[color=turquoise][h2][center][i]Aaron Fletcher[/i][/center][/h2][/color]
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	Chugging what was probably his third iced tea that day, Aaron Fletcher pushed open the door to his dormitory at Purple Crown, promptly removing his scarf and dropping the pea-coat he wore everywhere onto the floor.  It had been a long day, ghosting through the halls of the academy he'd been enrolled in for barely a week and trying to find his classes, let alone arriving on time.  Long story short, he just suffered through a detention for being five minutes late to his science class for the third time that week, and was done for now.  Not with anything in particular, just done in general.

	Life had been hectic for the last year or so, from being forced to meet with an on-site therapist on a bi-weekly basis to being stomped out while flat-broke by a Level 1 Tank.  [color=turquoise]"Yeah, that was sloppy, Aaron,"[/color] He began, checking a respawn timer on his watch for the umpteenth time that day.  [color=turquoise]"An Assassin versus a Tank, pistol against a digistruct cannon... abilities get more unpredictable by the minute..."[/color]  The student mentally kicked himself again as the countdown finally hit zero, a soft beeping emanating from the timekeeping device on his wrist.  With that, Fletcher made his way to the bed and laid down, logging into Deep Ground Online in the process.

	[color=turquoise]"Here we go again..."[/color][hr][color=turquoise][center][h1]3[/h1][/center][/color]
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[color=turquoise][center][h2]Welcome to Deep Ground Online, Nyx.  You have respawned in Faded City's Sanctuary.[/h2][/center][/color][hr]
[color=turquoise][h2][center][i]Nyx[/i][/center][/h2][/color]
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	Nyx arose from his sitting position, the mask of a demonic skull resting over his face, it's strange yet comforting embrace bringing back the memories of his most recent death at the hands of something that could take a hit from Vendetta, then return the blow.  The moment of combat played in front of his vision again as he set to dusting his suit off.

	[i][color=turquoise]"Easy, a lone Outlaw... heavy armor, no weapons that are visible... let's go."[/color]  Nyx muttered from his aerial position.  He dropped the distance, suffering the slight amount of fall damage with little consideration.  [color=turquoise]"Euphoria will restore that, no big deal."[/color]  The assassin activated Vendetta, all traces of him disappearing, then weaved his way through the crowd at a rapid pace.  He took hold of his trusty, suppressed pistol hidden in his suit, positioned the barrel less than an inch from his target's head, then squeezed the trigger.[/i]

	[i]Not only did the female tank, well... tank the blow, she turned around as a massive railgun began forming in her hands.  Nyx gulped and attempted to start firing on the Outlaw again as the weapon finished constructing, and began to whirr with building power.  The assassin got barely three shots off before he simply ceased to exist in Deep Ground... along with the ten unlucky folks behind him.  He was at least 90% sure the woman hit level 2 off of that killing spree.[/i]

	Nyx flicked the last speck of dust from his sleeve and checked his ammo reserves, cursing under his breath at the nearly depleted magazine in his firearm.  Lacking any amount of EXP in a heavily populated city was like walking around with a target on your back.  [color=turquoise]"Well, might as well take a look around."[/color]  With that, he took off down the road, regularly checking a blade he kept in his sleeve as if to appear slightly intimidating.  Truth was, he'd have to activate Vendetta and run a good distance in a random direction if a threat made itself apparent.

	On what was probably his seventh check of the knife that was certainly still there, he managed to bump into the back of a blonde-haired, headphone-wearing boy conversing with a girl.  [color=turquoise]"Sorry, friend.  I wasn't watching where I was go- Hey, I've heard of you.  Unrelenting Jukebox, or something like that?"[/color]  The assassin asked, sheathing the blade and crossed his arms.  He'd almost been crushed a few times by the guy's shenanigans, but he was very effective in his method of elimination.  Not many could say they can efficiently kill things with nothing but gravity and a rock.