Location: 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture Mentions: N/A
Jun watched with some degree of amazement at the casual just…what? Dirtblood? Whoever would just drop that, with little to no regard to just who they were talking to in an official manner no less, was clearly not fit for the role as student advisor. She didn’t consider it to be proper behavior, no matter what the school administration said Rin was or wasn’t qualified to do or be. They could be wrong, human as they were, or they could be blind to exactly how a person acts when they get a taste of power. Rin hadn’t had many instances of her leading others, Jun guessed, hadn’t demonstrated tendencies before. For that matter, this most definitely was one of the first times she was in a position of power judging by how nervous the girl had acted before. Swinging between nervous indecision when others acted out of line and harsh, overt cruelties when others threatened her…that wasn’t the makings of a teacher, surely, nor a student advisor.
Then the professor entered the room and things were worse. He used the phrase, too, as Jun gave a harsh stare to the man. What. She couldn’t quite grasp the whole of the issue, the whole fact that not only did Rin feel so carefree as to use a term like that, but that the appointed professor was too. What sort of ‘heroes’ did Eirei even produce? What sort of people did it make and hire that it felt comfortable in hiring such a person with such a personality? It called into question much as the man introduced himself, raged a bit at Mia…calling the entirety of the class Dirtbloods, Nullbloods, Truebloods before assigning the class detention…for a month. Of course, then the professor gave a list of those exempted.
Mawatari. Mamushi. Himura. Yuzuki.
She stared still, swallowing while considering the whole of the issue at hand. She’d been given a reprieve, sure, but it was a reprieve shared with the individual who had caused much of the whole event, Himura. That wasn’t quite comfortable with Jun, that Rin would be there, though in all honesty Hebi and Akira were deserving of the out. They hadn’t done anything exactly wrong, not as far as Jun could recall. Jun coughed, though, summoning up her courage to speak up with a long breath.
Color me interested. Halfway contemplating a cousin of Talos, built by the three brother Cyclopes in a bid to see if they could out-do the god himself. During the civil war, that automaton would distinguish himself well enough, either through slaying one of the minor gods or besting them, that he would be given some degree of status - though I'm unsure what.
Location: 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture Mentions: N/A
A lot happened.
Jun, for her part, had turned back away from Yusuke after she had initiated her quirk, after she had ensured he’d shut up. Sure, some of the other members of the class hadn’t caught on to it, and some of them were far more angry at the idiot than others, but some of those still had some measure of what a hero was supposed to do. Some complained at him, one even threw a book…though that was caught before Jun had really entirely focused in against it, and others talked against one-another. Kaiga and Rin butted heads briefly about respect in the classroom. It was all very, very tiresome to Jun, who was slowly gaining a headache from all the talk and complaint and anger in the room.
Of course, then things got very, very angry. She felt her distance…break, suddenly, as weird as that feeling could be said. It was like another had taken a taut wire and cut it, the tension releasing at both ends, something Jun had never quite experienced save once, long enough ago that she struggled to recall the feeling. Whipping around, the sight Jun was greeted with wasn't an entirely good one. Yusuke had changed, shifted, altered to something else. His hair was flaming and hissing, his eyes full of intent, and Jun’s immediate reaction was to increase that distance, to increase that distance between her and the chimera before her as a snap decision. Yusuke said something, though Jun didn’t quite catch it as she stood out from her chair.
Then he was shot.
The room filled with the noise of gunshots, Yusuke went down like a sack, Kaiga screamed while staring at his pad, and one student exploded into petals. Mia. Jun stared with wide enough eyes at the whole of the scenario, even as Rin fired the gun into the ceiling for good measure. Who in the heck had given her a gun? The question seemed to be in a few minds as Hebi voiced some…cutting concerns about the issue and Mia hissed out her annoyance at the clearly irresponsible handling of something that could very likely kill someone if used improperly. As quick as a flash, though, Mia had already started to look over the injuries of the idiot, look over the welts and dribbles of blood. She gave instructions to Kaiga, who’d volunteered for bringing Yusuke down to the nurse, before turning full fury against the supposed teacher.
Jun stared, not wanting to interrupt the good, honest moment…and the good, honest threat. Then another student entered the room…Yui, one of the students that had also not gone through the Sports Festival. He said something about missing the fun. Jun snorted, shaking her head.
“Not really, no. I wouldn’t call it fun.”
A turn of the head at Rin and Mia, the girl looking at the junior professor for her response with a taut enough look. Jun really did want to hear the reasoning, the excuse, the…something from Rin, the anything from her.
“I already told you, I was looking for information on Celebi. Like I know, that woman talked in way too many riddles.”
“Hey-you stop that…tch, whatever. I’m heading home. Come with or not, I don’t care any more I’m done hanging around here…Especially if that…Heracross is still around.”
Isla paused, looking back at the priestess with a frown on her face. She’d gone to the grove specifically to see parts of it, not to just…arrive, talk to a random woman whose actual purposes for such weren’t entirely clear, and leave because Pokémon nearby were more or less annoyed by the existence of people. What had caused it? Would just…running back to the temple at Pines End really solve it? Something had happened, the young girl was pretty sure about that, and just…walking between points surely wouldn’t turn it back.
“What? Well, we should…look around here, shouldn’t we? Isn’t that why we came here?” She turned back to look over the grove, nodding slowly to herself while continuing on speaking. Walking over to get a closer look, Isla’s tone was a forced sort of steady, especially with how the encounter with that Heracross had gone. Sure, they had fended it off, but they hadn’t beaten it per-say. Yasu’s mention of it had set her back on edge just a bit. “I mean, I thought we went here to look at this shrine, see if there was anything around.”
Swiper, for his part, had bounded forward about where the woman, where Leah had been standing just before. Pausing just a moment and looking back, he began to look about the area as though to see if the woman had dropped something, anything, a frantic sort of energy to the whole issue. Dancing, though, kept to the fringe before walking up to the cut pillar, smelling about it before whining lightly. There was annoyance to be found in the fact that there weren’t any berries about the grove, despite it being named so, weren’t any berries about the clearing, and he trotted out and away from the fallen pillar towards Isla.
“Maybe it’s the grove itself. That it’s knocked over and broken and…burned?” The young girl leaned a bit as she closed the distance with the shrine. What did the burns mean? Why were they there? Who did them? Isla didn’t recall any sorts of Pokémon that burned markings into their territory as a marking, or even burned markings into other locations. Was it done by a person? Would that sort of defacement cause Celebi to…well, she didn’t quite know. Leave? Withdraw a blessing? Stop talking? Surely something as mythical as Celebi would understand forgiveness or…well, again, Isla didn’t quite know. Wouldn’t it, though? That all still assumed that burned markings, a destroyed grove, would be the actual cause for the problems?
“What did it look like last time?” She called back to Yasu, thinking the priestess had been there before. Surely she’d visited before, she knew where it was and everything. Maybe it looked the same then, but the problem hadn’t yet come up. Isla really wasn’t sure. Of course, then Dancing had finally intercepted her, thudding with some force against Isla’s leg before looking out and about for the girl to start walking in a semi-dance. Pausing, in part to look at the shrine again, in part to fish out a bag of semi-sweet strawberry bits, Isla opened it to drop one to the Eevee. Catching it in his mouth before it fell to the ground, Dancing took a step back, looking up at his trainer expectantly.
Isla popped one in her mouth, hemming and hawing. “Camila, did the professor ever…mention this site or anything?”
Location: 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture Mentions: N/A
Another long sigh, as Jun listened to a few other members of the class going on this way and that. Hebi was easily enough the spitfire, annoyed by the festival and how that all went most likely, openly questioning exactly how things would go with a Second Year while Kaiga defended the girl. He had more faith in the decisions of the staff than others, that was for sure, though Jun kept her eyes closed throughout the exchange. She really, really didn’t want to jump in, especially when things were entirely uncertain thus far.
Of course, that was when another jumped in. Yusuke. A click clack on the mouse and he was throwing insults left, right, and center, talking about how the others didn't know, calling others mongrels. She didn't see whatever he'd brought up on that page. She didn't need to. Jun slowly brought her chair back to its normal position, setting the icepack down again. Hebi said something halfway resembling a praise, halfway to an insult, and entirely scathing…something Jun might disapprove of under normal circumstances. Yet, of course, things weren’t entirely normal. She twisted about in her chair, fixing him with a glare.
A click of her quirk. Two points - the upper and lower lip. A three foot distance would do for her purposes. That was really all it took.
Location: 1B Homeroom, Eirei Academy, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture Mentions: N/A
Jun Mawatari was, as could be expected from someone who had just moved heaven and earth to push through the Sports Festival, as tired as could be. It wasn’t just the constant use of her quirk, but also all the absolute running and movement, just…the normal physical part of it all. An icepack rested on her forehead, the third one she had gotten alongside the normal care offered by Eirei’s staff, as she leaned back in her chair to enjoy the whole of it with her school jacket unbuttoned down two or so. Her mind ran through the events, how they went, the feelings there, but also…
She couldn’t help but not think about the reaction afterwards, though. Did they just…want Jun to sit things out throughout the whole event? To just not do what she could do? Sure, the first event was as hard as could be, dodging through the obstacle course as they’d did…her quirk didn’t increase reaction time, after all…and the second had been a practical cakewalk as the girl had snagged nearly everyone’s headbands off before most had gotten up to any sort of speed, but the final battle had been as hard as could be. There were a lot of people focused on removing her, focused on taking her out from that ring, though admittedly Jun had taken out the worst fighters through something perhaps less than respectful. Just…change that distance to outside of the ring from the opponent, push them out, and that was that…over before it really could begin…but she’d tried to keep things better for the other students she actually respected. It’d been hard, but all told it had been a sweep for the girl. Did they just…not want her there at all? And what, not know what sorts of other things they could face out and about?
Jun didn’t know. She absorbed the ice cold feeling from the pack, let it run about as lines of water ran down the sides of her face. It seemed like there was nothing else, just heavy breathing here and there from some of the other classmates. They’d pushed themselves too, make no mistake about that, though some had it harder than others. Jun almost felt sorry for Hebi, specific as her quirk was. A cough rang out into the classroom, filling that empty space, and Jun opened her eyes, sat forward while still holding the icepack to her forehead. The girl before them scant could be older than some of the eldest in 1B, though the tone held was a bit more nervous than otherwise.
"Himura Rin of 2A, I'll be your Professor for an indefinite period ara. As we know we're all reshuffled for every second term of the school year based on grades and Sportsfest, pretty much overall activeness, that's all for now, internships will be starting tomorrow but today, I'll let all of your battered mind and body, slack."
A Second Year as professor? Jun’s heart dropped at the prospect. Surely that wouldn’t do well for the more impulsive people in the class, not to mention their actual education might struggle here or there simply because Rin seemed so…just…young. Sure, she was ahead of them, but compared to an actual professor, someone who had been around to the real world, fought real villains, been a real Pro Hero…someone who had struggled and grown, would Rin even have a portion of the knowledge they might? Could she? Jun wasn’t sure, really wasn’t sure, though the idea that they wouldn’t quite be pushing so hard for the rest of the day was just the slightest relief. She breathed out, looked over the digital board.
It really wasn't all that much, between assigning dorms and internships, but still Jun didn’t really want to think about all of it. Did she really want to try and think about that living arrangement when the rest of the class was panting away beside her? Did she really want to think about the great future, about the internships that likely would all be flowing out into her inbox by any Hero Agency wanting someone who just absolutely pushed on through the festival? The answer to both of those was a strong no, not in the moment. Jun sighed at those thoughts, all of them.
"To conclude, Endeavor and the staff only broadcasted the Sports Fest to the Hero Commission, you're all gonna get a copy but please keep it a secret, I'll be firedropping these on your Hawkpads"
Well, that's optimistic. Setting down the icepack on the desk, which proved to be the next brick in her slowly growing pyramid, Jun slid on her goggles, opened up her little screen, and watched as…yeah, there was the footage alongside something else. It was brief, but then again it was also cut off. Endeavor Agency. Why was Jun not surprised by that sort of thing. Sliding her goggles off and replacing them with that same icepack, the girl sighed.
Born in Maebashi, the most inland major city in Japan, Jun's early life would be characterized by an unusual abundance of the outdoors. Her father, while he worked at the most venerable Sagamiya Foods company, would often take her on to mountain hikes, as close to camping as one could get on a blue collar schedule, while Jun never actually met her mother. A Pro Hero who had briefly lived in Maebashi, she had quickly moved north to Hokkaido after Jun was born. Though she'd never pressed it, from what stories the young girl could gather it was easy enough to see that the two had held very different ideas of what parenthood or a relationship really meant. Her time at school would be fairly normal, teachers forever saying that Jun was a late bloomer as those kids who'd found themselves earlier seemed to always become bullies. In time, however, she found that she had taken after her mother far more than originally thought, a quirk developing slowly over the years. Jun found herself getting far ahead of her father here and there on the mountain hikes, especially when trying to get up to a specific peak. It was a glorious moment.
Jun's father told her that she wasn't allowed to use that quirk at school, not allowed to get the leg-up on the other kids. He explained that some others, even if they had quirks, might not have ones that would help them compared to her, that it wasn't fair to quirkless, that it wasn't good to show off for something Jun hadn't worked for. She trained it instead after classes, after school, taking some little pleasure in always envisioning that final scenario, that moment when a bully stepped too far or a person needed to be saved or something, anything. Of course, in a relatively isolated town, that never happened and the moment just never seemed to be there. Jun would finally be given a chance to make some form of a demonstration at final tests, before finally going off to a big school; her scores were enough to place the attention of a few lesser-known schools right on her. As such, an offer was given to be one of those Recommended Students to Eirei, something she more than eagerly accepted.
The young girl has proven to be a self-assured, all things said, confident in her own abilities while rejecting the majority of media focused on Pro Heroes here or there. To her, there is perfection in the self, in one’s own abilities and how they operate, and she thinks the majority of Pro Heroes have plateaued wherever they are, to have stopped trying to improve. Jun does not believe in bragging or informing others about a quirk, carrying on her dad’s opinions that history or actions should be taken pride in, not random chance. When under stress, the young girl prefers to engage with whatever target rapidly as can be, removing them before they have a chance to entirely realize the extent of her quirk and what it can do.
ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Yoga, Gardening, Cooking
ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Costume
Built around the standard Eirei student’s uniform, a black gakuran, bontan pants, and a red-white tenugui for use as a mask, Jun’s costume integrates two notable primary components. The first of these is a large radiator built into the back, measuring around a foot by a foot. Coolant is pumped along tubing located under the jacket, sewn into a “pocket” along the length of the sleeves and around to the midriff, where it then runs along heat-absorbent pads. The second component are several steel rings around her forearms and lower legs which, while being light enough that she can continue to move at frightening speeds, still serves as a continuous weight training program and, when swing about, blunt force weapons.
Two Hands
Jun’s two kusarigama, these are generally her preferred way of dealing with an opponent with key modifications instead of the traditional style. The blades on each sickle notably are blunt, instead being heavy triangles which terminate at a dull point. Within the handles are multiple piezoelectric crystals and materials which sap latent heat from Jun, something that is increased as she utilizes her quirk more without the aid of her radiator, and the electrical potential is stored in the handles themselves. When triggered, the electric charge is sent from the handle, across the chain, and to the fundo weight itself, discharging onto the nearest object. The weight, besides being modified to allow for this discharge, is notably heavier than would otherwise be expected.
Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Distance Snap - Transporter [Awakened]
Jun is able to, as a snap decision, alter the distance between two known points or objects within her line of sight. The degree of the alteration, whether this is increasing a distance or decreasing it, determines the degree of heat or cold whichever of the two points moves to the other. As such, she has an upper limit as to how much Jun can alter a distance, expressed as a multiple of the original distance, which is generally increased by the use of her costume with the inbuilt radiator system. When the altered distance is traveled, to all observers it appears to be instantaneous.
Born in Maebashi, the most inland major city in Japan, Jun's early life would be characterized by an unusual abundance of the outdoors. Her father, while he worked at the most venerable Sagamiya Foods company, would often take her on to mountain hikes, as close to camping as one could get on a blue collar schedule, while Jun never actually met her mother. A Pro Hero who had briefly lived in Maebashi, she had quickly moved north to Hokkaido after Jun was born. Though she'd never pressed it, from what stories the young girl could gather it was easy enough to see that the two had held very different ideas of what parenthood or a relationship really meant. Her time at school would be fairly normal, teachers forever saying that Jun was a late bloomer as those kids who'd found themselves earlier seemed to always become bullies. In time, however, she found that she had taken after her mother far more than originally thought, a quirk developing slowly over the years. Jun found herself getting far ahead of her father here and there on the mountain hikes, especially when trying to get up to a specific peak. It was a glorious moment.
Jun's father told her that she wasn't allowed to use that quirk at school, not allowed to get the leg-up on the other kids. He explained that some others, even if they had quirks, might not have ones that would help them compared to her, that it wasn't fair to quirkless, that it wasn't good to show off for something Jun hadn't worked for. She trained it instead after classes, after school, taking some little pleasure in always envisioning that final scenario, that moment when a bully stepped too far or a person needed to be saved or something, anything. Of course, in a relatively isolated town, that never happened and the moment just never seemed to be there. Jun would finally be given a chance to make some form of a demonstration at final tests, before finally going off to a big school; her scores were enough to place the attention of a few lesser-known schools right on her. As such, an offer was given to be one of those Recommended Students to Eirei, something she more than eagerly accepted.
The young girl has proven to be a self-assured, all things said, confident in her own abilities while rejecting the majority of media focused on Pro Heroes here or there. To her, there is perfection in the self, in one’s own abilities and how they operate, and she thinks the majority of Pro Heroes have plateaued wherever they are, to have stopped trying to improve. Jun does not believe in bragging or informing others about a quirk, carrying on her dad’s opinions that history or actions should be taken pride in, not random chance. When under stress, the young girl prefers to engage with whatever target rapidly as can be, removing them before they have a chance to entirely realize the extent of her quirk and what it can do.
ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Yoga, Gardening, Cooking
ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Costume
Built around the standard Eirei student’s uniform, a black gakuran, bontan pants, and a red-white tenugui for use as a mask, Jun’s costume integrates two notable primary components. The first of these is a large radiator built into the back, measuring around a foot by a foot. Coolant is pumped along tubing located under the jacket, sewn into a “pocket” along the length of the sleeves and around to the midriff, where it then runs along heat-absorbent pads. The second component are several steel rings around her forearms and lower legs which, while being light enough that she can continue to move at frightening speeds, still serves as a continuous weight training program and, when swing about, blunt force weapons.
Two Hands
Jun’s two kusarigama, these are generally her preferred way of dealing with an opponent with key modifications instead of the traditional style. The blades on each sickle notably are blunt, instead being heavy triangles which terminate at a dull point. Within the handles are multiple piezoelectric crystals and materials which sap latent heat from Jun, something that is increased as she utilizes her quirk more without the aid of her radiator, and the electrical potential is stored in the handles themselves. When triggered, the electric charge is sent from the handle, across the chain, and to the fundo weight itself, discharging onto the nearest object. The weight, besides being modified to allow for this discharge, is notably heavier than would otherwise be expected.
Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Distance Snap - Transporter [Awakened]
Jun is able to, as a snap decision, alter the distance between two known points or objects within her line of sight. The degree of the alteration, whether this is increasing a distance or decreasing it, determines the degree of heat or cold whichever of the two points moves to the other. As such, she has an upper limit as to how much Jun can alter a distance, expressed as a multiple of the original distance, which is generally increased by the use of her costume with the inbuilt radiator system. When the altered distance is traveled, to all observers it appears to be instantaneous.
“No.” The woman would retort with a small smile. “I have one last Cryptic little thing to tell you, Miss Yasu. What you have lost, has returned to the start.” Leah would clap her hands. “Now, a gift to commemorate our first meeting. You are all trainers, yes?”
Taking the card, Isla turned it over a few times in her hand, looking over the thing as the woman talked. It seemed to be a genuinely normal card, all things considered, gold laminated with a little…she didn’t know what the specific Pokémon was, but a sleeping Pokémon on it. She talked about an old friend or something along that line, a friend that had drifted off and away. Waiting on a friend and never receiving guests…something was up with the woman, had to be, yet Isla couldn’t quite figure out what.
She pocketed the card, mumbling a ‘thank you’ amid all the back-and-forth between the woman and Yasu. The latter seemed full of some amount of…annoyance and disdain, the tension enough to cut the air, and Isla didn’t really feel like interrupting that sort of thing with some form of positivity or…something. It just felt wrong, she couldn’t formulate the real reason why. Nevertheless, as they watched Leah walk off, Camila spoke.
"Well, that's nice. You got a VIP card to that hotel then."
"Right now that that lady is gone, what were you looking for here, exactly? Anything we can help find? The place looks rather destroyed."
If I ever want to stop there. “Yeah uh…yeah. What did she mean, anyways, that…what was lost returned to the beginning? Seemed to have a hint of things.”
Standing at 5’6” with a slender build, Lou wears his black hair relatively long and loose. A nose dominates his otherwise sparse face while facial hair proves an impossibility for the man, cut away as it were by the frown lines which now marr it. His eyes, a deep enough brown to be mistaken for black, are often closed in thought. A number of scars are notable about his body, primarily cuts, to which he has not put the effort into in order to remove by less natural means. Lou does have a good, light step compared to a great many others, though by any measurement he does take the effort to cast prior to anything requiring such a light step.
Awakened
Y
Archetype
Mage (Hermetic / Theurgist)
Cybernetic or Bioware
---Basic---Cultured
UNK Standard-Grade Sleep Regulator
Personality
Intense, introspective, and motivated with few equals, Lou is fervently dedicated towards his own goals; he believes that God has called upon him to help mankind, that he must find the lost, heal the sick, and likely arrange many meetings with the sinners to the lord. To this end, he is more than willing to break any number of manmade laws should they not violate his own personal ethics. Self control in the face of that which violates his morals is difficult, yet can be done for the sake of the continuance of that work; God helps those who help themselves, Lou believes, and thus will not save one who is careless or relies unduly upon his aid. He does not, however, preach often as a realization has dawned upon the man that those who act in accordance to the will of the lord shall be saved, and those who do not shall be damned. The belief is, as far as Lou’s determination, not necessarily required.
Equipment
---Weapons
Beretta 201T Colt New Model Revolver Lapel Dagger Foci (Cross necklace)
---Clothing
Armor Clothing (Cassock) Clothing (Greca)
---Magical
Broom, Enchanted Notebook 2x Bags, various reagents
---Other
Fake SIN (3) Fake Gun License (2) Duffel Bag Respirator (2) 3x Medkit 3x Credstick, Standard
Background
Born in Verteillac, France as a SINless child, Lou’s family largely worked among the rest of the rural population as agricultural workers in the countryside. Subsisting off of this work and a good enough barter system among the commune, which by and large had grown distant from the normal prejudices which marked between those who had SINs and those who did not. They all went to church and, small and heretical as may be, that church espoused that all were equal under God. His life in this, which would have struggled throughout under any normal circumstance, would be drastically altered by the intervention of a traveler.
The old man, dressed as he was in a suit and tie, took notice of Lou immediately. He spoke privately to the boy's parents, as he wasn't of a great age to be given the choice directly, and after an hour's conversation emerged to talk to Lou. There was a choice to be had, a place to go that would teach him how to use a power he didn’t even know he had. It was a curious choice, the capability to wield the Art, one that inspired terror and confusion and questions to Lou. Not a person forgot the stories of the chaotic years when magic was birthed onto the world stage, a grand force, a strange force, and yet the old man gave a great number of answers and a great number of them were satisfactory for the young French boy. In the end, he departed with the man away to the Massif Central region, to a lodge there, to the Order of St Flamel.
He would learn the Art, the way to determine the world and all things in it, the way to learn how to seek hidden truths. The Order, named for that famed scholar of ancient times, was one dedicated to the seeking of knowledge, had never precisely focused on the most combative forms of magic, on evocation and destruction, Lou instead becoming immersed in divination, healing. It was a rewarding experience, a grand experience, one where he was even provided with a far greater education than anyone else might have in his hometown. The young boy learned of history, science, mathematics, and more, a fairly good event. The worst issue at that lodge would be the harsh punishments, the fairly breakneck pace, which pushed Lou to his limits of absorbing such. Despite all these difficulties, however, he would gain a good degree of respect from his teachers, the same given to them, and grew close as might be expected with one Nathan Milhaud, the very man who recruited him. Lou would even be provided for a cheap SIN, fake as could be in the interests of keeping loyalty through other means should the child run-off or disappear some way.
At the age of seventeen, however, Lou experienced something which could only be described as an upturning of his life. He had been directed to recover some reagents among the mountainside, flowers connected to one spirit or another of nature, and on returning found that the lodge had turned to chaos. A fire engulfed half of it, the other drifting amid the air as though gravity itself ignored it, and a storm seemed to linger over the entirety of the site. Bounding forth, extinguishing a portion of the fire to gain entry - for there was none outside and he had to rescue those within - Lou found Shedim, agents of another plane who had taken the bodies of members of the Order to disrupt a ritual. Entranced as they were in further opening the rift and bringing yet more Shedim into the world, Lou struck quickly. Using whatever was nearby, reagents of vintages he had never learned and those he had collected before, it soon turned into a desperate combat as the spirits realized what was occuring. The young mage succeeded in keeping their distraction, true, keeping them from continuing their work with the rift, though he was pushed back and back again. Soon yet, he found the dying Milhaud, bloodied and faltering, who gave Lou a hand in burning his soul into a reagent. The young mage detonated it, ran from a lodge that no longer existed.
There was but one thing to do, honoring the ultimate sacrifice of his friend and mentor by helping others, by using what he had been taught for others. As he worked away, moving from one commune to another to another and healing any he could, Lou found that he would need a far better disguise than any excuse he might bear. The young man would join the Église Catholique de France, the French Catholic Church, working with that moniker and among those goodwill groups to try and give back. Following that, with all the talks he had with the truly faithful, Lou would experience a revitalization of his faith, that the obligation from God to perform his works, to help people. Lou enter seminary, a process accelerated by his charitable works, wishing as he did to further his relationship with God and help others do the same.
Such would falter after seven years there, moving as he had throughout the process of his education to shift from traditional training to working as a missionary or aid worker, dressed as he was in the traditional cassock. Lou found himself needing to aid another in one of the more secluded communes, a mother whose child had disappeared without a trace. The others said that he would need to simply let it all go, that one day the mother would be reunited with her daughter, and that all of it was within God’s plan. Refusal to accept this, something which could be altered, ran deep in Lou’s mind. In secret, he summoned a spirit of guidance, unbound as it was, and bargained with it for the location of the daughter. It was difficult, a negotiation the young mage was ill-prepared to navigate, yet he gained that location nevertheless.
The others discovered such, how such happened Lou never did discover, and his ejection from the seminary quickly followed. He had disobeyed the orders of those above, thus disobeying God, and practiced that which he should not know. With the clothes on his back and little else, save for a renewed belief that they did not know what God wished, that Lou was aware of that and more, and that his skills were an instrument of that will, the young man disappeared among the cities of Europe. He grew to become a shadowrunner, albeit one of a more moral basis whose interests lay in the recovery of those lost, finding individuals, and healing those others of the team. Lou worked alongside a good number of others, his skills expanding as the man grew comfortable in learning more practical, flexible street magic alongside his traditional education.
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