contestants looked like and what they were doing in their own standby rooms will only be of use to judge their appearance and light personality. He would have every chance to do exactly that during the main event of the day.
Camil moved his free hand within his vision. Neon green light particles danced upon his palm, trailing down the length of his white sleeve, some of the lights playing hide-and-seek behind the button gaps on the edge of the sleeve where it meets his wrist. The lights traveled down on the dresser, then flew back up, looping around to his shoulders. His eyes followed this movement with little emotion, though his eyes stopped at the reflection of his handsome face against the mirror. There was everything he wanted to see staring back at him; the sharp, clear eyes, each lash on his eyes straight and even; the hair brushed in unison, leaving not a single strand of hair out of place; and most of all, his skin was seemingly clear of freckles, unwanted hair and damages, much like a living porcelain. It was so perfect that part of him felt like it was such a waste he had to cover it with a mask. It is just like putting glasses, he had reasoned with himself earlier. Just like there are people whose appearance are boosted with glasses, this mask will appeal to the audience in its own way.
Camil stood up suddenly, the lights which were resting on his shoulders and the dresser instantly flying up into the air with him. He held the plain white mask in his hands while looking once more at the reflection of his uncovered face. With a careful motion he placed the mask over his face, playing with the material which held it in place. After a small inhaling of breath, he looked at the mirror once more. The mask did compliment his mostly-white attire well, as he had assumed earlier. The black outlines of his suit, as well as the darker clothing under the jacket and vest did leave room for critiques, however it was bearable. He did, however, went down to his luggage next to the dresser. He had co-ordinated and perfected his attire before leaving his place and so he knew there was no room for untidiness but just in case he did bring a limited selection of replacement outfits. It took him almost no time to replace the vermilion tie with a greener one and stood in front of the mirror once again. As if on cue a number of the lights which were hovering in mid-air came to land around the mask like dotted outlines, making intricate patterns of green light. Yes - that was more like it. The masks will most likely be optional once the battle starts, which meant he only had to bear it during the introduction. That much he could allow; he had Phosper, after all, to cast a shade against anything unsightly about him.
Now to wait for the show to begin...
It would be a lie to say that Camil wasn't nervous, despite the way he was sitting with a slightly bored look hanging on his face, head propped against the make-up dresser in front of him with his arm. The room he was guided to couldn't be anything more than plain in his standards, with minimal ways to entertain - or perhaps to distract - him while he was waiting to be called to the stage. In some ways he did expect the waiting rooms to be plain; it was a temporary waiting place unneeded of any special care. What he failed to predict was just how long he would have to stay here. seconds seemed like minutes, and he wasn't allowed to wander around, lest disqualified. Of course he could risk a chance and send them off to scout, but he decided it wasn't worth the gamble; knowing what the other contestants looked like and what they were doing in their own standby rooms will only be of use to judge their appearance and light personality. He would have every chance to do exactly that during the main event of the day.
Camil moved his free hand within his vision. Neon green light particles danced upon his palm, trailing down the length of his white sleeve, some of the lights playing hide-and-seek behind the button gaps on the edge of the sleeve where it meets his wrist. The lights traveled down on the dresser, then flew back up, looping around to his shoulders. His eyes followed this movement with little emotion, though his eyes stopped at the reflection of his handsome face against the mirror. There was everything he wanted to see staring back at him; the sharp, clear eyes, each lash on his eyes straight and even; the hair brushed in unison, leaving not a single strand of hair out of place; and most of all, his skin was seemingly clear of freckles, unwanted hair and damages, much like a living porcelain. It was so perfect that part of him felt like it was such a waste he had to cover it with a mask. It is just like putting glasses, he had reasoned with himself earlier. Just like there are people whose appearance are boosted with glasses, this mask will appeal to the audience in its own way.
Camil stood up suddenly, the lights which were resting on his shoulders and the dresser instantly flying up into the air with him. He held the plain white mask in his hands while looking once more at the reflection of his uncovered face. With a careful motion he placed the mask over his face, playing with the material which held it in place. After a small inhaling of breath, he looked at the mirror once more. The mask did compliment his mostly-white attire well, as he had assumed earlier. The black outlines of his suit, as well as the darker clothing under the jacket and vest did leave room for critiques, however it was bearable. He did, however, went down to his luggage next to the dresser. He had co-ordinated and perfected his attire before leaving his place and so he knew there was no room for untidiness but just in case he did bring a limited selection of replacement outfits. It took him almost no time to replace the vermilion tie with a greener one and stood in front of the mirror once again. As if on cue a number of the lights which were hovering in mid-air came to land around the mask like dotted outlines, making intricate patterns of green light. Yes - that was more like it. The masks will most likely be optional once the battle starts, which meant he only had to bear it during the introduction. That much he could allow; he had Phosper, after all, to cast a shade against anything unsightly about him.
Now to wait for the show to begin...
Davis Cole of the rebellious test subjects.
"Knock knock," Davis' baritone voice rang from the entrance of the room with a single occupant. His attire was as distastful as any other day as if he was taught to wear everything unevenly. His pants were seemingly having trouble staying on his waist, but surprisingly would stay there, albeit flashing his bland undergarments when he moved. As usual he was as chubby and as tall as ever, making most if not all other members needing to look upwards to meet his eyes.
"Leader ma'am, I've been looking all over for you. I heard an interesting rumour and came to check; something about the laboratories?" He addressed Celeste, quite uncaring if he was interrupting her from anything. It's not like he would normally have been any more caring, but today he had a look of complaint clearly visible on his face. Before Celeste could even utter a word, he continued speaking, expressing why he was not in a good mood.
"Oh and I hear there's newcomers today. Haven't seen them with my own eyes but thanks to that I had to hurry out of the cafeteria before things got messy. Last thing I need is some trash of an experimenter at my back but I only had two servings. Do you have anything to eat too while you're at it?"
"Knock knock," Davis' baritone voice rang from the entrance of the room with a single occupant. His attire was as distastful as any other day as if he was taught to wear everything unevenly. His pants were seemingly having trouble staying on his waist, but surprisingly would stay there, albeit flashing his bland undergarments when he moved. As usual he was as chubby and as tall as ever, making most if not all other members needing to look upwards to meet his eyes.
"Leader ma'am, I've been looking all over for you. I heard an interesting rumour and came to check; something about the laboratories?" He addressed Celeste, quite uncaring if he was interrupting her from anything. It's not like he would normally have been any more caring, but today he had a look of complaint clearly visible on his face. Before Celeste could even utter a word, he continued speaking, expressing why he was not in a good mood.
"Oh and I hear there's newcomers today. Haven't seen them with my own eyes but thanks to that I had to hurry out of the cafeteria before things got messy. Last thing I need is some trash of an experimenter at my back but I only had two servings. Do you have anything to eat too while you're at it?"
So... does that mean the other rebels sleep in the abandoned buildings or is that only limited to celeste?
Seto Nanzo of The Society.
"As you wish, Lady Momo," The machinist replied with a smile to show that he wasn't all that concerned of her laughter, hiding the fact that he did initially took it as a mockery and to a certain extent offense at his failure to pronounce her name correctly. He didn't really know much about Momo save for her name, her Persona and her family [just because he couldn't pronounce it doesn't mean he was void about their social status] but judging from the way her manners seemingly fell apart to reveal a cheeky teenage personality had melted away this initial misconception like ice floating in a body of boiling water. Besides he was used to people taking offense at him, so he wasn't all that offended by it himself.
"Please call me Seto," He replied after a small taste test of the dessert he was given. It wasn't bad, he admit, the taste of the processed banana filling his mouth. His mind briefly went back to the unmanned platter of food nearby that he had gotten for himself, but surely one of those who were in charge of taking away such plates would take care of it soon enough.
"I apologize for not recognizing Lady Momo earlier, it is hard to admit but I do not recollect exactly who was around during my coming-of-age ceremony. As for your kind words, the word 'strong' does not exactly describe myself, for in all honesty Personas who are capable of combatting Shadows would surely have no trouble toying with unprotected buildings such as these without much effort. Like this pudding, yes; to us, only a slight push of cutlery is all it takes to scoop it up." He took another taste of the pudding, letting the sweetness cover his mouth. The amount of attention Momo was aiming at him was starting to get on his nerve, mainly because no one had ever given him such intense interest. This also wasn't part of his plan, but there was still time until he was able to leave. That meant he had little to no excuse to escape this situation. On the other hand he knew that if he was able to get close to someone from such a high social status he could use the connection in the future for his own gain. He would take chances with a girl brimming with curiosity and admiration over the haughty and suspicious adults any day.
"Mmm, I like to refer myself as a Machinist; that is, someone who works with machinery and metal to create something new. Take this, for example..." His hand went under the folds of his pocket, pulling out an old fashioned watch. It was a round silvery object with a clasp. When unclasped, revealed the face and hands of the watch.
"Is just your ordinary antique pocket watch. It runs on gears that tirelessly works behind the face to show you the time. A little modification, however... can make it a perfect place to conceal a corkscrew." He turned the knob which was normally used to readjust the time. In doing so, a sharp metal prong pushed out from the other side of the edge. The prong was actually a piece of multi-twisted metal exactly like those one would often see on a corkscrew used to uncork champagne and wine bottles.
"I have yet to find any use for it, sadly. I do enjoy a good glass of wine but it is not often do I find myself in the position of opening one. Perhaps a concealed blade would fit better... Or perhaps Lady Momo has a suggestion as to what kind of machinery and contraption I should attempt next?"
"As you wish, Lady Momo," The machinist replied with a smile to show that he wasn't all that concerned of her laughter, hiding the fact that he did initially took it as a mockery and to a certain extent offense at his failure to pronounce her name correctly. He didn't really know much about Momo save for her name, her Persona and her family [just because he couldn't pronounce it doesn't mean he was void about their social status] but judging from the way her manners seemingly fell apart to reveal a cheeky teenage personality had melted away this initial misconception like ice floating in a body of boiling water. Besides he was used to people taking offense at him, so he wasn't all that offended by it himself.
"Please call me Seto," He replied after a small taste test of the dessert he was given. It wasn't bad, he admit, the taste of the processed banana filling his mouth. His mind briefly went back to the unmanned platter of food nearby that he had gotten for himself, but surely one of those who were in charge of taking away such plates would take care of it soon enough.
"I apologize for not recognizing Lady Momo earlier, it is hard to admit but I do not recollect exactly who was around during my coming-of-age ceremony. As for your kind words, the word 'strong' does not exactly describe myself, for in all honesty Personas who are capable of combatting Shadows would surely have no trouble toying with unprotected buildings such as these without much effort. Like this pudding, yes; to us, only a slight push of cutlery is all it takes to scoop it up." He took another taste of the pudding, letting the sweetness cover his mouth. The amount of attention Momo was aiming at him was starting to get on his nerve, mainly because no one had ever given him such intense interest. This also wasn't part of his plan, but there was still time until he was able to leave. That meant he had little to no excuse to escape this situation. On the other hand he knew that if he was able to get close to someone from such a high social status he could use the connection in the future for his own gain. He would take chances with a girl brimming with curiosity and admiration over the haughty and suspicious adults any day.
"Mmm, I like to refer myself as a Machinist; that is, someone who works with machinery and metal to create something new. Take this, for example..." His hand went under the folds of his pocket, pulling out an old fashioned watch. It was a round silvery object with a clasp. When unclasped, revealed the face and hands of the watch.
"Is just your ordinary antique pocket watch. It runs on gears that tirelessly works behind the face to show you the time. A little modification, however... can make it a perfect place to conceal a corkscrew." He turned the knob which was normally used to readjust the time. In doing so, a sharp metal prong pushed out from the other side of the edge. The prong was actually a piece of multi-twisted metal exactly like those one would often see on a corkscrew used to uncork champagne and wine bottles.
"I have yet to find any use for it, sadly. I do enjoy a good glass of wine but it is not often do I find myself in the position of opening one. Perhaps a concealed blade would fit better... Or perhaps Lady Momo has a suggestion as to what kind of machinery and contraption I should attempt next?"
So many exclamation marks.
Alright, now that Davis is accepted i'll put up something for celeste to work with, I suppose. At least it'd be more natural for him to be residing in the underground hq than wandering about above ground.
Also this might've been mentioned somewhere and i'm a dumb person but do the rebellion characters sleep and do their daily activities in the rebel hq or in the dorms with the non-rebel test subjects?
Alright, now that Davis is accepted i'll put up something for celeste to work with, I suppose. At least it'd be more natural for him to be residing in the underground hq than wandering about above ground.
Also this might've been mentioned somewhere and i'm a dumb person but do the rebellion characters sleep and do their daily activities in the rebel hq or in the dorms with the non-rebel test subjects?
Uh. Does that mean Seto is stuck in the ceremony for another week? :Va
EDIT: Also going to slow down the posting because it feels like I've been posting a lot.
EDIT: Also going to slow down the posting because it feels like I've been posting a lot.
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