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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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Welp, we lost Vale, time to burn the shirts and ties and travel to Vacuo =P I have to say though, Cinder raises some valid points.

@Forsythe

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Points that wouldn't be problems if she hadn't spent a lot of time making bad stuff happen to build up tension.

EDIT: Though the idea about a synthetic army disguised as people might be valid

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Good God, this new episode! I'm speechless.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

Echo Marine, Albus Alliquam, Tawne Adagio

What started out as a mischievous smirk developed into a smug shuckle and finally culminated in a raucous guffaw.  Over the course of a few moments, Tawne proved less and less able to contain his mirth as what began as an experimental joke culminated into hijinks worth of a true master of the art of sabotage.  In fact, the sophomore could not even look at the screen without cracking up, however composed he managed to make himself.  Finally, he called out across the hotel room, "Albus!  Get over here and get a load of this!"  He span his laptop around neatly on the smooth wooden desk so that the faunus could get a good look.

Albus was finishing homework. Writing on two seperate sheets of paper that acted as notes. " Alright- Alright. " He chuckled, sliding of the chair and quickly jogged over to Tawne, " Awww~ Why are you doing this without me! " Albus pouted, his elbow resting against the chair. 

Leaning on his crossed arms, Tawne tapped the edge of the computer, inviting his friend to figure out the story for himself.  "There's no time to waste when it's time to evil-do!  The evil that I do do.  Check it out: you remember Star Colony, right?  Well, these new guys just made a little base on the server, and I dropped by to give 'em a little 'welcoming present', heheh!  It looks like a doormat, but it's really a pitfal trap full of dust bombs.  I've already killed two of the suckers!  You shoulda heard them over the voice chat.  So pissed off!"  He whirled the laptop around and set his dextrous fingers dancing across the keyboard, like an artist on his loom.  "What's next, do you think?  Falling anvils?  Tripwires?  Ooh, I know.  I'll lead a monster inside."

He intently looked at the screen, trying his hardest to focus, " Hmm...this is a hard one. I'd suggest rigging a bomb to a signal chest. Put something you least need in it. And bam! You have the most basic trap. " Albus couldn't think of anything else at the moment. Homework was more important to him at the time. 

An uncharacteristic surge of panic crossed Tawne's face.  His steady tapping of fingers on keys swelled to a fever pitch, and he cried in mock, "Wagh!  I've been found out!  One of the admins is running after me!  I mean, it's only been like, thirty minutes.  I'd figured he was either blind or ramming a few too many hotpockets into his piehole.  No, no, no...!  Aw, what a gem.  Kicked from the server for the day.  The fun police strikes again!"  A few clicks of the mouse exited out of the game and back to desktop.  Tawne leaned back in his chair, not at all perturbed by this turn of events.  Sunlight filtering through the blinds caught his eye, and with a start he realized he'd forgotten breakfast.

" Really? Again? Do I have to make more apologization emails to the server owners?" Albus laughed lightly, standing up straight and his hands sliding down into his pockets as he watched. There wasn't much he could do right now, his eyes were baggy from lack of sleep. Albus wanted to do more, but obviously his father wanted him to score the highest in Beacon. He couldn't fufill two wishes at a time, " I need to do my homewor- "

An abrupt slam of the bathroom door cut Albus off.  Echo appeared in casual clothing, her still-wet hair neatly poofed.  "What're you two bozos yakking about?  More bullying people online, you bully?"  She grabbed a yellow bandana and tied it with deft precision around her hair.  Tawne shrugged nonchalantly, casual as ever.  "Studio wouldn't have put pressure pads and retracting panels in if they didn't want 'em used.  Besides, if I were you, Ech, I'd be a lot more worried about your newest viral video.  Shower scenes are all the rage on Dank.com."  He grinned and rose to his feet.  Echo, who knew her teammate merely jibed her, rolled her eyes and pulled the bow tight.  "You'd know."

Sighing again, Albus rubbed his head and walked back to his desk on the other side of the room. More focused on his homework as...usual? His grades had been declining and Albus tried to focus but with such rowdy friends that was almost impossible. He couldn't have the fun he liked but at least he was with the people he cared about. "Echo! Don't-...do anything right now. I am busy and-...and I need to do my homework."

The bluenette cast Albus an incredulous look.  "I hope 'don't do anything' doesn't include breakfast.  Crunch numbers if ya like; I'm gonna go eat.  Finish quick.  Today's the big day.  If we're gonna pull off Plan Beat we need at least one more rehearsal, all four of us.  Ya with me, Tawne?"

She turned to look at him, but found the bespectacled lad only a few inches away.  With a laptop powered down, a chair pushed in, and a stomach a-rumbling, Tawne was the spitting image of ready.  "Nope.  I'll need at least two hours."

Albus frowned, and after a moment of intense thought piped up with, "I'll stay here."  No sooner than the words come out of his mouth, his teammates vanished, leaving Albus to the privacy of the hotel room.  Even such a mundane place held great promise on a day like this, though.  While they might not look it, no member of BEAT could be more amped about the chance to represent Atlas in the tournament of all tournaments, the Vytal Festival.  Albus took in the silence of the room...for once it was quiet. Though he had felt uncomfortable without the comfort of others nearby. He grabbed the books next to the computer and jumped onto his bottom half of his bed. 

Meanwhile, the two Atlesians met their first obstacle only moments into their trek for breakfast.  Tawne insisted that they patronize the nearby pancake house, Mad Stacks, while Echo argued that they'd be able to rendezvous with their team leader at a noodle shack.  "You nuts, Ech?  Burg's a big girl, she can handle herself for a little while out in the real world.  Knowing her she'd be too busy trying to eat her way into immobility to even acknowledge we exist.  Mad Stacks is where it's at."  He leaned against the hotel doorway, hands resting idly in his pockets with one of his feet stuck behind the other.  Still not adjusted to the full sunlight, he waited for Echo to stop glaring at him.

She obliged, though only after remarking through pursed lips, "We have pancakes all the time, doofus.  We still gotta wrap up the plan.  Noodles or no noodles, Burgundy will get it.  There's a lot ridin' on us today."  Regretting having to give up on pancakes but well aware of how productive an attempt to change his comrade's mind might be, Tawne pushed off the building at set off into the bustling festival grounds, Echo right alongside.  "No pressure though," he sneered to no-one in particular.

In short order, the pair arrived at the noodle stall, homing in on a waterfall of luxuriant scarlet hair.  Tawne and Echo seated themselves on either side of Burgundy, effectively trapping their leader between them.  Sure enough, the girl had already eaten enough to satisfy a family or two.  Naturally, Tawne wasted no time pointing this out.  "Geez, Burg.  I really am surprised you aren't a blimp by now.  Must have God's own metabolism."  He signalled a staff member.  "One udon.  Please."  He cast an eye down the stall, spotting a black-haired girl in gray nearly as gluttonous as Burgundy.  The three individuals around her also caught his attention, and a logical realization ensued.  Whistling, Tawne received his udon, and remarked to his friends, "Those four are too unique-looking to be normal.  Figure they're competitors?"

Halfway through a bite of soba, Echo followed his eyes.  Rather than spending time pondering or not, she slurped down her food and said aloud, "Hiya.  Hmm...group of four, cool threads?  Y'all competing in the Vytal Festival tournament?"  For the moment at least, these new faces interested her more than running over a plan with Burgundy, not that the redhead had finished stuffing her face.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

“No, really. That's very interesting. Please go on.”
-Tawne

Keyboarder

Name: Tawne Adagio

Team: BEAT

Birth Date: August 31st

Age: 18

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Designation: Sophomore Student at Atlas Academy

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In Depth Appearance: Tawne is of slighty above average height and physical condition, giving him a wiry frame. Long, nimble fingers give him admirable dexterity. His face sports a cleft chin, green eyes, and a rounded nose. Tawne's hair is nearly platinum blonde, practically sun-colored, and very bright. It falls to about his chin, but is commonly kept brushed back. His green eyes match the green-tinted panes of his black glasses.

Tawne's favorite clothes for times of action are loosely ceremonial, and vividly colored except for a loose black undershirt. A yellow-range mantle hangs down his front and back, kept in place by a wrap around his neck. A gray scarf with an intricate, white, curvy design serves him as a belt. On his arms and feet are leather vambraces and boots of the same style. Deep red pants complete the ensemble.

Weapon: Sticky Keys is a weapon both comically brutal and gloriously inelegant. This bizarre armament combines a keyboard with a butcher's cleaver, its single huge blade jutting out from the instrument's forward side. Handles exist at both the top and bottom of the weapon for strategic gripping, though the top one hides a special feature: a trigger for the double-barreled shotgun embedded in the weapon's top. Never meant for accuracy or delicacy, this shotgun serves as a powerful deterrent to anyone believing the cleaver blade to be easy to get around.

Semblance: Tawne's semblance, Spinout, comes into effect with anything in his vicinity that starts to spin, be it a ball, a weapon, or himself. Spinout enhances the spin, increasing speed and force while stabilizing trajectory, all of which ramp up over time. For instance, Tawne can throw a ball and have it fly perfectly straight, then grind into a target. He can perform enhanced lariats, rolls, tornado throws, and even hurricane kicks. Spinout derives from his tendency to be either brash or crazy in trying times, and to put a unique spin on whatever comes his way.

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Personality: In essence, Tawne tends to play by his own somewhat loony rules. He's intelligent and quick-witted but with a snarky and sarcastic bent, quick to make jokes about and trivialize things that might matter to others. He views taking things too seriously as 'tryharding', and anathema to fun--which is what truly matters to him. Tawne loves a good time, whether playing games, making music, or fighting. Despite his general acidity and brashness, he actually does really enjoy hanging out with others, and will work tirelessly to return kindness to those who show it to him. To those close to him, he is equal parts irritating and inseparable. When things get tough, Tawne tends to go nuts, acting with a rather manic vigor. While possessed of a decent self-esteem, Tawne is intensely self-depreciating, though whether this is a joke at his expense or at egotists' few can rightly say. Despite his cynicism and slight kookiness, Tawne is kept firmly on the side of justice and goodness by his spirituality.

Place of Origin: Canopy, Atlas

History: In the city of Canopy in Atlas, a couple with no desire or need to marry became a family. From an early age it was evident that Tawne took after both the keen intelligence of his mother, the banker Saffron, and the creative wisdom of his father, the pianist Gormon. He also displayed an inability to mesh with other children, often driving them away with his sharp sense of humor and sometimes hurtful bluntness. Nevertheless, he exhibited an endearing kind of annoying, and his parents loved him. Other adults often felt surprised to see the compassionate and helpful side of the boy who often needled their children in school. Tawne, meanwhile found the fulfillment in religion that he did not get from other kids; it was spirituality that inspired him to do the best he could in life.

During his education, it became clear that Tawne delighted in music as much as his father, but rather than take an interest in finance he found satisfaction and creative potential in combat. As such, the government moved him into Atlas Academy when the time came, and there he found both a blend of his two passions and a few individuals who really understood him: his teammates. Tawne continued to devote himself to the rigors of education, though never abandoning his cuttingly jovial nature.

Noteworthy Relations: Tawne is fast friends with his teammate Albus. Though the two are vastly disparate in a variety of ways, they have formed a powerful bond of friendship, pretty much brothers in arms. Working together remarkably well, they are ideal partners both in music and in battle, able to coordinate attacks for maximum effectiveness and humiliation. If some sort of prank is going down, you can be sure that these two aren't far from it.
Echo and Tawne represent a compromising clash. More than anyone else on the team, and often more than anyone else they know, Echo and Tawne butt heads on the smallest of issues, seemingly just for the sake it. Since day one, each has treated one another like a sibling, with a great deal of understanding and care veiled behind an equal but much more visible quantity of teasing, calling out, and competition. Both strive to be the 'big brother' of the relationship.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

<Snipped quote by Raijinslayer>

Still working on the mask and super suit

@greywolf375

On another note, here is my new character:

“No, really. That's very interesting. Please go on.”
-Tawne

Name: Tawne Adagio

Team: BEAT

Birth Date: August 31st

Age: 18

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Designation: Sophomore Student at Atlas Academy

-=-=-

In Depth Appearance: Tawne is of slighty above average height and physical condition, giving him a wiry frame. Long, nimble fingers give him admirable dexterity. His face sports a cleft chin, green eyes, and a rounded nose. Tawne's hair is nearly platinum blonde, practically sun-colored, and very bright. It falls to about his chin, but is commonly kept brushed back. His green eyes match the green-tinted panes of his black glasses.

Tawne's favorite clothes for times of action are loosely ceremonial, and vividly colored except for a loose black undershirt. A yellow-range mantle hangs down his front and back, kept in place by a wrap around his neck. A gray scarf with an intricate, white, curvy design serves him as a belt. On his arms and feet are leather vambraces and boots of the same style. Deep red pants complete the ensemble.

Weapon: Sticky Keys is a weapon both comically brutal and gloriously inelegant. This bizarre armament combines a keyboard with a butcher's cleaver, its single huge blade jutting out from the instrument's forward side. Handles exist at both the top and bottom of the weapon for strategic gripping, though the top one hides a special feature: a trigger for the double-barreled shotgun embedded in the weapon's top. Never meant for accuracy or delicacy, this shotgun serves as a powerful deterrent to anyone believing the cleaver blade to be easy to get around.

Semblance: Tawne's semblance, Spinout, comes into effect with anything in his vicinity that starts to spin, be it a ball, a weapon, or himself. Spinout enhances the spin, increasing speed and force while stabilizing trajectory, all of which ramp up over time. For instance, Tawne can throw a ball and have it fly perfectly straight, then grind into a target. He can perform enhanced lariats, rolls, tornado throws, and even hurricane kicks. Spinout derives from his tendency to be either brash or crazy in trying times, and to put a unique spin on whatever comes his way.

-=-=-

Personality: In essence, Tawne tends to play by his own somewhat loony rules. He's intelligent and quick-witted but with a snarky and sarcastic bent, quick to make jokes about and trivialize things that might matter to others. He views taking things too seriously as 'tryharding', and anathema to fun--which is what truly matters to him. Tawne loves a good time, whether playing games, making music, or fighting. Despite his general acidity and brashness, he actually does really enjoy hanging out with others, and will work tirelessly to return kindness to those who show it to him. To those close to him, he is equal parts irritating and inseparable. When things get tough, Tawne tends to go nuts, acting with a rather manic vigor. While possessed of a decent self-esteem, Tawne is intensely self-depreciating, though whether this is a joke at his expense or at egotists' few can rightly say. Despite his cynicism and slight kookiness, Tawne is kept firmly on the side of justice and goodness by his spirituality.

Place of Origin: Canopy, Atlas

History: In the city of Canopy in Atlas, a couple with no desire or need to marry became a family. From an early age it was evident that Tawne took after both the keen intelligence of his mother, the banker Saffron, and the creative wisdom of his father, the pianist Gormon. He also displayed an inability to mesh with other children, often driving them away with his sharp sense of humor and sometimes hurtful bluntness. Nevertheless, he exhibited an endearing kind of annoying, and his parents loved him. Other adults often felt surprised to see the compassionate and helpful side of the boy who often needled their children in school. Tawne, meanwhile found the fulfillment in religion that he did not get from other kids; it was spirituality that inspired him to do the best he could in life.

During his education, it became clear that Tawne delighted in music as much as his father, but rather than take an interest in finance he found satisfaction and creative potential in combat. As such, the government moved him into Atlas Academy when the time came, and there he found both a blend of his two passions and a few individuals who really understood him: his teammates. Tawne continued to devote himself to the rigors of education, though never abandoning his cuttingly jovial nature.

Relations with other Players: Tawne is fast friends with his teammate Albus. Though the two are vastly disparate in a variety of ways, they have formed a powerful bond of friendship, pretty much brothers in arms. Working together remarkably well, they are ideal partners both in music and in battle, able to coordinate attacks for maximum effectiveness and humiliation. If some sort of prank is going down, you can be sure that these two aren't far from it.

Extra: My semblance would be sneezing at gale force winds.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

@greywolf375Those person has my approval, since we've already discussed the semblance, and Silme's respect.

My idea is that these two have a long history having fought each other, and sometimes together when the thugs or some Grimm corner them, numerous times over their respective career, and they only know each other by their aliases.

@Raijinslayer

That reminds me of this:

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Hotel

@Burthstone

Slightly amused by Luna's manner, Fleo exhibited utmost patience as she waited for her to speak. When she finally did, the dusty woman suppressed a giggle and replied in monotone. ”Hello.” She said nothing further, but stared rigidly at Luna. A few more moments passed before the Iron Enigma member's next comment. Fleo nodded slowly, her eyes closed as if to ponder her new acquaintance's remark. ”Thank you.” Clasping her hands together in meditation, she awaited more insight from the astral wizard.

She did not expect Luna to erupt into a stream of apologies and self-corrections. Memories of this girl returned to the dusty woman quickly. Fleo raised both eyebrows and kept them elevated throughout the discourse, but as soon as Luna ran out of breath, Fleo jumped in. ”Dude. Girl. It's fine. Playing rough is part of the Games. If someone didn't want to get knocked around a little, that person shouldn't have signed up. That's why I'm not in the Games. Amelia's alright, and we'll let her know how sorry you are. More than half the Grand Magic Games is expressly meant for people beating other people up; don't kick yourself over doing a good job.” Luna seemed to be acting like Phoenix Wingers would hurt her badly in revenge for beating Amelia. It made Fleo feel terrible to have other people afraid of her. Perhaps it was because of how some of the members were acting so far? Phoenix Wing never really lost any of the one-on-one confrontations except for Amelia's after all. And doubtlessly Luna realized how brutal some of the Wingers fought. ”Hey, don't be scared. We can get a little excited sometimes, but we're not just gonna stomp you for no reason.” The dusty woman rose to her feet, hands now clasped in front of her waist.

Jillian Suede – Frenzy Camp Center

@Caits

Jillian shook her head, going tsk tsk tsk. ”Don' know how to try? Jus' listen to the music and start movin'.” She waited while he rocked back and forth on his heels. Evidently he absolutely did not want to participate, but some compunction kept him from refusing outright. When he finally asked if she might show him what to do, she developed a broad smile. ”I thought ya'd never ask, hon.”

Spinning about, she waddled into the dance area, listening for a moment to the merry, fast-paced song currently being performed. After that, she put her arms up and began to sway to the left and right, moving her arms and head together in the opposite direction, and snapping along to the beat. The opportunity lay before Gabriel to leave his insecurity behind, get out of his comfort zone, and try to fit in; or, he could slink off back to his tent, leaving Jillian out in the cold and the rest of his supposed allies behind.

Nero the Genie – Crocus Shopping Center

@liferusher@lmpkio@oblivion666

Nero listened, arms crossed, as Malice defended herself before ultimately making a wish. Hearing her desire made him beam, for he liked no wish better than one for power. To judge by her face and manner, she did not at all believe him capable of granting this want, never imagining that he might have a spell exactly for the purpose of augmenting magical power. ”Pff! Easy peasy! There's a million ways to accomplish this. I could make you six and a half feet tall, muscular enough to give a lot of men a run for their money, or give you a massive boost to your magic. Missie, your wish is my command!”

Before he could get any further, Sayatachi cut in. It truly tickled him to see a flash of irritation cross her face. In fact, the way she sighed reminded him of a certain, exaggeration-inclined guild master he'd had the displeasure of running into. However, the flamboyant-haired councilwoman voiced a wish as well. ”Nooooo problem! Malice, dearie, we'll talk about your wish in a little while. Man am I famished! Alrighty...” He put his hands around his eyes like goggles and turned in a full circle, saying in a robotic voice, ”Scanning...scanning...scanning for fancy...” As luck would have it, he spotted a sufficiently frou-frou gourmet restaurant only a few hundred feet away. He reached down and swept Ayame onto his shoulders before grabbing the hands of both Malice and Sayatachi. ”It's not instant, but it'll be fast! Hi ho, silver!” Nero took off at top speed in the direction of the restaurant, arriving with the ladies in only a few short moments. Letting go of all three, he grinned. ”Wish granted!” Executing a mock bow, he held the door open for the three.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Looks like the contest is just about over...?

A New World of Gods (closed go to chapter 2)

No sooner than the unending gloom of the underworld come into view, the battle begun. Moving away from the group of the Merged, whose side it regrettably took, Aforgomon found itself assailed by the Greek god of wine and revelry, Dionysus. The face of the typically jolly deity twisted and contorted itself in a boundless anger, but the Great One knew that the hatred that consumed him originated from another, insidious entity altogether. Dionysus threw himself forward, growing larger to match his foe as he did, seeking to crush Aforgomon beneath him. Ever wily, it shifted into another dimension, allowing the drunken god to fall through him. It stepped to the side then and faded in again, swiping its noisome claws in the direction of flailing Dionysus. The shambler knew already that I would not seek to end the lives of these corrupted beings, if such a thing could even be done. An unknown period in places beyond might serve to cool them off—to distance them from the dark god whose power held them in his grip. A rift of light tore open beneath Dionysus, and he plummeted into the empty world where Artemis resided.

Next, the god of the seas attacked it, attempting to penetrate its body with steely tines. Aforgomon could not react quick enough to prevent a wound, but its already diluted presence prevented the attack from spilling its vital fluids and pushing it into a rage state. The Great One stretched out its hand to send Poseidon to a similar fate, but even in this form the brother of Zeus commanded great power and cunning. He buoyed himself up on a fount of water, easily resisting the pull of dimensions. Poseidon lashed out with his trident, sending miniature, sharp-edged waves to cut into Aforgomon's manifestation. Displeased, the Great One hopped backward, its ungainly stature unaccustomed to sudden, manic movement. Poseidon, knowing the necessity of getting a proper hold of the elusive shambler, tapped the butt of his trident into the ashy ground. Pools of water formed instantly, from which stretched the barbed tentacles of his favored leviathan: the Kraken. Aforgomon responded by cutting into the gaps between dimensions and releasing from those radiant wounds tentacles of its own, gelatinous and writhing things to contend with the limbs of Poseidon's beast. Each being devoted their full strength to their respective creature, attempting to grapple the other. More and more water flowed around Poseidon, however, and Aforgomon's presence only waned in a protective instinct. The tense duel favored the god of the seas more by the second.

Never would any kin of the cosmos be alone, however. Even as Poseidon's Kraken ripped the sinews from its own tentacled horror, Aforgomon's jagged mouth yawned open, and the whirling void within cast a rippling, chaotic luminescence into the murky dark. In its memory arose foul, starving beasts, neither quite doglike nor quite sluglike, whose tireless hunts emanate from the angles of time. A nearby outcropping of rock that sported a sharp edge began to pour forth a smoke even more noxious than the fumes of the underworld. Then, from that corner, a head poked through. It seemed oddly like a closed flower, though pitted by holes, through which the crimson glow of vicious lust could be seen. The body emerged then, its four limbs askew, and like a nighttime predator the Hound of Tindalos attacked. Poseidon cried out as a veined proboscis pierced his body, draining the ichor. His focus died, and the Kraken retreated, but before he could suffer any more Aforgomon banished him to the empty world. Confused and disappointed, the Hound turned about to crawl back into the corner, ready to hunt its target across time and space. Aforgomon, however, lashed out with a foot and crushed its spine. As long as it could move, a Hound would never cease its hunt, so to preserve the life of Poseidon the Great One deigned to kill its own servant.

The Hound grew still and melted away into smog, leaving Aforgomon alone.

RWBY - Only the "Finest"

Alright than, we potentially have full teams for every kingdom.

We can have Mikoto go under cover to make Vale's M.A.S.K

Minstrel will have D.E.V.L once Mr.Pink is done with Lapis

We have four volunteers for Atlast

And four volenteers for Vacuo.

Leaving me, Pyro and Logu. Us three can simply form a team of our own and I'll create an NPC to be our last member should we not be able to find one. I don't care what kingdom we're in, Jimmy can be from anywhere so changing that doesn't really matter.

Are there any problems with this idea?

@Kouki

I'd be happy with that, but don't forget Chronothesis and QuattuorSiivet, who voiced an interest in joining last page. We could very well have one of them rather than some NPC. Once the four players are decided, we can retire to a PM to create a coherent team.