Raijinslayer

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

@ZarkunLogically, that's true, but considering who Argus is as a person is what keeps me from doing just that. He'd think that doing such a thing would be over-stepping his boundaries at this point, plus Grim is feeding him a lot of resentment towards the guild as a whole, so that is also a reason he might go to the guild master, for fear of saying something that leads to them believing he can't be saved, and thus ending him right there. I think the main problem here is that Argus doesn't see most of the guild members as people he can trust yet, as Joakim's speech made him feel more like a prisoner trying to hold off his execution than anything. I'm certain that wasn't the intent, but to someone like Argus, I don't think it's to strange for him to feel that way and get rather paranoid about what he can or can't do as a result of it.

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

Posted a post, and I'm wondering as to whether I should have Argus actually approach the guild master or Zander about the guild mark thing, or just simply have him wait until it happens. In his current mindset, he might go either way, depending on how much it gets to him.

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

Argus Leandros

"Huh," Argus eloquently responded, so lost was he in his head that he didn't quite here Sayatachi at first. After playing the question back in his head, however, he quickly responded to the inquiry with a more subtly flippant attitude. "Oh, it's nothing really. Just still a bit anxious about being in a guild, since it'll be my first time being in one. Been a bit of a lone wolf up until this point, so I'm getting the jitters is all. No need to let me bother you with such small things"

Argus continued to follow the woman south, hoping that she wouldn't pry too much further into his issues. As they walked, however, he couldn't help but feel voices in his head, whispering about how they didn't want him, how they were only keeping around to dispose of him later. You're nothing to them. They didn't even give you a guild mark, and yet the other woman got one her first day there. They could've given it to you that night as well, but no, they instead went right into labeling you as a thing to be feared. And you didn't say anything about it, just standing there like a good soldier while they looked at you like a monster. A Demon.

Shut up. . . Even in his own mind, his voice was weak and frail. He cursed his own pitifulness, and his self-hatred only grew as he felt the satisfaction of his darkness grow with every word he spoke, obviously enjoying the havoc it was wreaking in his head.

Hmmm, you'd like that wouldn't you. You're stuck with me, fool, all the way to hell. But for now, I'll give you just the slightest bit of peace. After all, your suffering is always the most concentrated after you've had time to recover. Just remember what you've become, Argus . . . because they won't.

The presence of his magic left his mind, but the seeds of distrust that it had sewn within the former slave's heart did not. While this clash of wills had gone inside his head, Argus had grown rather silent and somber, the negativity that Sayatachi had been feeling only rising for a bit before seeming to vanish completely. However, Argus' mood didn't seem to improve much, as he just let out a sigh.

"We almost there, cause I just . . . I need to sit down."

@Lmpkio

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Mr Allen JAlex is done, will add Dynamics later.

Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory

Basic Information

Name:

Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory, but he prefers to go by Alex

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Reference pic because I'm garbage at description

Damian has grown a bit taller since his time at the academy, now standing at an even 6 ft and weighing in at around 172 pounds or so, a little on the heavier side of what's to be expected but he attributes that to some weight added on by his prosthetic arm. While he's technically a mix of Native American and Irish, most people wouldn't be able to tell. From his long jet black hair, to his tanned skin, to the structure of his face, he seems to have gotten most of his looks from his mother, the only thing he really seemed to have gotten from his father were the greenish tinge that spread out in a sort of starburst formation from the pupils of his hazel eyes, and a faint dusting of freckles along the bridge of his nose and upper cheekbones.

His body is pretty lean and, thanks to NEST training, somewhat muscular as well. His torso, however, is a mess of scars, both surgical and strangers ones that seem almost like someone had scrapped skin from his body, leaving slight depressions in his skin. He also has these surrounding his eyes as well, but he starts everyday by hiding them with cover up to avoid questions. He hates having to use make-up, but he'd rather not get into discussions about how he got said scars if possible. That being said, the discussion comes up anyway when people see his prosthetic right arm, so it's always a question of why even bother most days. He tries to hide it by wrapping it up in bandages, but that only brings up more questions, making it a never-ending cycle of futility, though that's never stopped him from trying.

His usual attire is nothing fancy most of the time, usually just a light jacket over the long sleeve shirt, some worn blue jeans, and regular black shoes. When he's on duty, he wears the basic Nest uniform. He wears a pendant around his neck, a simple one that has a piece of amber that's been shaped into a horn. It's the only thing he has to know his mother by, and treasures it dearly because of that.

Skills/Talents:

He's a programmer and a gamer, never having worked out a day in his life that wasn't part of a school curriculum. He also likes to draw from time to time, and has gotten rather good at it since his time at the academy. That being said, he still doesn't consider himself as being that good more often than not. He's also gained some skills in hand-to-hand combat thanks to his Nest training, as well as some marksman training. He's decent in both, but more skilled in the latter than the former.

Brief Backstory:

Alex lived with his father in the city of Verthaven, with his father being a highly respected member of the community and just the two of them living in two-story house in Union-Point hills. He had only the faintest memories of his mother, who had died before he could remember. He had never been told how his mother died, and while obviously curious once he became old enough to become aware of that fact, he never could bring himself to ask his father. He had always felt a deep sadness in his father, one that always seemed to grow whenever his mother was mentioned.

He discovered his affinity with Technopathy when he was around 7 or 8, when his dad found him flipping channels on the T.V. just by staring at it. His father was so happy that he didn't even care that earlier that same day, he'd been suspended for getting into a fight with another student. 'Ah, You've just got a temper is all, just like your mother. Haha, she would've killed you for this, but before worrying over you like a fussy hen over her eggs.' It was one of the few times he'd ever heard his father speak about his without any sadness in his voice. It was only years later that he'd find out why his father was so elated, beyond fatherly pride that is.

4 years come and go without major incident, with Alex's father trying and failing to teach him how to use his abilities due to the differences in how they functioned, until one day when disaster strikes. As the son of a prominent Meta-human doctor, it was an inevitable conclusion that he'd eventually be targeted, yet it once his father never felt the need to plan for. he felt that with NEST and the police on the look out for the gangs and terrorist that'd try to go after his son would never be able to make it. His over-confidence in the government's capabilities was misplaced, however, as Alex was kidnapped on his way home from school by the ever mysterious Hands of Science. He and some other carefully selected Meta-humans of all ages and classes, were to become test subjects for a weapon the notorious group had created through their research, an insidious device that caused a Meta-humans cells to begin the Ashing process. The test took place in the Ghost Town, away from prying eyes and all Alex could do was watch in horror as dozens of people were killed in cold-blood, fading away until there was nothing left. Not every execution went off without a hitch, however , as some were only partially turned before the Ashing halted, leaving only half-living corpses in their lace. As he stared down the barrel, facing death as it began to charge an the end coming ever nearer, he prayed to god for some miracle to save him from death. But soon, all he could feel was pain as the world exploded around him .

It wouldn't be for another 4 years, at the age of 16, that Alex would finally open his eyes again, though he'd be quick to realize they weren't the ones he was born with. His sight was too crisp, too clean,, his eyes felt heavy in his head. Only half-thoughts could form as he looked around, only to be suddenly engulfed by his father in a extremely tight hug as he sobbed hysterically, tears flooding down his face, which had aged so much that it startled him. Over the next few months, ALex would be told of how NEST found him and the other surviving Meta's after noticing an odd level of power fluctuations in ghost Town. They arrived on the scene immediately, soon discovering the building the test were being held in and busting their way in. They found Alex along with the few other survivors, his body rapidly beginning to break down as the process began. He had been rushed to the hospital, where his father himself had operated on him, doing everything he could and more to save his son's life. He succeeded in the end, but not without severe consequences. Alex's eyes and arm had suffered catastrophic damage and had to be removed completely, as well as his brain and heart suffering from serious damage that left him comatose and tied to a machine. Many saw Alex as a terminal case, with little chance of making it through anymore, and told his father to just pull the plug and end his suffering. His father promptly told those people that they could take their opinion and go fuck themselves with it, before heading off to his labs, determined not to lose the only family he had left. It had taken years of work, research and pushing himself to the limits of his ability for him to become the man he is today, a pioneer in prosthetic technology, and more importantly, the man who gave his son back his life.

The next two years have been spent on physical therapy, as his muscle had atrophied due to disuse over the years, and also making sure everything was functioning properly. Once his father deemed him fit, as his recovery was sped up through the use of his father's other machines, his father decided it was time for him to learn how to use his abilities and how to control them, especially his rage-based ones, in order to prevent this kind of event from happening again. In truth, his father wanted him to have his powers suppressed to eliminate the danger entirely, and Alex was tempted to do so as well, but then his father told him of how his mother died, using her power, which was a similar form of emotional manipulation only more focused on defensive use than offensive, to save his father from an attack from a powerful Meta-human criminal. She had never really made use of her powers before, seeing no need to, and while it was strong enough to save many, many lives, the strain was too much for her to handle and she Ashed away right in front of him. Alex didn't want to lock up his power, he didn't ant to live in fear of it. Knowing of his mother's sacrifice, he felt as inspired as he felt saddened. He wouldn't allow himself to be but in that same situation. He learned first hand that danger always comes when you least expect it, so he at least wanted to learn how to fight back. HIs father was against it at first, but once he saw the stubborn look in Alex's eye that was so much like his mother's, he couldn't resist and gave in. He worked some added safety measures into his arm and sent him of to Academy 218, hoping that he made the right choice.

At the academy, he'd initially have his doubts about how well he'd be able to actually relate with his fellow students, as he was there for very different reasons than most of them, but in the end he found his fears to be mostly unfounded. He got along with people, made friends, enemies, and just livd his life as best he could. It was pretty fun . . . until the academy was suddenly attacked. The lights went out, people were screaming, and there was nothing but chaos and mayhem through out the school. Amidst the action, Alex somehow found himself facing off against one of the intruders, barely being able to hold him back until they called a retreat, and almost pushing himself to asking again from the process of not only defending himself, but some other students that had gotten caught in the cross-fire.

After the incident, Alex's mind was more set than ever on what he wanted for his future, and what he needed to learn if he were to accomplish his goals. He swore that that would be the last time he found himself so helpless against another person ever again, and as soon as he was able, he signed up to join NEST. TO say the transition in life style from somewhat spoiled rich kid to NEST cadet was jarring is quite the understatement, and Alex would be lying if he said that he didn't feel like he just wasn't met for this kind of work at times. But he pushed those thoughts to the side, and kept on pushing, and after he got over his first hump, the rest came to him with moderate ease. While still a cadet, he's been assigned to an officer in New Riviére for some on the job training, to learn the ins and outs of the field from a professional.

Power Information

Power Class:

Super-System, Cerebral

Power:

Technopathy: This is an ability he inherited from his father, though instead of gaining control of the hardware like his father, his son has a more intimate connection with technology. He doesn't command them so much as ask them to do what he wants, the download and uploading of data in and out of his head being more like a conversation than a strict process. The software, the coding and programs that form the synapses of the technology and tell it what to do is his domain. This allows him to interact with the tiny constructor drones in his robotic prosthetic, guiding their movements and actions with remarkable ease, as well as the queen, which were built by his father. The drones and the arm are made from a experimental metal alloy that has been infused with Meta-human energy, making it resistant to the abilities of other Metahumans.

Alex main use of this Technopathy is focusing more on his true passion: Coding, with a focus on game design to be precise. With his ability, there are very few computers and technologies he can't coax into giving up their secrets, if he ever decided to get into the hacking field(not to say he's never hacked before, of course, but he's done it very rarely). Also, thanks to the fact that his eyes are now all machine, he can create a form of HUD display in which he can actively scan and get a read out on a particular piece of technology, a program he created using his powers. He's done several such programs for his arm as well, from making it have capable of being a wi-fi hotspot, creating a few gigs of space using constructors in order to store his music, to even setting up a holographic display(a device he kinda hacked out from his dads files) around his arm, so he can do things like watch tv, get the time, surf the web, etc, etc

Cybernetic Enhancements: After losing his right arm, eyes, and nearly his life the first time he lost control of his powers, his father, a powerful Technopath and a highly regarded doctor, immediately set to work helping his son to recover. The drive created from his need to help make sure this event never happened again drove his powers to new heights, allowing him to control technology down to it's base materials, and from those, created entirely new technologies that previously wouldn't be thought easily possible. With this new power in hand, he slowly but surely began to work on advanced prosthetics, a slow and steady process of over 5 years and numerous prototypes where his son was the main test subject. Eventually, he was able to get them to their current level of aptitude.

Along with the arm, he also has a cybernetic eye replacements, allowing him to see as normal, though they are capable of scanning people vitals(which causes his eyes to change like so when activated) and if they are suffering any injuries on their person or exhibiting signs of heighten electrical activity(so he knows who to stay away from), a symbiotic heart implant, as that was also dangerously damaged during the event and was the first thing that his father worked to create, as he likely wouldn't have made it past the age of 15 without it. There are also a few others that help make sure that everything else in his body stays functional.

Along with having all of the functionality of a regular arm, is also has an array of offensive and defensive tools incorporated into it, as well as some more luxury-features that Alex later added in with his own abilities. These include a decent amount of enhanced strength and durability(more so in the later than the former), allowing him to lift people much larger than him with ease and take a blow from Meta-humans with super strength with barely a dent in the casing. His shoulder and part of his torso has been reinforced and fitted with advanced shock-absorbers, so as to minimize the damage that such actions and impacts would have on the rest of his body. The arm also has a built in taser, so along as someone comes is in physical contact with the arm, they'll be in for a world of hurt, and this can be used at a range by having his drones build darts to launch at his foes.

The drones themselves are phenomenal works of engineering by his father, able to make anything from bed sheets to high powered laptops and even greater than that as well, as long as they have a blueprint coded into the software. On hand, Alex has about every blueprint one could ever need for the luxury items in his life, but he also has a cool little tool that he kinda begged out of his dad, who also repurposed it for less emergency based needs. Basically, Alex can summon a force field that has three modes:Comfort, Personal defense, Group Defense. In more detail, he has a device in his arm(that he can also make for others using his drones) that can cover him in a field of modified Meta-human energy, using him as the battery. In comfort mode, it basically keeps him warm and protection him from air and waterborne hazards by filtering them out or simply blocking them, as well as keeping the temperature around his body relatively comfortable in regards to his surroundings. The field is completely invisible and fits solely around his body, almost like a second skin. Personal defense mode makes it a bit more visible, as it forms a malleable oval that bends and contorts in conjunction with his body, and provides moderate level of protection from physical attacks, and a noticeably better protection from elemental based attacks. This is what he uses in a fight and to keep his heart from immediately getting shut down while engaging with an Electrokinetic. Heavy physical blows(from either super-strength Meta-humans or having large things thrown at him) can overcome the shield's capacity to defend if the force is too great, leading to Alex suffering more intensive injury, though likely much less than what he would've been exposed to without it. Against elementals, he has more of an advantage in protecting himself from harm, but if he got hit with a concentrated blast of their attack, in most cases, it cause his shielding to weaken, and thus, provide an opening for them to strike. The final form is for when he needs to protect a group, and is the strongest of the three, covering up to 10 meters in diameter. While the energy consumed is usually his, if he can get a volunteer to stick a needle in their arm, connected to his, he can share the burden with them, making the shield that much more stable.

Limits:

The constructor bots guidelines have been reworked to more properly align themselves with his new line of work. Lethal weapons and explosives can now be created, though there must be an active threat in the area in order for this to be done. The size limit remains the same as before, nothing bigger than what would fit in a 6ft circumference.

When engaging with technology, he needs to focus on his 'conversation' with the software, so he can't do if there's a lot of distractions nearby or he's suffering under some kind of duress.

The constructors drones run on his meta-human energy, and the amount they take is related to the size and complexity of an item, with complexity taking a lot more out of him than size. Something like a laptop, tablet, or smartphone will leave him feeling, while relatively small in size, will leave him quite fatigued after making it due to how complex the machinery is. Making a large blanket or comforter, however, is rather easy. The time it takes for him to create something goes from anywhere between 5-45 seconds depending on the item. Making the Porta-shield, the most complex thing he can build, will leave him very much drained and maybe even slightly paralyzed.

When it comes to the porta-shield, the drain is relative to the strain being put on it. Comfort mode is the easiest to maintain, so much so that he can keep it on indefinitely in most cases, the drain is so minor. It starts to get to him, however, when he's stuck in extremes of either weather cycle, and while it'll still take a while for him to run low on energy, he'll have to conserve what he has access to more efficiently, less he ends up stuck in the snow with a metal arm. Personal defense is tougher to maintain, definitely something he won't be using for extended periods of time if he can avoid it. The protection can be overcome if hit by a strong enough blow attack, and the shield doesn't completely block out physical attacks either, as he'll still be knocked back and stagger, it just that he won't have to worry about broken bones along with it. Given the drain, this is one that he tends to only use against foes where he's definitely going to be in for a bad time if he doesn't. Group protection is the one that can kill him f he's not careful and doing it alone. While maintaining it by itself is rather easy, once it's put under strain, it really starts eating through his energy. If it's overcome by the attack the shield will give out final shockwave in attempt to knock the aggressor back. F he has enough energy in him, he can throw in a flash bang as well, to disorient them while people either attack or try to escape. After using this, Alex is almost always down for the count, barely able to move, think, or speak, let alone create anything. This is an extreme last resort move, when their is no other option to keep either himself or a group alive.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The Queen that creates the Constructor Drones and provides the with materials(who synthesizes them by feeding passively feeding on ALex's Meta-human energy) to build, which are rather small at about 2-3 cm in length, is embedded in his shoulder. If that area is ever damaged, or if the queen is ever compromised, then Alex will lose all ability to over his constructors, and maybe in his arm if the damage is severe enough. The Arm also has a weak spot on the inside of the elbow, so a strong hit there could probably rip right through and either remove or disable everything to the south of that point.

Due to the fact that his constructors have a finite material amount to build with, he can only build a limited amount of things before his drones need to refil, which would take about 1-2 minutes if he completely exhausts them(like if he made a ridiculously good laptop or the Porta-shield), but usually takes him about 30 seconds or so if he's still got some in reserve.

Due to his mechanical parts, even though the material they're made of was meant to be resistant to Meta-Human powers, are highly susceptible to strong electrical currents. So if Alex is charged with enough true electricity, then any and all of his prosthetics could shut down, leaving him potentially blind, unable to use one of his arms, and suffering from cardiac arrest due to his heart suddenly stoping. That latter is a problem for most, but for him the risk is especially high.

He suffers from splitting headaches and debilitating nausea when he's close contact with electromagnetic waves, as they interfere with the machines in his head. If one were to focus a beam or something of that nature of electro-magnetic waves at him, they'd temporarily short circuit and he'd be instantly knocked out, and stay like that for a good five minutes or so, give or take.

Can't swim that well do to the fact that his body is kinda lopsided in the wait department, so water is definitely something to be careful of.

Relationships

Family:

Nita Mallory: Mother(Deceased)

Braden Mallory: Father

Dynamics:

Basically your character's relationship with other characters.
{Character Name} | {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other

• Alex is a creative and romantic sort, prone to flights of fancy and chasing various ideals that pop into his head. He has a bit of a temper, but tries very heard to keep it in check, often taking part in things like Yoga, Tai-chi, and meditation to help him stay calm. Other than that, he's also a bit of a jokester, always ready to make a sarcastic reply or a joke, though whether he's any good at it depends on who you ask. Despite his near death experience, he's quite care free, except when it comes to his abilities, not really stressing much on anything.
• Is currently taking remedial classes in order to catch up on the six years of school he's missed. It's a lot of work to do, and in not a lot of time, but he's busting his ass to get it done. That means that he tends to spend a lot of time by himself or in the library studying and practicing like there's no tomorrow.
• Hates Carrots and Greens
• Is somewhat addicted to sugary foods
• Is a relative open-minded person and always ready to make new friends
• Alex has created a Artifical Intelligence using his coding skills, Technopathy, and a few brain scans talen from some of his father's patents and from his friend, Diana. In fact, she was the main reason he was able to make a good amount of progress, as the scan gave him a great amount of data on a fully intact and healthy human brain. The A.I goes by the name Nora(self-named much to Alex's chargin) and she's been in activation for about 1 and a half years. She serves as Alex's assistant for most days, but can also assist him in hacking and decryption as well, though she's not as good.
  
  One odd observation that Nora has made is that Diane is technically her mother and Alex her father, as such, she tends to want to talk to Diane whenever possible and also emulates her behavior to an extent. Something Alex doesn't necessarily like, as he's afraid of what people will think of him because of it. Not only that, but he finds Nora's insitanxe in gender, names, and recently, wanting a body to be both interesting and annoying. He wonders if this desire to express indoviduality is due to the use of Diane's brain or just a natural progression. Either way, she's his most annoying accomplishment and is constantly hooked into his head through wireless connection, the main server holding her consciousness is located at wherever his current residence is.

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Mr Allen Jhey, just an update, changing the hell out of Arris, simplifying his powers by quite a it as wel. Would it be cool to make him an ex-reaper? I've got an idea formulating in my head that kinda revolves around him being one in the recent past.(recent being with in the
Sat 2-3 years)

Tokyo Ghoul ∑

Itsuki

Itsuki couldn't help but give a slight grin as he seemed to weasel his way out of having to talk to the kids, and as things went on, he seemed to have been decided as unsuitable for caring them as well. Hana was quickly chosen as the most suitable, something that he could get behind fully as he'd only volunteered in memory of the old man, well, that and he figured he'd be the best to do it out of those assembled. Kachi seemed about as suited as him, maybe a bit less so because he seemed more battle-hungry, and Asoka seemed like she'd throw them out on their asses if they became to much of a nuisance, plus the fact that she had a gang to run, among other things if her attire was any indicator. Giving her five mouths to feed would definitely end badly. . . well, maybe not for the twins that she had been sneaking glances at. Itsuki felt a bit sorry for the kids who'd drawn the attention of his not-so-sweet little sister. As he turned his gaze towards his other little sister, he couldn't help but notice that Hana seemed to get a little tense when she heard Kachi's comment about clearing out a warehouse.

Guess she doesn't approve . . . Itsuki figured, and was quickly proven right as Hana spoke to them about their plan's glaring flaws, seeming to think that Asoka had put the plan into action if he was hearing the implications properly. However, the problem here was the fact that she didn't understand the context in which the plan was formulated. Well, better to inform her and be on the ready in case Asoka decides to lash out.

"THe warehouse was going to get cleared sooner or later, Hana, because I've gotten tired of sleeping in back alleys and under over-passes. Been scouting the places out for awhile, would've probably struck in other day or two, so really, the only effect these kids here had was speeding up my plan." Itsuki would get up with a bit of a stretch his Kagune trailing slowly behind him in lazy arcs, one even reaching up to lightly scratch at his chin as he yawned. "Well, I might as well do it now then. Kids or no kids, I'm not getting rained on tonight. It was nice meeting you all tonight, and if you guys ever want to talk, just come by the warehouse later, cause I'll be either there, dead, or in the hands of the Dove as a Quinque, if what Hana said has any merit. Kachi, you can go off and do whatever it is you were going to do or follow me if you wish, I don't care either way."

Itsuki waved to the others before he reached for his waist, only to blink as he found it missing. He looked around for a bit before finding it laying on the ground a slight ways away. Once he had it on and secured, the eyes glowing eerily in the dark night, he'd give them another wave good-bye, before running off in the direction of his destination. As he approached a building, the two Kagune he had out would flow down to his legs, wrapping themselves around until they semi-formed some kind of greaves and boots, two more tendrils coming out to wrap around his arms in a similar manner. He'd leap just as he reached the end of the ruined remnants of the old man's home, the power added by his kagune enabling him to launch rather high into the sky, before landing with a thud on the rooftop. He'd continue on this way, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as he cleared his heads of all thoughts besides those focused on his current mission. It was a technique he'd developed to cope with the paranoia and fear that had plagued him every day for the years he'd spent in that hellish labyrinth. Take an objective, focus on it, and discard every other thought and feeling that seemed like it would get in the way of accomplishing that objective. After so many times, it was almost instinctive now, a way to get a 100% efficency out of his body and mind every single time. However, it wasn't perfect, as in this way, he'd possibly be a danger to Kachi if he decided to follow, if he got in Itsuki's way.

No, don't think about. Focus on the objective, and only the onjective. Clear out the warehouse. Do it quickly. Do it quietly. Leave no survivor. Take no prisoners. And if there are any humans there, kill them as well. Keep the CCG off my back at all costs.

Those were the parameters set within his mind. For the current mission . . . and yet, he felt something deep within his gut. A primal instinct that told him to expect the worst from this encounter. He couldn't explain how he knew this, but he had been saved by his hunches for far too long to start doubting them now. From his back, the final two kagune came out, held at the ready as he approached the warehouse, prepped to begun taking out he guards as soon as they came into view.

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Takeshi

Takeshi would watch the one guy leave cautiously as he nibbled at the food presented by the weird lady that had appeared, currently thinking of what their next plan of action should be. These people seemed convinced on taking them somewhere, though he had no idea where. He honestly didn't trust these people in the slightest, especially the short one, she had a look about her that seemed rather shady to him. However, if that scuffle earlier had shown, anyone of these adults were much, much stronger than all of them combined, and they;d be lucky to land a scratch on them, let alone take one of them down. Not only that, but times had gotten rough lately, especially with the doves capturing Toru, so having some protectors wouldn't be so bad.

Besides, it would be nice to sleep somewhere at least remotely safe for awhile . . . but I'll need to be keeping an eye on them. Learn what I can and then, if they turn out to be dangerous, protect my family as best I can. With his rudimentery plan in mind, he decided that it was time to stop letting these adults set the pace around. Finishing off the bits of meat that the nice lady(her name was Hana, if he remembered correctly) had given to him, he stepped somewhat cautiously forward, though tried to play it off as playing it cool by putting his hands into his pockets, seeming rather unfazed and uninterested in what these adults were saying.

"So . . . we going to go now or what?"

@AtomicNut@Savato

Masks: A Superhero RPG

Should I wait for some more people to post or just go ahead?

Tokyo Ghoul ∑

I'm not sure whether Itsuki would care if it would put a bigger target on his back or not. While the kids obviously won't be going to the warehouse anymore, Itsuki was originally going to look for a place to live, and he is rather confident in his abilities . . . hmmmmmmmmmmm. I'll have to think on this

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

Argus Leandros

Argus was glad that Sayatachi didn't call his bluff, and it seemed like he had made an a close to accurate assumption about her position from her response. He didn't dwell to much on that though, as the woman supplied him with a varied number of locals to choose from for the purpose of entertaining himself, which caused him to scratch his chin in thought. Castle and Garden's are a no go, not my style and likely to end badly if I end up causing trouble, same with the resort. Guess the bar would be a nice place to go, and if I remember correctly, a lot of them have Vision-Lacrimas as well, which'll likely be turned towards the games. While I really don't care for them, it'll be handy to know when they're over so I know when to book it back to the camp. As long as Isla keeps quiet, no one would ever know I was gone . . . hopefully.

He didn't know if they had some kind of surveillance magic or some other such contraption, which meant that he'd be completely screwed no matter what he did. After giving it some more thought, I nod with my decision, turning my attention back to Sayatachi.

"Well, Miss Sayatachi, I would be very grateful if you would lead me to a nearby bar that you suggest, preferably one that has a Vision Lacrima turned towards the games. I'd like to know when I'll have to put my festivities to an end and get back to meet with my fellow guild members." As Argus turned his thought to the guild, his thoughts once again flashed back to what his position was in the guild. This would be his third day in the guild, and yet, he still had yet to receive the guild mark. Maybe it was his fault for not really bringing the issue, but he didn't think he had to. Was that wrong or . . . was he just being kept by the guild, but not a part of it.

I mean, it makes sense . . . why would anyone want have a killer like you in their guild?

As Argus thoughts turned more negative, a slight shift took over his countenance for a moment, and in his head, he felt a presence behind him. But just as soon as it came over him, he shook it off, running his hand through his hair and letting out a brief sigh of frustration. Don't over-think it, don't dwell on it. It'll happen when it'll happen, don't dwell on thinks that won't help anybody. With his thoughts straightened out, he'd continue to follow Sayatachi to wherever she would be taking him, hoping she hadn't noticed his little episode.

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@ErmineHey, I provided an opportunity for a teammate with Direct engagement earlier, what exactly does that mean and has anyone taken advantage of it?