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"Huh. That's pretty neat." Xu Jian wasn't really the most talkative to Charlotte. Not out of being anti-social or anything of that sort. No, she was just worried about stepping on a landmine. Incidentally, Xu Jian made a note to not bring up landmines. Her mother may had given birth on one and that would explain the legs.

While everyone had introduced themselves, Xu Jian had her priorities in order. Albrecht had said that he'd cover the bill. That meant it was free food. 100% free, no strings attached. The prospect of free food was, of course, amazing for the debt-addled woman. With an unknown sense of power, she slammed back more food in the three introductions than most could eat in a single meal. She eviscerated kebabs with the force of an entire army. No wooden skewer could protect their contents from the gaping maw that was Xu Jian's mouth. Buuz and khuushuur were practically tossed into a black hole. Every single khorkhog that she had grabbed had practically vanished the second it was moved. She only stopped eating to swallow it all down with a big glass of kashk that had been mixed with enough water to turn it into a smoothie.

"Muh nem ish Shu In" she introduced herself, her mouth absolutely full of enough food to feed an army, "an eh haff een enkering onions er a ew ears now." She swallowed, making her introduction actually listenable. "I can control metal and stuff. Make a bit of it too, but not anything too fancy. Doesn't work on magical shit, so don't expect me to instantly destroy something like a golem. Where do you all stand on finishing stuffing ourselves, waking up early, and entering the rift first thing when the sun comes up?"

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Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

Kūnlún, Jīn Hé Hotel

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Ulaanbaatar was a modern city in an ancient land. While Mongolia consisted of mostly plains with occasional settlements, Ulaanbaatar had benefited greatly from the resulting globalisation and wealth that the rifts had caused. Dozens of skyscrapers littered the skyline as they spread from outside of the centre part of the city, each a home to the workers who supported the adventurers. While not as impressive as some places like Beijing or Seoul, Ulaanbataar was the capital city of Mongolia. Its population was only increasing, after all. All of the money the rifts could bring in were too tempting for the former nomads who could no longer support their livestock.

Globalisation had also brought in foreign investment. Numerous east-Asian companies had built up hotels and services in order to entice their nationals who travelled to Mongolia. It worked, after all. With a population of 2 million citizens and 500 thousand foreigners, Ulaanbaatar was no longer the city it once was.

Built by a Chinese hotel chain, the Jīn Hé hotel was lavish. To call it five stars was an understatement; every single nook and cranny of the hotel had been superbly washed and decorated. The carpet was softer than what most people had ever felt. Even something as basic as a light bulb gave off an unnatural amount of warmth and comfort. As a result, the cost of rooms had been prohibitively expensive. In order to get a room at the Jīn Hé, one didn't just need enough money; they needed connections. The owners of the hotel vetted every single guest just to make sure nobody who was unsavoury got inside.

And inside of the Jīn Hé was an excruciatingly lavish restaurant with the word 崑崙 emblazoned in gold above the entrance. The people who were already vetted had to be checked again. Only the most famous and powerful people ever got a chance to sit at inside. Taking up an entire floor, the restaurant was divided into single stalls the size of a regular restaurant. Customers didn't see each other. Even the washrooms were separated. It was just a single party and the extremely high spec waiter that served them. The food was, to say the least, on another level. Every single chef had the power of Genghis Khan, proven by their ability to unite flavours and take over your tastebuds like no food had ever done.

This was where Albrecht had chosen as his meeting place.

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Fish out of water. That was the most apt way to describe Xu Jian. The lobby of Jīn Hé had been filled with dozens of people whose wardrobes that had cost more than all of her organs. Even selling the important ones that she only has one of, like her heart, wouldn't be enough to afford the down payment on the average set of heels that a guest there would wear. Wearing her absolute best clothes (a twenty dollar tee, a second-hand jacket a size too big, slightly-faded jeans, and a freshly cleaned set of well-loved high tops), she was definitely out of place. Though, most of the other guests didn't seem disgusted. Rather, they were intrigued. Who was this absolute nutjob wearing trash yet was inside? They must have thought she was incredibly powerful to have the bravery of wearing that inside. Well, it was little use to think of it.

Why was she even here? Well, she got a job offer. That was the entire reason why. After hitting it off with a guy in a bar, she had woken up with a note saying to go to an airport. She was confused why, as the previous night had been a complete blur. She remembered getting offered a drink by a blond man. Then she asked if it was okay if she got another. Then another. Then another. Free drinks were free drinks. Next thing she remembered, she woke up next to a cardboard cutout of Danny DeVito. To make a short story shorter, she went to the airport and was put on a private jet to Mongolia.

After she had reached Kūnlún, she was brought to the blond man, a small girl, a woman with funky things on her legs, and a normal looking dude. They all had introduced themselves. The blond man was Albrecht the playboy billionaire, the small girl was Alice, the woman was Charlotte, and the normal man was Paul. After Albrecht explained the job to them, Xu Jian had no qualms. It was free money. Well, not free money. She would have to work for it.

"So, Charlotte," Xu Jian asked, "what's with your legs? They look sorta funky."

_{@ERode@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Duthguy}

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Quinn Leiurus || Anarchy Red

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A creeping noise had snuck up on Quinn. What was that? She wasn't as good as she thought she was? Who was this man to say this? She turned and saw nothing. She almost said 'what', but couldn't. Faster than she could be astounded, her tail and arm had been grappled. They were pulled together, but whoever was doing it failed to realise just how strong Quinn's tail was. She easily threw him off and back towards the students. Then he reappeared, which was incredibly boring. It was just a man in a suit.

What was less cool was Animus, the fire girl, had been knocked out and tied up by the invisible force alongside a woman she had never seen before. Well, they were weak enough to be captured. Quinn didn't really care about them too much. The fire girl was useful, though...

With little warning, she felt a tight grasp around her arms. The beefy girl had wrapped her arms around Quinn's, restraining her body. Apparently, she also went to the invisible suit's school of not thinking things through enough. Faster than the beefy girl could perceive, Quinn's tail shrunk to no wider than a broom handle. Outside of the beef's eyesight, it wrapped around and she got jabbed from behind. It was enough to inject enough anaesthetic so that Quinn could easily break out of her buff arms.

Noxious told all of the remaining villains to make their exits, which was incredibly easy for Quinn. Then, a telltale noise.

Kaboom.

The machine room was permanently disabled. All of the other bombs Quinn and Sana placed? Well, to make a long story short, the factory would be out of commission for a long time. It was too much for the heroes to ignore. They had to look for survivors of the explosives. Fighting villains would have to wait.

"Love to stay and fight you all," she taunted the ice girl, beef girl and the rest of the students, "but I think it's about time for me to head home. Au revoir and I wish you all the best in your future endeavors."

And with that, she faded back into the shadows of the halls and vanished.

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The Next Day

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"Ah, Quinn, did you get the toys from—"

"The ones from the donation drive? Yea, I'm carrying them in now."

In Quinn's hands was a large cardboard box. Inside, dozens of pro hero toys had been resting. She was bringing them inside of a small door at the side of an old brick office building. No larger than a single office, the room that the door had lead to had been populated by papers, filing cabinets, and sealed boxes labelled with a date and location. The only resident of the building was an old woman. Deep into her 60s, she was only the embers of the fiery business executive she once was. The embers of a bonfire, however, could still start fires. Sitting at the desk, she read over, signed, and filed dozens of papers.

"I just want to thank you for doing this," the old woman as she rose from her desk.

"It's my pleasure, madame. It's the least I can do for you letting me rest here at night."

"Ufufu... I believe you got the order of events reversed."

Gently placing the box down near the rest of them, Quinn moved out of the way as the old woman went to look through all of the toys. She pulled out a few toys to get a good look at them. Rainman, who fought forest fires; Constructor, who repaired infrastructure in emergencies; Relay, who was vital to numerous search and rescue operations; and The Auditor, who used his massive amounts of brainpower to find evidence of financial fraud. She placed them back inside of the box, closing the lids and sealing it with tape.

"Still no heroes that fight crime?" She asked Quinn.

"Well, you know how it is. These are all of the toys that kids never really wanted, so they threw them away."

"That is truly a shame. It rather terrible how these heroes that aren't flashy don't get much credit."

"Yea, something like that."

Lostman Grafitti

Was Marina too aggressive and surly? Probably. She also just hated dealing with people, half because she had very little patience and the other half because she was just a rude person. She was always like this, even through middle school. Yasuo was the face of their friendship and Marina was the muscle. With Yasuo trying to signal Marina to chill, Marina could at least humour him. She shrugged, signifying that she wouldn't try to start shit or try to be rude to whoever this woman was. That didn't mean that she would talk to her, though. What Yasuo got wrong was that she wasn't surly in the mornings; she was surly all the dang time.

The woman who called herself Ishiyama Tsurushi was here to find a good shrink. Explained why she was so nosey. She should be working on that, Marina thought. She kept her thoughts to herself, though. Yasuo didn't want her to start any shit, so she didn't. Which was boring. Starting shit would have been fun, even if what she was doing before was critically important. For the time being, she would just continue to pass time with Yasuo. Her mission, if you could call it that, was fairly important to her. It'd probably be a bad idea to mess it all up because a nosy chump ruined the atmosphere.

✤ Delve ✤

To the prospective handshake, the Pallum took it without without hesitation. Like grabbing a child's, it felt as though Varanense could crush it with little effort. The resulting handshake was floppy and sad. "Penn's the name", the Pallum replied, "don't wear it out."

Varanense had asked Dahlia a good question. In fact, that was one of the most important questions. What did Dahlia's training entail? If they were to be thrust onward to level 2, wouldn't that mean that they would have to sluggishly train to become strong enough? Dahlia went to dispel that notion.

"Tut tut, training is only half of it. To be frank, all of you are already strong enough to become level 2. In fact, I think I was weaker than all of you when I first levelled up. No, besides getting a stat past D, what's important are your feats. Entering the dungeon every single day to slay goblins, kobolds, and lizards isn't enough. Heck, even Orcs and Imps won't be enough. What you need is to do something wild. You have to do something so insane that even the gods will be impressed. That's how you level! So my training is less about turning you into and more about finding and fixing your shortcomings. Then, you can push even further beyond on your current strength!"

When Castor mentioned vomiting, Dahlia's mood instantly went from energetic and happy to nervous and trying not to gag. She covered her mouth with her hand and didn't look Castor in the eyes. "Well, erm, you didn't. Uh. Not vomit on me. No, you... well, did vomit but it was after..." She paused in order to not gag mid-sentence. "Hrm... I... I think it's better for you not to remember. Maybe you'll remember it the next time you get drunk. I'd... I'd stay away from alcohol from now on. You don't want to remember that."

With a slap on her own cheeks, she psyched herself up. Well, she mostly just wanted to not think about what Castor had or had done to him last night. Whatever it was, it was a terrifying experience. Truly, coming to terms of it would be more difficult than level 2.

"Head on in, I'll be right behind you, watching your every move!"

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Floor 1

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While the cityscape of Orario was often whimsical, the dungeon was unforgiving and relentless. For most adventurers, the labyrinthine tunnels were easy to get lost in. What made it worse was that there was, for the most part, only one way in. That meant there was only one way out. It was entirely possible for an adventurer to get lost if they took a wrong turn. A map was only good if you knew where you were, after all. With the exception of some safe havens a dozen or so floors in, monsters would often attack you from both in front and behind. Even if you cleared monsters and took safe paths, it was entirely possible for a party of goblins that were ready to fight to be birthed from the wall.

Thankfully, the party of adventurers weren't lost or ganked at the current time.

The first floor of the dungeon was familiar to everyone. As if cleanly carved from the earth, simple and straight paths lead from room to room. Monsters were plentiful, but they refrained from filling the tunnels. Instead, they chose to primarily remain inside of the rooms. Though, it wasn't uncommon to encounter some wandering monsters moving from room to room, nor was it uncommon to be ganked by a handful of monsters.

The hard brown earth that the tunnels had been carved into were illuminated by glowing blue orbs that littered the ceilings. More akin to a glowing moss or resting fireflies than lanterns, they gave off enough light to see down each tunnel. If they had been warmer and brighter, some would even say that it would be more akin to daylight rather than dungeon light. Besides the strange feeling of seeing no shadows, it was perfectly fine to navigate and fight in. It was easy to see any danger that would come their way.

The party had found themselves navigating the tunnels and rooms. With them, Penn had been occasionally showing them the map of the first floor and where they were on it. They were, of course, making it down to the second floor and beyond. The first floor held little for semi-experienced adventurers. It was, in all ways, a tutorial floor. It taught new adventurers how to fight monsters and use maps, but that was it. Besides those newbies who had been dreadfully unlucky or overestimating their abilities, very few people died from the first floor.

The relatively empty first floor had been interrupted by the upcoming room. Their distinctive dog-shaped heads and furry bodies. There were seven kobolds in all. For now, they didn't see the group so the party remained at an advantage. However, it was also possible to go around the room. After all, the closest hole down to the second floor had multiple paths toward it, but this room was the closest way to get to it. Otherwise, they would have to backtrack a fair amount to avoid fighting kobolds. Additionally, the room was mostly empty. Besides a handful of pillars strewn within the room, it was flat and clear. It was like that for most of floor 1 and this room was no exception.

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MONGOLIA B O I S

LET'S GO INVADE IT AND GET REVENGE FOR MULAN

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xu jian is a worldwide freeter, so she goes where there's work. so basically anywhere.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

^{24 | 5'5" | 115 lbs}

Xu Jian

|| | || ||||| | Personality
Xu Jian is, for lack of a better term, mellow. Someone who has incredible debt and has to slave away to barely chip away at it would usually be stressed out of their mind, but Xu Jian is rather calm about the entire ordeal. After all, she either pays it off or she dies. Both are viable ways of clearing it. She's often relaxed to the point of barely making an effort. While she does go hard and does things at maximum effort sometimes, it is only the result of rigorous discipline that she is able to do that. If she isn't forced to, she makes the absolute minimum amount of moves possible.

Money is constantly on her mind. After all, she has to take care of herself and a massive pile of debt. She can't afford (in both senses) to not think about it.

Despite her unapproachable face which constantly signals 'I am tired, do not talk to me', she's surprisingly friendly. She has an extremely bizarre sense of humour that almost never gets a laugh, but she still tries to make jokes on the reg. She's also a massive weirdo who wears bags and backpacks on the front. Who does that?

|| || ||| | || Attribute
Xu Jian is blessed with an affinity of metal. With this attribute, she can create weaponry, armour, tools, and everything in between. While she can freely augment pure metals, the speed and accuracy of her abilities relies severely on the purity of the metal she is augmenting. Range is also a notable consideration. While she can bend things that are farther away, altering what she can touch is considerably faster than anything long ranged. Things such as high carbon steel bend to her will significantly slower and less accurate than something like pure iron.

Because of the more physical composition of metal compared to things such as fire, Xu Jian's ability to create metals from nothing is considerably slow. For her, it's much more efficient to alter preexisting metal rather than create some from nothing. Metal that is blessed by a supernatural force, be it of the rifts or of attributes, are unable to be altered in any way. Metal she does create, however, is ethereal. It only lasts for days before crumbling into nothingness.

| || || | ||| Abilities
Xu Jian's combat talents lie in her ability to stay within the 5 Cs: calm, cool, collected, composed, and capable. Admittedly, those are all the same thing. Her ability to stay rational and act without panic is astounding, even compared to the most veteran explorers. She can make sound judgements based on her own capabilities. Besides that, she's incredibly mobile and has precise control of every movement her body makes.

| | | || || Skills
With a talent and history in gymnastics, Xu Jian can pull a sick floor routine. Besides that, she has all of the skills of a functional adult. Cooking, minor sewing, cleaning, budgeting, and everything in between.

| || |||| |||| History
Born to a new money family that had extremely high expectations of her, Xu Jian was destined for a life of effort and studying. Throughout her upbringing, she followed that lifestyle to a tee. Every waking moment was spent studying and otherwise preparing to be the perfect daughter. Her youth was punctuated with gymnastics in order to cultivate patriotism to curry favours with the government and schooling to eventually take over the family business. Either fortunately or unfortunately, her parent's family business had crumbled to nothing but mountains of debt after a series of scandals. Her parents, siblings, uncles, and everyone else related to her were forced to take on some debt and practically vanish off the earth. Xu Jian was free of her family, but she was alone.

So she escaped. Money made the world go 'round and she needed enough to survive. Her family's connections were useless and no regular job could help surmount the massive amount of debt she had. She was forced to do what she had to do; enter the rifts to make any sort of coin she could. Turns out, having a gymnast background helped considerably. Her first foray had filled her with an unknown power; she could control metal. While her aptitude wasn't great, her ability to properly move and stay calm under pressure helped. Days of entering rifts turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. While her insurmountable debt is still there, she can at least make the minimum payments each month.

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She dreams of getting a puppy, but can't afford it.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Ash is running. She is running with ruined sneakers, through dark and narrow streets filled with refuse. There is a shard of glass stuck in the bottom of the shoe that jabs at her foot every time she takes a step, but she’s still running. It hurts, of course, but so do the bruises over her body, the stomach that’s never really full. She’s in her pajamas. She escaped. She won’t be missed, not in any way that matters.
Her lungs are collapsing, her sides have stitches. The rubber sole of her shoe falls loose, catches upon the ground, and she stumbles, falling flat. More pain. More scratches. More reminders.

There is someone standing before her, the moonlight casting a shadow over them. They speak in a kind tone, and they offer a kind hand.

---

Where was she? Ash had ran without direction. Her fear of death had overcome any loyalty that she had. She had left her bow and machete behind. Well, not that it really mattered. In her rush, her quiver had emptied itself along the way. Not a single arrow remained. For a hunter, it was painful. Though, she did still possess the sword. She had been running for some time, the rain unrelentingly pelting down on her.

Ash was no longer running. No, she couldn't. Her ankle had collided squarely upon a stray root, causing her to slam into the ground. On the way down, the sword she had taken cut into her leg. Not enough to wound or cause further problems, but enough to open a hole in her pants and draw blood. She didn't scream. No, she was too tired. A scream wouldn't have mattered, anyways. There was nobody to help. There wasn't a single soul within the forest. The drops of rain sent the insects, rabbits, deer, and mice to the safe confines of what they could call home. The predators followed suit, knowing there was nothing out.

But Ash remained in the rain.

There wasn't much reason to stop. Her ankle hurt. Would she even be able to run if something happened? Probably not. She would have to just carry on. Using the sword she had taken as support, she got back up and took a slow step. The sword easily dug into the muddy ground, causing her ankle to surge with a severe pain. She landed on her side once more. This time, she was lucky. She didn't fall on the sword. Baby steps. She grabbed a thick branch that had fallen off of a nearby tree. Using that as support instead, she was able to stand. With one foot in front of the other, she pressed onward.

Onward to the home she didn't have.

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^{24 | 5'5" | 115 lbs}

Xu Jian

|| | || ||||| | Personality
Xu Jian is, for lack of a better term, mellow. Someone who has incredible debt and has to slave away to barely chip away at it would usually be stressed out of their mind, but Xu Jian is rather calm about the entire ordeal. After all, she either pays it off or she dies. Both are viable ways of clearing it. She's often relaxed to the point of barely making an effort. While she does go hard and does things at maximum effort sometimes, it is only the result of rigorous discipline that she is able to do that. If she isn't forced to, she makes the absolute minimum amount of moves possible.

Money is constantly on her mind. After all, she has to take care of herself and a massive pile of debt. She can't afford (in both senses) to not think about it.

Despite her unapproachable face which constantly signals 'I am tired, do not talk to me', she's surprisingly friendly. She has an extremely bizarre sense of humour that almost never gets a laugh, but she still tries to make jokes on the reg. She's also a massive weirdo who wears bags and backpacks on the front. Who does that?

|| || ||| | || Attribute
Xu Jian is blessed with an affinity of metal. With this attribute, she can create weaponry, armour, tools, and everything in between. While she can freely augment pure metals, the speed and accuracy of her abilities relies severely on the purity of the metal she is augmenting. Range is also a notable consideration. While she can bend things that are farther away, altering what she can touch is considerably faster than anything long ranged. Things such as high carbon steel bend to her will significantly slower and less accurate than something like pure iron.

Because of the more physical composition of metal compared to things such as fire, Xu Jian's ability to create metals from nothing is considerably slow. For her, it's much more efficient to alter preexisting metal rather than create some from nothing. Metal that is blessed by a supernatural force, be it of the rifts or of attributes, are unable to be altered in any way. Metal she does create, however, is ethereal. It only lasts for days before crumbling into nothingness.

| || || | ||| Abilities
Xu Jian's combat talents lie in her ability to stay within the 5 Cs: calm, cool, collected, composed, and capable. Admittedly, those are all the same thing. Her ability to stay rational and act without panic is astounding, even compared to the most veteran explorers. She can make sound judgements based on her own capabilities. Besides that, she's incredibly mobile and has precise control of every movement her body makes.

| | | || || Skills
With a talent and history in gymnastics, Xu Jian can pull a sick floor routine. Besides that, she has all of the skills of a functional adult. Cooking, minor sewing, cleaning, budgeting, and everything in between.

| || |||| |||| History
Born to a new money family that had extremely high expectations of her, Xu Jian was destined for a life of effort and studying. Throughout her upbringing, she followed that lifestyle to a tee. Every waking moment was spent studying and otherwise preparing to be the perfect daughter. Her youth was punctuated with gymnastics in order to cultivate patriotism to curry favours with the government and schooling to eventually take over the family business. Either fortunately or unfortunately, her parent's family business had crumbled to nothing but mountains of debt after a series of scandals. Her parents, siblings, uncles, and everyone else related to her were forced to take on some debt and practically vanish off the earth. Xu Jian was free of her family, but she was alone.

So she escaped. Money made the world go 'round and she needed enough to survive. Her family's connections were useless and no regular job could help surmount the massive amount of debt she had. She was forced to do what she had to do; enter the rifts to make any sort of coin she could. Turns out, having a gymnast background helped considerably. Her first foray had filled her with an unknown power; she could control metal. While her aptitude wasn't great, her ability to properly move and stay calm under pressure helped. Days of entering rifts turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. While her insurmountable debt is still there, she can at least make the minimum payments each month.

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She dreams of getting a puppy, but can't afford it.