Burger

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The frigid walk that Six had ran was brutal. While she did have a few extra layers under her jacket and everything, she was still nipped by the cold. Her dash to the gate managed to help keep her warm. Warm enough to still have control of her fingers, at least. Once she was there, the first thing that she did was notify the frozen soldiers about the car.

The place was pretty guarded, that's what Six thought. Well, whatever the place was supposed, it didn't concern her. She just needed that car. Then, like the soldier said, she could leave the god-forsaken country that was Romania. Well, at the very least, she could at least find herself on a map.

Then her plan of not being harassed by her handler had a massive hiccup. An explosion in the distance, followed by the careful advance of the guards. Their slow advance towards the snowy woods had been halted by one guard, barely in the view of Six, having his head be clapped. At least he died quickly, which was all that Six could say about what she saw.

One guard screamed for her the soldiers to get her inside. He began to fire his gun, too. Though the firing quickly stopped as he was brutalized by whatever caused that. One of the remaining soldiers had grabbed Six by her hand in an effort of protecting her, which had lead to her first words in hours.

"Let go, shithead." She exclaimed to him, recoiling her hand away from his. Still though, she went to run inside since it was pretty smart to hide from whatever was causing the instant-death-syndrome in all of the guards. Quickly after she entered with the soldier, she partially shut the door. Leaving just enough to peer outside through a crack, she looked out into what could have been causing this weird phenomenon. A boy with shackles slowly walking towards the base and, oh hey, the snow train was there too!

From there, Six could make a few observations and deduce a few things. First, whatever caused it was probably caused by the boy. Why else have him in shackles and advancing into an armed compound, other than to be a really bizarre distraction for a sniper? Two, the boy probably had a power that could instantly kill people. Three, he probably needed to see his targets. The last point was based on the fact that Six was still alive, so she could say that she'd probably be okay as long as the boy with the unknown power didn't spot her.

Fully closing the door after getting all of the information she needed, she turned to the soldier that came in with her.

"Give me a gun or something," she demanded, "and how would you react to being a mea-" A brief pause stopped her from calling the soldiers meat shields to their faces. She reconsidered her phrasing. "How about we all work together to solve this problem?"

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

With all of the hype and happenings that Dahlia was experiencing, she couldn't help but smile. Experiencing new things was always fun! Really, she couldn't overstate how excited she was for this. The initial ice had been broken, and all that was left were the showings of grandeur and vaudevillian action, then Dahlia would be (albeit probationary) adventurer! Really, nothing could go wro-

THWACK.

A major collision struck Dahlia and pushed her into the goddess. From there, the three of them had contorted into a human ball and rolled across the floor, only to stop when they collided with the wall. Dahlia made no effort to get up. Really, she thought that the people of the Athena familia just had very strange greetings for themselves. Not to mention, Dahlia was 100% in a comfortable position, resting gently between two others. She had slept in worse positions, definitely. She was in no rush to get out.

THWUMP. PLAP. TWUMP. KROMP. THROOLP. BOMP.

Now afflicted with groovy spine syndrome, her body resembled more of an surrealist painting than an actual human form. The six following collisions had contorted her body into a gross mix of pain and suffering. Still, she didn't move except for forcing her spine to not snap in half. What a strange greeting the people of this familia have, she thought. She'd mark this down in her encyclopedia, filed under "non-standard greetings of adventurers".

"So, urgh, hello-ow to all of you. Do you happen to, argh, know the cultural history of this greeting?"

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Quinn Leiurus || Anarchy Red

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^{@KaijuBaragon@Nyahahameha@Aviaire@Riegal}

"Weew, that's a fiesta."

Quinn, of course, chuckled at all of the police moving to swarm the transport. Time was of the essence now, but she planned for such a thing. She dug into her big bag of tricks once again. This time, she pulled out dozens of small tennis balls that had been cut in half and resealed and attached to knotted string like some sort of perverted grapevine. With a loud allez hop, she swung the vine with all of the force her arm could muster. The tennis balls flew from their rope restraint with a subtle crack. Quickly, each began to emit a dark black smoke that quickly swallowed the van and the surroundings. Then came act two: actual grenades. What better to halt the advance of mooks than explosives? Though, these weren't exactly death clouds of shrapnel. They were more bright lights and rubber balls.

With some cover made and time bought, she finally detonated the bomb placed on the back of the transport. With a small, directed explosion, it blew the lock eight ways to kingdom come. The doors swung open with considerable force, only for Quinn to swing in.

"Alright lads, I'm only going to say this once so listen," she yelled at them, "go and scatter like roaches."

The mook prisoners, of course, had very little say in the matter. When a big scorpion lady lands on a transport, blows up the door, and yells at you to run, it's pretty implied that you have to do it. The mooks, of course, scattered. They had to. From her big bag, she pulled out a backpack filled to the brim with, well, more explosives. This one was designed to pancake a truck. Hey, it's easy to fake a death when there isn't a single bit of the body remaining.

"And to our lovely space heater, go dip out to the front and run. There's a helicopter ready to grapple you in."

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Vomit. That's what Six more or less wanted to do when the fat bastard sifted through her hair. Still, she restrained herself from instantly spewing over him. That defense mechanism had vanished a long time ago. After he had made his way to the front of the office, Six had found herself with a brief respite where she wouldn't have to acknowledge his presence, especially since they were talking about things that didn't concern her.

Of course, that respite quickly faded as ugly threw a dart directly at the throat of a poor captain. It wasn't a large wound, no. One that he probably wouldn't have died from, anyways. Almost everyone had two pairs, so as long as he kept pressure on it, the thin point would have been nothing more than a cruel lesson. Of course, the fat bastard looked back at her in an attempt to goad any reaction. She gave nothing in response. She reacted like a dead fish to him, always and forever.

As they made their way out of the office and into the hallway, Six made an effort to—as the fat bastard was looking away—walk up to the partially injured captain. As he nervously kept one hand around the dart's tip in efforts of slowing the bleeding and the other looking for any loose cloth to apply pressure to the wound, Six placed her hands on the captain's traps and pulled herself to his neck. Her tongue slowly dragged along his neck, collecting that blood that spilled. To the captain, she gave a slight smile. It was more than the fat bastard had ever received.

Walking past the rest of the Romanian men, Six paid them no mind. The thick doors opened and a frigid blast of winter wind struck them both head on. Inconvenienced by this, the fat bastard sent her to get a car. As much as she would have wanted the fat bastard to suffer in the snow, it was much easier if she just bit her tongue and did what he said.

Quickly, she ran out into the snow. The cold didn't bother her too much. No, she was used to it. Plus, she always had an extra layer on beneath her regular clothes.

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Romania wasn't a very nice place. Saddled directly between Russia and Italy, if there was to be any conflict within its borders, Romania would be crushed, mangled, and turned into scrap for the war effort. It, along with Belarus and Greece, formed the sole defense of any naval attack. Still, the precipice of war hadn't yet decimated all of Romania. At least, not where she had been placed.

Six had been placed in Romania for as long as she could remember. She was an agent for their interests. Whatever they said, she did. Not that she had a choice, anyways. Every question they asked gave no room to refuse. Not that she could refuse; no matter what she thought, she would always answer with a curt nod. There was no defiance in her. Her alien feelings of longing were discarded when they came up. What else could she do? She did what she was told and that was the only thing she did. It was the only way that she could survive.

When the young boy entered, she had, like always, been waiting for her next orders. Sitting alone in the corner, she had preoccupied herself by tossing a steel crocheting hook in the air, only to catch it on the way down. Then the question came. The answer to which was the same as always: a curt nod, barely making eye contact with her handler.

She grabbed a vinyl satchel from under her chair. Her little bag of tricks, to say the least. Consisting of mostly random knickknacks that she'd taken from previous missions, it was a helpful little bag of things. Although she didn't show it to her handler, she was giddy about her mission. Even if it was only temporary, even if she had to kill someone, it was the only brief period of time that she could call herself free.

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RIPTIDE

#6

R I P T I D E

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
16

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Romania

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Headstrong + Free-spirited + Cunning
- Sardonic - Rude - Loud
* Stop the thoughts * Bring an end to her hunger * Be truly free

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Undertow| #6 has the ability to access a parallel dimension. Affectionately known as the undertow because of its similarity to the deep ocean, this allows #6 to freely move through walls and obstacles. Additionally, when she moves into the undertow, she can drag any object she's touching with her, so long as she could pick up that object in real life. Because of the nature of her power, she can only enter and exit the undertow via solid objects. Appearance wise, the undertow consists entirely of water. A trace amount of light penetrates from above which reflects off of the different waters of the mirrored world. Because of this, #6 is aware of the outside world while submersed. She is limited, however, in her usage of this ability. #6 is unable to breath while inside of the riptide and the forces within put immense strain on the body. Not to mention, there is considerable strain if she even hops dimensions. If she overuses her power, she could end up trapped inside of the dimension and drown.

Besides that, #6 is experienced in infiltration and exfiltration and has shown aptitude in relation to understanding and altering mechanisms. She also holds a talent in, coincidentally, all things related to wet work.
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The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Accepted under one revision, her number. If she’s #14 she would be much closer to @ERode in age as she was the literal last number produced. If you wanna give her #6? Up to you!

@Haruharara

I'll #6 it. Physical age threw me off.

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RIPTIDE

#6

R I P T I D E

• P h y s i c a l A g e •
16

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •
Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •
Romania

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Headstrong + Free-spirited + Cunning
- Sardonic - Rude - Loud
* Stop the thoughts * Bring an end to her hunger * Be truly free

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Undertow| #6 has the ability to access a parallel dimension. Affectionately known as the undertow because of its similarity to the deep ocean, this allows #6 to freely move through walls and obstacles. Additionally, when she moves into the undertow, she can drag any object she's touching with her, so long as she could pick up that object in real life. Because of the nature of her power, she can only enter and exit the undertow via solid objects. Appearance wise, the undertow consists entirely of water. A trace amount of light penetrates from above which reflects off of the different waters of the mirrored world. Because of this, #6 is aware of the outside world while submersed. She is limited, however, in her usage of this ability. #6 is unable to breath while inside of the riptide and the forces within put immense strain on the body. Not to mention, there is considerable strain if she even hops dimensions. If she overuses her power, she could end up trapped inside of the dimension and drown.

Besides that, #6 is experienced in infiltration and exfiltration and has shown aptitude in relation to understanding and altering mechanisms. She also holds a talent in, coincidentally, all things related to wet work.
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A p p e t i t e L v l :: 2

My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

maybe, i'll have to wait and see whomst other characters

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Aw man. All hell was breaking loose. Not that it already hadn't broken loose. Rather than target Muu for a brutal chop, the axe ape had tossed his poo at her and charged down the preoccupied Argen. The panic began to set in as he realized that, save for their brute of a warrior, they were unable to handle the apes. Was this the time to break down and run? Where to? Back to the town where he barely had enough coin to survive another week? Even if he wasn't in harms way, the stress of it all was beginning to get to him. He wasn't to run. He was choking. The cool-headed Renauld who never wanted to stir up trouble was thinking of running away, all because of a couple of shit-flinging apes.

That's when Katya finally managed to wrestle out of the snow. She grabbed and shook Renauld's arm and yelled at him. With her yell came a bizarre clarity; perhaps it was just the stress of battle that he could never get used to pushing him beyond his breaking point. Perhaps it was the voice of a little girl who should never of had to have been here. The reason didn't matter. What did matter was protecting his current party.

Fuck doing anything flashy. Now wasn't the place. He needed to just do his part to support others. Obviously, the apes' bodies were better than most humans. Better than them, at least. That just meant that he had to even the odds a bit. He chanted once more, but with considerably more ferocity. Plus, the apes weren't smart enough to properly space themselves out. In an attempt to attack both Oscar and Argen, they had placed themselves in the perfect spot for Renauld to stop them.

"Endless tranquility of the Zeroth Circle, bestow thine presence upon this plane! Trespassers, halt thine callow movements within the white expanse! Furosutooooo Shyakuruusu!"

Was he doing the exact same move as before? Yes. Did it matter? No. He only had a handful of spells and most of them had weaknesses. Carefully, he targeted his spell in the area between Oscar and Argen. The ice, much faster this time, erupted from the snow and began to envelop the apes feet.