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Location: The Hill of the Mansion




Fuyuhito tried his best to stay calm despite his racking nerves, a feeling he was sure many of the other junior sorcerers were experiencing as well... Or at least most of them. Fuyuhito gently smiled at his upperclassmen's excitement for his passion, but rather than respond to it, he chose to answer Hajime's question addressed towards the group. His voice was quiet and raspy as he put his vote in after Koshikari. He smacked the back of his friend's head, indirectly reminding him this was their senior. "I believe we should enter as one and split off when needed. Who knows what dangers we might face." Nodding in accordance to his idea.

Fuyuhito got somewhat frustrated with the amount of disrespect towards the upperclassmen, enough so his brow twitched unnoticed under his hood, not to mention the sass towards the rookie teacher Gojo, who had only a year ago begun teaching. The frosty archer crossed his arms as he walked aside his peers. It was after Saito's questions to Agito, and his comments about Gojo-Sensei, he felt it necessary to intervene. "Just because his teaching methods are... bizarre, does not mean we should be slandering him behind his back. We are here to save Agito-chans brother. Nothing more." He sighed after his lecture. He managed to keep his cool, but the speech overall could give him "stuck-up prick" vibes.

He appreciated the warm smile from Kakyo, whether he showed it or not. Fuyuhito sighed before responding in part to the first year himself."This your first official mission since training right Kakyo-san and Saito-san? Yes. We will be using our cursed abilities. That, unfortunately, cannot be avoided. I don't exactly have any issue using my cursed energy, but if using your powers concerns you... You won't survive a day on the job. His gaze was cold and emotionless, which was further amplified by the mysterious aura the hooded teen eluded naturally.

Minato had, naturally, ran ahead of the group, taking initiative being one of the seemingly braver individuals in the small group. If he hadn't known him a year prior, he'd stop him in his shoes from charging ahead of the group to showcase his skills. He somewhat had always envied the pride and prowess he exhibited, heck the same could be said for all of the group. Fuyuhito was a coward at heart who fought large groups of enemies from the shadows of his own long ranged abilities, but never faired well against close range battles... Close quarters matches were not suited for him. He would not have the upper hand in this battle.

They were getting closer and had finally caught up with the headstrong Minato, who had stopped himself to regroup with the others. He seemed confident in how this mission was going to go, but the Icey Ranger always had his concerns. He was always very plan oriented and always relied on having multiple plans if one goes wrong. Fuyuhito was the undisputed strategist, or at least that's how he saw himself. His voice was distant and without emotion as he conversed with the infiltration group. "Alright. We know the goal and what to expect, but we need to plan in groups in case we encounter any big bads. Agito, we're gonna need a run down of what we're gonna expect in there, whether that be curses, curse users, and grades accordingly."

He'd scratch his chin from under his hood as he thought about further plans."And if we ARE gonna end up getting split up, we need to figure out who's going with who. I'd rather not have to use my domain if possible, so I'll be a support for this fight. Saito-chan, should the time come, would you want me as a sniper?" The stoic voice of the boy reached out specifically to the first year. He had not seen the young recruits abilities yet, and now would be a better time than never. "I'm a low A-rank, so if things go south, I can take care of the battle. The choice is yours though." After spewing his ideas, he'd turn to the others, arms crossed and stance high.

Fuyuhito's attention turned to the remaining members. "I'd recommend the rest of you pair up similarly, one upperclass should pair with Kakyo-chan, an attacker preferably, so that leaves that argument amongst those left. The rest of you should pair up based off of whether you're an attacker, support, or balanced fighter." He'd then shrug. "Or if you want to experiment, use your other abilities to fill another role like Minato-san can do." He'd snap his fingers, announcing his speech was now over. His gaze was steely and serious as he inspected his class members before his attention turned to Koshikari. He'd grin widely under his hood. "Sorry we can't be partners this mission. You're just too willy for my taste, friend." He'd offer the man he had considered a close friend the year previous a fistbump.

World of Magic ---> Paradox Engine CC






There was very little time to react after Asta had successfully learned how to incompletely perform Demon Union with the demon possessing him: Liebe, who exacted revenge against all other demons. All of Asta's closest companions and squad members had left to attack the spade kingdom and were now waiting for him at a stakeout post they had created. His mentor was just barely been able to teach him, as 15 minutes had passed since the planned invasion. They moved forward without him, carrying out their plan and fighting the corrupted members of royalty.

Present in the Clover Kingdom was a giant demon summoned by the lords of the Spade Kingdom. As the large demon began charging a devastating blast, Asta had appeared from the sidelines after his vigorous training. Using his immense strength, he'd launch himself up ward towards the ball of energy, preparing to counter it, his Demon Destroyer Sword standing at the ready. The ball would transform into a highly concentrated beam of light, which fired in the general direction of the boy, however something had gone wrong. Rather than cancelling the attack altogether, it seems that Asta had been enveloped in the bright light created by it. Why didn't his attack cancel.

Asta received his answer as he mystically appeared into a room full of... whatever type of creation magic the room was full of, with their being screens and information plastered amongst each one. Plummeting directly into a set of computers, Asta had accidently destroyed items which had been standing by, creating a loud clang and clatter of metal hitting the ground. Asta's blade then dropped directly to his side, clattering as loud as the tech Asta knocked over and his Grimoire now laid dormant to his collapsed side rather than how it normally floated at his waist.

There was a groan of recovery as Asta managed to pull himself off of the ground, dazed for a moment as his Grimoire began levitating back at his side. The boy blinked a few times as he looked at his surroundings for a moment, not fully taking them in. It was on his second sweep he blinked rapidly at the new location he found himself in. "Woah!" He said somewhat in shock and awe. "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS PLACE?!" And there went his hyperactive personality. No longer facing the conflict of an otherworldly entity and being pulled out of reality, Asta was now curious with his new surroundings. "I didn't die... Did I?..." He scratched his chin for a moment, genuinely thinking he was alone.

How wrong he was. As he came more to his senses, he discovered there were five others in the room each with their own unique and differing appearances."AND WHO THE HECK ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" He shouted boisterously at the group as he waved his finger at them. None of them seemed to be aggressive, in fact, all of them seem to be on terms with one another. Maybe these people were allies? But then why did they look so... weird? Many of them wore clothing that appeared absurd to the young boy, with an exception to the old wizard who actually reminded Asta of the man who conducted to Grimoire Assignment Ceremony.

It was in the time frame while Asta was examining the room that there was a boy with a creature next to him. Asta gasped as he pointed at the tiny dinosaur-like creature. "Guys, look out there's a monster in here!" The creature looked awfully small to create any devastating harm, which left Asta to scratch the back of his head stupidly. "Nah, nevermind. Guy seems friendly enough."




Whew! About a half an hour later and I have managed to read page one of the IC! Gonna run a quick errand than I return to my reading adventure. Hopefully I can throw Asta into the mix by the end of the night!


@Mintz

How does my sheet look?


Damn, I was excited to see Ash accepted
Yeah, but Asta's kinda... He's kinda a beefcake. I also tried my best to make it as clear as possible that his anti-magic does not mean complete nullification. It didn't in the manga, so it won't here. More as a repellant if anything
And here it is!



Gonna read through the IC once my day gets a little less hectic.
@Mintz Slapping my interest down here before I get to binge reading IC. How familiar are you with the Shonen series Black Clover? I'd like to throw Asta into the mix, but I know that meta abilities are somewhat frowned upon, but seeing characters like Bruno and Danny Phantom work gave me some hope. I can give a brief, spoiler-free summary of Asta's abilities if needed for him!

Edit: Gonna write up a CS quickly because I've been on a writing kick recently. Can make changes if needed.

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Sandswept Sky - Gunner Train







There was a bustle of commotion as all of the passengers on the train pushed and moved around to fill spots on the weaponized vehicle. It was never in a prominent swordsman's nature to get easily overwhelmed by crowdedness and areas full of what seemed to be mercenaries, skilled fighters, creatures, and machines alike. There were many faces he recognized amongst the crew and some Raiden had not seen initially. There was to be many greetings with his new "associates" arranged after they had taken care of the large sand serpent. Originally, he had not noticed the mounted turrets and canisters of explosives that were abundant on the fleet when the crew first arrived in Tostarena town, but the crazed commune of the adventurers made the weaponry much more observable.

After the cars began moving, a few of the crews members had acknowledged the late existence of the cyborg. No formalities had been established, as Raiden inserted himself into the fight without a shred of thought. His joining of the fight was pure instinct. He carefully observed the notable individuals who spoke to him, most notably a white haired man clad in purple and the previously mentioned cyborg who shared an uncanny (at first glance) appearance to the once alive Desperado member: Sundowner. Raiden made his rounds about the train looking for work after this encounter.

Before he could partake in any work, an interesting scene caught his eye. When the large, bee-like queen roped in the smaller crew member from his floating expedition, all Raiden could do was stare in shock. He sure had seen his share of interesting characters and heard many odd tales of others, but surely this was a sight to the man. When they arrived on the platform, what had caught Raiden's eye was the fact that this was no short man, but was rather in fact a child. Many concerns were had, yet all he could say to the young psychic was "This is a dangerous situation you've caught yourself in. Be careful." Before returning to his self-delegated duties.

A small group of five fighters would man the smaller guns located on the locomotive, which left Raiden somewhat relieved. Snake had been the one to introduce him to the way of the blade and he became so skilled in the art that most of his early training with firearms had now become rarely utilized by the mercenary, whether that translated to giant mounted train-guns or not. One of the small, fluffy creatures had mentioned that he and others could bring up shells and explosives to charge and fire at the creature, and the golden and black imp had proclaimed she could take this task, however she shouted for assistance amongst the group as swarms of flying creatures began targetting her. Raiden took up the task, seeing as though he was marooned in terms of tasks. "I'll handle this."

His sword was quickly pulled off his back and balanced between his hands. As the arthropods continued dive bombing the princess and her temporary cyborg escort, he retaliated by slashing back at the flying monsters, trying his best to hit them out of the sky. As he focused his blade, he performed multiple lethal strikes to the insectoids, splattering the alien blood on his face and cybernetic armor. Raiden moved to follow the lady he promised to escort down to the ammo room, consistently slashing away at the airborne pests, batting them away, maiming them, or killing them entirely until they had arrived at the depot.

She made short work of collecting the shells and bombs into... well, wherever she put them. Raiden didn't really understand how she did it, and proceeded to rub the grime off of his blade onto his metallic plating, making the sharp edge shine once again. He nodded back to the working imp who no longer seemed concerned about protection, nor was the cyborg himself. If there were to continue being flying nuisances, they now would be centered on other fighters rather than the two in the ammo storage. Seeing as though it be best if Raiden helped load stuff too, he'd grab two of the heavier shells for each arm. What weighed near a ton for others was mere weigh-lifting practice for the cyborg as he hauled the shells, ready to follow the imp once more, but as he prepared himself, she had already brought dog-like creatures to her aid and raced off. He shook his head in confusion "I'm never gonna understand this magic shit..."

Now following at a slightly slower pace, Raiden made head to the location Midna had dropped the artillery off at. She had managed to transport an impressive sum of six shells for the aid of the company, while Raiden only managed two. If he were to be a part of their crew, he'd have to make use of his specialized skills. He still could be useful, even if many of his abilities and original skillset had been stripped away from him. As he wiped the blood off his cheek, he was able to acquire a new purpose, should his previous companion not need his assistance anymore. Keeping his blade at the ready, he stood at the side of the train, fending off any close-range attacking Akrids, their bloodlust keeping them at charge with the train.

Many of the members aboard the train may need his assistance within the fight, so he kept himself relatively open until new discoveries and attacks were made. There wasn't a whole lot Raiden could do besides fend off the creatures who constantly attacked the vehicle and assist those who were unable to participate in combat, either because they were helping with cannons or standing idle for the time being. He was particularly worried about some of the members not being suited for battle, but then again, they all had collectively brought the large serpent down the mountain. Maybe Raiden could be surprised by his own expectations.

He was especially worried about the kid who had recently arrived and small fluffball and robotic girl who piloted the cannons on the ship. Raiden didn't ever think he'd see something closely resembling an animal controlling a gun big enough to punch a whole through a dam.





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Sandswept Sky









Now in alert from Raiden's battle cry, the large mechanical beast began swerving in circles in an attempt to throw the cyborg off of his head. Stumbling atop the large orbed creature, Raiden quickly attempted to regain his footing as he swiftly found himself slipping off the metallic head of the large creature. Before he completely fell off, he grabbed onto one of the legs of the front segment. It knew his location now and had to devise a plan to knock Raiden off before he could climb back to the top. It's eye made contact with the nearby fortress and quickly began diving towards it.

As it got closer, it extended it's legs out towards the cragged surface of the old fortress and began running Raiden along the side of the building creating sparks and ungodly sounds from the man's cybernetic body. He grunted in pain as he held on to the creature, persistent to being on the top in order to damage it more. As it ran along the course of the building, it's red eye scanned the desert sands, looking to see if Raiden had yet fallen off, but never found such results. Even throughout the pain, Raiden held on to the machine tightly as it continued to trash him. As they reached the end of the fortress, the creature let up, now out of track to damage the cyborg against. With this moment he had gained, Raiden threw himself back on the top of the goliath as he suddenly began rapidly piercing the top of the creatures head.

With a frenzied cry, the eye of the first segment began to slowly fade to grey, signaling the near defeat of the front most portion. Unknowing of this information, Raiden continued his stabbing after hearing the pained cry of the creature. As if it were falling off, the cyborg quickly removed his blade from the mechanical head of the monster and successfully pulled off a backwards roll onto the next portion of the creature. From his perspective, the segment he had destroyed plummeted slowly to the Earth. It seemed as though this monster was a linking hybrid of slightly smaller, self acting machines rather than a single acting force, as defeating the head only prompted another to take the helm. If that were the case, he needed to defeat each and every one of the orbs.

Two defeated, seven to go.

Clenching his blade after making this realization, Raiden now knew his task. The large mechanical menace continued to snake through the sky as it continued to throw the cyborg off, but now that Raiden was able to predict it's movements he could easily hold onto the top of the creature without being whipped across the desert. It now was performing multiple series of barrel rolls, now desperate to get Raiden off of it. Raiden grinned slightly, now seizing this moment to do more collateral damage. In a desperate attempt to get the cyborg off its back, it resorted to rapidly scraping the top of it's head against the rocks once again. Noticing this pattern, Raiden quickly moved out of the way, and now clung to its side. This way, it would only be hurting itself now. The top of it came out scratched and battered in it's desperate attempt to remove Raiden, and after that, he struck again.

Performing a clean slice through the middle of the mechanism, Raiden was able to divide yet another segment of the creature into two. "Bullseye!" He shouted. With a cry, the destroyed part of the creature sparkled before detaching from the rest of the colony. Same verse same as the first, the segment connected after it lit up with life as it roared into control. The severed portion began throttling to the ground and landed with a clang. Now lost 3 parts of nine, the creature linked into a ring formation, attempting a new strategy. The large being began to slowly spin, picking up speed with each second, understanding Raiden being atop it posed a huge threat to it's survival.

Now spinning faster, Raiden began to slip from the top of the robot. Before he could fall off, he'd wedge his sword in between two of the spinning orbs of the machine, and produce a shock of electricity as he lost his grip from the top. A bloodcurdling whine came from between the orbs as they unlatched from the main body, now falling in six detached orbs. Not exactly the best situation for Raiden, as it gave the machine more attacking freedom, but regardless, stopped the continuous spinning and grinding against rock. He held onto the top of the orb he almost fell from earlier as it collapsed to the ground. As it reached the sand, it rocked Raiden with a big thud as it essentially punched him in his robotic gut. "Arghh!!!" He exclaimed at the force.

Not getting a moment to recover, the other segments began targeting him with their lasers and energy bubble attacks. While they were slow, it'd be difficult for Raiden to dodge and attack the remaining segment after being busted up by the fall. Regardless, he sucked up his pain as he rolled and trudged off the top of the front orb and nearly grazed the edge of the plethora of attacks. Approaching an orb, he performed a swift chop of the creature, wasting no time in attempting to finish it. Now that he had four down, he now had defeated practically half of the monster. It cried again, but did not ascend, rather it became more frantic with it's attacks, spitting out it's powers as frequently as it possibly could. This gave him a chance to target another segment of the creature.

Sprinting using his electrical conduction, he'd speed up his pace and run to the next orb. It wasn't quite as fast as the Ninja Run he had gained from his augment... but it sufficed for reaching another orb quickly. His blade quickly balanced to cut through the fifth attacking orb before it could muster up a final attack. He was gaining a hand over the creature. He smiled as he spoke to the broken fragment, "You haven't even told me your name. I'll call you MG-C, because you look like a caterpillar." He knew the robot did not understand, but thought the remark was charming none-the-less.

With five segments decimated and four remaining, the machine took to the sky again and were able to ascend without Raiden climbing atop. While there was still half of the problem to take care of, Raiden knew the patterns MG-C exhibited from his observations of it attacking. It rose an instantly began snaking dropping orbs and firing laser simultaneously now. The attacks were quicker paced, but were less in quantity. Raiden could finish this, all he had to do was get the robot down again. He didn't think his tricks from last time would work a second time, the robot had become wiser than that, so how...

Well, it had been a while since he had resorted to his marksmanship, but in this case, Raiden's pistol may have been the only answer. Dropping the blade into it's sheath, Raiden equipped his SOCOM into his hand and began simply firing shots. Having to roll out of the way from oncoming balls of energy, his accuracy shook as he aimed once again for the eye of MG-C. The shots landed, but did not have as much impact as the blade-throw Raiden executed earlier, but he knew throwing his blade would only result in vaporized metal this time. The creature became angered in Raiden's attempts to bring it down again, now preparing to make a dive to the man.

While it was never initially in his plan, this came as a moment of opportunity for Raiden. As the mechanical being charged it's body towards the cyborg, he drew his blade to balance it back into his hand. He had pissed it off enough to prompt an unorthodox attack. As the two came nearly face to face, Raiden performed a series of cuts onto the face of MG-C, turning many of the leading portion into scraps of what it used to be. Surprised he still had the skills he showcased after the events of World Marshal, he wondered if he had sat dormant for no purpose for those many weeks.

Raiden was pulled back into reality as the machine angrily collided directly into Raiden. He had destroyed six of the nine segments. He stood up to quickly get back into action, performing a clean vertical strike back through the middle of yet another segment. Able to bounce back, he successfully destroyed an eighth part in the same attack. He was getting better, faster. After becoming more accustomed to his blade after so long once again, he watched as the last and final piece of MG-C rose back to the sky. It seemed as though losing all other of it's segments was unprecedented. It began rapidly moving across the sky as it fired at Raiden rapidly. Smiling, he threw another EMP and his blade at the same time. It didn't have any time to choose, but nor could it attack both at once.

This was it. Raiden had beat the beast.

MG-C would fire a laser at the EMP, afraid more of it than the blade, which quickly got caught in the socket of the eye once again. There was nothing it could do. The metal beast fell to the earth for a final time, as Raiden slowly walked up to it to remove the blade from it. He sighed as he spoke to the creature, despite it not able to understand him, "You put up a good fight. Hopefully somewhere in that metallic skull you understand that I won because justice prevails." He'd quickly execute another cut through the middle of the final segment of the machine. He had won and managed to protect future travelers. Nodding, he'd begin walking back towards the buggy he had left idle.

Climbing atop the vehicle, he looked back at the metallic carnage that had sprawled across the sands of the ruined fortress. He'd quickly fire up the buggy as he gave a final remark."I'm sure somebody will clean this up later." His visor stayed closed as he began traversing the terrain once again, leaving the wreckage he and MG-C had created.




During the middle of Raiden's journey back to the little town he had resided in temporarily, something was seen in his line of sight. From the hills of the mountain, a large... creature had slowly began tumbling and falling down the length of the mountain. He wasn't certain, but he thought he saw sparkling and attempts of shoving the beast out of the way of the town. There was more trouble. Despite his injuries and the conflict he had faced fighting MG-C, he needed to make himself useful in the next fight that had presented himself. He sped the buggy up to the max speed he could maintain, as he sped towards the next scene. "Shit." He exclaimed.

He had an idea of who he would meet at the town now, as connecting the dots between the falling creature and the individuals who hiked up the mountain was not that hard. Surely it had to be them, otherwise such a big threat wouldn't be at the base of the mountain.

...

It took a few minutes for Raiden to arrive at the buggy rental station, where he quickly hopped off the vehicle after shoddily parking it. There was no time for detours or errors. He needed to locate the group who were attacking the snake-like creature. He made it to the center of town using his lightning sprint in an attempt to find where they were going... After scouting for a few moments, he saw many prominent figures he had seen previously scrambling back towards the train that had delivered them hear in the first place? Were they planning on fleeing? Or rather, had the beast truly been defeated? No... There was haste in their step, worry in their demeanor. They fled to the train as a means of attack or defense, and Raiden had decided then and there he would include himself in their ordeal whether they wanted him to or not.

His pace was just as hurried as theirs was now, attempting to catch up before any of the group left him behind from their ordeal. He was a few minutes behind their preparation as they began piling on the train. As if he were a part of the group, he followed, hopping on the train as well, ignoring the fact he was not with them prior. There was very little time for introductions as an imminent threat made itself present. He would not allow for many questions. "I'm here to help with the battle, anything you guys need, I will try to provide." He put his hand up in an introductory way. "I'm sorry for not meeting with you guys earlier." There was sincerity in his voice as he met the group. Was he prepared for this conflict he had thrown himself into? Probably not, but he was going to try his damn best to battle with this interesting cast of fighters.




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