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Golden River Inn

Sheng Qingling

It had been a few days since Qingling arrived at Xincai. he knew he had to get away from the place where his family's crime had been discovered so he wouldn't get caught, but he had no idea where his parents went. His father didn't really have a place to call home, and his mother had only mentioned the Immortal Tools in passing; it hadn't occurred to her to tell him a place to go should he ever get lost. After all, both of his parents were great martial artists, and would be able to find him. But now they believed he was dead, and he had no way of locating them.

From the moment he arrived in the city, he began plying his trade, performing in the streets for coin and keeping his ears open for gossip. it wasn't long until rumors brought him to the Golden River Inn, a place where martial artists gathered. It would be the perfect location to keep his ear to the ground for any news of his parents. If they were on the vengeance warpath, he was sure he'd hear news of them resurface sooner or later. He had approached the innkeeper with his musical talent, offering to entertain the guests in exchange for room, board, and a small income; a few songs later, and he had the job.

Everyday since, Qingling would check the board for news of his parents, but so far there was nothing. Currently, he sat at the north wall of the ground floor were he had been given a stage from which to play. As he strummed his guqin, Qingling sang about a soldier whose contingent had suffered a grave defeat. Behind enemy lines, the soldier needed to find a way back to his homeland. His motivation being the fact that news of his defeat would reach his parents and that they would presume him dead. He blamed himself for his filial impiety at allowing his parents to suffer the grief of losing a child when he was actually well and alive.

Though the subject matter hit close to home, Qingling did not allow his voice to waver, delivering the music impeccably. Expression through song was his own way of lamenting his situation and confronting the worry that plagued him. In a way, he was screaming out to the world in a vain attempt to reach his parents to let them know that he was alive and for them not to grieve. He knew it was pointless, but it was cathartic in its own way.

Qingling had considered journeying out to search for them himself, but not only did he not know where to start or what direction to head in, he was also in poor health. Qingling had died, or nearly died, he wasn't sure which, and years of drugs and having his meridians tweaked had taken a tremendous toll on his body. He didn't blame his mother for trying to hone him but he had to admit that it had come at a great cost. If he was to travel out, he would almost certainly need an escort. But who could he trust to take him? Who could he rely on?






A strange wave of cultural nostalgia, one might even say, "national pride", passed over Gendou as he entered the Ishin school grounds, a testament to Ishin's identity. Gendou looked about nervously, but his anxiety right now was more akin to giddiness. He had made it, and he knew that his mother's spirit was watching over him. Gendou had done his best to try to fit in, hoping to discard his status as social outcast and prime target for bullying, so he had worn the uniform that had been sent to him along with his acceptance letter and the guidance pamphlet.

There seemed to be a crowd at the entrance, probably first years like himself taking a picture at the gate to commemorate their acceptance, but Gendou was by himself, and felt a selfie was a bit...disrespectful given the gravitas of the school. Besides, Gendou didn't want to screw up in the slightest, and had resolved to never be late for anything, especially not on on his first day. So the first order of business would be to get to the entrance speech well before it started. To avoid physical contact, Gendou kept his distance from the crowd and shuffled his way past the gate when he heard a loud announcement.

Slightly startled, Gendou turned to look at what all the fuss was about, and saw Haruhi greeting the school. The thought to wave at her and return the greeting crossed his mind, only to be immediately crushed by a pessimistic sense of low self-worth. She obviously wasn't directing her greeting at him, and trying to talk to her would probably just throw off her vibe. She was clearly enjoying herself, and didn't need Gendou's awkwardness to spoil her mood. During this momentary introspection, Gendou caught himself staring and immediately averted his gaze, hoping that he hadn't creeped her out too much. With heavy thoughts of sudden doubt weighing on him, Gendou hung his head and quickened his pace towards the assembly hall. He would feel more at ease sitting as it would allow himself to feel smaller and less exposed.
Gammaton had already reached out an insectoid claw towards the skin of her choosing, but recoiled at Faetalis' declaration. These were not their trophies, but the trophies of their betters. Gammaton remembered more vividly now, that while she had faced the original possessor if this skin on the field of combat, it had been the Supreme beings who struggled against this particular opponent. Gammaton had instead commanded her armies and dealt with the enemy's lesser minions.

At first, Gammaton thought that Faetalis was suggesting for Gammaton go out into the world to seek a worthy opponent either in combat or in tactics, to subdue them, and flay them for their skin, bringing it back as a prize for Faetalis to fashion into a disguise. Yet this also was not Faetalis' intent. Faetalis asked them to look inside themselves to discover the 'human within'. This was an ironic, almost blasphemous joke for Gammaton. In her egg state, she was an insectoid neural parasite residing within a humanoid shell. If anything, she was was often in the form of a human, but was truly an insect deep inside all along, not the other way around. She thought back to the minor argument she had just had with Cormac. Gammaton had no issue pretending to be a human, but to actually be such an inferior creature felt beneath her. Not only did Gammaton believe that insects were far superior to other animal kingdoms, even among mammals, humans ranked pretty low in Gammaton's eyes.

And yet, in both Yggdrasil and in this New World, it was humans that reigned as the apex species. Why had Gammaton never considered this obvious flaw in nature's design? Gammaton was suddenly fueled by a desire to 'correct' this evolutionary fallacy, but thoughts of evolution invariably turned her mind towards GrillBears, her creator. He had been human too. Faetalis, though ascended, is human as well. GrillBears had created Gammaton to be a capable warrior and general, but her had also made her something of an alchemist, instead of blind obedience alone, he made her curious about the world, and fascinated by the potential of life. He spent his free time experimenting and showing her his handiwork. She didn't understand at the time, she merely saw the expediency of using his research to make her soldiers more powerful for the sake of Infactorium's military glory. She did not at the time partake in the joy of discovery. Yet now she finds herself lounging in Hivehill, once she had received orders from Faetalis and relayed those orders to her workers, Gammaton was bored. Bored with simple obedience.

Gammaton wanted something; and as a lepidopteran, the answer was simple, she wanted to evolve. And she thought that this desire was merely the instinctual need to continue her metamorphic cycle of rebirth, but perhaps it was telling that her disdain for humanity was probably due in part to jealousy. Why were humans the dominant species in both worlds? But then, did that mean that Gammaton wanted to become human? The thought disgusted her, but it made her wonder, what did a human want? Her mind returned to GrillBears. During one of his experiments he had mentioned another world off-handedly to Gammaton. He had mused on why he enjoyed being in Yggdrasil so much, to the detriment of the time he spent in the 'other world'. His answer was simple, in Yggdrasil, he could be anything he wanted to be, do anything he wanted to do. In Yggdrasil, he could experiment on animals and...'play God'.

As a general, discipline was everything to Gammaton; discipline and obedience. Sure, she was allowed to be imaginative when it came to elaborate strategies, but her goal had always aligned with what her superiors wanted of her. Gammaton had always suppressed her ambition, her selfish desire. But here, now, Gammaton realized that she wanted the same thing humans wanted, and this was the 'human' inside of her. Gammaton didn't want to be human, but a human didn't want to be human either. A human wanted to be God, and so too, did Gammaton.

Yet this did not answer the the very real problem at hand, Gammaton was to devise a look that she would feel most comfortable and request Faetalis to tailor the disguise. Gammaton wasn't sure if Faetalis could fashion a disguise that was the very concept of a God, but even if she could, it wouldn't be much of a disguise. No, for now, Gammaton had to quell her ambitions. Apotheosis would come much, much later. It was not yet time for ambition and grandeur. But there was a change, Gammaton found herself identifying more with the clerical and pharmaceutical aspects of her nature more than the military; the alchemist side of her personality, for is an alchemist not one who seeks God through science? One who yearns for the secrets of the universe, who would challenge nature and turn lead into gold? Was not Faetalis, the closest thing to a God in Gammaton's eyes, not herself an alchemist of sorts?

Gammaton imagined, in her minds eye, the image of a potion-seller, but one unsatisfied with her station, and therefore dressed regally and opulently, with a devious twinkle in her eye. The queen of her own ivory tower, and an intellectual who defied outdated philosophies, one who could sacrifice anything in the pursuit of evolution.

Gammaton crossed her many segmented arms in contemplation. "Lady Faetalis, your craft is far beyond our understanding. Will a verbal description suffice to be translated into a visual shape? Would that you were a neural parasite too, then I could let you consume a chunk of my brain to convey the image I have in mind."

Akisuji Gendou
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Physical Description
Gendou is a small boy, standing at 157cm (5'2") with a thin frame. Physically, he is quite weak and it shows. Bruises and scratches cover his body from being excessively bullied. The skin under his eyes is dark and baggy, the bagginess being a product of his quirk, which allows the eyes he spawns to exit their sockets. His black pupils are unnaturally large, some would say 'creepy', and paired with his short, messy black hair, Gendou gives off a gloomy aura. Gendou is often too emotionally drained to put much thought into his appearance, and only the school dress code prevents him from appearing too slovenly and unkempt. His left wrist is often bandaged, and though he generally tries to cover it with long sleeves, the summer uniform prevents this.

Personal History
Gendou's father, Mr. Akisuji, was a man with a curse. With the quirk, Death Glare, he could, upon activation of his quirk, instill dread in anyone he gazed upon. His large, intimidating frame also added to his ability to cause fear. However, Mr. Akisuji was a normal man with normal ambitions, and he strove his whole life never to use his quirk due to its tendency to forcefully coerce people. He would not allow himself to become a villain, but he had no desire to become a hero. But this didn't mean that he was a pushover, and if he needed to, he could stand up for himself, his size usually being enough of a deterrent. However, a few times in his life, the nature of his quirk was leaked, and those who had been intimidated by him would use this fact to accuse him of illegal quirk use. Since there was no way to prove one way or another whether or not they were intimidated by his size alone or by his quirk, such accusations usually ended up in favor of the accuser, and Mr. Akisuji had, as a result, lost many jobs and opportunities due to these false accusations, making life difficult for him and his new family. From then on, Mr. Akisuji did his best be as non-confrontational and as non-threatening as possible and to not to let anyone feel intimidated by him, being reduced to a sycophant and yes-man in the office.

As Mr. Akisuji's son, Gendou was instilled with his father's ideals. Realizing that Gendou's ability to shoot lasers from his eyes was far more dangerous than just instilling fear, his father forbade him from using his quirk, yet he still wanted his son to stand up for himself. In a sense, Mr. Akisuji's frustrations at not being able to express himself in his workplace made him want all the more for his son to have a spine. But Gendou was gentle, like his mother, and his ability to make numerous eyes come floating out of his head was seen as gross and creepy by his classmates, ostracizing him. Things started to get out of hand when bullies discovered that smacking the back of Gendou's head would cause eyeballs to come popping out. The bullies would then throw the eyes against walls, hit them with baseball bats, or grind them into the pavement with their heels, causing Gendou tremendous pain. The bullies literally had Gendou by the (eye)balls and could order him around as they pleased, threatening his eyes should he disobey. Gendou would return home everyday, beaten and bruised. His father would tell him to fight back, but without using his quirk, which seemed like an impossible task since he was physically rather weak. Unfortunately, Mr. Akisuji was always busy with work and didn't have much time to spend with Gendou to really coach him on how to defend himself, and their relationship became estranged.

On the other hand, Gendou's mother was a gentle soul with fragile health who had attended Isshin Academy's support class, and worked as a hero support item engineer. However, due to Isshin's high standards, even the support class had to learn about heroic ethical standards. Because Gendou's mother soothed him by telling him that his quirk wasn't creepy and that it was, in fact, an amazing quirk, Gendou would ask if he could use his quirk in retaliation of his bullies, to which his mother would sit him down with a heroic ethics textbook and explain why he shouldn't do that. As a result, Gendou's tormented mind was exposed at an early age to moral philosophy. Though she didn't really push for it, Gendou's mother recommended isshin, should her son ever decide t ogo into the hero business, and unbeknownst to Gendou, she had even called in a favor to the staff at Isshin to 'take care of her son' should he apply. This favor eventually became a final request, as Gendou's mother passed away due to her poor health.

After Gendou's mother passed, Mr. Akisuji sat Gendou down and they had a heart to heart. Mr. Akisuji acknowledged that life wasn't fair, and that it often sucked. They were both cursed with their quirks. Mr. Akisuji surmised that perhaps Gendou should try to become a hero. It would allow him to finally use his quirk and hopefully allow him to climb his way out of this spiral of bullying that he found himself trapped in. Mr. Akisuji apologized for not confronting Gendou's bullies' parents or the school about it, but he knew that if he tried, he could get in trouble again for 'illegal quirk use'. If Gendou could be famous, if he could be popular, he would be able to change the negative perception surrounding his quirk. At the very least, Mr. Akisuji hoped that Gendou would be surrounded by peers with heroic personalities who would be too civilized to bully him, even though he knew his son did not have the stomach for competition, nor the strength to endure the hardships of a hero curriculum. Mr. Akisuji wanted Gendou to prove himself, for both of their sakes, and to honor his mother. Finally, Mr. Akisuji said something that would stick with Gendou, "A curse is just a gift that's been squandered," and for once in his life, Gendou felt the motivation to actually do something turn his life around.

In the short time before the entrance exam, Gendou tried to toughen up, with minimal results, but he reviewed everything his mother had taught him about ethics. He trained his quirk in secret with his father, though he still had a long way to go. So with nothing but a prayer, and a mother's dying wish, Gendou applied to Isshin, floundered, but was ultimately accepted.

Character Arc
- Improve Self-Esteem
- Quirk Discovery and Mastery
- MAKE FRIENDS
- Reveal and learn to manage bottled up resentment

Quirk Description
Eye-craft Carrier, is a hybrid Mutation and Emitter-type quirk (though it is classified as an emitter due to it acting primarily at range) that allows Gendou to launch an indeterminate number of floating eyeballs from his eye sockets. The eyes fly and emit laser beams via telepathic command, and Gendou can see and feel what the eyeballs see and feel. Each eyeball will dissolve into gelatin after an hour. The eyeballs feel significantly less pain than a normal eyeball, but still hurt nonetheless. They are, however, not sensitive to drying like a normal eyeball would be.

In the beginning, a single beam has the heat intensity of sunlight focused by a magnifying glass on a summer day, as well as a slight pushing force. However, and this is an oversimplification, power is proportional to the square of intensity, so multiple beams being focused on the same spot increases the power exponentially. Three beams is 9 times hotter, and 9 times more pushing force than a single beam. His ultimate attack would most likely be focusing all his eyes on a single point, like a Death Star attack. The eyes are also capable of lifting more than their own weight, up to ten kilograms each for now, though the more weight they carry, the slower they are.

The more eyeballs Gendou commands simultaneously, the more he suffers from various brain-related conditions such as nausea, vertigo, and migraines. For now, controlling more than six eyeballs at once (not including the two in his head) is the limit of what Gendou can tolerate.
Hey all, sorry. It's so easy to just let months slip out of my fingers these days. I would still like to continue this, though I understand if waiting such a long time for posts puts a damper on things.
Gammaton was glad that Levia did not seem to have been slighted by having her original suggestion overruled by the majority. This was a good sign, and it looked like the council would be able to cooperate without issue going forward. The thought stuck in Gammaton's mind for a moment, since disagreement didn't seem to have even been a possibility in the past. What was it about this world that made potential friction even an issue? Gammaton had been pensive and ponderous as of late, having noticed that something within herself had fundamentally changed. Still, there were more important matters at hand, and Faetalis led them to the Dollhouse.

Gammaton remembered with the passion of open combat the faces of these simulacra of past opponents, and had no idea that Faetalis had been collecting them. Levia seemed apprehensive of fitting her frame into a humanoid body, whereas Mae had her own disguise, and Cormac hardly needed one. Gammaton too, as a brain parasite, could embed herself into a host as a disguise instead, though that would require her to make a full metamorphic cycle before she was in that phase again. But it seemed disrespectful if none of them accepted this gift from Faetalis, so Gammaton crawled over to the form of a female knight. "This one...I remember her. I may not be able to fit in my current form, but once I am fully evolved, I should be able to. I may have to clip my wings to do so, but a strong healing spell should put me right as rain afterwards."

@Enkryption

Sorry, work ramped up for the past month. I'll try to get a post out in a day or so.
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