KillamriX88

Royal Rumble!

Rurik Alexeev
Christine Abigail
Thobias Thane
Bak Tsarevna
Samoth Moskono

@Hammerman @6slyboy6 @Bartimaeus @Gentlemanvaultboy

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With a roll of his eyes from being ordered about by Rurik, Thobias grabbed his and Christine's wrists and soon enough the three were up to the third floor.

". . . I will never get used to that," Rurik said, his stomach feeling a bit flip-floppy. He had been under the grip of adrenaline last time, but after a second go defying the laws of physics, his internal organs weren't feeling so hot. Christine could only offer a sympathetic smile.

The fight beneath seemed to have ended not long after it began. A moment later, their attention was drawn to a nearby room by someone's shout. They were looking for King, so it must have been a vigilante. While the Vigilantes were certainly opposed to Mephisto's, they weren't their main enemy, not like St. Laurel's was.

"OK, before we run into someone we don't need to, let's go. Uhh, this way..." Rurik turned in the direction of the stairs to the fourth floor. With any luck, it would be mostly empty, perhaps just a few imps and Clara.

"Oh, but I think Bak is the other way!" Christine offered "helpfully." A stomping footfall soon proved her right. Rurik pursed his lips. He had said they were gonna check on Bak. She'd just had to play the good girlfriend and pay attention to him, hadn't she?

"Good point..." Rurik said stiffly, through clenched teeth. The look on Thobias's fault told him that he too knew that Rurik had brought this upon himself. Smug bastard.

And so they went, being forced to jump over the hole first that Rurik had made, and then the other made by Andreim. Rurik feared that the floor would collapse under them, but somehow the crumbling structure held just enough for them to make their way.

They found a hole in the wall, and in the room was Bak, guns deployed.

"There, we found her. She seems fine. Right? You're good, aren't you, Bak?"

“Rurik!” She said, turning slightly toward him and giving him one of those weird half-smiles of hers. “Christine! Thobias…” She said, her voice suddenly going flat. “So good of you to come today.” Rurik was one thing, he showed up late but at the very least he bothered to show up. Thobias just showed up whenever he wanted. Bak could take measures to correct tardiness, but actual absences weren’t so simple.

“Hold on for one moment, I am just finishing something up here.” She said, and fired. The missile flew over the top of Samoth’s cover at an angle, slammin into the ground behind it.

Samoth couldn’t react fast enough. He was more focused on listening to the other voices in the hall to hear the release of the missile, or its launch through the air towards him, until it was too late at least. He barely had time to begin moving before the blast detonated directly to his left into the floor.

The explosion sent him sprawling away from his cover, turning him over as he collided with a granite counter separating the apartment kitchen from the lounging area. His focus was dashed as he collided, dispersing his glaive and knocking the wind out of his lungs from the hard impact his back took the brunt of. He knew he couldn’t win this fight. Retreat was his only option.

He looked to his left, the area of the apartment furthest away from Bak Tsarevna. But also the most open. Without second thought, and even without waiting for his lungs to refresh their oxygen supply, he spurred himself to make a mad dash for the closed window while clutching his ribs, and focusing all his attention to the space to his right, aiming to telekinetically block any attacks he could as he made his escape.

Rurik sighed. More fighting, of course. He knew Bak would get mad if he didn’t help or something. He lazily fired a bolt after the fleeing enemy student, but it seemed to disperse upon hitting something. He fired again, but with the same result. Ah, of course, a barrier. Not quite as useful as his own, but also bigger.

“Oh no, he’s escaping,” Rurik said with obvious lack of caring. Another sigh. Fine, he’d make himself actually useful he supposed. He swore he was done after this. He grabbed Thobias’s wrist, “All right, do your thing.”

“I’m not a taxi service.” For a moment the two stared at each other, both showing obvious distaste for the predicament. “Ugh, fine.” With a sudden folding and unfolding of reality, and Rurik’s stomach, the two appeared in front of Samoth, Rurik charged and ready.

BAM!

An unstable blast flew free right into the fleeing boy.

“I got hi-!” Rurik began to call out, but stopped suddenly. “I… I got… HORF!” Without further warning he hurled all over the St. Laurels boy’s feet.

“Yep. That’s enough of that.” Thobias pursed his lips and blinked away, leaving Rurik on his own, cut off from his allies.

“Uuuughhh… sorry about that. Teleporting’s a bitch to get used to…” Rurik actually apologized to his victim as he wiped off his chin. “Now, wh-” He looked up and realized his situation. There he was, sick to his stomach and off balance, and Thobias had left him. “That… bastard…”

Samoth was completely unprepared for a direct close-combat attack. The blast hit him directly in the chest, even before he could raise his arms, and knocked him off his feet. Once again what little air had re-entered his lungs was knocked out of them as he once again took an impact directly in his back. He groggily attempted to scramble to his feet, but before he could do so, he heard Rurik pause, and then wretch all over the Laurel’s feet. Samoth looked at his boots in disbelief. He narrowed his eyes as his gaze shifted from his feet to Rurik.

He synthesized a kinetic bolt, launching it directly into the rival student’s stomach. Samoth would then attempt clamber to his feet, lunging at Rurik, throwing one palm into the boy’s rib as the other arm wrapped around his torso, under his arms.

Bak growled as Samoth got around Rurik and put him in between them. Rurik would never try at anything now if this was the sort of thing that ended up happening. She tried in vain to lean around around, stepping to the left, stepping to the right, trying to get and angle on Samoth and getting more frustrated all the while as he hid behind his human shield.

She looked desperately down at her chainguns and let out a frustrated sign before her missile pod popped open again. “I am sorry Rurik.” She said apologetically. “This is rescue missile, not punishment missile.”

Rurik’s jaw dropped. Rescue missile?! “Dude. Buddy. Pal. You need to let go,” he spoke in a panic to Samoth.

“Why should I?” He said flatly. “Not a chance.”

“You heard her! She’s gonna blow us both up, and I don’t wanna be standing here hugging it out out when she does!” Rurik’s eyes flitted nervously back-and-forth between Samoth and the soon to be fired missile-pod.

“Hmm...No.” He smirked on the inside. This wasn’t exactly the best time for jokes, but it amused him either way. He tightened his grip on Rurik.

“Look I don’t even wanna be here! Just let me go and I’ll make it up to you!” Rurik skipped right to the bargaining phase of grief… Bak’s missiles hurt like hell.

Samoth pondered the proposition briefly, even though he already knew his answer.

Bak closed her eyes and the missile came whizzing out of the pod directly at them.

“Fine.” He immediately released his grip upon Rurik, giving him a abrupt shove towards Bak. He would immediately begin sprinting straight for the window, planning to dive out of it head-first while covering his face with his crossed arms.

Rurik’s eyes went wide. Even as Samoth spoke, the missile was loosed. And then Samoth of course had to be a dick and push him toward it. Fortunately, Rurik felt his ability to use his powers return immediately. More by instinct than by skill, Rurik project his shield, lifting up and sort of scooping up the missile with his shield, sending it spiraling away up into the ceiling. He then held his shield there, like an umbrella against the rain of debris that ensued.
When the chaos passed, he looked around, first at Bak, and then at the broken window where Samoth used to be. He’d escaped. Bak was surely not going to be pleased.

“OK, look, I think we can all agree that in reality this is all Thobias’s fault.” Rurik crossed his arms. Not his, certainly. It wasn’t like he had the ability to go extra fast and dodge or anything. Nope… it had been totally out of his hands. Totally.

Thobias just flipped him off.

Royal Rumble!

The Wolf

Name: Wolfram “Wolf” Koenigsmann
AKA: Crying Wolf, Rusty Knight, Sad Knight, “The Marquis”

Appearance

Age: 17

Grade: Vigilantes

Wolf is the son of a “knight,” or better put, an Arms Master. Thing is, there isn't much use for knights anymore. Not only has the world progressed past men in shining armor, but the ancient evil has been defeated and Wolf's family is riding on the last wave of renown and status his ancestors earned.

For the first fourteen years of his life, Wolf trained in his father's footsteps, but all the while couldn't help but question if he was doing the right thing. In fact, he felt he was probably wasting his time. He wasn't even a power user, what good would learning to fight do him?

Then, one day, things changed for him in a way he could never have expected. As he was simply wandering through the city, he saw a gorgeous girl perhaps a year older. It could be called nothing other than love at first sight. He had never been the most outgoing, but he felt compelled. An almost unnatural drive forced him to speak to her and express that he felt drawn to her.

Her name was Vera.

Perhaps more unusual was that she on the spot dumped her current boyfriend and said that she would date him. And, from that day forward, she was almost always with him – making his life absolutely miserable. She was controlling, insulting, needy, and aloof. She rarely showed him affection, often only enough to reel him back in for more abuse.

However, that same compulsion drives him to suffer through and stay with her. It was shortly after, at the pinnacle of his growing depression that it happened: his powers awakened. He had already begun high school, and so rather than look at a transfer to St. Laurels, he found his way to the Vigilantes, finding they quite appealed to him.

As a person, he is exceedingly polite and always wants to be helpful. Generally speaking, no matter how terrible of a day he's had, he'll go out of his way to be nice to people. While he won't often start a conversation, he isn't exactly shy. For the most part, his most negative trait is that he's a bit pessimistic... though this mostly started after he began his relationship with Vera. He also has a pretty terrible sense of humor, and many jokes will go over his head, and just in general he takes things rather literally. That said, he at least has enough common sense to not come across as an idiot even if he isn't exactly a genius.

Powers:
Core - Dark Embrace:
When deep in the throes of his most negative emotions, his powers manifest as a suit of armor that reflects how he feels. So far, he knows of two forms:

1. Impenetrable Sorrow:

Leftmost Armor

The first appears when he feels emotions that reflect sadness. This armor, in a word, is heavy. It is a massive suit of black, plated armor with a fully sealed visor. It is well insulated and little can penetrate it. Even light has trouble reaching him, which can make it a bit hard for him to see at times. It is, however, oddly vulnerable to cold.

Aside from its absurd protective qualities, it can temporarily emit a sort of gravitational field, slowing anything within five feet, with the effect growing stronger with proximity, but rapidly falling off farther away. This effect only manifests if his emotions are strong enough.

That said, he is not immune to the weight of his own armor, making him slow as well. However, the longer he wears it, the more he “adapts” and the easier it becomes to move and his offensive capabilities while wearing it increase. The only downside is that once he adapts too much, the armor and gravity field begin to weaken. Also, no matter how much he adapts, he will always be slower than normal.

2. Destructive Rage:

But Spikier

This one is rarely used, as he does not easily provoke to anger. Or perhaps he's just too smothered by depression to feel “hotter” emotions. This is a light suit of armor covered in spikes. Those who are touched by the spikes feel a burning pain. If someone should get past the armor and injure him, the armor will quickly grow more spikes where he was hurt. He can purge the spikes in a short-ranged area attack. After a short time, the default spikes will regrow.

The suit also grants him a sort of momentum. If his rage can be maintained, his strength and fury will build and build making him more vicious and dangerous... until he completely burns out and loses all ability to use any of his powers for a time. It is impossible to avoid this effect, as either his rage fades along with the armor, or he reaches his burnout.

That said, if he can survive the burnout, he can usually proceed activate "Impenetrable Sorrow" at maximum power.

First – Black Armory:
He also has learned to summon weaponry forged from his emotions. The weapons do not require emotions as strong, but do get stronger as his emotions do. If he is consumed by one emotion, it will dictate his weapon choice, but on occasion he can manipulate what he calls upon, but it is very difficult to switch from one to another.

1. Smothering Sadness: A trident and net combo, based on his sadness. The net grows heavier with his sorrow and the trident gains a paralytic effect at peak levels.

Trident

2. Violent Fury: a war-hammer with a pick. The angrier he is, the lighter it feels in his hand, allowing him to swing it harder and faster with little effort.

Smashing

3. Peon's Bane: A flamberge (serrated long sword) born when he feels strong contempt for his opponent. Strikes from it cause intense pain to and sap the strength of the target of his feelings, but the sword can barely even bruise anyone else.

That's gonna sting

4. Coward's Isolation: When feelings of terror overtake him, he manifests a war bow. When his fear begins to grip him more strongly, the arrows it fires begin to gain a weak homing effect that can even hurt the normally intangible.

Second – Consumed by Agony:

Run

Only ever experiencing it once, it manifested as black and crimson armor and a pure, black blade. The armor was ornate, but the sword simple. He felt a witness to his own actions. In the depths of sheer despair where his own heart saw fit to cease beating under the weight of his pain, it came forth. It was terrifying – but not for him.

Though it wasn't directed at her, it was the one time Vera apologized.

Third – ???:

Other:
He has his own, personal but totally mundane equipment. A pair of bracers, a simple, steel sword, and a small, wrist-mounted buckler.

Theme

Relationships:

Vera Goh

Appearance

Wolf's girlfriend. She is from a well-off family of merchants, mostly dealing in high-end machinery. She thinks the world of... herself. It's unclear what, if anything, she actually sees in Wolf. It's also unknown whether or not she has powers, or if her relationship with Wolf is purely arbitrary and coincidental. She has a very bad temper and a a bit of a crude demeanor, the worst of which is often directed at Wolf. That said, she can be downright composed and professional with others when need be, a trait learned from her family.

Aside from that, in general she is a bit eccentric and rebellious, often distancing herself from her family unless she wants something from them. Some may speculate that she uses Wolf as a distraction or escape from her home life.

She has, on rare occasion, been known to take Wolf's side if someone else sees fit to take her place and attempt to put Wolf down. Apparently she likes to reserve this right for herself. How, erm, romantic?

Note: Vera is slightly taller than Wolf.

Her Theme

Meredith:
Wolf - "Our fathers were comrades in arms, so we've known each other for years!"
Vera - *glare*
Wolf - "V-Vera?"
Vera - *glaring intensifies*

The Story

In a forest outside the great city of Rhea, two men were meeting. Both were in armor, with one of average stature and one decidedly not.

"I'm glad you called me, my friend. My sword was beginning to accrue rust. Retirement is surprisingly dull," the more average of the two spoke.

"You're late, Guntram" the other, nearly three times the first's size, responded gruffly.

"I assure you, Victor, I am ten minutes early," the first insisted. "I know how important this is to you." All he got back was a throaty grunt before the big man turned and began stomping deeper into the trees, a huge slab of metal, supposedly a sword, resting unsheathed on his well-armored shoulder. Apparently he was impatient this day. "Your armor looks a bit tight on you. Gained weight have we?"

Another half-grunt-half-growl.

"Ah, so just more muscle then..." Guntram rolled his eyes. Some things never changed, like the stone the man must have been carved from.

A feeling of unease grew as they proceeded. Their teeth seemed to buzz and the air tasted of metal. The more this feeling grew, the more Victor's thunderous pace increased. Soon, Guntram had to nearly jog to keep up with the mountain of a man's massive strides. At that pace, it didn't take much longer to reach their destination.

It was at the base of a smaller mountain; a cave set into the cliffs. The stone seemed to list away from them, allowing the trees room to grow almost right up to the cliff-side. There was no need to explore the cave before them just yet, as their target swayed out to meet them. A... provocatively dressed woman greeted them. No, not woman -- demon. Succubus.

"Ah, Victor, it's been too long," she ignored Guntram in the big man's favor.

"Not long enough for your sake." He let his sword fall from his shoulder to strike the ground, creating a tremor they could all feel shoot up their legs. "You'd have been better off not seeing me ever again. You knew who I was when you started this. I'm a fool for being tricked by you, but you're the far greater one for crossing me!"

Guntram raised an eyebrow. Victor was unusually talkative today. The demon truly had struck a nerve.

"Such cruel words! Do you not remember our time together... fondly?" The demon took a step back. It seemed she indeed knew exactly who, and what, she'd angered.

"No." Victor was icy in his resolved.

"Well then... in that case...!" The woman's arms shot out, and two glyphs burned to life on the nearby trees, one to each side of them. With a crack of crimson thunder, the trees exploded as portals opened. Wretched, lanky monstrosities crawled free. Over six feet tall and with razor-sharp claws. Ants before Victor, but Guntram wasn't blessed with such prodigious size.

Two of the seven beasts that had come forth rushed the smaller man. In a flash, Guntram's sword was pulled free and across the first's throat before it even knew what was happening. The next clawed with it's disturbingly long arms, but Guntram evaded and sliced through it's shoulder, dropping the arm limp. He was then behind it, severing the tendons in its knee next. The monster fell to it's good knee, but still twisted and reached with animal-like viciousness.

This time, Guntram simply relieved it of the limb before pulling his sword back and force-feeding it to the beast, ending its struggles.

No more had come for him, so they must have been ganging up on Victor. Of course, Guntram needn't have worried. One had been cleaved from head to waist, another impaled to the ground, but effectively cut in half by the giant sword. Even without his weapon, Victor hadn't slowed. The next two had simply been smashed by his steel-clad fists. The final was already trapped, his massive hand wrapped around its skull. It clawed futilely at the man's armor before its head was crushed like a ripe grape, leaving its limp, twitching body to drop to the forest floor.

Victor had donned his helm, leaving him a faceless, blood-spattered titan of death before the demoness.

"Bring. Her. To. Me," he commanded. The succubus's face had gone pale and she fled into the cavern. Honestly, Guntram wouldn't have blamed her if she'd never returned, but she did. She fell to her knees, a wailing child in her hands. She lifted the crying toddler high, an offering that she hoped would let her life be spared.

Victor took a step forward, but stopped. He looked down at his gauntlets, still dripping the blood of hell's creatures. He turned his head back at Guntram.

"Always so clean, Guntram." He clenched his fists, letting them drop to his sides. "Please..."

"Oh..." Guntram gathered his wits, caught off guard by the sudden request. He was seeing something quite new from the man that day. He hurried over and scooped up the child. She was big despite her age and she flailed like a fish out of water. "Definitely your child, Victor. She can't be more than three, but already my arms grow tired!" He grinned. "What do you say? A fine friend for Wolfram, eh?" He had never needed to don his own helmet, so he had to rapidly pull his head back as the child suddenly clawed at him. "Oh dear..."

"Perhaps when she has... calmed." Victor shook his head.

"So... I am free to go then, yes? You have your child, unharmed, and all is forgiven?" The succubus nodded frantically.

"No." The succubus shrunk back at Victor's answer. "A child... should have a mother."

"You can't be serious!" Guntram and the demoness spoke in dumbstruck unison at the suggestion.

"Don't be ridiculous! If I can't have my way, then I want nothing to do with that half-breed!" The succubus's true feelings bled through despite knowing better.

"A shame." Victor trod over to his sword, tearing it free from earth and hellspawn. "Guntram... how shall I explain to my daughter that her mother died in childbirth? Is there a good way to broach such topics?" He looked solemnly down at the blade, considering what he must do next...

"I... um... we-" Guntram swallowed hard, but then something caught his eye. He sighed tiredly when he saw the demoness hastily scrawling a glyph into the dirt. "Really? Is that a good idea?" He stepped over. The succubus's head snapped up, eyes wide with guilt at being caught. "Say he does raise the child alone... what do you think he'll teach her to do?"

". . .fight?" the demoness guessed.

"And?"

"K-kill... demons..." Her pupils shrunk to pinpoints. A demon-blooded demon killer. Terrifyingly effective, nigh unstoppable -- and traceable back to her. All of hell would be out for her blood!

"Cover the girl's eyes, Guntram." Victor had steeled himself it seemed.

"GAH!" The succubus screeched in alarm. She'd gotten distracted! Her glyph wasn't ready yet! She was screwed either way, though. Running was just a delay of the inevitable, but if she stayed, she was dead now! Guntram just looked down at her with a smug, knowing smile.

Unless... she... Well shit.

"M-m-motherhood! Such a wonderful thing!" The succubus laughed hysterically in terror as Victor turned back her way, hands clutched over her ample chest. "I-I've always wondered what it must be like! Such a rare opportunity!"

Victor lifted the visor on his helmet and looked at Guntram, "Oh... Good. Then the child shall have two parents." He then stroked his chin, a clanking noise as his gauntlets met his helmet, "My friend... should... I also prepare for a wedding?"

Guntram's jaw dropped. The man truly was an all-or-nothing kind of person. It seemed he really would bring the succubus home with him, "Let's, umm, let's just return home and discuss our options, shall we?"

. . .Twelve Years Later. . .

"And that's how it happened!" Meredith grinned.

"I... I... Um..."

"What the fu-"

The End

Thobias:
Wolf - "Seems like an OK person. It's a shame he seems to be squandering his good fortune in favor of having fun."
Vera - "Prick."

Kath & Christine:
Vera - "Dumb and dumber."
Wolf - "They seem like good people. It doesn't look like they've let their wealth corrupt them. Is Christine really OK at Mephisto's? And that guy she's with... well I really shouldn't talk."
Vera - "Excuse me?"
Wolf - "N-n-nothing!"

Bak:
Wolf - "Wh-what-"
Vera - "-the hell?"

Brutus:
Wolf - "It's hard to talk to him. Neither of us are talkative people, really. Wish he'd open up."
Vera - *inhale* "Boooooooorriiiiiiiing!"

Aram:
Wolf - "We both like helping people. I think we'd get along pretty well... if Vera would stop being mean to him. I'm pretty sure they hate each other."
Vera - "So easy to make him squirm."

Michael:
Wolf - "I feel like life has really gotten him down. I can relate. I wish I could help, but I don't know how to help with something like that."
Vera - "I like his paintings."
Wolf - "Vera, be ni-. . . wait, what?"

Lise:
Wolf - "She seems-"
Vera - "She's literally a princess. A sheltered little princess. Holy shit I can't even..."
Wolf - "Uhh... O-OK..."

Alexandria AKA Andras:
Wolf - "She's funny, I like her."
Vera - "Does she really think she's a demon? That's... cute... and dumb. Doesn't play the role very well though. I think I shall tease her mercilessly."
Wolf - "Of course you will..." *sigh*

King:
Wolf - "Strange, but he can really get things done. I look up to him as a leader."
Vera - "No comment. Just... no."

Alto:
Wolf - "I wish I was more like him..."
Vera - "Please no. He's so boring."

Clara:
Wolf - "She's no good."
Vera - "If I was into girls..."
Wolf - ". . ."

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Justification for his power set:
Yes, he has a lot, but he can only use one of each at a time, and can't easily (if at all) switch between them. Also, if his emotions get manipulated, it can totally screw him over mid-fight.

(Note: Vera would be the least rich rich person in this RP so far. Just fyi.)

Yoink

Appearance

Name: Vernon Gire Jester

Age: 18

Grade: St. Lucifer's School For Peace And Wellbeing; 3rd year.

Biography:

He is a bit of a distant person, when viewed at a glance. That is not to say he is anti-social or shy, however. It's simply that he's always thinking, perhaps even overthinking. This all feeds into his superiority complex as it often boils down to "who are these people and how can I prove I'm better than them?" This may or may not stem from his family ties. That said, he can shift to being downright manic if he thinks he's proven that superiority to be true.

He was born into one of Rhea's worst crime families, and so of course he ended up at Mephistos. He is from the central line, so his part of the "family" is sort of a big deal. Again, "superiority complex." And so, he's always plotting or scheming something to get ahead. When he has nothing to plot, however, his mind just tends to wander where it will to the point of almost completely disconnecting from reality. This strange way of walking through life hasn't won him much in the way of friends... but that's fine. He doesn't aim to make friends, he aims to leave victims after he's done stepping over them.

However, as an heir, he also knows a thing or two about talking his way through things. He can fake it if he has to.

Powers: Abominable: He can lower his own body temperature to an extreme degree, practically turning himself to a moving ice-sculpture and gaining a frozen aura. If he touches someone, it spreads to them. Thing is, most people aren't quite so resilient to the cold. The problem is that he needs to maintain this power. If he gets too warm for too long, it shuts down... along with all his other abilities.

• Frigid; He can create icy blasts of air that rapidly freeze and condense the moisture in the air, rapidly forming ice-balls. These blasts of instant hail hurt. A lot. The initial blast itself can also be blinding if launched into a person's face.
• Howling Winter; He can let out a scream that spreads his frigid temperatures to the surrounding area and most notably can be focused on single targets to lock them in place by freezing them to the ground. The ice is incredibly thick, but not unbreakable and melts quickly once the power stops maintaining it. As long as he is able to maintain his icy wail, he can go from target to target, trapping them. This however gets painful and exhausting before long.

Relationships:

Gilliam Dewitt: Hahaha! Holy hell, this is some Hannibal Lecter shit! Very amusing!

William Ascot: My, my. You're a true stargazer aren't you William? You captivate me like a sailor to a siren.

Cyan "Tails" Bridget: What an interesting younger man! Will need to not let him distract me from William.

Clara: Would have made a great addition to the family, but it doesn't work that way. As it is, she's just another criminal. Nothing so special as most make her out to be.

Alto: Pathetic, holier than thou ass. But William of course looks up to him, so I can't speak my mind.

King: An alien? Really? I don't even want to know...

Cassius

Name:
Cassius Germaine, Snap.

Age:
17

Grade:
St Laurels High School, 2nd year.

Biography:
The Germaine family moved to Rhea when Cassius was fairly young, his memories of his life before Rhea were blurry, far, and few inbetween. Nevertheless, his parents found jobs that jobs that paid a little more than the average and as such Cassius lived a relatively lax life. Even though his parents let him choose which school to do to, he pushed himself to be able to attend the prestigious St laurels High School.

His powers were the thing that worried his parents the most, while powerful and explosive it certainly does affect Cassius- whom now permanently dons gauze bandaged arms, and legs. A few months of tinkering with his gift, he has built up a small obsession with strengthening his powers, either through improving the power or tactical usages. As such he has built up a respectable pain threshold.

He figured the best way to improve was to enter tournaments, as such he has taken to doing so despite his parents worry. Though he really does not care much for his rankings, not minding a lost or such as long as he gained some insight on how to improve his power he was satisfied.

People generally say that Cassius is absent minded during school hours despite getting decent, above-average grades. However when he sets his mind to something that interests/fascinates him he builds up a frightening tenacity towards the goal. He has a discerning eye, being able to (usually) tell a person's disposition despite false smiles given. Other than that he is gives off a happy, if neutral disposition towards others he meets, and can be said to be agreeable in most instances. His 'dust it off my shoulder' attitude makes him a pretty hard guy to anger, usually letting alot of things go despite him being wronged.

Powers:
Combustion Inducement
He was given a blessing from the God of 'Fire', whom found it funny to have his ability harm the recipient. He has the ability to increase the kinetic speed of atoms, allowing him to ignite it at will. The increasing of kinetic speed has to stem from his body, and as such he is able to use it from any facet of his body. Explosions usually follow a straight line towards the enemy, Cassius is free to increase or limit the intensity of his powers, making a large explosion or a smaller, but very accurate, streamlined attack. An odd facet from his ability is that you can hear what sounds like a finger snap whenever he uses his powers, it is caused by the instantaneous speed at which the highly concentrated gases and sparks react together and crack. Though unnecessary, he also snaps his fingers when using his hands, earning him his epithet.

Acceleration
Cassius is able to ignite his feet, giving him massive, quick bursts of speed in a short period of time. He uses this to close the gap between his foe. It is also used for a high-speed punch or kick if necessary.

Resistant Body
His body can handle alot of punishment, whether it be from his enemies, or from himself he has the constitution that can rival the zombie-like superpowered individuals in his school. This is the result of his training of consistently using his powers on each part of his body to resist the pain when his double edged power comes into play.

All or Nothing
Cassius uses each, and every exposed part of his body to ignite everything in a radius around him. The area immediate around him will run short of oxygen, people would find it difficult to breath. This ability while astoundingly strong and deadly to his foes, it is the same to him. Though he won't go down from this ability, he will be pretty damned close.

Fuze Whips
All his other powers are suppressed and channeled through two burning whips. The whips burn down over time, and when they fully burn down he can unleash an extra powerful explosion.

Relationships:

Katherine Abigail
"Her power is very, very similar to mine. Interesting."
Cassius has a strong respect and empathy for her, as both have similar powers. He is glad that she does not have to suffer direct injury to herself, but feels a bit slighted at the fact that the powers 'given' to him seems to be the same or a very similar god yet he gets hurt with his. He doesn't hold it against her though, instead he directs it at nothing. Other than that they are very occasional powers during some doubles in official or unofficial tournaments. As such they've built up a friendship with her. He might not be aware of it but he harbours a small crush on the girl.

Ria Köhler
"Heard she's got quite a tongue, though I myself can't say much since I don't see her around often."
Other than passing each other in the hallway, or her odd appearance during lunch hours, he hasn't ever acquainted himself with Ria. As such he has not mind up his mind about her. He does think her powers are very strong, and having heard she was scouted for the vigilante group, he wasn't surprised.

Cyan Bridget
"Solid, and genuine personality, atleast I think so."
The way they met, acquainted, and eventually befriended each other was fairly non-descript, and simple. They just happened to meet each other during the lunch lane, decided to sit and eat together. Since then, if timing allows it, they eat lunch together and have random, trivial discussions about subjects such as events, school, or even their powers. In terms of powers, Cassius has vested a fair interest in Cyan's powers, thinking it to be unique and cool. He empathizes with how his ability has the power to backfire on him, expressing his sympathies.

Royal Rumble!

Name: Wolfram “Wolf” Koenigsmann
AKA: Crying Wolf, Rusty Knight, Sad Knight, “The Marquis”

Appearance

Age: 17

Grade: Vigilantes

Wolf is the son of a “knight,” or better put, an Arms Master. Thing is, there isn't much use for knights anymore. Not only has the world progressed past men in shining armor, but the ancient evil has been defeated and Wolf's family is riding on the last wave of renown and status his ancestors earned.

For the first fourteen years of his life, Wolf trained in his father's footsteps, but all the while couldn't help but question if he was doing the right thing. In fact, he felt he was probably wasting his time. He wasn't even a power user, what good would learning to fight do him?

Then, one day, things changed for him in a way he could never have expected. As he was simply wandering through the city, he saw a gorgeous girl perhaps a year older. It could be called nothing other than love at first sight. He had never been the most outgoing, but he felt compelled. An almost unnatural drive forced him to speak to her and express that he felt drawn to her.

Her name was Vera.

Perhaps more unusual was that she on the spot dumped her current boyfriend and said that she would date him. And, from that day forward, she was almost always with him – making his life absolutely miserable. She was controlling, insulting, needy, and aloof. She rarely showed him affection, often only enough to reel him back in for more abuse.

However, that same compulsion drives him to suffer through and stay with her. It was shortly after, at the pinnacle of his growing depression that it happened: his powers awakened. He had already begun high school, and so rather than look at a transfer to St. Laurels, he found his way to the Vigilantes, finding they quite appealed to him.

As a person, he is exceedingly polite and always wants to be helpful. Generally speaking, no matter how terrible of a day he's had, he'll go out of his way to be nice to people. While he won't often start a conversation, he isn't exactly shy. For the most part, his most negative trait is that he's a bit pessimistic... though this mostly started after he began his relationship with Vera. He also has a pretty terrible sense of humor, and many jokes will go over his head, and just in general he takes things rather literally. That said, he at least has enough common sense to not come across as an idiot even if he isn't exactly a genius.

Powers:
Core - Dark Embrace:
When deep in the throes of his most negative emotions, his powers manifest as a suit of armor that reflects how he feels. So far, he knows of two forms:

1. Impenetrable Sorrow:

Leftmost Armor

The first appears when he feels emotions that reflect sadness. This armor, in a word, is heavy. It is a massive suit of black, plated armor with a fully sealed visor. It is well insulated and little can penetrate it. Even light has trouble reaching him, which can make it a bit hard for him to see at times. It is, however, oddly vulnerable to cold.

Aside from its absurd protective qualities, it can temporarily emit a sort of gravitational field, slowing anything within five feet, with the effect growing stronger with proximity, but rapidly falling off farther away. This effect only manifests if his emotions are strong enough.

That said, he is not immune to the weight of his own armor, making him slow as well. However, the longer he wears it, the more he “adapts” and the easier it becomes to move and his offensive capabilities while wearing it increase. The only downside is that once he adapts too much, the armor and gravity field begin to weaken. Also, no matter how much he adapts, he will always be slower than normal.

2. Destructive Rage:

But Spikier

This one is rarely used, as he does not easily provoke to anger. Or perhaps he's just too smothered by depression to feel “hotter” emotions. This is a light suit of armor covered in spikes. Those who are touched by the spikes feel a burning pain. If someone should get past the armor and injure him, the armor will quickly grow more spikes where he was hurt. He can purge the spikes in a short-ranged area attack. After a short time, the default spikes will regrow.

The suit also grants him a sort of momentum. If his rage can be maintained, his strength and fury will build and build making him more vicious and dangerous... until he completely burns out and loses all ability to use any of his powers for a time. It is impossible to avoid this effect, as either his rage fades along with the armor, or he reaches his burnout.

That said, if he can survive the burnout, he can usually proceed activate "Impenetrable Sorrow" at maximum power.

First – Black Armory:
He also has learned to summon weaponry forged from his emotions. The weapons do not require emotions as strong, but do get stronger as his emotions do. If he is consumed by one emotion, it will dictate his weapon choice, but on occasion he can manipulate what he calls upon, but it is very difficult to switch from one to another.

1. Smothering Sadness: A trident and net combo, based on his sadness. The net grows heavier with his sorrow and the trident gains a paralytic effect at peak levels.

Trident

2. Violent Fury: a war-hammer with a pick. The angrier he is, the lighter it feels in his hand, allowing him to swing it harder and faster with little effort.

Smashing

3. Peon's Bane: A flamberge (serrated long sword) born when he feels strong contempt for his opponent. Strikes from it cause intense pain to and sap the strength of the target of his feelings, but the sword can barely even bruise anyone else.

That's gonna sting

4. Coward's Isolation: When feelings of terror overtake him, he manifests a war bow. When his fear begins to grip him more strongly, the arrows it fires begin to gain a weak homing effect that can even hurt the normally intangible.

Second – Consumed by Agony:

Run

Only ever experiencing it once, it manifested as black and crimson armor and a pure, black blade. The armor was ornate, but the sword simple. He felt a witness to his own actions. In the depths of sheer despair where his own heart saw fit to cease beating under the weight of his pain, it came forth. It was terrifying – but not for him.

Though it wasn't directed at her, it was the one time Vera apologized.

Third – ???:

Other:
He has his own, personal but totally mundane equipment. A pair of bracers, a simple, steel sword, and a small, wrist-mounted buckler.

Theme

Relationships:

Vera Goh

Appearance

Wolf's girlfriend. She is from a well-off family of merchants, mostly dealing in high-end machinery. She thinks the world of... herself. It's unclear what, if anything, she actually see's in Wolf. It's also unknown whether or not she has powers, or if her relationship with Wolf is purely arbitrary and coincidental. She has a very bad temper and a a bit of a crude demeanor, the worst of which is often directed at Wolf. That said, she can be downright composed and professional with others when need be, a trait learned from her family.

Aside from that, in general she is a bit eccentric and rebellious, often distancing herself from her family unless she wants something from them. Some may speculate that she uses Wolf as a distraction or escape from her home life.

She has, on rare occasion, been known to take Wolf's side if someone else sees fit to take her place and attempt to put Wolf down. Apparently she likes to reserve this right for herself. How, erm, romantic?

Meredith:
Wolf - "Our fathers were comrades in arms, so we've known each other for years!"
Vera - *glare*
Wolf - "V-Vera?"
Vera - *glaring intensifies*

Thobias:
Wolf - "Seems like an OK person. It's a shame he seems to be squandering his good fortune in favor of having fun."
Vera - "Prick."

Kath & Christine:
Vera - "Dumb and dumber."
Wolf - "They seem like good people. It doesn't look like they've let their wealth corrupt them. Is Christine really OK at Mephisto's? And that guy she's with... well I really shouldn't talk."
Vera - "Excuse me?"
Wolf - "N-n-nothing!"

Bak:
Wolf - "Wh-what-"
Vera - "-the hell?"

Brutus:
Wolf - "It's hard to talk to him. Neither of us are talkative people, really. Wish he'd open up."
Vera - *inhale* "Boooooooorriiiiiiiing!"

Aram:
Wolf - "We both like helping people. I think we'd get along pretty well... if Vera would stop being mean to him. I'm pretty sure they hate each other."
Vera - "So easy to make him squirm."

Michael:
Wolf - "I feel like life has really gotten him down. I can relate. I wish I could help, but I don't know how to help with something like that."
Vera - "I like his paintings."
Wolf - "Vera, be ni-. . . wait, what?"

Lise:
Wolf - "She seems-"
Vera - "She's literally a princess. A sheltered little princess. Holy shit I can't even..."
Wolf - "Uhh... O-OK..."

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Justification for his power set:
Yes, he has a lot, but he can only use one of each at a time, and can't easily (if at all) switch between them. Also, if his emotions get manipulated, it can totally screw him over mid-fight.

Be gentle.

(Note: Vera would be the least rich rich person in this RP so far. Just fyi.)

Royal Rumble!

Rurik Alexeev

@Hammerman @6slyboy6

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Rurik's arm was still held aloft, pointing, as suddenly Vittorio just sort of flew by, screaming Alto's name like a spurned lover. Rurik only blinked in confusion, lowering his gaze, arm still held up and momentarily forgotten, to see that indeed there was a confrontation brewing below with Alto present.

Rurik finally lowered his arm.

"I'm starting to regret waking up this morning," Rurik grumbled. He had been looking right up the hole in the ceiling, it had been impossible for him to miss that Vittorio wanted them to follow him down to fight Alto, or at least those by Alto's side. Screw that. Vittorio's stupid revenge plot was his own problem. Rurik was barely on board with Clara's plan as it was. He didn't want to be there at all to begin with.

"Forget about those two, Christine. Thobias is taking us up to the next floor. We, uhh, need to check on Bak. Yeah..." He gave Thobias his most stern look. "Right, Thobias?"

Royal Rumble!

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Rurik Alexeev

@6slyboy6@Dezuel@Hammerman@Crowvette@Bartimaeus@rawkhawk64@RoflsMazoy@Letter Bee

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Kath glanced at Thobias as he appeared through the portal. He knew the boy from family dinners where his father and her parents would bring the kids. They’d play together, but those times were gone. None of them were as charming and cute as they were before, and their parents hardly find use for them in meetings. Not like they’d wanna go either way. She flinched at Thobias’s remark, and her rage got a new meaning when she saw him peeking at her sister’s pants. It was Christine’s fault for not wearing even a bloody skirt, but this didn’t give Thobias a damned right to peek at em. “Argh, why you bastard. If you like the color so much, I’ll sear your tongue black for those words once I’m finished with Rurik!” She turned back to Rurik once again, ready to come to blows. “It’s time to dance. I’ll break you into the rhythm.”

Rurik’s face actually went a little pale at Christine’s “encouragement.” It seemed she would be no help at the moment, and somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to ask for help more directly. Although, how did one get more direct than “help me?” Oh well…

Rurik faced off against Katherine. It seemed he had no choice. But he could always try to be “diplomatic.” He held up his hands, as if trying to ward off a hungry dog. His palms felt like they were being sunburnt.

“Look, Katherine, is this really necessary?” Of course it wasn’t, but it was going to happen anyway. Any hope of calming her down had fled thanks to Thobias’s little stunt, not that there’d had any to begin with. That said, maybe he could buy an extra few seconds to charge up some extra potent bolts. “I mean, really? Beating up your sister’s boyfriend in front of her? Not a good look, especially for a high-class lady such as yourself.” Lady was really stretching it. “Also… I’m just really sick of hearing about it from you.” His expression hardened suddenly. That had been enough time.

BLAM-BLAM!

Bolts away.

Rurik’s little speech had left Kath only more eager to beat him to submission. She was ready to jump any second, waiting for the right moment. She knew Rurik wouldn’t be so stupid as to talk to her in such a “friendly manner” without a plan, so when he shot the bolts it came as no surprise. Kath dashed to the side, evading one of the bolts but having to block one with her arms. It stung, but the adrenaline numbed the pain into oblivion. “That’s it, you’re finished.”

Kath closed the gap between them with a quick hop, immediately followed by a sidekick from her right leg, sweeping it in front of her.

Rurik grimaced at how quickly she'd closed the gap. Clearly he should have made stronger bolts.. When on the warpath, Kath was basically a force of nature. Also, it was unbearably hot being that close to her. Gross. He ducked under the kick and rolled backwards to clear some distance again, all the while charging up more energy. He was going to need multiple direct hits to even slow her down.

Actually, just firing off bolts was probably a waste of energy. He took a deep breath, and immediately regretted it due to the burning sensation it caused in his lungs. That said, he, perhaps surprisingly, stopped and stood still, arms up in a defensive posture. He was normally not known for one to stand and fight, especially against someone like Kath, but in this dilapidated hallway, he had little choice…

Thobias who had been observing the events so far, and also mourning the loss of a perfectly good afternoon, stepped forward, putting his hands on Rurik’s shoulder. It took quite an effort to walk up to him, as the stream of heat coming from Kath was mind-numbingly effective as a deterrence. But Thobias wasn’t gonna let his schoolmate become a punching bag for an Abigail, no matter how strong he was. “You're gonna want to close your eyes.” Thobias watched as Kath readied for a punch, her furious gaze burning with otherworldly fire. Must’ve had a rough day. Kath usually doesn’t go into full gear, because of certain disadvantages. But when she does, she’s a terrible nemesis, with unmatched speed and power. Too bad Thobias had a reaction time like no other. “Toodles darling.”

Before Kath’s punch could reach them, Thobias teleported across the hallway nonchalantly, bringing Rurik along with him. The temperature here in the turn was much more bearable, almost cold compared to Kath’s burning aura. “Rurik I’ve a plan to cool this hothead down, but I need you to distract her while I conjure another portal. That okay?”

Meanwhile Kath turned around, fixated on getting the better of the two. “You’re not gonna get away with this Thobias.” Her face was calm, but her eyes spelled fury. She put her palms together and channeled her inner fire into them, releasing it as a beam of plasma spiraling towards Rurik and Thobias.

“Is pissing people off your specialty or something?!” Rurik exclaimed, not that he was one to talk…

Rurik’s face was more serious than normal, but not in the “I’m into this fight” sort of way. It was more of a “I’m stressed and feel like I’m about to die” sort of way. He had no choice now but to throw up his shield. The plasma beam reflected off, arcing through a wall and tearing a charred gash into it and probably igniting any furniture on the other side. Kath was gonna burn the place down around them at this rate. He had to shut off the beam and fast.

He grit his teeth. Shield or not, the heat from the beam of plasma was penetrating the shield and threatening to melt the skin from his palms. He angled the beam back towards Kath, directing it right at her face. He didn’t expect it to hurt her, but hopefully it would distract her or throw her off balance. It’d definitely blind her if nothing else…

The searing plasma directed back at her didn’t exactly please Kath. by the time it reached her it was mostly dissipated, but it was still as if someone blew wind in your face. It didn’t hurt her, but it was annoying enough for her to care. She turned her head away first, but it was no use: the stream of heat was messing up her focus. Beside, she felt as her temperature was seeping away slowly. She pulled her palms away from each other to stop the beam.

Kath turned back, frowning in anger and biting her lower lip. She shook her arms, approaching Rurik with slow steps. “Now you’ve really pissed me off.” Her steps left charred marks on the floorboards, and her shirt and skirt waved around like flags in the wind. That was when she had noticed: her shirt began to slowly peel away from the heat.

Stupid fabric. She’d have to finish this quick or else she’d be naked as a firstborn by the time it is over. Her rational self cried out, hoping that it would stop the pointless rage. But there was no response. As she inched closer to Rurik and Thobias, her steps became faster and faster until she was running straight at them.

Thobias wasn’t quite done just yet. His eyes were closed and he had his mind set on a place where he wanted to portal to, but it wasn’t exactly clear. If he messes this up, he might risk not being able to surprise Kath again. It seemed like she was focused on Rurik for the moment, but who knows when her tantrum will turn against him. He opened his eyes and spotted Kath running towards them, fists ready to break bones. “Couple more seconds Rurik, and I’ll cool her down.”

Rurik took a moment to enjoy the slightly cooler air before Katherine began her charge once more. He rolled his eyes at Thobias’s words. Yeah, sure, he’d just go ahead and continue doing everything. Whatever he was planning had better work.

Rurik sighed as Kath closed in. He really hated using his Burst. He hardly ever did. Hell, most people didn’t even know about it. It wasn’t that it was hard to do, so much as it was just annoying. It required him to, you know, actually move. But standing still was sort of an extremely terrible idea right now.

He decided to compromise. As Kath’s first punch flew, he used a sort of “mini-burst” and he was able to quickly lean out of the way. To an observer, it looked like he just had really, really good reflexes. Thanks to Bak, he actually kinda did, but they weren’t that good. At his normal speed, Katherine would have torn him apart at that range.

And so it went for the next punch, and the one after that, and even a kick or two. He should have done this the last time he fought her, it would have hurt less…

That said, she was a much better fighter and-

“Fu- OW!” Rurik stumbled. She hadn’t hit him dead on, but her fists were so damn hot that just a graze across his cheek hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Well, that was fine, he hadn’t been planning on just dancing around with her. It was hard to do while constantly expending energy on his bursts, but he’d been gathering up one more attack all the while. He let the next attack come and he spun around past her to end up behind her.

He aimed his palm at her back and unleashed. KA-BANG! It sounded more like a gunshot this time, an overcharged bolt that had lost all stability and just exploded out as a torrent of raw energy. After barely two feet it would have lost most of its punch, but he was a lot closer to her than that…

Punch after punch, Kath had finally managed to hit Rurik. A simple graze is all, but the smell of burnt skin reinforced her resolve. Each punch grew more and more powerful as her heat sapped by the beam returned to her. Rurik couldn’t possibly hold up against her much longer. She launched her elbow towards Rurik, hoping for a quick knockout, but the he dodged out of the way, right around to her back. Kath spun on her heels, hoping to connect another punch, but a powerful blast interrupted her, throwing her backwards.

She had felt something hit her, but she blanked out from the force of the blast, coming to lying on the ground. Or was it? For a moment she totally forgot about Thobias, but she could definitely hear his groan of pain. She located the source of the sound quickly: the blast had thrown her into Thobias, who was now lying beside her. And looking at her.

“Oh, hey Kath.” Thobias wasn’t prepared for Rurik’s move, and when Kath bumped into him it threw him off balance. So there he was now, burning heat in his side, face-to-face with Kath as they both lied on the creaking wooden floor. He waved with his hand, and then blinked away just in time to avoid a nasty punch aimed at his head. He re-appeared behind Rurik with a frown on his face. “Rude, Kath, I took you for an elegant woman. Perhaps you need some medicine to calm you down?”

Kath stood up slowly, both her body and fist leaving marks on the floorboard. She felt blood in her mouth and on her lips. He couldn’t quite protect herself from the blast, but her body handled the sudden acceleration well, draining from her power to shield herself. She swiped the back of her hand along her mouth, cleaning it from blood. After a moment of silence she turned away and spit out some blood on the floor. “The only remedy I need is for you to shut up.”

Once again, she began to approach Rurik, her hands raised in front of her like in the ring. This time, she wasn’t messing around.

Thobias knew this well too, so he decided it was best to fall back and let the two lovebirds fight it out. With a quick blink he appeared next to Christine, enjoying the company of the pretty girl and the cool, fresh air that her body radiated outwards. He was so close to finding the right position for his portal when Rurik’s reckless assault made Kath bump into him. This time, he’ll be staying behind.

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Lise and Andreim

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Lise shivered. ‘Just how close is he to me? What about personal space?!’ Andreim was close enough that she could feel his breath on her ear. She shook her head, reorganizing her thoughts that had been scrambled from the sudden contact. Lise had seen enough of the the fight to understand the situation now. The team seemed pretty scattered, so at this point the best option was to stick to the plan. Which was going up a level, after Samoth. However, she had a more elegant solution to ascending than Andreim had considered. It wasn’t really anything he could be blamed for, after all, a commoner probably wouldn’t consider the unique benefits of having domestic servants. Lise nodded to one of her shadow maids, and with a single movement the maid scooped her up in a princess carry. “I’m going now, Andreim.” Lise remarked with a wave. The shadowy servant took off in a run, bounding up through the hole in the ceiling.

"I'll be right with you." Andreim gave her in reply.

'Fate has guided me to you and with you I will be… until my dying day.'

Andreim thought to himself as he watched as Lise was lifted up to what he hoped was a safer place. Samoth better not screw around up there or there would be pain to be had.

The shadowy servant which Lise had commanded to carry her up had left Andreim with some admiration of her being a capable princess, he also realized he had unwittingly underestimated her and he was disgruntled by that.

Though even more so he wished he was that shadow servant carrying her!

The battle was going on furiously on behind them, Katherine, whilst powerful had a limit to her power. Especially when facing off against three of the school of Mephisto.

They had to hurry to get up behind them in order to pin them in. Hopefully Samoth would get there first and deal with them. Whilst there was prestige in beating these ruffians, whom he himself would had been part of, would fate have dealt him a different hand.

My main objective has been and still is to safeguard Liselotte.

"Hold on for a little bit longer, Katherine!" Andreim yelled as he moved over to where his water powers were and then he lifted himself to the floor above to stand next to Lise. Looking to her.

"W-we've gotta go and catch up with Samoth. He must have already went down. Stick close to me okay? We cannot waste time with anyone else on this floor unless we have to or Katherine will be in trouble... more trouble. We cannot help others before we help ourselves to where we need to be. Let’s go."

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Rurik sighed, he’d thought Thobias had a better reaction-time than that, but it was what it was now. Unfortunately, that meant he had to distract Katherine… again. She was advancing, but not as quickly this time, but she looked a lot more serious now. He wasn’t sure what level of anger and malevolence lay beyond “murderous psycho rage,” but he didn’t want to find out.

He held his hand out like a claw and unleashed a barrage of small bolts from his fingertips, like a battery of machine-guns. They barely held the force of a rubber-bullet, and Kath was more resilient than the average person, but he didn’t need to hurt her, just slow her movements and make her an easy target. Of course she’d push through, but if she was pushing through, then she wasn’t charging through...

Kath approached Rurik with slow steps, designing a plan of attack in her head. With each and every step, a clearer image formed in hear head. An infallible plan that would Rurik out of commission before Thobias could help him. The closer she got, the more projectiles Rurik launched at her. She raised her hands in front of her to shield herself from the weak attacks. Each of them stinged ever so slightly, but they were barely enough to affect her. She kept pushing on, her steps creaking on the decrepit wooden floor…

Rurik timed it carefully. The next indomitable footfall from the burning girl hit the floor. Rurik quickly took aim with his other hand and fired a full-sized bolt-

CRACK One of Rurik’s stronger projectiles hit the ground below her, and the old flooring gave in, her lug plummeting a few inches before it hit the concrete base. “Dammit you obnoxious dick!” She swore at Rurik as she tried to force her leg out. Pipes, cables and broken wood were all in the way, so she tugged her leg harder and harder. The floor creaked, and was starting to give away.

“Are you freaking ready yet?!” Rurik shouted over his shoulder to Thobias. Kath wouldn’t let even that stop her for more than a few seconds. She’d soon tear herself free and Rurik was running out of ideas…

Thobias just watched as the floor gave away below Kath, her leg disappearing ankle high in the opening. He glanced at Rurik with an unamused face, putting on a rather nonchalant expression. “Yes, I’m freaking ready if you’re so interested.” He messed around with his shirt for a second, straightening it slowly. Upsetting Rurik was a paramount goal of this maneuver. In fact, I’ve been ready for some time. Didn’t want to interrupt your fun with Kath.” He winked at Rurik and then focused his attention back at Kath. Damn, she was almost out of the hole. “I’m sorry Kath, I’ll buy you a coffee or something after this.”

He’d had a pretty clear idea from the beginning on what he wanted to do against Kath. It took him one “cool down” pun to realize that it was exactly what he was gonna do. When he was small, he would spend a month or two every summer at his summer’s lakeside cottage. Nice big lake in the mountains and a cozy cottage. More like a mansion, but that’s not important here. Important thing was that the lake was fed by a glacier. Cold AF, Thobias already learned not to jump in it back then. He’d show Kath what he learned. He focused on the ice cold lake’s surface, and a portal begin to manifest itself it. He could feel the cold surge of water enter the dimensional weave. And the other end? He opened his eyes and made sure it was placed right above Kath.

The rumbling sound of water filled the hallway as hundreds of litres of water came falling through the portal, chilling the air and cooling down Kath. At first it was steamy, but then the bubbling ended and the air definitely cooled down. Thobias left the portal open for another second and then closed it to stop the water flow. Where Kath was previously stuck in her otherworldly rage, she now laid on the floor absolutely drenched in cold water. She looked absolutely different from the girl that was standing in her place a mere 10 seconds ago. She almost looked defenseless. Almost. Thobias turned to Rurik, a gleeful smile on his face, his hands on his hip. “How ‘bout that. I’m sure that cooled her head. I hope it was a chilling experience.”

“Yeah, it was real… cool.” Rurik hated himself for falling into that pun, but it was too late. Ugh, his socks were wet now. But there was one last thing to do. Just before the portal had dumped half a lake on them, he’d seen one of the St. Laurel’s students jump to the third floor. And, judging by the footsteps he heard above them, they were just about right over their heads. Rather, more importantly, over Katherine’s head.

Thing was, Rurik wasn’t sorry, and he wouldn’t be buying her any coffee, “Not a good look for you Kath. I think you could use a friend or two!” He was, however, a rather spiteful person when properly incensed. He aimed his hands up at the ceiling over Kath and… let out an annoyed sigh. She wasn’t moving. Thobias hadn’t just put her out, he’d knocked her out.

Rurik grit his teeth. Kath had been a thorn in his side ever since he’d met Christine. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but not like this. Just Christine’s name passing through his head set him straight. He remembered she was right there. Fine, he’d behave.

A little. He pulled some loose change out of his pocket and scattered it across the floor between him and Kath. The students above had now passed over Kath… and right above his little trap. He unleashed hell. Bolt after bolt, like a hole-punch. Up above, it would have been chaos. The floor suddenly exploding, splintered wood filling the air.

One particularly intrepid bolt may have even made its way up Lise’s dress… only to rip its way free, tearing mercilessly through the fabric.

Thobias rolled his eyes as he saw the bolts fly up. Splinters flew around the hallway, and after one of them hit his face, he felt bad for Kath. She was already KO’d, no need to make his drenched clothes get full of sawdust. In the blink of an eye Kath disappeared from her previous spot, and was now in Thobias’s arm who was carrying her. He walked up to Christine. “I believe this angry twin sister belongs to you.” He put her down gently on the floor next to Christine and then walked back to Rurik.

Meanwhile, the floor above buckled and groaned, already beginning to give way and start its tumble down. With a final bolt smashing through the last, stubborn support beam, the section of floor opened up, depositing students and debris back onto the second floor.

Rurik stared down at them, his annoyance with how the day was going clear for all to see. He lifted his hand and gave them a quick wave, “Bye.” He still needed to take his frustration out on someone.

BA-BANG-BOOM! the coins he’d thrown earlier detonated, pulverizing the floor beneath them. Oh, they weren’t just going back one step, but two. At the very least now Clara couldn’t tell him he hadn’t pulled his weight.

“Ugh, the next fights are yours, Christine. I’m tired,” Rurik groaned. “Thobias, do your teleport-y thing and get us out of here. I don’t feel like jumping.” He pointed up at the hole he'd just made in the ceiling. The imps were still out there somewhere, and Christine's wall probably wouldn't last forever.

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Rurik Alexeev

@Hammerman @6slyboy6

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Rurik pursed his lips, stress beginning to gnaw at him. It seemed like Katherine was in one of her moods today. She was always annoying, but sometimes she also got murdery. Today she was definitely murdery. He turned his head toward Christine, hoping maybe she could deal with her psychotic sister.

"Any chance you could-" he began, but suddenly Thobias. Rurik had to blink his surprise away at the teleporting boy's unexpected appearance. And then he frowned at his... comments. Oh, he for sure agreed with the assessment of Katherine, but...

BLAM! A blast flew by Thobias's head, ruffling his hair from the close proximity.

"Ah... Thobias, it's only you. You should be more careful, it's not safe to surprise people like that," Rurik spoke in a deadpan -- he'd fired the blast long after the surprise had worn off. "I'd hate for you to end up with a concussion..."

If people flirted with Christine, he didn't care. Either she'd break up with him or she wouldn't. If people happened to notice when her "skirt" flipped, he didn't care. It was her fault for not wearing anything. Buuut if some idiot flew out of a random portal, stuck his head between Christine's legs, and proceeded to provide color commentary... well... his hands might slip.

Rurik once more faced Katherine, noting that she wasn't alone. He grimaced, for, even with Thobias they were outnumbered now. What should he do? Take Katherine's challenge? He could possibly stand up to her, he had been holding back quite a bit last time they fought, but that only meant she hadn't had to go all out either. Even if he was able to win, there were still the others, and while the hallway wasn't exactly cramped, it didn't give him that much room to maneuver. He'd never pull it off unscathed.

"You know, Katherine, show and tell is great and all, but you usually end up showing off a lot more than you should. Maybe we should take a rain check..." He was starting to sweat from the massive amount of heat the girl was throwing off. He took a step back, but it didn't make a difference. His head whipped around to Christine and, by proxy, Thobias. Help me! he mouthed.

He probably wouldn't get too much from Thobias, but maybe Christine would fight in his stead. She liked fighting, right?

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Rurik Alexeev

@Hammerman @6slyboy6

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Rurik sighed, staring at the ice-wall. He was glad Christine had pulled it off in time, but... now what? Sure, he could easily get past the wall, but why would he want to? There was a hoard of imps over there. No, they'd have to find another way up.

"Welp... let's get going. They'll get through eventually, and I don't wanna be here when they do," he told Christine. They didn't have to go far. Rurik stopped at the doors of the elevator. He pressed the button out of curiosity, but it accomplished nothing. "You know, I think most elevator shafts have ladders. Just gotta get the doors open. Shouldn't be hard." He cracked his knuckles and wormed his fingers into the seam between the doors. HNNNNNGGKGK! It barely budged. GRRRRRR! Still nothing.

". . ." he stepped away, looking annoyed, but glanced at Christine who'd just witnessed his failure. Thankfully, his face was red from the effort of prying... thus hiding his embarrassed blush. He may have felt slightly emasculated. "So I'mma just blow it up, then, K?" He placed his palms against the door, but then began hearing voices echo down the hallway. "Wait... dammit, they're here, aren't they?" Rurik looked back the way they'd come from. The St. Laurel's students, and not the ones they were looking for, had caught up it seemed.

Oh. Oh no...

He recognized one of the voices.

Fucking Katherine.

Back to blowing up the doors then. Quickly. Before the footsteps he heard approaching rounded the corner and-

"Ah, shit..." Rurik hissed under his breath before he gave up and turned to look down the hall. Too late. "Hello, Katherine, so... lovely to see you again." The derision in his voice betrayed the forced smile on his face. He was really, really bad at dealing with Katherine, especially in front of Christine. There was no love lost between him and the literally hotheaded girl, but he tried to fake it at least a little in front of his girlfriend.

It had all come to a peak when he'd had to fight her in a tournament. Before long, he'd realized fighting her was difficult and painful and had just given up. It had ended with a punch to his jaw that had come dangerously close to shattering it. So, yeah, he didn't want to do that again. Win or lose, polite or rude, there was no nice way for him to deal with that girl.

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OK, so the machinery doesn't make her tall, just bulky and heavy. K.

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And as for Clara, all I had pinned down were long hair and red eyes, but those'd be optional I think? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyway, her height is sort of significant to me though. She'd be taller than Bak

@RoflsMazoy

Wow, she must be really tall-

but she'd be about even with Alto I'd imagine, maybe slightly taller.

@RoflsMazoy

(sorry, couldn't find a smaller picture...)

OK, so maybe I just missed it if it's been stated to be otherwise, but I always imagined Bak being one of the tallest characters in the RP, if not due to Bak's innate height, then because of the fact that she's basically a f***ing mech at this point. So, since it's been brought up and her profile doesn't offer any clues, I will ask. @Gentlemanvaultboy, how big is robogirl?

And are we saying that, regardless of how they compare to Bak, that Clara and Alto are both very tall people?

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Yeah, as le potate said, demon-behind-her Clara gets my vote. The last one is really cool too, but the demon one matches my mental image of her.

"Playful" old Mephisto is my vote there. Running from IRS is my second choice.

I like the man of action King, seems to match the energetic vibe I get from him.

And I have no real opinion on Alto. I feel like in my mind Clara was always blonde, and Alto being light based makes blond make sense for him as well... but then we have overlap. I hate overlap. Personal pet peeve. Sure other characters can be blond, but two leaders? TOO MUCH OVERLAP! REEEEE! But the other options don't fit in my mind, so sure, blond. Personal favorite for you it is.

So hey, me and the potato agree on at least two of them?