Raijinslayer

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

addressing:Bianca, Soldiers@Hero

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Chaos whirled around Justinian like a raging river. The people, the soldiers, the gunfire, the screaming. It was all too much and too familiar, and just like all those years ago, he was just too helpless to actually help anyone. He tried to get to the others, but through enhanced senses, he could see the two soldiers shoving the guest to the ground before taking steady aim. It was only as he rammed his fist into the gut of one solider that he realized they were doing it on purpose, grabbing hostages in order to keep him in place. They were trying to capture him, and of course they'd do research on how he ticked and what tactics would work to keep him pinned down. As infuriated as it made him, he respected the tactic.

As the first soldier dropped to their knees, the other slammed the butt of their rifle into the armored Scion's, followed by a swift backhand in an attempt to knock him to the ground. He felt the blow, even if his armor cushioned the worst of it, but he managed to keep on his feet. Rather than attempt a spell, however, Justinian would lash out with another punch, amber mana converging through his armored fist at the moment of impact before bursting forth with the force of a shotgun. The soldier's breath left them as they were sent flying, leaving the Scion a moment to catch his breath.

"You... you should go now... quickly." He motions for the two hostages, a noblewoman and her son, to make haste towards an exit the furthest away from the source of the chaos. Their hushed whispers of thanks and panicked footsteps were lost in the din of noises and senses that assaulted Justinin's mind. He'd lost the other Scions in the confusion and couldn't tell anyone from anyone in this mess, and trying to discern it was giving him an awful headache. It was all he could do to identify his assailants and keep them away. Has anyone been taken? Had anyone been hurt? 

Why. . . Why couldn't he do anything about it?

Justinian's teeth grind in frustration as he grips his head, his breath growing heavier and haggard. Haunting sounds of cracking wood and clattering jaws rang in his head. He wasn't even aware of Bianca's approach until she was right in front of him, her voice snapping him out of his head. For a moment, he welcomed the distraction. But as he actually processed what she had said, his anger and irritation bubbled up to the surface again.

"I know how to use the Incepta's gift, Bianca. And people are panicking, no matter what I do. Everyone is panicking, running, and screaming, and I'm just trying to do something to help!!" This wasn't the time for arguing, but Justinian just couldn't let it go. He clung to his anger like a drowning man to driftwood, a singular place of stability where he could focus his thoughts. "What would you have me do? Hide behind you, and just wait until this all blows over! Safe, protected, and docile while someone I could have helped and that I can save is gone. Vanishing into thin-fucking-air while I have to wait in my room to hear that they're dead a month later!" 

Justinian wasn't even looking at Bianca by this point, turning to scan the surroundings as best as he could through the tumult. Tyring to find the bigger gathering of solider's, attmepting to deduce a way to scatter them. People were starting to thin out of the room by now, which meant he could actually start flexing his power a bit more. He wasn't letting anyone else be taken by these bastards.

"So unless you wish to help me help the others, get out of my wa-" 

First was the high-pitched tone that set his hair on edge as the air within the building seemed to ripple and bend. Then came an almost electric shock of energy as the mana in his own body turned on him, stopping the Scion mid-sentence as the power he had relied on since he was a child turned on him. He could feel the rock and marble that made up his armor harden against his wishes, restricting his breath and movements. Any attempt to move was met with resilient unmoving stone, the vague awareness of his surroundings his vibrosense brought him was completely cut off. He was left in total darkness, with hardly any breath in his lungs and barely could hear what was going on around him.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry and cruse and yell and a million other things that sprung to mind as the gift which had protected him and saved him more than anything else in his life turned against him. Just like his nightmares, he was stuck. Alone in darkness, trapped and waiting for either death or salvation but with no agency of his own to do anything about it.

His powers refused to answer him; his head was dazed and aching from the lack of air, and now the very person he had just told off was who he needed to turn to for salvation if he didn't want to suffocate in this self-made tomb. Frustration, Anger, and shame roiled within his chest as he tried to slow his breathing as best as he could, but it was all too much. Emotion flowed out of him in a rush as he put every last bit of his remaining breathe into a single scream

"GODDESS!FUCKING!DAMMIT!

He didn't know if the tears in his eyes were from the grit of the rock and dust irritating his eyes, the lack of air, or the sheer pain of humiliation that his current state filled him with, and at this moment he didn't care.

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

addressing:Bianca, Soldiers@Hero

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Justinian had thought that spiting on the Prince with his gift would make him feel at least a little less awful or moody—some brief catharsis to get him through the rest of today. Sadly, while he managed to put on a good enough showing during the procession, whenever a noble or businessman came to greet him during the party, the young Scion felt barely any better. If anything, the outburst made him feel worse as he looked back on it. As much as Lucas was an unsufferable shit, he had known Theo far longer than Justinian had. Throwing it in the Prince's face was the height of selfish entitlement, no matter what Justinian thought about the man's conduct.

And so, the scion was making his best impression of a wallflower with Bianca at his side, taking a sip of wine every so often, and debating on when would be a good time to leave and go home. At least then he could sulk in peace without having to put up a front. He watched the rest of the ballroom with some disinterest. People were chatting, the royals were fussing over the king, and business was as usual. The new scion of Time seemed to make a quick exit, but Justinian was done worrying about the man for now. Probably forever, if he could help it. An apology would not be welcome nor be fully genuine, and whatever his misgivings about his own behavior, Lucas was still an asshole of a high caliber. If they never had to speak to each other after this moment, all the better.

It wasn't until the lights started to flicker that he felt it. A prickling dread spread from his chest down to his arms, born from delving into dark caves alone, where the beasts of nightmares often tread. Something was coming—something bad. He could feel it. As the second flicker came, he turned to Bianca.

"We need to start moving people out of here." His voice almost cracked at the urgency in his tone, finger clenched as the lights flickered for the third time. In his mind, he could feel the door straining behind him. The splintering crack of wood and rock being crushed behind a creature of enomous strength. On instinct, he spread his senses through the earth, feeling the vibrations that resonated through the whole of the mansion."Something bad is goi- HIT THE DECK!!"

His outburst came as the lights went out, causing some of the guests nearby to look at him in confusion. Then the soliders came through in a barrage of gunfire and broken glass, throwing the entire ballroom into turmoil. The Scion of Earth, however, burst into action. Amber mana spread through the marble flooring around him before it burst upward into a circular wall around him and the guests nearby. Reinforced by magic, it proved capable enough of resisting the barrage of gunfire that smacked into it soon after. However, through his vibrosenses, Justinian could see that the rest of the ballroom was not so lucky. There were so many soliders flowing into the room, people heading every which way in terror, and even more seemed to be coming by the second. The smart thing to do, he knew, was to stay put with his Templar and try to stay safe. But all Justinian could see in his mind was that thrice-damned door.

"Bianca, don't stop me."

Justinian strode forward into the wall, which cracked, bent, and shifted around his frame. The amber energy reshaped and catalyzed around the marble armor he formed, giving it a crystaline shine as the Scion of Earth approached his aggressors, Incepta's blessed sigl burning with great intensity upon his chest. His would-be captors, recognizing their target, moved forward as one, believing in their armor, their numbers, and the cover of the dark to aid them. 5 soldiers, Bianca as backup, and guests in the marble barricade to protect. He had to handle this quickly, then go help the others. He could already hear Maya calling out for Edmund as a bunch of guests and enemies were sent hurtling to the ceiling. He wasn't losing anyone else.

Not. Again.

Dropping into a low stance, Justinian made two motions. Lifting his arm up caused the marble to rise up around the solider's feet, clamping down with a vice-like grip that stopped them all in their tracks. They barely had time to react before the second motion—a practiced twist of the hand that he had done countless times before. It was a tactic he had used time and again on his monster hunts, taking advantage of the fact that most beings need their footing in order to move effectively. The sickening snap of bones that followed soon after was not something he was used to hearing this close, nor were the cries of agony that followed as his assailants fell to the ground. Bile rose in his throat, but he fought it back as he made another gesture to raise the marble up around the fallen soldier's hands and necks like shackles, keeping them tied to the ground.

He didn't waste time checking to see if Bianca was following behind as he quickly moved to engage the next group of soliders, another amber-infused gesture causing several marble tiles to rise up behind him, cracking and splintering into a barrage of hardened projectiles that he would send flying towards any enemy he could see, aiming mainly to disable arms and legs through targeted attacks to the joints. The creeping bile at the sounds they made when his blows struck home was fought back as he focused on the task at hand. He could deal with that later, but he had a job to do now. When he had a chance, he would raise makeshift barriers to try and protect any of the panicked guests he could, trying to cover their escape while cursing the fact that his access to Earth was so limited.

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

addressing: JannickJarrick@Obscene Symphony, Hollyhock@OwO, Lucas@Hero

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"It's not like I've got much else to boast about in my Scionic tenure so far. Had to spend a lot of time learning my numbers and leters to a 'proper level' from a number of frustrated tutors. And can we not with the formalities, Holly, it's bad enough I have to deal with it from Bianca and the other church members, but amongst Scions I'd prefer to be a tad more casual." Especially one who I've planned several get aways with when we were younger. Justinian grumbles internally but takes the jab with a good natured smile. That nature did become a bit strained as Jarrick spoke up, the gem in his hand cracking with a bit more force as he lost focus of the construction for a moment. While not the most socially adept of those present by any means, one doesn't spend a majority of their Scion career as the 'Problem child' without picking up a sense for when people are poking at you.

"Oh, you know, one incident too many and Gra-Commander Fyodor put someone more my speed in charge. Harder to get out and do things now, but I still make a vlog now and then. Recently been using some of Kaspar's books to study up onmore conventional magic which has been. . . slow going. Still do the exercise, rock gardening, even regular gardening though I'm no Isdore. If that sounds like something you'd like, catch me live some time, or a few of the Vods." If it had been a few years ago, he might've tried to bite back at the Wind Templar, but time with Bianca had cooled him. . . somewhat. It had at least forced the young man to look for the silver-linings in such situations and focus his attention on those. In this case, that the Templar had a brother who was,or at least had been, a fan. Ignoring the statement at first, the scion gestures with his cookie laden fingers to his pocket. A slight shimmer of amber mana preceeds signs of movement until a small piece of quartz floats up into the air between. "Don't know if your brother still watches, but I can do an autograph if you want?"

If Jarrick did provide him a name, Justinian fills it out as he holds his hands over the rock, the surface of the rock cracking and shifting until a message of thanks forms onit's face, with the signature being a stylized form of Justinian's own intials in a Diamond shape. After that he'd pass the rock over to the templar(or pocket it if he refused) and give a short bow of farewell before continuing on his way to present his gift to the Prince. There would be time later to have a battle of wits and barbs, but right now he was trying to keep positive. Today started awful, he had felt awful, but that didn't mean it had to end awful. Focus on silverlinings, don't think about what you can't deal with.

As thoughts turned towards present matters, however, the cookies were swiftly devoured and the scion began gnawing on his thumb's knuckle. An old habit from when he was young and yet so familiar that he didn't even notice it until he broke the skin. Looking down at the small wound, he clicks his tongue. It was just nerves, and a bit of anxiety. Nothing new, and nothing he hadn't dealt with. Silver linings. Control what he can, like the aquamarine in his hand.

The shape for the gem had catalyzed pretty firmly by now, a gem shaped like a shield crest inscribed with both the Estoran family crest and the Holy Sigil of the mother, the internal structure of the stone rearranged so that light focused through it would illuminate the Holy sigil. A fine enough gift for the royal prince, even if he expected nothing more than sour words and a scoff. He'd done his duty as a Scion, both offical and self-imposed, and it could never be said that he hadn't at least tried to be nice.

As he approached, however, he got some of the words Kasper and Lucas were trading. Well, mostly Lucas' words focused on the little princess who was now running around the room like a bat out of hell. THe earth scion likely would've tried to encourage her play a bit in a greeting if not for what he heard from the High Prince's lips.

"Veradis works differently than other countries, you know. The Scion of Light is the one who rules the principality. So Rosemary's not just a princess, but a ruler once she comes of age. Her great-grandfather got to have some semblance of a normal life before his own holy sigil appearing at fourteen. So why is Rosemary destined to carry that burden that has been chosen for her since the tender age of two years old?"

Logically, even Justinian knew the high prince had some measure of a point. Ruling a nation was no small weight to place on a child's shoulders and in anyone else, he would've considered it a point of concern. But coming out of Lucas, it felt like he was just spitting on the gift that had been given to him, to Rosemary, to all of the Scion's present to describe the blessing as such. It had been a life-saving miracle for many, himself included. But the way the Prince spoke, the way he had been acting throughout this entire event at the fringes of Justinian's attention, it sounded like it all amounted to little more than an inconvience to his precious devil-may-care royal life. Justinian's grip tightens around his 'gift' as a new design came to his mind, though he had no confusion where this inspiration came from. All of the feelings he'd felt these past few months, the anger, the frutration, the helplessness, it all flowed into the gem as its composition responds to his will and mana.

Funny that, in what had taken him minutes of chatter, thinking, and contemplation to buy time for, Justinian's anger had managed to finish something similar if not more complex in a matter of moments. Like everything he did, he found it came easier when he no longer let his mind focus on anything but the action itself. Consequences could be dealt with, he had something to say and he was going to say it.

'Bianca's probably going to talk my ear off about this later.' The Scion thinks idly as he approaches the Prince, alerting the royal to his presence by clearing his throat, ever so polite. By now his right hand was no longer glowing with amber, instead trailing a cloud of sparkling light blue particles in as he holds it out to the young man.

"I hope I'm not being a bother to you, My Prince," Justinian said without the slightest intonation of remorse while looking the High Prince dead in the eye. He didn't keep any of the disdain of his face, though his tone remained cool and collected. "I just wish to give you a small gift, as I have given to other Scion's that have been chosen during my tenure. An aquamarine gem, shaped with you and the legacy you bring to your new station firmly in mind."

Without any added fanfare, he unveils the finished creation.

It still retains some of the inital principles he'd thought of, a simple shield crest shape that held s combine image of the Estoran Royal family crest and Incepta's holy sigil. But only the Incepta's sigil kept the light blue color of polished aquamarine, still somehow refracting the light of the cathedral so as to appear glowing. The rest of the crystal, however, was dull and distorted as if seeing reflections of the Estoran Crest through a fun house mirror. A perfect reflection of the Prince, in Justinian's eyes, whose first worthwhile deed was being picked as a Scion in the first place. Whether the Prince understood the meaning of the gift or thought it just a off color joke, the Scion of Earth didn't really care.

Theo was gone, the man who'd let it happen was getting off scott free, and the man who replaced him was a spoiled princeling that was probably going to do just as much good for the kingdoms now as he'd done before. MIght as well get some petty enjoyment out of snubbing his nose a bit if he was going to have to spend the rest of his life hearing about such an embrassment to Incepta's blessing.

What a farce indeed.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

addressing:

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"It's not like I've got much else to boast about in my Scionic tenure so far. Had to spend a lot of time learning my numbers and leters to a 'proper level' from a number of frustrated tutors. And can we not with the formalities, Holly, it's bad enough I have to deal with it from Bianca and the other church members, but amongst Scions I'd prefer to be a tad more casual." Especially one who I've planned several get aways with when we were younger. Justinian grumbles internally but takes the jab with a good natured smile. That nature did become a bit strained as Jarrick spoke up, the gem in his hand cracking with a bit more force as he lost focus of the construction for a moment. While not the most socially adept of those present by any means, one doesn't spend a majority of their Scion career as the 'Problem child' without picking up a sense for when people are poking at you.

"Oh, you know, one incident too many and Gra-Commander Fyodor put someone more my speed in charge. Harder to get out and do things now, but I still make a vlog now and then. Recently been using some of Kaspar's books to study up onmore conventional magic which has been. . . slow going. Still do the exercise, rock gardening, even regular gardening though I'm no Isdore. If that sounds like something you'd like, catch me live some time, or a few of the Vods." If it had been a few years ago, he might've tried to bite back at the Wind Templar, but time with Bianca had cooled him. . . somewhat. It had at least forced the young man to look for the silver-linings in such situations and focus his attention on those. In this case, that the Templar had a brother who was,or at least had been, a fan. Ignoring the statement at first, the scion gestures with his cookie laden fingers to his pocket. A slight shimmer of amber mana preceeds signs of movement until a small piece of quartz floats up into the air between. "Don't know if your brother still watches, but I can do an autograph if you want?"

If Jarrick did provide him a name, Justinian fills it out as he holds his hands over the rock, the surface of the rock cracking and shifting until a message of thanks forms onit's face, with the signature being a stylized form of Justinian's own intials in a Diamond shape. After that he'd pass the rock over to the templar(or pocket it if he refused) and give a short bow of farewell before continuing on his way to present his gift to the Prince. There would be time later to have a battle of wits and barbs, but right now he was trying to keep positive. Today started awful, he had felt awful, but that didn't mean it had to end awful. Focus on silverlinings, don't think about what you can't deal with.

As thoughts turned towards present matters, however, the cookies were swiftly devoured and the scion began gnawing on his thumb's knuckle. An old habit from when he was young and yet so familiar that he didn't even notice it until he broke the skin. Looking down at the small wound, he clicks his tongue. It was just nerves, and a bit of anxiety. Nothing new, and nothing he hadn't dealt with. Silver linings. Control what he can, like the aquamarine in his hand.

The shape for the gem had catalyzed pretty firmly by now, a gem shaped like a shield crest inscribed with both the Estoran family crest and the Holy Sigil of the mother, the internal structure of the stone rearranged so that light focused through it would illuminate the Holy sigil. A fine enough gift for the royal prince, even if he expected nothing more than sour words and a scoff. He'd done his duty as a Scion, both offical and self-imposed, and it could never be said that he hadn't at least tried to be nice.

As he approached, however, he got some of the words Kasper and Lucas were trading. Well, mostly Lucas' words focused on the little princess who was now running around the room like a bat out of hell. THe earth scion likely would've tried to encourage her play a bit in a greeting if not for what he heard from the High Prince's lips.

"Veradis works differently than other countries, you know. The Scion of Light is the one who rules the principality. So Rosemary's not just a princess, but a ruler once she comes of age. Her great-grandfather got to have some semblance of a normal life before his own holy sigil appearing at fourteen. So why is Rosemary destined to carry that burden that has been chosen for her since the tender age of two years old?"
Logically, even Justinian knew the high prince had some measure of a point. Ruling a nation was no small weight to place on a child's shoulders and in anyone else, he would've considered it a point of concern. But coming out of Lucas, it felt like he was just spitting on the gift that had been given to him, to Rosemary, to all of the Scion's present to describe the blessing as such. It had been a life-saving miracle for many, himself included. But the way the Prince spoke, the way he had been acting throughout this entire event at the fringes of Justinian's attention, it sounded like it all amounted to little more than an inconvience to his precious devil-may-care royal life. Justinian's grip tightens around his 'gift' as a new design came to his mind, though he had no confusion where this inspiration came from. All of the feelings he'd felt these past few months, the anger, the frutration, the helplessness, it all flowed into the gem as its composition responds to his will and mana.

Funny that, in what had taken him minutes of chatter, thinking, and contemplation to buy time for, Justinian's anger had managed to finish something similar if not more complex in a matter of moments. Like everything he did, he found it came easier when he no longer let his mind focus on anything but the action itself. Consequences could be dealt with, he had something to say and he was going to say it.

'Bianca's probably going to talk my ear off about this later.' The Scion thinks idly as he approaches the Prince, alerting the royal to his presence by clearing his throat, ever so polite. By now his right hand was no longer glowing with amber, instead trailing a cloud of sparkling light blue particles in as he holds it out to the young man.

"I hope I'm not being a bother to you, My Prince," Justinian said without the slightest intonation of remorse while looking the High Prince dead in the eye. He didn't keep any of the disdain of his face, though his tone remained cool and collected. "I just wish to give you a small gift, as I have given to other Scion's that have been chosen during my tenure. An aquamarine gem, shaped with you and the legacy you bring to your new station firmly in mind."

Without any added fanfare, he unveils the finished creation.

It still retains some of the inital principles he'd thought of, a simple shield crest shape that held s combine image of the Estoran Royal family crest and Incepta's holy sigil. But only the Incepta's sigil kept the light blue color of polished aquamarine, still somehow refracting the light of the cathedral so as to appear glowing. The rest of the crystal, however, was dull and distorted as if seeing reflections of the Estoran Crest through a fun house mirror. A perfect reflection of the Prince, in Justinian's eyes, whose first worthwhile deed was being picked as a Scion in the first place. Whether the Prince understood the meaning of the gift or thought it just a off color joke, the Scion of Earth didn't really care.

Theo was gone, the man who'd let it happen was getting off scott free, and the man who replaced him was a spoiled princeling that was probably going to do just as much good for the kingdom as he'd done before. MIght as well get some petty enjoyment out of snubbing his nose a bit if he was going to have to spend the rest of his life hearing about such an embrassment to Incepta's blessing.

What a farce indeed.

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

addressing: Bianca@Hero, Ionna@McMolly, Jarrick@Obscene Symphony

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"Certainly a word for it." Justinian response was a bit muted he glances at Kasper, who had gone over to engage the Prince, debating with himself for a few seconds until a sigh broke through. With reservation, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a palm sized chunk of light blue rock. It's surface was yet unworked and cloudy as he rubbed his thumb against it, yet he could already feel the shape within call out to him. He wonders, as always, if it was just a creative instinct, an aspect of his connection to the element, or perhaps even the Mother's own that provided him with the inisghts that always came when he prepared to shape crystal. "This'll probably be for nothing but if I'm here, might as well try to cross the bridge before I burn it. Who knows, maybe there's a heart of tarnished gold beneath all the attitude."

His dry tone did little to sell the optimism as he started to make his way over to the Prince present his gift, though not before making a detour towards the Rookie Templar and her plate of contraband confections. Whatever Bianca said, it wasn't like a single cookie was going to ruin his appetite and he'd rather encourage the girl. Between Edmund and Tyler, having a Templar capable of some non-jaded levity was a blessing from Incepta herself. He'd have likely been chatting up a storm with her if not for his own foulness.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, Dame Ionna. Justinian Gardner, Scion of Earth." Any signs of his mood was wiped from his face as he mingled with Ionna and those around her, snatching one of each type with his left hand while his right held a dull amber shimmer as he willed it into the shape it wanted, like a desert mirage. Something smooth? No, not for the Prince. His wit was sharp and his attitude abrassive. The design shifts in his mind, the crystal in his palm cracking and reforming and shifting his grip like a living thing. "As for an interesting fact, I nearly managed to kill a Rodian Warg by the border of Lorenzia back before Bianca became my Templar. Left a nasty scar too, but Commander Fyodor will prob have my hide if I try to show it off. Congratulations on your appointment and take good care of Dominika, yeah? She seems the nervous type."

Giving Ionna friendly tap on the shoulder with the cookie hand, the Scion turns to address Jannick and Holly(assuming the later hadn't vanished off to who knows where again, a trick he had long envied).

"Speaking of congratulations, it's nice to meet you too, Sir Jarrick. I see that you've adapted well to Holly's habit of being where ever food is."

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

mentioning @Hero

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Justinian had always adored the Millenium Festival most of all the events his position demanded him to attend. Weddings and the confirmations of Scion's were very samey affairs, if important, but the festival was always something new. Juniperus seemed to truly come alive with the sights and sounds, a fairy tale that he'd only dreamed of attending when he was a small lad, watching it all a dirty tv screen with his friends. They had even pretended to be the various Scions of the time, leaping into action due to a Secret Kaudian raid or monster attack or some such nonsense that children come up with.

Yet all Justinian had felt throughout today was a sinking pit in his stomach that turned and coiled inside him like an angry viper. His pre-game vlog to his followers had been lethargic and dreary, his preparation reluctant, and his mood outside of the public eye was one filled with biting remarks and sour looks. Bianca had been on the recieving end of a few of those, though he had come to his senses enough to apologize before the ceremony begun in earnest. But that didn't make the viper stop squriming and biting at his gut, filling him with a stining poison he couldn't quite identify. Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Maybe all of them, maybe none of them. All he did know was that it didn't feel like there was much worth celebrating when it comes to the second blessing of a Templar.

What a farce, The Scion scoffs under his breath, unknowingly mirroring the thoughts of the man who held his scorn.

His posture was rigid as watched the proceedings of the blessing, rolling his eyes as the Princling's sparkling personality put itself on full display. Honestly, maybe they were perfect for each other. Neither seemed capable of holding their tongue if they thought it had something clever to say.

"Such a shining example of Royal pedigree. How Incepta must be proud." *Justinian mutters to Bianca as he adjusts his suit for what was likely the fifth time in as many minutes. It was fine tailored if somewhat drab affair, at least to the bejeweled abominations that he was often seen with when he felt like grabbing attenion. Grey coat over a black vest and tie that both sported a dull amber trim. Humming beneath it all was the shimmering glow of the Mother's mark, as it had been since the day he recieved it. Some thought it a vanity, but in turth he had fogotten what it was like to not have the Incepta's gift flowing through him and it's presence often gave him comfort in trying times.

"So. . . penny for your thoughts?" It wasn't what he really wanted to say. He wanted to leave and be done with today, but he knew that neither the church nor Bianca would let him simply walk away from his duties. More than that, he knew that he had to suck it up and do his duty. A Scion was to be an inspiration to the poeple, so he couldn't let his mess of muddled thoughts show anymore than they already did. So, while he worked on getting those emotions in order, he'd pass the time with small talk with the one person he didn't have to put on a mask for. Bianca planted his ass into the dirt more times than he could count, so there was no need to try and save face around her. It was refreshing, sometimes. Other times, he wish he didn't remember the taste of grit whenever she started glaring at him. "That newbie templar seems funny? Why don't you chat with her, get a cookie. You deserve a cheat day."

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Justianian Gardner

Justinian Gardner

________________________________________ NAME Male | 24 | Lorenzia Scion of Earth _______________________________________________ "He's got a good heart and the hardest head you've ever had the displeasure to clash with." ________________________________________

Incepta, in your benevolence I ask you to forgive the actions this poor soul whom you have blessed will now commit. Holy Sigil Location It shines within upon his chest, burning ever brightly like his vigilance against evil. Appearance A handsome young man of average height and lithe build, walking around with an aura of smiles, laughter, and passion. Justinian takes to dressing with great flamboyance and decor, dressing in ways which grab the most attention and taking the time to keep up with the local fashion trends, though never at the cost of his ability to burst into action against threats to the weak. His slender frame belies a extremely fit physique, however, as he has built his body with a gymnast's flexibility and a soldier's sturdiness. Callous line his hands and feet and he carries more than a few scars from his numerous excursions(supervised and not) to face off against the monsters that stalk the country side. The most notable of these is a rather nasty looking scar on his upper right shoulder, a reminder of a encounter against a beast on his way to visit the Rodion Dominon. Personality Bright. If one were to describe Justinian in one word, it would be bright. His dispostion remains cheery no matter the circumstances, he always tries to lift the spirits of those around him, and always willing to be the butt of a joke to crack a smile on someone's face. Rather than wallow in what he has lost, Justianian lives every day like it might be his last and gives thanks to Incepta for every night it isn't. His piety is beyond the reproach of most, in all areas but one: He refuses to let himself be fully constrained in his use of his abilities when it comes to hunting down monsters. And it is with this standpoint that the other factor of his personality comes into play, because much like the element he is imbued with, Justinian is infamously stubborn about things he has set his mind too. The wilfullness of his youth and a fierce independance have only catalyzed with his faith due to his belief that his awakening was Incepta decreeing that he should use his powers to save the helpless and so he often will bash heads with Templars, the church, sometimes even Her Grace High Cardinal Margaret herself. With all due respect, of course. Biography The earth Scion's life before his awakening was. . . an unpleasant one. He was the son of a factory worker that spent all day in a failing factory to bring home scraps to a family of 4 with seemingly another on the way. His mother could barely pay him much attention, so he spent his early life with a great deal of independance that gave him a willful streak that his parents found equal parts exhausting and amusing. It was a rough life, but it was his and he was happy enough with it. The only regret he carried was lacking the ability to help his family rise from the poverty they found themselves in. Unfortunately, this menial commoner's life came to a bloody end as a shadow fell over the small factory town. It started slowly, first with people's pets vanishing in the twilight hours and strange noises being heard in the dead of night. When people started to vanish, a call for help was sent to the local lord of the area. Justinian would not learn until much later that the Lord had known this danger was approaching his town, but the creature and its pack was a known danger that had even managed to take the lives of Templars in the past so they had decided that the loss of one or two commoners as had been the beast's pattern was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. But the creature did not stop at one or two. More and more as the week progressed, people kept disappearing. Homes went quiet, the old factory deemed unsafe. And then, one day, the monster made it's final strike. Justinian saw the first of the monsters on that day, masses of skittering legs and shining black carapaces bursting from the ground as he and his friends played in front of their building complex. Everything after that, however, was hazy and indistinct. He remembers screams, his father grabbing his arm and pulling him. . . somewhere. He couldn't remember where his mother was, or his sister of only 5 years. He could not remember when he and a few other kids had been huddled together in the backroom of the local church, his father looking at him with tears in his eyes and asking him to be brave and keep the younger ones safe. He can remember the banging. Even to this day, he remembers the skittering screech of talons on stone work, of heavy oak buckling and bending against the weight of something huge and savage. He still sees that door at night, in his dreams, bending and buckling and breathing like some great dragon about to unleash a torrent of death upon him. He remembers praying to the Goddess, as clumsily as one can expect of a frightened child. A prayer not for himself, not for his family, but for the strength to protect them all. A prayer to give him some form of agency in this terrible nightmare. To take away this horrid helplessness that gripped him as he stepped infront of the other children, feeling a strange burning crawl through his body. And he knows that Incepta answered. When the Templars came a two days later to investigate the presence of a Scion, what they found left them both horrifed and speechless with awe. The town was covered in the corpses of man and monsters alike but rather than scavenging like the vermin they were, every monster had been frozen in a crystalline amber shell, somehow still alive within their prison. Justinian and the children he protected were found in that church basement, surrounded by a wave of the macabre crystal sculptures while Justianian just say there with a small baby cradled in his small arms. From beneath his frazzled blonde hair, the holy sign of the goddess shone with a dull amber glow from his right eye. The children had all been too scared to leave, wanting to wait for their parents to come and take them home, and the newly awakened Scion had sensed the state of things through the ground beneath their feat. He couldn't bring himself to break that hope to them. In his first meeting with the Templars, Justinian's denied to follow his Templar rescuers until he was promised all of the children in his care were to come with him. He had refused to leave them in that mausoleum of a town, as they were his responsibility. His father had told him to take care of them, and he would not let them out of his sight until he was sure they'd be safe. It wasn't until the head templar gave his wor that he would finally relax, nearly fainting into the arms of the man. That was the last time that he ever let himself cry. For the next year, Justinian responded little to any prompting outside of specifc questions or inquiries, he remained quiet, respectful, and rarely left his room. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. The only thing that ever sparked any interest in him, strangely, was reading. It was the only request he ever made and it was quickly given in hopes of improving the young Scion's condition. He seemed especially fixated on the first Scion of Earth, Isidore Laurent, whom he spent hours reading about in every form he could find. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. And before long, his birthday came around. As he lay in bed, twelve years old watching the kids he had saved all come into his room with present for him, thinking about how they only reason any of them were here was because of his actions that day . . . a choice was made, bringing with it the first smile he'd had in a long time. He told his handler that he had finally felt ready to accept his place as a Scion, which was met with much joy and relief from all around who had about how this event would effect a personof such importance. It was only the next morning that his handler, and all of Lorentia for that matter, would realize the true meaning of his words. The year had not been spent just idly processing his trauma and reading, but listening to the very earth beneath his feet. Feeling the heartbeat of the planet and letting it lead him to the places most active with creatures like those that had attacked his home. The vermin that existed only to ruin so many lives with their destructive desire for chaos, living outside of the natural order. As the sun broke, Justinian's small form was being broadcast live by flabbergasted villagers as he dragged out a wolf-like monster that had been terrorizing their livestock for weeks, the small girl it had been stalking held in his arms. One of several rescues he had made that evening and would continue to make for many years after. Justinian swore on that day not only to never let himself feel that level of helplessness again, but to save every person he could reach from the unfair horrors of life. It was the decree given to him by the Goddess herself and he would fufill it, even if her voice on earth disagreed with him. Weapon of Choice Justinian has taken the years to teach himself at least a passing familiarity with a number of weapons like the spear, staff, sword, and even the bow. But when it comes to his favored weapon, that would simply be his own two hands. Often channeling the strength of the earth into his form, Justianian reinforces his own body to smash through obstacles that stand before him Misc. Prefers to sleep with door wide open Asks his templars not to knock when approaching him has a pangolin plush known as Sir Clawde Still watches over the kids from his home town to make sure they're doing well Does a prayer every morning and every evening to isidore laurent and Incepta respectively Justianian has devoted himself in secret and private to the mastery of his powers, most notably that of making crystalline constructs, 'listening' to the earth. Holdes a deep reverance to the First Scion of Earth, even if he struggles to take after their example Despite having some.of the best teachers, Justianian has proven . . . difficult to teach many of the "proper" topics a Scion is expected to know. A mix of lacking patience and genuine struggle with understanding.certain higher concepts offers his friends bracelets made from colored diamonds. He has a vlog channel, mainly posts his daily routine, exercise vids, training vids, fan meet and greets, and the occasional fight assuming it's not too messy. It can be difficult to get good footage for those His online username is "RockinRangerJ" Justinian has been a Scion for 13 years

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Justianian Gardner

Justinian Gardner

________________________________________ NAME Male | 24 | Lorenzia Scion of Earth _______________________________________________ "He's got a good heart and the hardest head you've ever had the displeasure to clash with." ________________________________________

Incepta, in your benevolence I ask you to forgive the actions this poor soul whom you have blessed will now commit. Holy Sigil Location It shines within his right eye, burning ever brightly like his vigilance against evil. Appearance A handsome young man of average height and lithe build, walking around with an aura of smiles, laughter, and passion. Justinian takes to dressing with great flamboyance and decor, dressing in ways which grab the most attention and taking the time to keep up with the local fashion trends, though never at the cost of his ability to burst into action against threats to the weak. His slender frame belies a extremely fit physique, however, as he has built his body with a gymnast's flexibility and a soldier's sturdiness. Callous line his hands and feet and he carries more than a few scars from his numerous excursions(supervised and not) to face off against the monsters that stalk the country side. The most notable of these is a rather nasty looking scar on his upper right shoulder, a reminder of a encounter against a beast on his way to visit the Rodion Dominon. Personality Bright. If one were to describe Justinian in one word, it would be bright. His dispostion remains cheery no matter the circumstances, he always tries to lift the spirits of those around him, and always willing to be the butt of a joke to crack a smile on someone's face. Rather than wallow in what he has lost, Justianian lives every day like it might be his last and gives thanks to Incepta for every night it isn't. His piety is beyond the reproach of most, in all areas but one: He refuses to let himself be fully constrained in his use of his abilities when it comes to hunting down monsters. And it is with this standpoint that the other factor of his personality comes into play, because much like the element he is imbued with, Justinian is infamously stubborn about things he has set his mind too. The wilfullness of his youth and a fierce independance have only catalyzed with his faith due to his belief that his awakening was Incepta decreeing that he should use his powers to save the helpless and so he often will bash heads with Templars, the church, sometimes even Her Grace High Cardinal Margaret herself. With all due respect, of course. Biography The earth Scion's life before his awakening was. . . an unpleasant one. He was the son of a factory worker that spent all day in a failing factory to bring home scraps to a family of 4 with seemingly another on the way. His mother could barely pay him much attention, so he spent his early life with a great deal of independance that gave him a willful streak that his parents found equal parts exhausting and amusing. It was a rough life, but it was his and he was happy enough with it. The only regret he carried was lacking the ability to help his family rise from the poverty they found themselves in. Unfortunately, this menial commoner's life came to a bloody end as a shadow fell over the small factory town. It started slowly, first with people's pets vanishing in the twilight hours and strange noises being heard in the dead of night. When people started to vanish, a call for help was sent to the local lord of the area. Justinian would not learn until much later that the Lord had known this danger was approaching his town, but the creature and its pack was a known danger that had even managed to take the lives of Templars in the past so they had decided that the loss of one or two commoners as had been the beast's pattern was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. But the creature did not stop at one or two. More and more as the week progressed, people kept disappearing. Homes went quiet, the old factory deemed unsafe. And then, one day, the monster made it's final strike. Justinian saw the first of the monsters on that day, masses of skittering legs and shining black carapaces bursting from the ground as he and his friends played in front of their building complex. Everything after that, however, was hazy and indistinct. He remembers screams, his father grabbing his arm and pulling him. . . somewhere. He couldn't remember where his mother was, or his sister of only 5 years. He could not remember when he and a few other kids had been huddled together in the backroom of the local church, his father looking at him with tears in his eyes and asking him to be brave and keep the younger ones safe. He can remember the banging. Even to this day, he remembers the skittering screech of talons on stone work, of heavy oak buckling and bending against the weight of something huge and savage. He still sees that door at night, in his dreams, bending and buckling and breathing like some great dragon about to unleash a torrent of death upon him. He remembers praying to the Goddess, as clumsily as one can expect of a frightened child. A prayer not for himself, not for his family, but for the strength to protect them all. A prayer to give him some form of agency in this terrible nightmare. To take away this horrid helplessness that gripped him as he stepped infront of the other children, feeling a strange burning crawl through his body. And he knows that Incepta answered. When the Templars came a two days later to investigate the presence of a Scion, what they found left them both horrifed and speechless with awe. The town was covered in the corpses of man and monsters alike but rather than scavenging like the vermin they were, every monster had been frozen in a crystalline amber shell, somehow still alive within their prison. Justinian and the children he protected were found in that church basement, surrounded by a wave of the macabre crystal sculptures while Justianian just say there with a small baby cradled in his small arms. From beneath his frazzled blonde hair, the holy sign of the goddess shone with a dull amber glow from his right eye. The children had all been too scared to leave, wanting to wait for their parents to come and take them home, and the newly awakened Scion had sensed the state of things through the ground beneath their feat. He couldn't bring himself to break that hope to them. In his first meeting with the Templars, Justinian's denied to follow his Templar rescuers until he was promised all of the children in his care were to come with him. He had refused to leave them in that mausoleum of a town, as they were his responsibility. His father had told him to take care of them, and he would not let them out of his sight until he was sure they'd be safe. It wasn't until the head templar gave his wor that he would finally relax, nearly fainting into the arms of the man. That was the last time that he ever let himself cry. For the next year, Justinian responded little to any prompting outside of specifc questions or inquiries, he remained quiet, respectful, and rarely left his room. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. The only thing that ever sparked any interest in him, strangely, was reading. It was the only request he ever made and it was quickly given in hopes of improving the young Scion's condition. He seemed especially fixated on the first Scion of Earth, Isidore Laurent, whom he spent hours reading about in every form he could find. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. And before long, his birthday came around. As he lay in bed, twelve years old watching the kids he had saved all come into his room with present for him, thinking about how they only reason any of them were here was because of his actions that day . . . a choice was made, bringing with it the first smile he'd had in a long time. He told his handler that he had finally felt ready to accept his place as a Scion, which was met with much joy and relief from all around who had about how this event would effect a personof such importance. It was only the next morning that his handler, and all of Lorentia for that matter, would realize the true meaning of his words. The year had not been spent just idly processing his trauma and reading, but listening to the very earth beneath his feet. Feeling the heartbeat of the planet and letting it lead him to the places most active with creatures like those that had attacked his home. The vermin that existed only to ruin so many lives with their destructive desire for chaos, living outside of the natural order. As the sun broke, Justinian's small form was being broadcast live by flabbergasted villagers as he dragged out a wolf-like monster that had been terrorizing their livestock for weeks, the small girl it had been stalking held in his arms. One of several rescues he had made that evening and would continue to make for many years after. Justinian swore on that day not only to never let himself feel that level of helplessness again, but to save every person he could reach from the unfair horrors of life. It was the decree given to him by the Goddess herself and he would fufill it, even if her voice on earth disagreed with him. Weapon of Choice Justinian has taken the years to teach himself at least a passing familiarity with a number of weapons like the spear, staff, sword, and even the bow. But when it comes to his favored weapon, that would simply be his own two hands. Often channeling the strength of the earth into his form, Justianian reinforces his own body to smash through obstacles that stand before him Misc. Prefers to sleep with door wide open Asks his templars not to knock when approaching him has a pangolin plush known as Sir Clawde Still watches over the kids from his home town to make sure they're doing well Does a prayer every morning and every evening to isidore laurent and Incepta respectively Justianian has devoted himself in secret and private to the mastery of his powers, most notably that of making crystalline constructs, 'listening' to the earth, and the growth of plants..The latter more comes in his reverence for the First scion of earth Despite having some.of the best teachers, Justianian has proven . . . difficult to teach many of the "proper" topics a Scion is expected to know. A mix of lacking patience and genuine struggle with understanding.certain higher concepts offers his friends bracelets made from colored diamonds. He has a vlog channel, mainly posts his daily routine, exercise vids, training vids, fan meet and greets, and the occasional fight assuming it's not too messy. It can be difficult to get good footage for those His online username is "RockinRangerJ" Justinian has been a Scion for 13 years

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Justianian Gardner

Justinian Gardner

________________________________________ NAME Male | 24 | Lorenzia Scion of Earth _______________________________________________ Quote about your character from an outsider's POV. ________________________________________

Incepta, in your benevolence I ask you to forgive the actions this poor soul whom you have blessed will now commit. Holy Sigil Location It shines within his right eye, burning ever brightly like his vigilance against evil. Appearance A handsome young man of average height and lithe build, walking around with an aura of smiles, laughter, and passion. Aegis takes to dressing with great flamboyance and decor, dressing in ways which grab the most attention and taking the time to keep up with the local fashion trends, though never at the cost of his ability to burst into action against threats to the weak. His slender frame belies a extremely fit physique, however, as he has built his body with a gymnast's flexibility and a soldier's sturdiness. Callous line his hands and feet and he carries more than a few scars from his numerous excursions(supervised and not) to face off against the monsters that stalk the country side. The most notable of these is a rather nasty looking scar on his upper right shoulder, a reminder of a encounter against a beast on his way to visit the Rodion Dominon. Personality Bright. If one were to describe Justinian in one word, it would be bright. His dispostion remains cheery no matter the circumstances, he always tries to lift the spirits of those around him, and always willing to be the butt of a joke to crack a smile on someone's face. Rather than wallow in what he has lost, Justianian lives every day like it might be his last and gives thanks to Incepta for every night it isn't. His piety is beyond the reproach of most, in all areas but one: He refuses to let himself be fully constrained in his use of his abilities when it comes to hunting down monsters. And it is with this standpoint that the other factor of his personality comes into play, because much like the element he is imbued with, Justinian is infamously stubborn about things he has set his mind too. The wilfullness of his youth and a fierce independance have only catalyzed with his faith due to his belief that his awakening was Incepta decreeing that he should use his powers to save the helpless and so he often will bash heads with Templars, the church, sometimes even Her Grace High Cardinal Margaret herself. With all due respect, of course. Biography The earth Scion's life before his awakening was. . . an unpleasant one. He was the son of a factory worker that spent all day in a failing factory to bring home scraps to a family of 4 with seemingly another on the way. His mother could barely pay him much attention, so he spent his early life with a great deal of independance that gave him a willful streak that his parents found equal parts exhausting and amusing. It was a rough life, but it was his and he was happy enough with it. The only regret he carried was lacking the ability to help his family rise from the poverty they found themselves in. Unfortunately, this menial commoner's life came to a bloody end as a shadow fell over the small factory town. It started slowly, first with people's pets vanishing in the twilight hours and strange noises being heard in the dead of night. When people started to vanish, a call for help was sent to the local lord of the area. Justinian would not learn until much later that the Lord had known this danger was approaching his town, but the creature and its pack was a known danger that had even managed to take the lives of Templars in the past so they had decided that the loss of one or two commoners as had been the beast's pattern was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. But the creature did not stop at one or two. More and more as the week progressed, people kept disappearing. Homes went quiet, the old factory deemed unsafe. And then, one day, the monster made it's final strike. Justinian saw the first of the monsters on that day, masses of skittering legs and shining black carapaces bursting from the ground as he and his friends played in front of their building complex. Everything after that, however, was hazy and indistinct. He remembers screams, his father grabbing his arm and pulling him. . . somewhere. He couldn't remember where his mother was, or his sister of only 5 years. He could not remember when he and a few other kids had been huddled together in the backroom of the local church, his father looking at him with tears in his eyes and asking him to be brave and keep the younger ones safe. He can remember the banging. Even to this day, he remembers the skittering screech of talons on stone work, of heavy oak buckling and bending against the weight of something huge and savage. He still sees that door at night, in his dreams, bending and buckling and breathing like some great dragon about to unleash a torrent of death upon him. He remembers praying to the Goddess, as clumsily as one can expect of a frightened child. A prayer not for himself, not for his family, but for the strength to protect them all. A prayer to give him some form of agency in this terrible nightmare. To take away this horrid helplessness that gripped him as he stepped infront of the other children, feeling a strange burning crawl through his body. And he knows that Incepta answered. When the Templars came a two days later to investigate the presence of a Scion, what they found left them both horrifed and speechless with awe. The town was covered in the corpses of man and monsters alike but rather than scavenging like the vermin they were, every monster had been frozen in a crystalline amber shell, somehow still alive within their prison. Justinian and the children he protected were found in that church basement, surrounded by a wave of the macabre crystal sculptures while Justianian just say there with a small baby cradled in his small arms. From beneath his frazzled blonde hair, the holy sign of the goddess shone with a dull amber glow from his right eye. The children had all been too scared to leave, wanting to wait for their parents to come and take them home, and the newly awakened Scion had sensed the state of things through the ground beneath their feat. He couldn't bring himself to break that hope to them. In his first meeting with the Templars, Justinian's denied to follow his Templar rescuers until he was promised all of the children in his care were to come with him. He had refused to leave them in that mausoleum of a town, as they were his responsibility. His father had told him to take care of them, and he would not let them out of his sight until he was sure they'd be safe. It wasn't until the head templar gave his wor that he would finally relax, nearly fainting into the arms of the man. That was the last time that he ever let himself cry. For the next year, Justinian responded little to any prompting outside of specifc questions or inquiries, he remained quiet, respectful, and rarely left his room. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. The only thing that ever sparked any interest in him, strangely, was reading. It was the only request he ever made and it was quickly given in hopes of improving the young Scion's condition. He seemed especially fixated on the first Scion of Earth, Isidore Laurent, whom he spent hours reading about in every form he could find. Whenever he spoke, his gaze never met that of who he was talking to, as if gazing somewhere miles away. And before long, his birthday came around. As he lay in bed, twelve years old watching the kids he had saved all come into his room with present for him, thinking about how they only reason any of them were here was because of his actions that day . . . a choice was made, bringing with it the first smile he'd had in a long time. He told his handler that he had finally felt ready to accept his place as a Scion, which was met with much joy and relief from all around who had about how this event would effect a personof such importance. It was only the next morning that his handler, and all of Lorentia for that matter, would realize the true meaning of his words. The year had not been spent just idly processing his trauma and reading, but listening to the very earth beneath his feet. Feeling the heartbeat of the planet and letting it lead him to the places most active with creatures like those that had attacked his home. The vermin that existed only to ruin so many lives with their destructive desire for chaos, living outside of the natural order. As the sun broke, Aegis' small form was being broadcast live by flabbergasted villagers as he dragged out a wolf-like monster that had been terrorizing their livestock for weeks, the small girl it had been stalking held in his arms. One of several rescues he had made that evening and would continue to make for many years after. Aegis swore on that day not only to never let himself feel that level of helplessness again, but to save every person he could reach from the unfair horrors of life. It was the decree given to him by the Goddess herself and he would fufill it, even if her voice on earth disagreed with him. Weapon of Choice Justinian has taken the years to teach himself at least a passing familiarity with a number of weapons like the spear, staff, sword, and even the bow. But when it comes to his favored weapon, that would simply be his own two hands. Often channeling the strength of the earth into his form, Justianian reinforces his own body to smash through obstacles that stand before him Misc. Prefers to sleep with door wide open Asks his templars not to knock when approaching him has a pangolin plush known as Sir Clawde Still watches over the kids from his home town to make sure they're doing well Does a prayer every morning and every evening to isidore laurent and Incepta respectively offers his friends bracelets made from colored diamonds.

You Can Become a Hero!

heroically addressing: @LemonsKayo, @FeyblueIzuna

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"After you, Nishikiyama-san." Justice returns Izuna's grin with one of his own, quickly falling in step with the group as they made their way into the auditorium. He had to hold back a chuckle at the sudden flash and dim of the fishy student's bioluminesence spots. While he thought it was a little cute, it didn't take a genius to figuree that she seemed a bit anxious right now and making a comment about them might not be the best thing to do right now. She was already half-way into becoming a fish popsicle after all.

"Oh, I'm a local, born and raised." Justice's response is follwed by a quick glance back to Kayo, looking the shorter student over with some curiosity. She seemed to be a happy go lucky sort, given how much she was smiling. She also must not have been used to the snow, given she seemed to have an errant twitch on her face every now and then. Justice wonders, briefly, if her Quirk had anything to do with her serpentine eyes, given they seemed to be the most visually striking aspect of her appearance, which was a common trait among certain quirk types.Not that it could really tell him much, of course. "The cold honestly isn't too bad, all things considered. A few months here and you'll probably barely even notice it. And if not, I could try to find make some warmer stuff for you if you'd like. I'm a bit of a hobby tailor, after all, and I think I have a good idea for fashion and outfits."