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Royal Rumble!

Aram beamed as Nasaraph clapped him on the shoulder, his fellow student commending him for his performance. "Oh, pfftt..it was nothing, really." he said sheepishly as he began to follow the avian-cultured Vigilante. Nasaraph was really weird sometimes...but he was a pretty nice guy, from what Aram had seen. He considered him somewhat of a friend.
As he walked, he fell in behind the two other students as they ascended the stairs, occasionally glancing at the plaques that marked which floors they were passing. He look in front of him to the other student, occasionally seeing his expression as they turned to climbed more flights. He didn't look comfortable at all. His brow was furrowed, and small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

"Samoth, is it?" Aram said. "You look tense. Maybe you should take a break? We could maybe wait for you, if you like.." he said as they continued their ascent. Maybe he's getting tired...even if he's a Laurel's student, he shouldn't push himself.

Samoth didn't pause as he was addressed by the student behind him. He was aching. Not that the proposal would've derived much more than a "no" from him. He would continue until they reached the staircase leading to the tenth floor, with aching legs and, assumedly, Nasaraph and Aram in tow. A slowly growing irk in his mind would increase as they ascended the floors. Until he took step on the first step to the ninth floor. His brain was pulsing painfully already as he felt the presence of about...several people above him. There.
Samoth suddenly began running up the stairs, skipping steps as he rushed to make it to where he assumed he would find Alto.

Wow, this guy is kinda rude... Aram thought as Samoth ran off without answering him. "Hey! What's up?? Wait!" he followed up the stairs quickly, being sure to stay close to Nasaraph in case anything bad were to happen.

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SLAM!!

Maybe 'bad' was an odd term for what was on the other side of the door. Samoth put his booted foot back to the ground as he looked at what had been on the other side of it. Shit. he thought.
Samoth had been in the business long enough to know that anything still standing whenever he arrived to Alto's location was not something to take lightly. And the other two leaders? Hell. This had to be some powerful Demon lord.

"Be cautious. This thing is-" he was interrupted in the middle of his over-the-shoulder warning by a shouting Aram.

"Holy Crapola! What is that thing? And why isn't it dead yet?!?!" he yelled in the ears of the two students in front of him.

Samoth shook his head as he stepped from the doorway. He looked across the roof, spotting other students on the opposite side of it. Him and the other two seemed like easy targets, considering they were secluded from the rest of the group. But on the contrary, the demons would have to turn they backs to the larger group if they wished to corner them. Until he saw one of them multiply.

"Woah! That's rad! And also terrifying!" Aram exclaimed as he pulled the Bing Bong sword from the strap on his back. "Too bad we'll have to kill it!" he smirked.

Don't be too sure- before he could finish his thought, Samoth was struck across the face by a flaming sphere that he hadn't seen coming. It made him stagger and almost fall, but he retained his stance, looking at the group of demons who had sent it. Hmpf.

A single Demon came flying towards them as Samoth took a single step forward, raising wide a telekinetic shield in front of himself as it shot several fireballs at them. They poofed harmlessly against the barrier. It paused for a moment, then disappeared. And was directly in front of Samoth. It lunged a clawed hand at him, which hit the weak barrier, earning a wince from Samoth as it shattered. Ugh, what-did it have claws before?? he barely had time to clutch his head as the hand continued through its contact through the barrier, towards his chest.

And was intercepted by Aram. The blade of his Claymore thrusted into the path of the Demon's hand, slashing into the flesh of the being, accompanied by the tell-tale Jingle that came with a strike from the weapon. It hissed. "Oddly satisfying!" the Alchemist declared. He lunged towards the Demon, turning the blade outwards and downwards, aiming to cut it at the belly. His usually demeanor didn't betray his skill in combat. He was fast with a blade. But the Demon was fast, too.

It vanished. Aram thought quickly, and used his forward momentum to swing his torso around, making a sweeping slash around himself in anticipation of a attack from behind. His swing was met with resistance, the Demon having blocked it with inter-locked claws. Bing! The block, combined with his forward movement and the awkwardness of the attack transition, caused Aram to lose his balance. He tucked his head in, rolling to his shoulder and coming out in a one-knee-down blocking position, just in time to intercept the Demon's attack. Bong!

"Oooh, fiesty now, are you? Oh my, I hope you're not too much for me to handle!" he teased.

He saw a glow from beneath him, and looked down. "Oh." he quickly rolled backwards, out of the block, before the rune bursted into a tower of flame. "How inconsiderate! That's cheating you know...but if that's how you want to play it!"

Aram feinted going for an over-head swing with the Claymore. Which would have been extremely easy to block, considering the Demon's speed and strength. But he released the blade.
He hands came together into a clap, earning a spur of black energy from his palms, and he shot them forward in a Hamekameka-esque thrust. Several ounces of salt were alleviated from one of the many bags at Aram's hip. And a furious explosion bursted from his hands, directed at the chest of the beast. It would be sent almost directly towards the stairwell, hopefully not catching Nasaraph in the way.

His Claymore hit the floor. Bing!Bong!

BeeNCQuest - A Mecha RP: Abberant Dawn (Ran with Permission)

Including the GM, we’ve got an almost guarenteed 5 participants. These people include: LetterBee(GM), Conscripts, Myself, GentlmanVaultBoy, Arisen.

Hooray!

Other tentative interests have been shown, and including those we have more players than required. Looking for 8 total, but if you’ve already stated your interest, wiggle room might be in order if we can find something acceptable.

Royal Rumble!

Masami's warm smile was interrupted as Vera "pulled" Wolf's arm away from her helping hand, afterwards giving her a mean look. The fox girl curled her hand away a little cautiously, turning her attention towards the rest of the group as they began to congregate in the clearing. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed! she giggled to herself.

It had seemed as if all the fighting was done, for now. And no one looked...well...dead. Wolf and Vera looked pretty beat up, however. But her attention was on Andras.

"Andras!" she shouted as the other girl joined the group alongside Vernon. She ran to the "demon lady", throwing her arms around her as she got close. "I'm so glad you're okay!" she said, even as she held her at arm's length, looking over her for any glaring wounds. "What was all this about, anyways?? I'm afraid I couldn't help much...I didn't know who was friend or foe.." she admitted as she looked down at her feet, her arms moving back to her sides.

She looked up, remembering that Andras had been escorted back. She turned to Vernon. "You!" she yelled once again, even though they were only several feet apart. "You kept my new friend safe, didn't you?! Thank you so much!", the fox girl squealed as she opened her arms and stepped towards him for a brief hug.

Wait... The memory of Vernon pinning William to the ground popped into her head as she saw the latter standing off to the side, and she recoiled her open arms. "You're...not a bad guy?" she looked confusedly at Vernon.

BeeNCQuest - A Mecha RP: Aberrant Dawn

You already know this, Bee, but I'm in :p

Royal Rumble!

@Gentlemanvaultboy is this an alright post, or would you like to do something else?

Hider

Aram beamed as Nasaraph clapped him on the shoulder, his fellow student commending him for his performance. "Oh, pfftt..it was nothing, really." he said sheepishly as he began to follow the avian-cultured Vigilante. Nasaraph was really weird sometimes...but he was a pretty nice guy, from what Aram had seen. He considered him somewhat of a friend.
As he walked, he fell in behind the two other students as they ascended the stairs, occasionally glancing at the plaques that marked which floors they were passing. He look in front of him to the other student, occasionally seeing his expression as they turned to climbed more flights. He didn't look comfortable at all. His brow was furrowed, and small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

"Samoth, is it?" Aram said. "You look tense. Maybe you should take a break? We could maybe wait for you, if you like.." he said as they continued their ascent. Maybe he's getting tired...even if he's a Laurel's student, he shouldn't push himself.

Samoth didn't pause as he was addressed by the student behind him. He was aching. Not that the proposal would've derived much more than a "no" from him. He would continue until they reached the staircase leading to the tenth floor, with aching legs and, assumedly, Nasaraph and Aram in tow. A slowly growing irk in his mind would increase as they ascended the floors. Until he took step on the first step to the eight floor. His brain was pulsing painfully already as he felt the presence of about...7 people above him. There.
Samoth suddenly began running up the stairs, skipping steps as he rushed to make it to where he assumed he would find Alto.

Wow, this guy is kinda rude... Aram thought as Samoth ran off without answering him. "Hey! What's up?? Wait!" he followed up the stairs quickly, being sure to stay close to Nasaraph in case anything bad were to happen.

Royal Rumble!

Gods, so much is happening right now. she thought as she watched a new person run onto the scene.

"W-wait...WAIT...W-WHERE IS HER ARM!?!?" Masami screeched to no-one in particular as she pointed wildly at Celine. Before the latter face planted into the ground. The fox-girl's ears twitched as the scream assaulted them, and she instinctively covered them as she looked towards the source. There's too many people in this city.. she thought.

She wasn't exactly sure who was friend or foe. Besides William. Who had just been frozen to the ground by some ice-manipulating dude. She started to move towards them and was about to call out as she saw Vera come up behind Vernon, then proceeding to send him stumbling to the ground. Before Wolf promptly lifted him, and flung him across the park..

She let the ice from her blade melt away as her Starball floated back to her hand. She approached Wolf and Vera as she put it back in her mouth, then initiating perfectly un-hindered speech. Well. Except for the fact that she was a little nervous that she had almost attacked Wolf in a misunderstanding the moment before. "H-hey.." she said, nervously scratching her ear "I guess we're on the same side, huh? I'm Masami Souma." she held out her hand to lift up the now-exhausted Wolf, but before he could consider taking it, they would hear another massive screeching commotion in the distance.

More fighting? Great... she thought sarcastically. I had a feeling my first day would be frantic, but this is just out of hand!

Royal Rumble!

Samoth stood his ground as Gilliam approached him, knowing the inevitable outcome that would occur when one engages him in physical contact. The creature lept back and spat his disdain at Samoth as the latter remained still, staring blankly at him. Samoth hadn't planned to respond to the question "What are you?", and even if he had, it would have been interrupted by an attack from Nasaraph. To Gilliam's back.
Those present watched as he was flown across the room, and through the door across the lot to the fancy car on the other side. Before standing back up and advancing again.

Samoth looked back to Nasaraph, giving him a nod and approaching the stairs as he requested one of the Vigilantes to block the entrance. He marched with purpose up the stairs; he needed to find and assist Alto as much as he could. All that screeching was really irking his headache, though.

"Aram, please use your alchemy to seal the entrance." Naseraph said. "That grand push used up most of what I had."

"Don't have to ask me twice!" he said, making his way towards the doors hurriedly. He saw that thing approaching, its face completely mangled beyond recognition. His fingers fumbled at the latch on his satchel as he hurried to take one of the plates depicting a transmutation circle on it from the bag. That guy really creeped him out.

Luckily, the approaching Mephisto's student would be slowed, oddly enough, by slipping like one of those cartoon characters you saw in the movies, their feet flying up in the air over their head as they failed their attempt to regain their balance. Aram winced as he heard the crack of Gilliam's head against the concrete. Ouch... he thought.

He finally fished one of the plates from his bag, throwing it to the ground just behind the doors, and kneeling beside it. He thought of the effect he desired, and clapped his hands together, then throwing them against the ground as they emanated a black glow, and sparks of the same shade. The ground outside the building shifted upwards slighty, breaking from its hold against the rest of the earth. It then rose and curved through the air towards the building, creating a half-dome large enough to encompass the double doors and several feet around them, and would soon meld itself to the old establishment. Sealing the entrance.

Aram stood, taking the wooden plate and putting it back into his bag, before turning around and dusting off his hands.

"That should do the trick!" he said, looking content that he wouldn't have to deal with Gilliam anymore.

Royal Rumble!

Masami stayed back at the larger person's warning. She didn't really want to fight that thing, actually. But luckily enough, it seemed the one on the defensive could handle themselves. She watched as the fight progressed, worrying for the masked individual as the man with the massive hammer lunged at her skillfully with each attack. But the former was as evasive as he was powerful. He danced around Wolf, reminiscent of how a Mongoose would dance around a Black Mamba, waiting for their perfect moments to strike.

Masami was momentarily distracted by the return of William Ascot. Which was accompanied by...a "friendship aura" as William described it. She looked at herself as she glowed gold, feeling a slightly warm sensation travel from head to toe. William sure is quick to claim me as a true friend.. she thought. Not necessarily a bad thing.

She turned from William as he explained the events that were happening at this moment. "Oh...He was on our side...and he..." she looked as Wolf as he lay on the ground seemingly implanted in it by his own armor spikes. "Uh..."

Masami wasn't sure if she should stop the masked figure, but she decided against it. It appeared they were fleeing before having to deal with the rest of the group. It also appeared that Andras had escaped, and with the return of William, that it had been to a safe place.

She came over to Wolf, wanting to crouch down to check on him, but instead she just stood beside him, leaning over slightly as she looked as his spiky form. "Are you...alright in there?" she asked down to him.

Royal Rumble!

Masami stood from the back seat of an ambulance after the paramedics patched her wound. She had been expected to fight more, but after having been stabbed with a Scimitar, she wasn't looking forward to jumping around too much.

She stepped down from the back of the medical vehicle, observing her surroundings. Fights were still going on. The more professional and skilled fighters were now taking their places in the ring, some of them looking more worse-for-wear than their peers. Masami wasn't sure anyone would miss her if she departed. So she looked around for the little pink-hair girl she had met before, Euphoria. She wasn't anywhere to be seen, but she did spot Jokey hanging out near some of the ambulances, eyeing the fights from afar as he made marks on a clipboard he was holding. She approached him at a leisurely pace.

"Hey Jokey!" she called, waving to him even though he clearly wasn't looking at her. He did look over, though. "Oh, hey, you're.." a brief pause. "Masami, yeah?"

"That's me!" she smiled, matter-of-factly. "I wanted to come pay my entrance fee, I'm gonna be heading-"
Masami was interrupted by the raucous screeching of tires rubbing the wrong way against the road, followed moments later by two instances of shattering glass. She paused as she realized the sounds had come from where William and Andras had gone.

"H-here-" Masami quickly fished a wad of bills from the folds of her top, practically dropping the money on the clipboard in his hands. It wasn't like her to be so rude, but something didn't feel right. What she had heard didn't sound like a car crash. The glass had been broken two separate times, and it had come from park, not the street. But as she turned towards the sounds, and began her half-walk, half-light jog approach, she couldn't see anything through the crowd. But she could tell something was exciting them.

She pushed her way through the crowd, despite her short stature, making her way to the front. She cleared the audience, and spotted the cause of the racket. Boy was this a sight. Firstly she spotted the car...along with the seemingly very large person marching towards it with a massive hammer which may have well caused the damage to the vehicle in the first place. She also saw Andras fleeing the clearing...with one sword-armed William Ascot.

She looked back and forth between the fleeting duo and the large person approaching the vandalized car. She wasn't sure quite what to do...but it certainly looked like he was causing some great amount of trouble. "Hey, you! Stop right there!" She shouted to Wolf.

She spotted movement in the car, and began to run towards it, past Vera. "You leave them alone! Can't you see you are going to hurt someone?!?! She drew her her sword hilt from her belt as she ran, letting one of the free-floating Starballs fall to her hand before summoning the remnant of her weapon, a heavy-ended long-Falchion seemingly formed of ice.

She had enough fighting tonight after taking a stab wound, but if she thought this person was going to hurt someone...she would stop them.

Royal Rumble!

Aram stood from Michael's side, watching the person(beast, rather) who had just moments before attacked them without hesitation(or at least, had recklessly thrown an attack in their direction). Aram had never exactly liked Gilliam. Something about the boy weirded him out. Whether it was the odd looks he gave people, or his genteel way of approaching things when not trying to throw you around with giant tentacles, he definitely weirded out the Alchemist.

He shuddered as he turned his gaze from the shapeshifter. He was greeted with a handful of bills in front of his face, said bills being offered by the elder Ascot brother. Aram eyed him as he took the money slowly, a slight degree contempt in his gaze as he heard the threat that came from Alexander. I wouldn't be making threats like that if I was the one going to highschool students for help... he thought. "Okay"

He stored the bills in his satchel as the officer turned to leave. He himself would then turn. "Uhh...What next?"

BOOF
There was a muffled impact as Samoth hit the multiple layers of garbage within a industrial dumpster that had conveniently been left right under the window he had thrown himself through. For a moment he just sat there, dazed on his whereabouts. Then he smelt the decaying trash he was currently lying in. He lifted the cover that had fell over the top of the disposal container to be greeted by Alexander Ascot.

He ignored the offered hand, instead opting to pull himself out of the disposal bin. He would brush any debris from his coat, once again standing on his own two feet as he listened to Alexander's thoughts and ultimately his proposal. He picked a banana peel from his shoulder, tossing it aside. 'Bad kids' definitely were not a new concept. However, conspiracy theories were. It sounded pretty far-fetched...but even if he had thought were true, it wasn't his choice. He walked past the officer, responding flatly, "Can't help you. Alto's in charge of matters pertaining to St. Laurel's students., and continued walking without another word.

Samoth had confidence that Alto could handle most, if not all of Laurel's problems. At least...unless Clara was actively involved. Which she now was, apparently. This was not a safe situation. He needed to help.
That's when he felt the migraine coming on. He furrowed his brow in discomfort as he made his way towards where they had initially entered the building. He pushed past the doorway, laying eyes upon the scene in the lobby.

What the fu-
"Where is Alto??", he said to no-one in particular.