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This is looking to be the most popular class in the school.


Oh not you again, @KoL.
@Blu

Is it possible for a character to be classified as Magic combat-oriented, only to grow over the RP and find they're more Might instead.
Interesting indeed. I suppose I'll lay claim to a sparky girl.
I'm also going to be letting this go as I've lost interest in using Reina over time. Hope that helps in opening up some spots though; thanks for having me.

For the longest time, Lord Ignis stared down the mysterious Pandora beat for beat. Neither moved and, barring some smirk from Pandora, neither had a readable expression either. Only when one of their allies entered the would-be wolf chief’s room did Lord Ignis choose to ignore the keeper of the Abyss. Naturally, she was to be a waif of a creature indeed in both appearance and tolerance. Lord Ignis made no expression in seeing Chryseis had returned to his more human looking form rather than pad up the stairway as a beastly lion.

“There’s nothing to see here. We were just concluding our business,” Lord Ignis answered the blonde man. Already he was moving out of the small study, expecting those loyal to follow him. After all, he could already sense the Oni’s presence was no more. Whether Jukati was killed or wandered off further into the Abyss’ depths was no immediate concern when there was little to be done about the fact. It was a sacrifice to be paid with their newfound legions. “I’ve discussed negotiations with the wolf’s leader. In exchange for protection and a true home, they will serve us in our cause. But that’s probably why you’re looking downcast,” Lord Ignis told Chryseis.

The skull-faced man placed a hand on his shoulder even as he walked. “Worry not. You will have your great war very soon. Today is but a taste of the ocean of carnage you may commit.” With knowing words left to be said, Lord Ignis continued on his way until he exited the wolf’s fortress. Many of the mutts had little loyalty left to the old regime of humans; thus, it was easy for them to follow along if their chief said so. All that remained now was reuniting with the others and so they would. As far as Lord Ignis was concerned, the wolf fortress was their territory now.

Ironically, it wasn’t too far off from the Watcher’s temple as well. While the Abyss was everlasting, some points of dimension were given. It wasn’t long before Lord Ignis led the wolves and their own small number to the temple where Willowa’s group was already at work thriving and rebuilding anew. In a single day, two locations had been added to their rule, if not by influence, by sheer numbers alone from the wolves now following around their troupe.
I'll keep an eye on this.

The operation was proceeding smoothly. Indeed, within mere minutes of the initial landing, MFF forces had already made contact with Goomie’s prisoners. All of this and more were relayed back to the commanding officer; and the good professor could already see this operation closing soon. All that was left was to root out Goomie herself, flush her out of her hiding hole. Kusanagi observed the screens idly from command, noting the swift progress. But her sight was not completely on the MFF. She had confidence the troops had some semblance of common sense among them to do their job and get it right this time.

No, her eyes were set on Terrorkeat. Having the bird brought to the field, she studied the GMG’s reactions and body language like a hawk. A black dot filled in one of her ears and, if any of the scrambling officers bothered to pay attention, they’d hear noise coming from the other end of the transmitter, directly patched to the cameras trained on Terrorkeat. There was, after all, reason why the bird was reacting the way she was. As thoughtless as the GMGs were, they were still animals to be studied and, possibly, controlled to mitigate their behavior and damages. But those were all lofty goals for the future. For now, she watched and waited.

Indeed, there was something new in the island’s air that only another GMG could sense. A wave of frequency only picked up by Terrorkeat and Goomie was what was prevailing in the air. The beat and frequency of it, initially picked up back in Center City, was now even stronger on the island. However, the source seemed directed more towards Terrorkeat than Goomie, though more than likely it would have drawn out both. It almost sounded like a voice to the bird, a familiar one at that. Whatever her reaction may be, it would be recorded and noted by Kusanagi.

As the MFF soldiers began the tedious process of transporting the captured civilians, a tremor unfelt by humans passed through the island. Indeed, Akane, Terrorkeat, and Goomie would feel it well, rattling through their cores. There was little doubt to them; a new GMG was roaming around somewhere on the island, unseen and unheard. Specifically unseen, as something gently scraped against Terrorkeat’s cage, despite there being nothing at large or at present. To the human eye, it looked as if the wind was rustling the metal, and yet….Kusanagi narrowed her sights and opened a line of communication.

“McNair. How’s the weather down there,” she asked casually. “Oh? Fair skies and no winds? I see. No winds at all.” Her gaze hardened over on Terrorkeat’s screen. “….set your weapons to stun. Why? Oh, just a hunch. You know how I am with hunches. Now that’s an order.”
This seems interesting. Is there an overarching plot you have in your minds for this or is it a sandbox?


It's a little bit of both, though more so leaning to the former. That is to say, an overarching plot that expands/is determined by actions in sandbox.
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