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Leon Valentan
Preferred Moniker/Callsign: Spider
Nationality: North American Union
Appearance: Leon has short cropped blond hair, with a build that is more on the lanky side of things. Has blue eyes, and an arrow tattoo on his right cheek which he refuses to remove. There is also a scar on his left hand from a knife fight. He likes to dress in casual clothes with a lot of pockets when he has a choice in attire.
Personality: A rough edge with an understandable lack of respect for authority, Keon looks out for his own well being first and foremost. To those who have earned his loyalty though h is a solid ally not inclined towards betrayal. Otherwise he tends to be relaxed about this whole thing, and it hasn't really sunk in just how desperate the situation really is. So he's in for a rude awakening when the time comes.
History: The UNE prided itself on the prosperity and unity that it had brought to Earth. But even in this supposed golden age before the war, there were those who slipped through the cracks. Leon was one of those, through no real fault of his own. His parents divorced when he was young, leaving him with his father who was busy working in a steel mill in what used to be the Midwestern USA.
Because of that Leon was left on his own much of the time, aside from those times when his father got him a sitter. This lack of parental supervision meant that he was able to fall in with the wrong kind of crowd,and he ended up running off to join the Burn Gang, one of the criminal groups that had sprung up following the formation of the North American Union within the UNE. He found a place in the ranks and a surrogate family, and grew good at what he did. Yet at the time he did not have aspirations of rising higher, and was content where he was in the organization.
With the war dragging on and not going well crime was able to flourish, meaning that Leon was busier than ever. Unfortunately his luck eventually ran out and he was captured by the authorities. Rather than throwing him in prison or executing him however, he was instead dragooned into military service, where he now fights for his freedom.
Personal Effects: His trusty pocketknife, with several notches in it
Skills: Aside from those required by the service (Shooting, piloting, etc), Leon is also skilled at lockpicking, lifting cars, messing with security measures and a bit of work with explosives.
Motivation: To win the war and make it to tomorrow in one piece. He was 'drafted', in actuality conscripted.
There is also the slight difficulty of some patrons probably not being amused if their former girls are picked up by somebody else. So there's a bit of politics involved.
Alicia Hayden
The light magical girl waited with bated breath to see if Scout would be successful, or if the interloper would be attacked by Thalia in exchange for her efforts. She was ready to strike back on a moments notice, fully expecting this to come to nothing. Everyone from Beacon knew the futility of arguing with someone who had fallen under their Monstrous Instinct.
It ended in a flash. Thalia turned and picked up Penny before running off, laving the assembled girls behind. "W-Wait!" Alicia cried as they vanished from sight, but it was too late. Anger flared, born in frustration with herself as she grit her teeth. Damn it, now what were they going to do? Penny was gone, and they couldn't help her if she needed it. And who knew that monstrous Transformation would last.
She did appreciate the effort though, and shot the new girl a nod. "Thanks for the help," she said as she sent her bow away. There was no need for it anymore, so far as she could tell.
As if her day had not been going well enough already, the girls who had demolished the building had not left, and instead felt like it was the best decision to demand an apology. Alicia was already not in the best of move, and frowned as she turned once again to face the duo. "You decided to approach an ongoing fight while flaring an aura like you were trying to be a badass. You have no one to blame but yourself, and I am under no obligation to provide you anything for thinking that I needed to defend myself," she shot back with barely held restraint. Maybe it would result in another fight, but at this point she didn't care.
@ShyDot@Hammerman@Majoras End
The light magical girl waited with bated breath to see if Scout would be successful, or if the interloper would be attacked by Thalia in exchange for her efforts. She was ready to strike back on a moments notice, fully expecting this to come to nothing. Everyone from Beacon knew the futility of arguing with someone who had fallen under their Monstrous Instinct.
It ended in a flash. Thalia turned and picked up Penny before running off, laving the assembled girls behind. "W-Wait!" Alicia cried as they vanished from sight, but it was too late. Anger flared, born in frustration with herself as she grit her teeth. Damn it, now what were they going to do? Penny was gone, and they couldn't help her if she needed it. And who knew that monstrous Transformation would last.
She did appreciate the effort though, and shot the new girl a nod. "Thanks for the help," she said as she sent her bow away. There was no need for it anymore, so far as she could tell.
As if her day had not been going well enough already, the girls who had demolished the building had not left, and instead felt like it was the best decision to demand an apology. Alicia was already not in the best of move, and frowned as she turned once again to face the duo. "You decided to approach an ongoing fight while flaring an aura like you were trying to be a badass. You have no one to blame but yourself, and I am under no obligation to provide you anything for thinking that I needed to defend myself," she shot back with barely held restraint. Maybe it would result in another fight, but at this point she didn't care.
@ShyDot@Hammerman@Majoras End
Goodbye Micha. You were too good for this world.
Finch @Flamelord and Alkahest @Old Amsterdam
"Sounds go-ah!" Finch's response ended in surprise as the ground dropped away, but he landed fairly well regardless. With a nod to the man he made his way up the ramp and began following the cloud of smoke as requested. Things didn't seem like they would be slowing down here any time soon and he was a bit out of his league, so best to not stick around. At least then his new ally could act freely.
The sounds from behind him indicated that he had made a good decision, as the police arrived and then there was the sound of....something. It wasn't like anything that he had heard before, and for the moment he did not regret leaving that place behind to go on his way.
For now he hurried along, keeping his eyes peeled as he watched for the guy with the lightning like he had been told. Hopefully there wouldn't be any problems between here and there.
Within moments the smoke he was following became impossible to follow, given that everything was covered in it now.
A flash of light couple barely be seen from up ahead. Moments later another flash appeared in front of Finch, still dull in the smoke, and two figured appeared.
Upon walking closer, Finch would notice the exact same suit as the last, with what appears to be lightning on their face. The white and blue apparently on something rather dark, given the lack of a view.
"Try not to blink," the man said as the other faded away, laying a hand on Finch's shoulder.
In a flash they were on the outskirts of the city.
"Wait here. I have to go back for the others," can't the curt request.
Well shit. Finch was no mind reader but the fact that smoke was everywhere now was probably not a good sign for him. He suspected his ally was still alive though, since it most likely would have vanished otherwise. But this was definitely not in the plan.
"Wonderful," he grumbled to himself, just before he saw a flash of light ahead. For a moment he thought it was just his imagination until it happened again, leaving him to assume that this was who he was looking for. Not quite as impressive as it had been made out to be, but oh well.
Drawing closer, it turned out to be two people this time, one of whom had lightning drawn on his mask or something. It was a bit hard to tell with all the dust and smoke. "Got it," he agreed, and proceeded to try and do just that as they suddenly appeared outside the city. Okay, definitely a teleporter then.
He took a few steps away and nodded. "I'll be here." He certainly wasn't going to go back into the city now.
Moments later the man returned with the man from before, and a woman in a schoolgirl outfit and a white mask with what appeared to be covered in old blood and a jagged smile and slits for eyes.
"That was bullshit. Why didn't we know she was so close to a Trigger?" The lightning man asked immediately. "That could've turned out much worse if it hadn't been you two."
The woman shook her head, looking at Finch. "Introduction. Like sun rays falling between the leaves, transparency and beauty entwined."
The telekenetic chuckled. "Don't mind her. She'll grow on you. I'm Scatterer, she's Smog, and he's Rend. You'll meet the rest when the initial missions are over."
"It's all simple, really. I'm sure you're wondering what we're up to," Rend spoke up lazily. "We're going to Ascend, and take over the place of the High bastards. Our leader holds many secrets, and he's working on creating Triggers for all of us. That'll include you, assuming you work out."
"Like the wind before the storm, leaves upturning and grass fluttering," Smog murmured. "We are the wind and the storm."
"Welcome to the Alkahest, Finch. Why don't you tell us anything you think we don't know about you already," Scatterer asked.
Finch did not have long to wait, and soon found himself joined with the man he had met before, as well as some others. They all seemed to share the same design aesthetics, which indicated that this was a bit more of a formal organization than just a social club or something. Not that he had a problem with that in the slightest.
"I see," he replied with a nod and a glance to Smog, who definitely erred on the poetic side. It was odd but not horribly so. In the meanwhile he wondered what a 'Trigger' was, since he assumed they meant Miss Edgy at the scene earlier. He'd never heard of it before, though a reason quickly occurred to him as to why that might be once the High were mentioned. Whatever it was, they had probably suppressed the knowledge of it. Same thing with this 'Ascend' really.
In all likelihood he would find out soon enough, and for now he needed to focus on the present. "Nice to meet all of you then," he replied with a nod and a casual stance as he took it all in. Seemed he was about to find some long term employment at last.
Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I have glass powers, I've got my own set of contacts to draw on in the city, opera is my guilty pleasure, and I have this bad tendency to wind up in situations where Epics try to punch me in the face a lot. I think that about covers everything."
Scatterer nodded thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to have an objection to the dress code, would you? That'd be terrible. We'll set you up with a mask soon enough, so long as you impress everyone."
Rend let out a barking laugh. "Being thoughtful and shit. Fucking Christ. Can't say much, though, considering mine was family and a tactical pick."
"Different views from the same glass, reflecting the same image in different light. We are all one, one is all, everything is nothing."
Scatterer ignored the others, continuing. "So any questions?"
A shrug came on his part as Finch shook his head. "I'm fine with it. I could use some new clothes anyway." His old ones had gotten a bit torn up from the successive fights with Epics, and perhaps a bit of a change from the cliched look would help him stand out a bit more. As they knew already, he did want to get some attention and recognition for himself.
That seemed to be the main take of things, and he had a few considerations ready when they asked if he had anything he wanted to know. "Well I would ask what this whole 'trigger' business is, but you guys were probably going to get to that anyway. Other than that, how active are things usually in this organization?" That seemed fairly relevant to know, and it was something that might not be immediately apparent either. It couldn't hurt to ask.
"Boss will discuss Triggers. It's not our information to give," Rend spoke up, sounding as if he were quoting a book.
"As for activity... We stay fairly active," Scatterer finished.
Finch let it go, honestly not all that surprised by both answers. It was what he had been expecting, and was more for the impression that he was willing to ask about things than just blindly following along. They weren't complaining, so he had to assume that it was working out.
"I see. Is it mostly in the area, or does your organization have a bit further reach than that?" It was the last question he had to ask, and once they had provided an answer to it he was ready to move on. "I think that's everything I've got." He was sure that he would find out the rest sooner or later.
"From many corners, bent at the corners to join the center mass. Each unit folding to create something greater, better, more beautiful," Smog answered.
"What she means is that we've been all over. We come from all over," Scatterer explained. "But we are here to stay."
"Like the wind," Smog nodded. "A hundred steps, a dozen strides, all lead to the same outcome."
"Alright then." Finch was still working on parsing the poems and such, but he got the general gist of it when Scatterer provided a translation. Though he was nonetheless grateful for the helping hand there even if he did not say it aloud.
With that said he looked around at the group one last time. "I think that's everything. Where to next?" He was ready to get this show on the road once more, wherever that might end up at.
"To the Metal Fortress," Smog said simply.
Rend held laid a hand on Finch's shoulder again, the other two grabbing Rend's.
Moments later they were in an unknown location, which seemed to be base entire of metal and looked like the entrance to an ancient styled castle.
"Welcome to home..." Scatterer muttered. "Explore for a bit. We'll collect you when the meeting happens. Maybe think about your mask, though one may be chosen for you. Find an empty room to take as yours, all that fun stuff."
"Sounds go-ah!" Finch's response ended in surprise as the ground dropped away, but he landed fairly well regardless. With a nod to the man he made his way up the ramp and began following the cloud of smoke as requested. Things didn't seem like they would be slowing down here any time soon and he was a bit out of his league, so best to not stick around. At least then his new ally could act freely.
The sounds from behind him indicated that he had made a good decision, as the police arrived and then there was the sound of....something. It wasn't like anything that he had heard before, and for the moment he did not regret leaving that place behind to go on his way.
For now he hurried along, keeping his eyes peeled as he watched for the guy with the lightning like he had been told. Hopefully there wouldn't be any problems between here and there.
Within moments the smoke he was following became impossible to follow, given that everything was covered in it now.
A flash of light couple barely be seen from up ahead. Moments later another flash appeared in front of Finch, still dull in the smoke, and two figured appeared.
Upon walking closer, Finch would notice the exact same suit as the last, with what appears to be lightning on their face. The white and blue apparently on something rather dark, given the lack of a view.
"Try not to blink," the man said as the other faded away, laying a hand on Finch's shoulder.
In a flash they were on the outskirts of the city.
"Wait here. I have to go back for the others," can't the curt request.
Well shit. Finch was no mind reader but the fact that smoke was everywhere now was probably not a good sign for him. He suspected his ally was still alive though, since it most likely would have vanished otherwise. But this was definitely not in the plan.
"Wonderful," he grumbled to himself, just before he saw a flash of light ahead. For a moment he thought it was just his imagination until it happened again, leaving him to assume that this was who he was looking for. Not quite as impressive as it had been made out to be, but oh well.
Drawing closer, it turned out to be two people this time, one of whom had lightning drawn on his mask or something. It was a bit hard to tell with all the dust and smoke. "Got it," he agreed, and proceeded to try and do just that as they suddenly appeared outside the city. Okay, definitely a teleporter then.
He took a few steps away and nodded. "I'll be here." He certainly wasn't going to go back into the city now.
Moments later the man returned with the man from before, and a woman in a schoolgirl outfit and a white mask with what appeared to be covered in old blood and a jagged smile and slits for eyes.
"That was bullshit. Why didn't we know she was so close to a Trigger?" The lightning man asked immediately. "That could've turned out much worse if it hadn't been you two."
The woman shook her head, looking at Finch. "Introduction. Like sun rays falling between the leaves, transparency and beauty entwined."
The telekenetic chuckled. "Don't mind her. She'll grow on you. I'm Scatterer, she's Smog, and he's Rend. You'll meet the rest when the initial missions are over."
"It's all simple, really. I'm sure you're wondering what we're up to," Rend spoke up lazily. "We're going to Ascend, and take over the place of the High bastards. Our leader holds many secrets, and he's working on creating Triggers for all of us. That'll include you, assuming you work out."
"Like the wind before the storm, leaves upturning and grass fluttering," Smog murmured. "We are the wind and the storm."
"Welcome to the Alkahest, Finch. Why don't you tell us anything you think we don't know about you already," Scatterer asked.
Finch did not have long to wait, and soon found himself joined with the man he had met before, as well as some others. They all seemed to share the same design aesthetics, which indicated that this was a bit more of a formal organization than just a social club or something. Not that he had a problem with that in the slightest.
"I see," he replied with a nod and a glance to Smog, who definitely erred on the poetic side. It was odd but not horribly so. In the meanwhile he wondered what a 'Trigger' was, since he assumed they meant Miss Edgy at the scene earlier. He'd never heard of it before, though a reason quickly occurred to him as to why that might be once the High were mentioned. Whatever it was, they had probably suppressed the knowledge of it. Same thing with this 'Ascend' really.
In all likelihood he would find out soon enough, and for now he needed to focus on the present. "Nice to meet all of you then," he replied with a nod and a casual stance as he took it all in. Seemed he was about to find some long term employment at last.
Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I have glass powers, I've got my own set of contacts to draw on in the city, opera is my guilty pleasure, and I have this bad tendency to wind up in situations where Epics try to punch me in the face a lot. I think that about covers everything."
Scatterer nodded thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to have an objection to the dress code, would you? That'd be terrible. We'll set you up with a mask soon enough, so long as you impress everyone."
Rend let out a barking laugh. "Being thoughtful and shit. Fucking Christ. Can't say much, though, considering mine was family and a tactical pick."
"Different views from the same glass, reflecting the same image in different light. We are all one, one is all, everything is nothing."
Scatterer ignored the others, continuing. "So any questions?"
A shrug came on his part as Finch shook his head. "I'm fine with it. I could use some new clothes anyway." His old ones had gotten a bit torn up from the successive fights with Epics, and perhaps a bit of a change from the cliched look would help him stand out a bit more. As they knew already, he did want to get some attention and recognition for himself.
That seemed to be the main take of things, and he had a few considerations ready when they asked if he had anything he wanted to know. "Well I would ask what this whole 'trigger' business is, but you guys were probably going to get to that anyway. Other than that, how active are things usually in this organization?" That seemed fairly relevant to know, and it was something that might not be immediately apparent either. It couldn't hurt to ask.
"Boss will discuss Triggers. It's not our information to give," Rend spoke up, sounding as if he were quoting a book.
"As for activity... We stay fairly active," Scatterer finished.
Finch let it go, honestly not all that surprised by both answers. It was what he had been expecting, and was more for the impression that he was willing to ask about things than just blindly following along. They weren't complaining, so he had to assume that it was working out.
"I see. Is it mostly in the area, or does your organization have a bit further reach than that?" It was the last question he had to ask, and once they had provided an answer to it he was ready to move on. "I think that's everything I've got." He was sure that he would find out the rest sooner or later.
"From many corners, bent at the corners to join the center mass. Each unit folding to create something greater, better, more beautiful," Smog answered.
"What she means is that we've been all over. We come from all over," Scatterer explained. "But we are here to stay."
"Like the wind," Smog nodded. "A hundred steps, a dozen strides, all lead to the same outcome."
"Alright then." Finch was still working on parsing the poems and such, but he got the general gist of it when Scatterer provided a translation. Though he was nonetheless grateful for the helping hand there even if he did not say it aloud.
With that said he looked around at the group one last time. "I think that's everything. Where to next?" He was ready to get this show on the road once more, wherever that might end up at.
"To the Metal Fortress," Smog said simply.
Rend held laid a hand on Finch's shoulder again, the other two grabbing Rend's.
Moments later they were in an unknown location, which seemed to be base entire of metal and looked like the entrance to an ancient styled castle.
"Welcome to home..." Scatterer muttered. "Explore for a bit. We'll collect you when the meeting happens. Maybe think about your mask, though one may be chosen for you. Find an empty room to take as yours, all that fun stuff."
I'd like to do a colab for Finch, if you don't mind.
Sure, I'm cool with that.
Finch
The criminal had to admit, this was getting to the kind of level that was way beyond the league he played at. But that was just the nature of Epics and Freaks. Some people got shafted, some people won the billion dollar lottery and could basically destroy a city given enough time. He was just glad at the moment that he had one of those lucky ones on his side.
"I appreciate how much you care," Finch replied with a surprising lack of sarcasm, since he could have just gone at the guy for saying stupidly obvious things. But that didn't seem like it would be all that productive at the moment.
Instead he whistled to himself, impressed both at the attack and the way that the guy basically shrugged it off before laying down the hurt on Miss Edgy, and interrupting every other attack besides. "Everyone wants to be the hero," he noted with a shrug. He didn't get it either, but with this sort of territory you had to expect that something showy would bring everyone with powers and without a self preservation instinct running to you like a moth to flame.
For the moment he hung near, and waited to see how this played out.
@Dealdric@Old Amsterdam@thewizardguy@Mercenary Lord
The criminal had to admit, this was getting to the kind of level that was way beyond the league he played at. But that was just the nature of Epics and Freaks. Some people got shafted, some people won the billion dollar lottery and could basically destroy a city given enough time. He was just glad at the moment that he had one of those lucky ones on his side.
"I appreciate how much you care," Finch replied with a surprising lack of sarcasm, since he could have just gone at the guy for saying stupidly obvious things. But that didn't seem like it would be all that productive at the moment.
Instead he whistled to himself, impressed both at the attack and the way that the guy basically shrugged it off before laying down the hurt on Miss Edgy, and interrupting every other attack besides. "Everyone wants to be the hero," he noted with a shrug. He didn't get it either, but with this sort of territory you had to expect that something showy would bring everyone with powers and without a self preservation instinct running to you like a moth to flame.
For the moment he hung near, and waited to see how this played out.
@Dealdric@Old Amsterdam@thewizardguy@Mercenary Lord
@Dealdric I would like to take this moment to point out that the tornado is not the main problem in th fight now, but rather the cloth soaked in, I dunno jet fuel or something that Guilt is currently trying to us to burn out me and Oni mask man. So you may have trouble grabbing things at the moment
Alicia Hayden
Though the sentiments were not voiced, Alicia would find herself in agreement with Scout. Things were moving too fast. Thalia struck, preventing Suwako from grabbing her friend and then launching multiple attacks. At the same time a building crumbled down, and a quick glance confirmed that it had been a magical show of power and not just accumulated battle damage.
"I don't have time for this," Alicia muttered to herself as she turned to face the girls who had just made that demonstration, who had in turn begun floating towards her. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy trying to help a friend right now so if you want to fight can it wait until later?" Even with her oath, the situation was understandably wearing down on her nerves.
Fortunately Scout was there to deflect the incoming projectile, and Alicia gave up the offensive as she dove behind cover while Thalia attacked randomly with reckless abandon. Her mind raced, trying to come up with an option for moving forwards against this opponent without killing her in the process.
But it seemed that the girl was a lot more proactive, though not necessarily in the best way. "Yes, this is a stupid idea," she replied as she held her bow low, ready to act should Thalia decide to respond to this in the manner that it deserved.
@Shifter_Master@Majoras End@Vocab@Hammerman@ShyDot
Though the sentiments were not voiced, Alicia would find herself in agreement with Scout. Things were moving too fast. Thalia struck, preventing Suwako from grabbing her friend and then launching multiple attacks. At the same time a building crumbled down, and a quick glance confirmed that it had been a magical show of power and not just accumulated battle damage.
"I don't have time for this," Alicia muttered to herself as she turned to face the girls who had just made that demonstration, who had in turn begun floating towards her. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy trying to help a friend right now so if you want to fight can it wait until later?" Even with her oath, the situation was understandably wearing down on her nerves.
Fortunately Scout was there to deflect the incoming projectile, and Alicia gave up the offensive as she dove behind cover while Thalia attacked randomly with reckless abandon. Her mind raced, trying to come up with an option for moving forwards against this opponent without killing her in the process.
But it seemed that the girl was a lot more proactive, though not necessarily in the best way. "Yes, this is a stupid idea," she replied as she held her bow low, ready to act should Thalia decide to respond to this in the manner that it deserved.
@Shifter_Master@Majoras End@Vocab@Hammerman@ShyDot
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