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  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33568588 - 1 year ago

    This took a while, I'm not gonna lie. These guys were a pain to work on, the team name in particular, but here they are, at long last! These four lovely people are vicious mercenaries, each with their own set of rules to work by, and don't think that just anyone would make any exception! Make no mistake, they've agreed to act as a team only in terms of coordinating who goes where for which "job"... which actually made things a bit more efficient for their deadly trade! But that's enough of me yapping, here they are... Team "A.R.M.E."! 


  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33568589 - 1 year ago

    Name: Charlene ("Shar-leen")

    Surname: Aranka (Hungarian for "gold")

    Faunus Trait: N/A

    Aura Color: Bronze

    Aura Rating: Moderate


    -Samus Aran ("Metroid" game series)

    -Leia Skywalker ("Star Wars" movie series)

    Affiliation: Mercenary/Assassin

    Kingdom of Origin: Vacuo

    Kingdom of Occupation: Vale

    Age: 28 years

    Height: 6'2"

    Weight: 185 lbs

    Build: Lean

    Profile Appearance:


    Note: Weapon in image is only a Rinmaru placeholder of closest resemblance (and is only half of the whole thing).

    Other Appearance Details:

    -Vest has straps sewn in, on the back, with holsters for the two halves of her weapon.

    -Emblem is tattooed on her back, though only partially visible, most of the time.

    -Black shorts, ending at the knees.



    Strengths: Trained from an early age, giving a lot of experience to work with in combat; Physically adept for almost any situation (the exception to such will be mentioned in the next section); Does not let anything get in the way of her task (especially if paid in advance), not even if the target(s) get reinforcements or are felt to not have to be targeted. 

    Weaknesses: While adept to most situations, being pitted against targets of equal or higher skill level is much less than ideal (slow metabolism, which leads to the risk of draining her stamina and, in turn, her Aura); Ranged attack is comparatively weak, given the lack of a high firing rate (weapon is only semi-auto, not fully auto).

    Personality: Not one to talk unless spoken to. If the situation isn't during a "mission" however, she CAN be quite sociable, cheerful, even has some semblance of humor... if the topic of conversation calls for it. But since conversation is usually rare, not many are able to witness her as a sensitive human being, and knowing this has a depressing effect on her. Even so, she does everything she can to not let that get in the way of her line of work, and the effort most definitely shows. Orders or not, she does still care if the target isn't some Grimm pack that needs to be cleared, even if she does feel the need to charge extra for the hit against said person.

    Known History: Born in a remote location just outside of Vacuo, life was already difficult with the lack of outside support. When a group of Griffins swarmed the town when Charlene was only eight, however, things couldn't have gotten worse... She was lucky to have survived, as it was when she found the sense to run that she discovered her Semblance... which didn't, at the time, do anything more than stall just long enough for her to get past the Griffins that tried to attack. What made matters worse was when the town suddenly burst into an enormous ball of red fire for reasons that even she couldn't tell you. It IS theorized, however, that the Dust merchant visiting at the time had found the sense to gather up enough Fire Dust to wipe out every non-flammable thing in the town, not long after Charlene had gotten to cover just outside the town's now shattered borders. Knowing she'd have to survive on her own, since then, she'd tried every possible way to get by. Using her Semblance to perform, attempting to make a living through cooking (she turned out to be nothing exemplary in the practice), even blacksmithing (which... only lasted until she had forged a weapon that she just couldn't part with, at the age of 14). Eventually, however, she found an occupation that was more... "financially reliable" towards her abilities at the age of 15: mercenary contracting. See, in the town she grew up in, it was already important to be ready to act when Grimm or bandits attacked (even though at the time, she couldn't even fend off a young Beowolf). That in mind, it made sense, that she'd have the mind to continue training when no one else was around. She had been trying to get her act together again with another group of performers when an accidental incident, involving some of the props being flung in entirely the wrong direction (let's just say it didn't go well, so you can be spared the details), caught the interest of... "less than reputable people" as some would say. Anyways, it started off as covering for certain people or standing guard for certain establishments. Eventually though, when she became of age (18), the jobs only got more serious, going as far as assassinations of political figures (usually ones that kinda had it coming, which did make it all the easier to stomach) or some "punks" that upset the wrong people. To this day, she does still take said mercenary contracts from various sources (taking care that said hits didn't conflict with said sources, of course), but it's not unknown that she has gotten in trouble with people that say/do the wrong things around her... but that's pretty rare (and by that, I mean like...  one-in-a-thousand chance). Best guess, though, she may well still be looking for a life outside of being a mercenary... as her personality suggests, in the views of others that have conversed with her... Then again, this theory isn't exactly supported by the fact that she's taken lead of a small band of mercenaries now calling themselves "Team A.R.M.E."

    Semblance: Telekinesis (physically bound) - Basically, it's like controlling gravity through direct motion of the user. While this may seem like a huge advantage right off the bat, this ability has it's limits. Namely, the ability to move an object and the mass of said object, in comparison to the user, are inversely related. For instance, an object (or person) of the same weight of the user could only be moved around for a few seconds at a time, and the force in said movement wouldn't exactly be enough to cause serious injury.

    Weapon of Choice:


    "Metro" Tactical Dust-Phaser Staff- Two... excessively large Dust pistols, with a custom-made interlocking mechanism to join them together into a short staff. The ammunition for these comes from Fire and Lightning Dust, which forms a combination that acts a sort of molten ammunition. Both guns also have a control switch, activating such alters the function from semi-auto pistol to pistol-grip heat saber (basically an orange light saber with a pistol grip). This makes for several different applications, especially in making use of the rotator joint on either side of the locking mechanism.

    Fighting Style: Style is a combination of several forms of kung fu... should it involve use of oversized pistols and a staff that melts through Grimm like a hot knife through butter. Charlene will usually start with both pistols and relying on ranged combat as a way to keep the opponent(s) from getting too close. Should that fail, however, she will either switch them both to saber setting and use them individually, only switch one to saber and use them as a combination, interlock them into staff configuration... okay, let's be honest, having to list ALL of the configurations would be boring, so let's just assume they are each used accordingly to the following combinations: pistol + pistol, pistol + saber, saber + saber, gun + gun on staff, gun + saber on staff, and saber + saber on staff.

    Simplified Statistics:

    Agility- 7/10

    Melee Proficiency- 8/10

    Accuracy- 6/10

    Defense- 7/10

    Strength- 6/10

    Aura- 6/10

    Sociability- 8/10

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33568598 - 1 year ago

    Name: Mote (Derived from "Mot", meaning "death" in Ugaritic)

    Surname: Rajani (meaning "the dark one" in Sanskrit) 

    Faunus Trait: N/A

    Aura Color: Blue-violet

    Aura Rating: Average

    Allusion: Reaper (Overwatch)

    Affiliations: Mercenary

    Kingdom of Origin: Vacuo

    Kingdom of Occupation: Vale

    Age: 36

    Height: 6'2"

    Weight: 240 lbs

    Build: Stocky, Heavy set

    Profile Appearance:


    Additional Appearance Info:

    -Trench coat is a loose fit as to conceal the pack he uses for Dust storage.

    -Blue jeans, thick and lightly worn.

    -Thick black combat boots, also lightly worn.

    -Black leather gloves, usually visible when not wearing the Fire Fang gauntlets.

    -Several rings of various metals worn on both hands.

    -The cap is steel-lined under the bill to hold it's shape (and to use as a last resort).

    -Emblem is shown on the back of the jacket



    Strengths: Decent precision; excellent judge of the surrounding situation (knowing whether to press forward or to withdraw from the scene); Persistent when necessary; powerhouse in physicality; Extremely difficult to sneak up on; and efficient and effective at negotiating terms.

    Weaknesses: Rarely talks outside of "business necessities"; Can't afford to take multiple hits (lack of integrity); Can only do so much at one time; And not exactly the friendly type.

    Personality: Dark, quiet, "broody" as the term goes, and dead serious... He doesn't speak unless given a reason to, such as negotiating business deals (ranging from the pay for a hit, making a counter-deal, or clearing out Grimm in a nearby town). He doesn't hesitate for anything other than to survey the present situation. Last of all, if he's paid to do it, he'll see to it until either the job is done or a better counter deal is made (not exactly good news, for the Grimm).

    Known History: Originally born in Vacuo, he'd already had a fair share of tussles as a boy. Having had both parents as mercenaries as well, it was only natural that he'd been bullied wherever he went. This gradually built up his brooding dark nature and, some time after he had his Fire Fang gauntlets developed, eventually caused him to snap, driving him to tear down his tormentors and those that tried to intervene in a blaze of fire... or so the story goes. All that really IS known is that he's clearly lived through tough times, which reflects upon every business target he's put down, severed from the life lines, or burned to the ground... Yeah, he does NOT take his mercenary trade lightly... For... those that have... well... you probably get the idea. Still, at least he's shown tolerance enough to team up with several others (even adopted the youngest of them a year ago), now calling themselves "Team A.R.M.E." On the other hand, he argues that it's "merely to make coordinating our careers more efficient, thus making for mutual benefit that cannot be ignored."

    Semblance: Spectral Mist - Deforms the body and whatever's attached into a violet mist and reforms it in another location (or in the same one) at will. While this means for prevention of getting hit, it ALSO prevents him from dealing hits as well. As far as anything attached, he cannot simply choose not to reform it, it HAS to be reformed along with himself. Each deformation and reformation takes a small amount of Aura, but movement of the mist created does not. Use of the Semblance does NOT allow for Aura recovery while he's in mist form.

    Weapon of Choice:


    "Fire Fang" Dual-Phase Spearhead Gauntlets - Like any gauntlet that uses Dust feeds rather than cartridges, each gauntlet has small hoses that extend from the intake ring to a Dust pack worn by the user. As for the dual-phase portion of the name, one function is a powerful, singular blast that deals grenade-like damage. The second function is a moderately powerful beam of Dust energy, usually powerful enough to cut through stone with ease and steel with mild effort (assuming that Fire Dust is used). Those with Aura, however, would more likely get blown far away by the beam... Oh, and the blades aren't to be taken lightly, by the way. They tend to hurt... A lot... So yeah, don't get TOO close, if not the one using them. It's rumored that this particular set has been modified so that the blades can be triggered to be imbued with the Fire Dust...

    Battle Strategy: "Get the job done, by any means necessary. If not possible, forget it, I'm out." - Mote Rajani. In more detail, this means he usually goes through multiple strategies viable for the application of the task at hand. This includes many different fighting styles such as Tai Chi, karate, and even boxing. If the target in question is too strong at that given moment, he'll simply "specter" out using his Semblance and try again with a different tactic until he's out of ideas. At that point, he just leaves it be...

    Simplified Statistics:

    Agility- 6/10

    Melee Proficiency- 8/10

    Accuracy- 8/10

    Defense- 8/10

    Strength- 7/10

    Aura- 6/10

    Sociability- 3/10

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33568601 - 1 year ago

    Name: Felina (Derived from "Felinus", meaning "cat-like" in Latin)

    Surname: Melanie

    Adopted Surname: Rajani

    Faunus Trait: Lynx Ears

    Aura Color: Periwinkle

    Aura Rating: Low-Moderate

    Allusion: Widowmaker (Overwatch)

    Affiliations: Apprentice

    Kingdom of Origin: Menagerie

    Kingdom of Occupation: Vale

    Age: 16

    Height: 5'8"

    Weight: 160 lbs

    Build: Thin, yet lean

    Profile Appearance:


    Additional Appearance info:

    - Blue jeans, ending a half-inch above the ankles

    - Wears a large holster for her weapon on her left hip, with another for ammo clips on the other hip

    - Emblem is tattooed on the back of her neck, between the shoulders

    - Facial tattoos are intended to mimic the appearance of a lynx

    - Slight hourglass figure



    Strengths: Fast and agile, but capable of staying perfectly still when she needs to; Perfect vision, due, in part, to her Faunus heritage; Very sociable, even when the situation doesn't call for it; Ambidextrous; Can be very persuasive when she wants to be...

    Weaknesses: Impulsive to a fault (but with limitations); Very brash in making decisive actions (though it's only occasional that it doesn't work out); Very picky, so not exactly self-dependent...

    Personality: Lively and with such spunk, it's difficult to stay mad or irritated in her presence for long (though Mote seems to have no problems with such...). Even so, her spontaneous nature can sometimes get her into trouble, which would have to be dealt with before anything else can take place. Despite her cheerful nature, however, she seems more fragile and volatile when her past is brought up, implying a deep spite for those related to said events.

    Known History: There is mostly speculation as to how she came across Mote Rajani, her adoptive father, but it's no secret where she came from. Felina was born and raised in Menagerie, named for her ears (for some strange reason, not having the normal human ears as well), and growing up to be an ideal candidate for White Fang training. However, she had gotten word of the things the White Fang had been doing and she most certainly wanted no part of it. Hearing of this, several known White Fang officials were to have her put down for her defiance to the cause... and she was only 14 too... Before they could finish the job (which was of little effort, seeing as her signature weapon was still in the prototype stages), however, in the time she needed for it most, her Semblance made itself known, more than capable of getting her out of harms way and allowing her to escape from Menagerie before the White Fang could put together what had just happened. As for how Felina met up with Mote and dedicated herself to following him, that's still up to debate, seeing as she refuses to make it known. Still, at least it meant that she had no argument in joining up with another two mercenaries, herself, Mote, and them forming up to make the guns-for-hire group now known as "Team A.R.M.E."

    Semblance: Transfiguration (Lynx) -Allows for the ability to transform into the animal that holds the greatest resemblance to the user (in Felina's case, a lynx). Transformation into and out of animal form requires only a small amount of Aura, but remaining in animal form stops Aura recovery almost completely. Should Aura run out, the user is stuck in animal form until Aura is fully recovered, which can take several days.

    -Yes, this is indeed inspired by the show "Animorphs", I just didn't bother to put it up as an allusion-

    Weapon of choice:


    "Widower" Double-Barreled Blade Rifle- Three configurations, three different ways to take down the target. First is the basic SMG form, blade folded to the side and both barrels able to fire alternatively at a rate of about 4 shots per second. Second, rifle form. The blade is straightened for the non-sharp side to be used as the shoulder rest and both barrels firing simultaneously and precisely at a rate of one burst (both bullets fired at the same time) per second. Third and final remains as rifle configuration, but is held by the handle below the barrels. When swung, however, the momentum of the blade allows it to be extended outward for longer reach, from which it retracts after the swing. Note: Shading in this image is not present as a deliberate detail, implying that the weapon has been fashioned to not reflect light, which makes for an improved stealth factor.

    Fighting Style: Entirely dependent on the Widower. If disarmed, she will Transfigure to get away and to get back to her weapon later. While she practices handling the Widower in it's multiple configurations, she has yet to practice fighting hand-to-hand.

    Simplified Statistics:

    Agility- 8/10

    Melee Proficiency- 5/10

    Accuracy- 9/10

    Defense- 5/10

    Strength- 5/10

    Aura- 4/10

    Sociability- 9/10

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33568608 - 1 year ago

    Name: Elderim (derived from Turkish "Yildirim" meaning "lightning")

    Surname: Hurik ("small fire" in Armenian)

    Faunus Trait: N/A

    Aura Color: Cyan

    Aura Rating: Moderate


    -Deadpool (... this is DEADPOOL we're talking about here... seriously?)

    -Blur (Transformers franchise)

    Affiliation: Mercenary

    Kingdom of Origin: Atlas

    Kingdom of Occupation: Vale

    Age: 32 years

    Height: 6'0"

    Weight: 165 lbs.

    Build: Wiry but firm

    Profile Appearance:


    Other Appearance Details: 

    -All limbs are cybernetic (and painted blue), courtesy of Atlesian technology.

    -Jacket sleeves are torn off below the shoulders, as are the blue jeans (torn from above the knee), from use of the cybernetics.

    -Upper arms have built in Dust feeds that have to be refilled from time to time.

    -Eye marks are supposedly to imply precise aim...

    -Baldness resulted from "stress" when the anesthetics expired early during one of the procedures...



    Strengths: Cybernetics allow for high endurance and metabolic sufficiency (having all four limbs replaced means there isn't exactly as much of a "food issue" to worry about); Can get a point across very quickly... if you can guess how; and Has moderate control over what is normally a passive Semblance (which can serve as a pretty nice advantage, in certain applications)

    Weaknesses: The cybernetics are built more for a powerhouse than a speedster, so getting around kind of takes a while (speed is only average and is, in no way, enhanced); Speech is near unintelligible, due to the speed of it (probably due to enhanced neural processing, courtesy of that metabolic thing mentioned earlier); For those that CAN understand what he's saying, he has a habit of being... irritating... usually deliberately.

    Personality: To put it lightly... "spontaneous." ...Okay yeah, that just doesn't sum anything up. He's downright nuts. He talks like he's on a crapton of caffeine 24/7 and he has a deliberate tendency to get on the nerves of pretty much anyone that understands what he's saying. Even so, he doesn't hesitate to carry out what he's told to do by those he deems worthy of carrying authority... which are fairly few, as one might imagine.

    Known History: Fortunately, despite his implied insanity, he has no trouble giving out information about his past. Almost literally born into the Academy, he was... only just above average. Even so, what got the attention of several... "sponsors" was how willingly he does just about anything (such as attempting to fight in a sparring match with both hands tied behind his back, which he attempted to compensate for by using HIMSELF as a projectile...). Interested in seeing what young Elderim could do, if given the chance, they took the opportunity to put him into a cybernetics program... where HE was the one given the cybernetics to figure out as they were made to surgically replace his limbs... While he did have the benefits of anesthetics, they kind of wore off early at one point in one of the procedures... Aside from the severe pain and stress from it (and "losing" his hair in the process), it didn't end well, let's just put it at that. Having been likely to lose all sanity, it is beyond anyone's logic as to how his obedience to authority remained perfectly intact... In any case, he's been assigned to find out what exactly happened in Vale and to track down the ones responsible... ALL of them... Disable for transit to confinement, if possible... put down, if necessary... Yeah, question all ya want, just try not to say it OUT LOUD... Despite orders, he wasn't exactly told how long he had to get the job done, so he's been taking his time with "side projects" such as paid hits and, of all things, attempting to set up an underground fighting ring... yeah, that second one didn't go too well, but hey, it seemed to have been water under the bridge for the few other mercenaries he had managed to gather up for it. In fact, they all up and agreed that banding together for coordination purposes wasn't such a bad idea... even if it had come from someone that's downright nuts... In any case, at least we now have a name to classify four mercs under: "Team A.R.M.E."

    Semblance: Haze- A constant, passive ability that covers an area within 50 feet of Elderim, causing mild dizziness, slightly muffled hearing, and vision is affected to make all motions look like not they're not much more than blurs. While this may seem overpowering, it's nothing dominant. While Elderim can do as much as adjust the intensity slightly at the cost of Aura to do so (as well as focus it into a certain direction, usually away from someone he's talking to or towards the one's he's fighting, also causing slight Aura drain), certain targets (mainly human ones) CAN resist the effects to a point where Haze isn't impacting activity.

    Weapon of Choice:


    "Dragon Bolt": Dust Crossbow/Energy Saber- ... Yeah, I've got nothing, as far as describing what isn't already visible. The small "arrows" used are basically Dust-forged rockets, powered by Fire Dust, propelled by Gravity Dust, and encased in Electric Dust. As for the blade, think of it as a toned down light saber... or a taser stick that can burn through stuff or paralyze those with Aura... A huge advantage, in Elderim's case, is the fact that both arms bear these features.

    Fighting Style: Between use of his Semblance to disorient his opponent and reliance on his Dragon Bolts for ranged suppression, he doesn't have much for options that cover for his lack of speed besides being able to react to counterattacks effectively with the Electric Dust energy blades in an "ad-lib swordsman" type method. As he goes through said processes, however, he has no set method of doing so, rather his technique tends to match up with who/what ever it is he's facing.

    Simplified Statistics:

    Agility- 4/10

    Melee Proficiency- 7/10

    Accuracy- 6/10

    Defense- 10/10

    Strength- 9/10

    Aura- 6/10

    Sociability- 4/10

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33568611 - 1 year ago

    Team Combo Names:

    Not applicable in this group. All A.R.M.E. members are in full agreement that all hits are to be solo jobs and not to be interfered with until called upon to do so. In such scenarios, the next up in question is normally the one best suited to take out the target. Apologies that this section should be rendered void for this team, I'm sure you were looking forward to this in particular. - Jarvis

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33668695 - 1 year ago

    Chapter 1: A Golden Opportunity (Charlene Aranka Trailer)

    Screams. Roaring in the distance. Burning. Everything crashing down without warning. Everything was in utter chaos. A large group of Griffons decided that the isolated town on the outskirts of Vacuo was the ideal target to annihilate. They most certainly weren't wrong.

    Young Charlene, only eight years old, ran wherever she could that wasn't being ravaged by a Griffon, struggling to survive the onslaught. She already knew that everyone she loved had already been killed and that there was nothing she could do about it. Anyone with any sense in their heads were taught that death isn't something that can be helped or avoided, this far out from other cities. Charlene was no exception to those that knew to take this to heart. But it still didn't stop her from being blinded by her own tears all the same... which nearly caused her to run straight into one of the very Griffons she was trying to avoid.

    Tripping over a stray beam that had fallen from one of the houses, she snapped out of her sorrows, wiping away the tears and looked around once again for an opening to run away. After a few more minutes of running and hiding, she found one that lead out of the town and to safety, but it was surrounded by Griffons, all facing away, but more than likely to hear her running past. Without warning, however, someone ran out one of the now destroyed trading post, screaming "RUN! Don't think, just RUN!" as he ran past her, carrying what looked like pouches of Fire crystals. This had gotten the Griffons' attention and they started charging in the direction of the yelling, straight for Charlene.

    Terrified beyond comprehension, she did as she was told to do with every ounce of determination she had and ran, trying her hardest to ignore all else. A couple Griffons charged past, still after the man that called out, but the next one wasn't so keen on letting a little girl get past them. It, instead, made an attempt to snap at her. Instinctively, she pushed outwards to try to force herself away, but something else happened... 

    An unseen force pushed the Griffon's head the other way, disorienting it for a brief moment. At the same time, a flash of light the color of bronze went over her arm towards the hand she had pushed out. Her Semblance. It had to be, as there was no other explanation. In the time she most desperately needed it, she had done what no one else could at her age without even having been trained to do so yet. She slowed for a moment at the surreal feeling of this realization, but remembered to focus on what she needed to do: run. 

    The Griffon, dazed at the peculiar occurrence, let out a screech and the other Griffons made an attempt to attack her from multiple directions. The two closest ones Charlene was able to stall for the shortest moment as she slid under the one in front of her, scrambling under its legs and towards the border gate. Just before the same Griffon could turn to jump onto her, which very well could have happened that moment, a massive explosion engulfed the town and the Griffons in it, the shock wave blowing Charlene well past the gate. The same bronze flashes showed up again, this time all over her as her Aura, so recently activated, gave way and she rolled into the rocks alongside the path, everything fading to black and complete silence.

    Seven years after the massacre, Charlene had made a horrifying mistake. She had been trying to get a performance act back together; the first time she had, she left to try other ways to get by before deciding to try it again. One of the main features to the act was her demonstrations that relied on the use of her Semblance, which she had practiced the use of since that day she discovered it. Despite things looking up for her on the first event of the reformed act, however, something had happened that caused her to lose her concentration as she was readying to do a stunt with a spear.


    The idea was that she would spin it in the air before catching it by its end to hurl it at an apple on top of a bucket that was over one of the other performer's head. What happened instead, in her loss of focus, she'd knocked it out of her grasp. With this, it only spun even faster as it hit the floor, propelling it straight into the audience. It was much like how you sometimes see a pencil do in a similar scenario, only the man on the receiving end got more than a mere poke... So much for getting the act back together. 

    As she went out to get some air after this disastrous failure, a rather shady character stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said, "you took that pretty well, for a kid such as yourself. I could use someone with that kind of resolve working for me, since... well, you know."

    "And what exactly would you have me be doing?" As nice of a proposition as the man made, she wasn't going to let herself be exploited with her knowing about it...

    "Nothing too serious, since you're clearly not exactly of age. Maybe just some escort jobs here and there, maybe guard positions, if you're up for it. I promise, on my word, that it won't be anything errr... 'naughty.' Solely guard jobs. We can talk about getting into more serious stuff later, if you feel like you can take it a step further. Solely at your convenience, of course." Once again, everything fades out of sight as she considers it for a moment before nodding in agreement.

    "That decision was the only one I could have seen making at the time," she said, now current, her speaking to another client after having given him the head of the sleazebag that had been the intended target, which was now in a bag under the diner table. "Had I not considered it, I wouldn't have had the same opportunity to work on my abilities to better defend myself as well as others." 

    "Even if it means rolling a few heads? No pun intended, of course," the client added.

    "Heh, no need for the specifics of a joke, whether intentional or not," she assured him with a smile. "But yeah, I guess the position does have the price of less than likable deeds. If anything, though, I'm just glad that, so far, it's always been someone that's had it coming... Not that it makes it any easier... But hey, better to have one less bad person in the world than let personal opinions get in the way, right?"

    "Heh, don't we all know it. It's why our organization exists, even if it IS outside the law... As for our next quarry-" 

    "Hoooold up, now," she interrupted. "You know the deal. Human targets are a 25% mark-up, and you haven't paid up yet."

    He grimaced at the reminder that she always insisted on charging that much extra for a hit that didn't involve Grimm. With a sigh, he pulled out a couple extra Lien cards and set them on the table along with an envelope containing the intended payment and said "You know... that's getting a little bit annoying."

    "I know," she replied, "Why do you think I'm always looking for other options? There's plenty of mercenaries out there nowadays, Huntsmen or not. What's it to matter if I'd rather move on and let the next guy take care of the jobs I don't prefer to take? But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'll miss our little chats," she finished with one last reassuring smile before taking the Lien cards and envelope and leaving the diner, but not before the client had one last thing to say.

    "If word gets out, there's no backing out of what will happen next, no matter when or where the results are met. We WILL find you, if you decide to work against us."

    She waved back to him in dismissal, the scene blacking out one last time as the door of the diner shuts behind her.

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33669041 - 1 year ago

    Chapter 2: The Rajani Legacy (Mote Rajani Trailer)

    "Many people wonder, ask even, why I do the things I do... Is it because it is my heritage? Perhaps... out of spite for the world around me?" With a sigh, Mote continues as the scene opens up to a cloud of mist approaching, along the ground, towards a large vehicle turning onto an isolated road out of a city from the opposite end. "I would argue that it's to simply get by, all the while making use of the resentment built up from my childhood to quell the consequences of killing.It does have its benefits after all."

    As this line ends, Mote forms up from the mist, charging his Fire Fang gauntlets to unleash two powerful blasts in front of the vehicle, tossing it's front upwards and the vehicle itself onto its back. As the passengers scramble to climb out, Mote deforms into a cloud of mist once again and disperses to reduce visibility while moving behind them to reform again. Before any of them could react, he thrust one gauntlet forward, it's blades glowing bright red as it skims off the side of one of the guards' neck. Before the guard's Aura could recover, Mote pulled back again, cutting clean into him and effectively killing him, and readied himself to move to the next one as the rest begin to turn to see what had happened.

    Before the closest one could react, Mote was already swinging one gauntlet into him in a backhand while punching the last guard in the gut with the other, both caught before they could go on the offensive. One just about swore as he brought up his SMG to open fire, but Mote had already closed the gap again, pushing the guard into a tree before punching repeatedly into his core and dissipating into mist once again before the other guard could open fire. While the first was dazed, the other had opened fire from behind, stopping too late when Mote had dissipated, and wound up only peppering the other and breaking his Aura by mistake. Mote reformed behind the one that fired, muttering "All too easy" before grabbing onto him from behind and holding him firmly in place from below the shoulders, having both gauntlets pointed into the guard's temples at an angle from below.

    Instead of holding the guard in front of the one who'd had his Aura broken, he turned him to face the one who had just gotten out of the vehicle, his REAL target: a city politician that had gotten on the nerves of Mote's current client, a lawyer with underground connections. Before anything could be said, however, the other guard had decided that it'd be a worthwhile effort to slam into Mote from the side while he had been lowered in priority. Well, he wasn't wrong, but it didn't stop Mote from firing beams of Dust into the captive guard's head, pausing just as this one's Aura broke as well a few seconds later. The force from the beam, however, was enough to push his head upwards, without the Aura to hold him together, causing his neck to snap from the force and kill him.

    With two down with little effort, the final guard saw that there was no chance in trying any further without getting himself killed, so he ran being followed by a single shot from Mote as the mercenary got up from having been knocked over. Taking a step back in knowing that he was on his own now, the politician scrambled back into the vehicle to grab something, but Mote was already dispersed once again before a large, curious looking pistol was taken out and pointed at where Mote was. With a smirk, however, he knew Mote had to be running out of times he could do that and the pistol unfolded into narrow, pistol-grip butterfly swords, each wielded in either hand. "Go ahead," he taunted, "reveal yourself. I'm not above killing a mercenary. Let me guess, you're in this for the trial against that [dog] that framed me!"

    In response, Mote reformed, standing on top of the vehicle, out of reach. "Adorable that you think I would kill someone out of personal opinion. Personally, I'd have avoided this otherwise, but I'm not paid for that."

    "Highest bidder, huh? Well, too bad I'm not a cheapskate then. How much were you offered?"


    "I'll go 55. 70, if her head is bagged on top of that."

    "Done. Consider yourself lucky you can afford that (and that I'm running low from that last dispersal)," that last bit being thought to himself.

    "Hey, I may have the money, but I don't need to buy my way out of an honest trial. More sense in doing the paying when I actually need to. Besides, we both know you were running low from that last mist thing, which is why you put yourself out of my reach in the first place."

    "Smart, for a politician, I'll grant you that," Mote remarked gruffly, "but don't think for a moment that it makes you any less fortunate." With that, he'd recovered enough Aura to afford to disperse again before leaving him be, so he did so, but not before saying one last thing as he turned. "You'd better not forget, or you're next." The scene blacks out as he vanishes into a cloud of mist.

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33678977 - 1 year ago

    Chapter 3: An Interesting Interview (Felina Melanie-Rajani Trailer)

    "So... why am I here again," the lynx-eared mercenary asked in her endearingly high voice.

    "Well, I was hoping I could ask you a few questions," the young lady said, on the other side of the table, in a room isolated from prying eyes.

    "I guess, but this is gonna have to cost you. I'm supposed to be somewhere and I'm gonna need a really good excuse for me to be late." She wasn't lying either. Her adopted step-father, Mote Rajani, had told her to pick up a few things in a local market to account for her less than subtle... "provision requirement."

    The interviewer let out a light chuckle at this and replied, "Of course. Normally, I give my interviewees 4 for their troubles... but I can do 5, if this proves to be promising towards my research." At this, Felina's eyes lit up as she nodded in agreement, insisting that they get started with the first question as the scene fades out.

    Our view is replaced with the perspective of a Creep that'd been charging at Felina before our view snaps to a side perspective as two spurts of black fluid come out of the Creep's forehead before it dissipates. A large mass of even more of these continue to charge towards her without relent. She had been requested to do what she could about them, as they'd leveled whole towns with their sheer numbers like a tsunami of white-freckled darkness. There were literally hundreds. About 300, to be more specific... Far too many for anyone to deal with on their own, and Felina was very well aware of this, since the job WAS to deal with "as many as possible." In the background, we hear the first question.

    "So, tell me, how did you get into this trade of yours?"

    "Well, I guess it's just something you get into when it's something done by the one important person you have that's still around," Felina replied before catching her own words with slight embarrassment. The scene returns to the interview.

    "I see... Do explain."

    "I'd rather not talk about why my parents are dead, thank you," she said coldly. One could tell that she was trying her hardest to hold back her feelings towards the subject. "But," she said softly, "I guess you could say my step-dad just... showed up when I really needed someone to get me out of a really bad situation..." She almost continued to explain how so, but instead brightened up and said "So of course I'd become a mercenary! I mean, how else am I supposed to return the favor? I can't exactly clean up for him or anything, since A: he doesn't necessarily live anywhere, himself, and B: that's just not my thing." Her innocent smile while saying this made the sudden contrast almost comical. The scene changes back to the Creep massacre.

    With the Creeps forcing her back, closer and closer to the treeline, she was starting to get frantic, resorting to her Widower weapon's SMG function rather than rifle to take down as many as she could before unfolding it again to swipe at them with the Widower's blade, which extended with each swing for more reach. Despite her efforts, however, they were still closing in, and were getting ready to completely surround her. Regardless, the scene switches back to the interview.

    "Well, I won't press further with that, then," the interviewer said, clearing her throat and pressing forward with the interview. "So, how about when you discovered your Semblance? This didn't have to do with your step-father, did it?"

    "Aha... no," Felina answered, "Mote had nothing to do with it, it was a long time before that. Still, you could say that it, too, popped up when I most needed it. Kinda figures, huh? I guess some things just never come along until it's life or death, just to mess with you sometimes. I wonder if that's supposed to be some kind of sick joke or something," she muttered, pondering this for a moment while the interviewer let out a laugh at this silly gesture.

    "Aheheh, I'm sure you might just be overthinking it. I mean, I haven't really heard of anything like that being a thing. I'd have to say it'd be like looking for a newspaper article in a comic book." At this, Felina lost her train of thought, making no sense of what the interviewer had just said.

    "Uhhhh... what?"

    "Nothing," she said, trying to wave off the fact that she'd just made a bad analogy. "In any case, what is your Semblance, anyways? I'm pretty sure it's not your endearing charms... Is it?" That last bit was a joke, but it made sense to answer anyways.

    "Heehee. No, it is not... Let me ask you something. You ever heard of... spirit animals?"

    "I honestly can't say I have, no."

    "Well," Felina explained as the scene goes back once again to her fight with the swarm of Creeps. "Basically, from what I've heard about them, they're the animals that share closest resemblance to the respective person. Mine, for instance, is the lynx. I mean, I do have the ears, so I guess that makes sense." As she says this in the background, one of the Creeps Makes a lunge at the visible Felina, getting all too close before it had been cut open, some of the black mist that splattered as a result getting on her before it dissipated. A bit disgusted at this, knowing that they were getting to be too much to continue, she quickly turned to run into the forest, the Creeps now in pursuit. Again, she speaks up in the background as Felina appears to fall forward. "My Semblance is pretty simple. I can turn into a lynx at any given time, though it really doesn't make things any easier except making a quick getaway when the going gets tough... But I guess it makes sense since that's about what I'd ever need it for." As this is being said, Felina's body glows as she turns into a lynx before she could hit the ground, all fours pounding at the ground as she sprinted even faster away from the Creeps that were chasing her. Eventually, she'd gotten far enough away that the Creeps gave up on their pursuit. Even then, she pressed onward until she'd gotten to another clearing. 

    "I see," the interviewer said as our view returns to the interview. She took a moment to think things over before reaching a conclusion. "Well, I think this should be enough for now. I really appreciate that you went out of your way for this. It really means a lot to my research!"

    "Well, so long as it's for a good cause, I guess," Felina responded with a shrug and a cheerful smile. But then she also added to her previous statement, "and so long as you hold up your end, remember..." 

    "Oh! Right." She reached back for her pack, opening it up and pulling out five Lien cards. "I found this to be pretty interesting. I find it to be curious that Semblances would show up from dire situations just as often as from actual training for it... As for your relationship between you and your Semblance, I guess that speaks for itself."

    "Hm? Relationship?" It was certainly an odd thing to call it. After all, a Semblance is a part of who a person is...

    "I wouldn't worry about it. It's just part of what I've been looking into." She stood up and placed the Lien cards on the table. "Anyways, thank you for your time. Maybe I'll let you know if this gets me any closer, should we meet again."

    "Oh of course, miss- ... Um... I don't think you ever said what your name was..." Then again, neither of them really introduced themselves prior to the questioning.

    "No worries. You didn't really tell me yours, but I'm good enough with faces that I'd be sure to remind you if we ever meet again. In any case, safe travels!" With that, she left the room, leaving Felina to wonder why she didn't bother with names as the scene changes one last time...

    Panting heavily as she stopped, she closed her eyes as her body glowed again, returning to human form to her fingers being crossed as she looked to see that she hadn't overspent her Aura in the endeavor. Letting out a sigh of relief, she turned to the left, where Mote had just decided to reform. "So," she said, still exhausted from running, "how did I do?"

    "Still rather pathetic," he said, not bothering to go easy on her in the slightest, "You barely got even a quarter of them."

    "Well, in my defense, I'm not exactly good with sheer numbers of Grimm! That would have been so much easier with help."

    "That's the idea. You have to get used to knowing what you can and can't deal with. Even if it's out of the question, you can't expect everything to be simple. Get started back there for another go. I'll be watching like the last time." As he finished, he disappeared into a cloud of mist before she could protest. A bit frustrated, she reluctantly turned to head back through the forest as the scene ends.

  • A-Tank


    #33691009 - 1 year ago

    In reply to I_Am_Jarvis

    Creating a account was pretty difficult, eh.

    Nah, seriously. I do dig the characters tho.

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33691995 - 1 year ago

    In reply to user-59f4cc5dcb079

    Very amusing. I just felt that RWBY OCs should stay where RWCY OCs are meant to be, you know what I mean? Anyways, my only real difficulty, currently, is figuring out what the heck I'm going to do for Elderim's trailer... I mean I have ideas and such, but... There are several options I can think of, but they each have some serious drawbacks that I just cannot ignore...

  • A-Tank


    #33692026 - 1 year ago

    In reply to I_Am_Jarvis

    Well, I'm in no hurry. Take all the time you require. I myself am a bit muddled over the next chapter of my own OCs story

  • I_Am_Jarvis


    #33698172 - 1 year ago

    Chapter 4: Carnage Incarnate (Elderim Hurik Trailer)

    "An arena, hm?" The deep, gruff voice of the man inquiring made the messenger a bit uneasy.

    "Yeah, he erm... convinced the previous owner of some makeshift warehouse to rent it out since the guy wasn't really using it... or at least, that's what he said," the young man explained to Mote Rajani, whom was getting ready to ration out the groceries that his adopted daughter, Felina, had brought from the nearby town. "Apparently he wants to make it into an arena for Huntsmen and mercenaries with nothing better to do."

    "Oooo, does that mean you're supposed to be inviting us over for a um..." Felina pondered for a moment before switching to a different question, being unable to find the word she was looking for. "What was the word again?"

    "'Inaugural,' Felina," Mote reminded her.

    "Oh yeah! That's it," she responded cheerfully. "So we're supposed to come for this... inaugural match?"

    "Yeah, that's the idea," the man replied, a bit underwhelmed by her lack of vocabulary. "I can leave you the location and directions, but it's up to you two if you want to attend or not." With that, he handed Mote a thin packet, presumably the directions to the arena, before disappearing in a flash of bright yellow, leaving them to their decision.

    "Well? Are we going or not? I wanna see Huntsmen duke it out!" Felina said excitedly to Mote, who was... a little annoyed at the enthusiasm.

    "The only reason we're going is to get you better prepared for when I decide you're ready," Mote said in response.

    "Yay! ... Wait... huh?" She had a feeling she knew what Mote meant, but was hesitant to ask.

    "You're going to be attending while I spectate. You'd better not disappoint, because I am not saving you, especially not in the first match." Before she could protest, he continued, "Furthermore, if you really want to follow in my footsteps, you're going to have to be ready to take on more than just Grimm. This will serve as a first practice... if you're smart enough not to fail."

    With a sigh, Felina reluctantly agreed, knowing better than to argue with her adopted father/mentor.

    (Scene Transition)

    "An arena? What in Remnant would Huntsmen agree to an arena for?" asked Charlene Aranka, a self-taught Huntress who was trying to get out of the business of being a mercenary.

    "Well, personally, I'm not so sure myself. I'm not really all about conflict against other people instead of Grimm," the young man replied. "I'm just the messenger. All he told me was to find anyone I can that's willing to go that length to... erm... 'advertise themselves' as I think that's what he said..."

    "Hmm... Really?... I'll think about it. There'll be plenty of spectators, I imagine."

    "Well, it is an arena... sort of. Really, it's just... an abandoned makeshift warehouse that's been converted for such purposes. He said it was left to him by the previous owner, but the uh... office suggests that to be... erm..." 

    "Don't worry about it, kid. I'll check it out. I don't really have anything better to do anyways."

    "Well, that's your call, I guess. Best of luck!" And with that, he disappeared in a bright yellow flash, leaving her to debate whether to actually go or not...

    (Scene Transition)

    Well, there were certainly spectators alright. The walls of the warehouse were even lined with several rows of bleachers. There was even dense, chain-link fence around the arena itself, going up about 20 feet in height and surrounded by a five-foot wide steel border. Not only that, but the entire place seemed pretty clean to have been previously abandoned... With this in mind, Charlene pondered to herself, "Whoever this... 'Hurik' guys is, he must have some deep connections to have pulled this together... or deep pockets..."

    "Yes, it would seem so," a gruff voice said next to her. Mote had, coincidentally been taking seat at the end, a small space from where she was sitting. The announcer in the arena, at the moment, was simply rambling about how this would be the inaugural match for the establishment and whatnot, so it was no surprise to Charlene that someone would be listening in on other conversations.

    "You're just spectating for now as well?"

    "For the most part. We're only here temporarily, until this place has lost its use to us."

    "'We,' huh? Who'd you come with? She the bite to your bark or something?"

    "Hm. Amusing. No, she's here for training... and, for your information, my adopted daughter."

    "Oh." The remark sort of came to her as offended, so she dropped the idea of assumptive teasing. "So, you think she's going to be alright, here? Sure, it's likely they'll start off with the cocky ones that can't bite more than they bark, but we both know that tends not to be the case when they do the closing matches."

    "So far," he said with a sigh, "she's a work in progress. She's half-decent for now, but she insists on fully relying on her weapon. If she survives this, the next thing I'm training her for is working that squeamishness out of her."

    "I hear that." Even so, she felt she had to get a remark of her own opinion in on the topic. " Still, I wouldn't blame her for weapon reliance. I have a bit more focus there, myself, though it pays to be careful with such a thing, of course."

    "Right... This conversation is over, until you figure out a better topic."

    "Sheesh, harsh... Who died and made you in charge of how conversations work? Lighten up, I'm sure she'll be fine. With someone as moody as you for a mentor, I can only imagine such being matched by someone who fights with discipline."

    "Hm... I will not deny you that. I will, however, suggest you find a better term to use than 'moody.'"

    Charlene was about to make another remark, but was interrupted by the bell to signify the start of the first match up.

    "About time," Mote thought to himself, "that was getting annoying."

    Well, to sum things up, Felina did, indeed not disappoint in the first couple matches that she took part in. It was also made apparent that the contenders that weren't already fighting were more towards the back of the warehouse, away from where the main office is... And Mote and Charlene had taken up seats at the bleachers in the back, where most of the more competent contenders were coming from. In any case, whenever Felina wasn't in the arena, she'd take up the space between Charlene and Mote, chatting up a storm with her especially and insisting that she and Mote should meet up more often, though both Charlene and Mote were in agreement that it wouldn't be in the context one might have in mind... 

    That aside, the matches were surprisingly clean for being in an underground establishment. Those less fortunate were usually either knocked out or yielded, but there WAS the occasional instance where the one who lost... well... lost more than the match. These, of course, would be dragged out and the mess would be cleaned up before the next match began. As for the wagers, this actually went under an... interesting system. Bets were paid up-front and all collected, the Lien all being taken straight to the office rather than being given straight to the bet winners. How it worked, instead, is that each bet is given a "ticket," with the corresponding match written on it. Assuming any bets are won, these would then be cashed in at the office when the rounds are over or they're simply done watching. These cash-ins would amount similarly to a lottery system, going up an extra digit for each bet they won. Those that lost bets, of course, had to return their tickets anyways, and each loss reduced the amount received, if any, by half for each loss. An interesting system, yes, but certainly fair to the ones with enough sense in their heads, if you can guess how so... Of course, there was a minimum bet value, and the bet tickets are to be signed by the better before moving on to the next better to receive one, so one couldn't exactly try to cheat the system. In any case, the matches went on for a while, but then Charlene had an idea.

    "Hey, Felina?"


    "Why don't we have a match? I'd like to see how good you really are, firsthand. Plus it'll give your father here a run for his money." Mote had been trying to be discrete with putting bets on Felina, more often than he bet on others, though Charlene knew better than to think he wasn't.

    Mote was about to discourage it, but Felina instantly jumped on the idea. "Sure! And I won't go easy or anything, but if you win, Dad would HAVE to let you stick around more often," she said with a giggle, followed by a sigh of disapproval from Mote, though he knew she wasn't going to take "no" for an answer with this one.

    "Fine," he said, "but if she loses, Felina, you had better not pull back at the last second. She loses, she goes down, she doesn't interact with us again. Understand?" Felina reluctantly nodded, but Charlene had something to say about that.

    "Cold and ruthless, huh?" Charlene knew an implied threat when she heard one. "Well, then, you'd better hope she doesn't pull back, if she wins, because I'm especially not going to make it easy on YOU, if you're going to threaten me like that." Making hints at annoyance is one thing. Insisting on the death of someone you've only just met and conversed with? Now that's just rude... Especially when not presently on a hit in progress...

    Setting that aside, Charlene and Felina went over to arrange for their match, which apparently was supposed to be the next and last one for the day. With Felina having fought in a few matches already, the match was assured to be... "something quite special," as they were told... Well, they didn't exactly disappoint. When they took their positions in the arena, instead of the bell ringing to start the match, the chain-link fence completely submerged into the floor and the steel bordering gave way to uncover energy barriers much like the one seen in Vale, only as flat walls rather than a rounded dome, which then rose all the way up to the ceiling.

    Before either of them could say anything, the announcer spoke up, "And now, ladies and gentleman, the finale you've all surely been waiting for! Give it up for! our own! Elderrrim HURIK!" As he finishes, two small doors explode open in the center of the arena, making a square opening, up from which a bald, male figure rises on a small platform with both arms, evidently cybernetic just as his legs are, crossed. 

    There was also a smirk on his face as he started to raise both arms menacingly before he shouted out, "IT'S TIME FOR A BOSS BATTLLLLE," as his forearms opened up, from which formed a crossbow in each, and he pointed them at both Charlene and Felina before firing two small Dust rockets. As they tried to dodge, however, they both found themselves suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded, with vision blurred and hearing faded. This was Elderim's Semblance at work, now being channeled specifically towards the two, though this also meant his Aura would slowly drain from controlling it in such a manner.

    Irritated by this, Charlene fought to regain focus while trying to make her way to Felina, whom also had the same idea though was having a harder time trying to focus. As Charlene started moving, however, Elderim's hands folded inward and, taking their place, a tapering rod powered with Electric Dust extended out from the wrist in each arm before he charged towards her. Swearing lightly to herself, she set both of her blasters to "saber" configuration, causing each blaster to emit a two-foot long blade of Dust energy (basically the equivalent of a light saber, only orange) before moving in to counter whatever he had in mind, only he had other ideas.

    Instead of striking with the Electric rods, he fired another Dust rocket at her before ducking down in a sweep kick, catching her off balance from the rocket and landing her on the floor from the kick. By this time, Felina had finally regained some control over her senses and started peppering Elderim with SMG fire. As he got himself out of the way, however, he started focusing his Semblance only on Felina, putting her under the same stress as before and allowing him to continue against Charlene without Felina interrupting.

    Not in the mood to back down, Charlene got herself back up and joined both blasters together into the full staff known as "Metro", both ends still set to saber configuration, but didn't get the chance to do anything more before being slammed back to the floor with several more Dust rockets. Further irritated by this, she set both ends to blaster configuration instead of saber and started shooting at Elderim as rapidly as her finger could pull back the trigger, though these shots were easily deflected. Figuring out that now was not the time to use the staff combination, she then had the blasters separated again and repeated the shooting with both this time, which was finally starting to put more pressure on Elderim, with his Aura still draining from having his Semblance focused on Felina, who was still struggling to regain her focus.

    Instead of backing down from the repetitive shooting, however, Elderim instead decided to jump to one side to avoid several shots and charge in again, which Charlene responded with rejoining the blasters and switching one to saber configuration. Once again, Elderim went for a Dust rocket followed by a sweep kick, but Charlene was ready for it this time, blocking the rocket with one end of the Metro while blocking the kick with the saber, though it didn't really do more than burn a hole in his shoe. Taking advantage of the stall from this, she pulled one hand back, her arm sparking with Aura energy, and pushed forward, the sparks also pushing forward down her arm as Elderim was pushed back a short distance by the telekinetic force. Now able to move in, herself, she set the other end to blaster configuration as well, charging at him while firing with the end that was already in blaster configuration.

    No longer able to afford keeping his Semblance focused, Elderim withdrew his focus on Felina and did everything he could to keep either end of the Metro staff from potentially shooting his head off. In the meantime, however, Felina was now able to focus on what was going on and saw that Charlene was keeping Elderim at, pretty much, a standstill, so she took the opportunity to use her Semblance, shifting into lynx form, to the awe of the audience. Using her now much lower profile, she took advantage of this to sneak behind Elderim while he was still occupied with Charlene.

    With Felina now getting ready to rejoin the fight, Charlene had a thought, regarding the fact that Elderim's limbs appeared to be completely cybernetic. Favoring this idea, she jumped back and asked "Hey, you don't happen to be all metal under there too, do you?" At this, Elderim only tiled his head in curiosity, but realized what she meant when she started to step towards him. Before he could cover against the incoming attack, however, both of Charlene's arms sparked with Aura as she raised both quickly, pulling Elderim's arms up as well to leave him open to an unhindered kick to the... not-so-metal region. At this, he instinctively curled up, leaving him unable to react to Felina, who let out a snarl as she leapt onto him from behind, pinning him as she reverted to her normal self to hold him down... or at least try to... Even so, in this position, there was only one thing Elderim COULD do in this situation. 

    (From here, the parenthetical expressions will serve as translations for Elderim's sped-up dialect, as needed...)

    "A-EEL'D!" ("I YIELD!") 

    "Uhhh... what?" Charlene backing off a bit and Felina almost letting her guard down from this, they were both expecting him to try to throw Felina off of him. 

    "I... Yield... K?" Upon giving up, he was finally starting to show his exhaustion. Upon this confirmation, the arena bell rang out, making the surrender more obvious to the audience.

    "I just managed to get in on this from whatever the heck you were doing with my senses, and NOW you give up? Boo..."

    "Well... WhatcanIsay?... Ya got the... jumponme, so... whhhhew! Th' kik d'f'ntly ddmein..." ("The kick definitely did me in...")

    "Hey," Charlene snapped, "You mind changing the dialect to something more understandable? I didn't get that last part."

    "Toobad," Elderim snapped back, "Is hw-aye spk, sodee'l w'dit! Is a uh... mtabl'ism th'en A-thnk." ("It's how I speak, so deal with it! It's a, uh... metabolism thing, I think")

    "A what now?"

    "Nevermind. Well... Guessyawin... fer-now..." With this, Elderim finally decided to get himself up, pushing Felina off of him, and made his way back to the center. Before it descended underneath him, however, he turned to them and said "T'my of-ss!" ("To my office!"), and he was then lowered below the arena floor, along with the energy barriers, being replaced with the normal chain-link fence.

    Well, to summarize, Charlene and Felina did as Elderim said and went to see him in the office, which was just as cleaned up as the rest of the place even though it was evident that the floor was bleached recently. In any case, they all talked about how the match went and how he was very impressed with how Charlene held up against him... oh and also commending Felina for her consistent winning streak. On the other hand, though, he wasn't so thrilled when Mote decided to "appear out of nowhere" and address the fact that the fight should have been a one on one between Felina and Charlene. Sure, there was valid argument that a battle like the one that happened was more fitting as a finishing fight for the night, but Mote certainly wasn't in the mood to be proven wrong. Despite this, Felina convinced him to take it easy and that a win is a win anyways. With that, Elderim offered that they all exchange scroll numbers so that they can all keep in touch in case they wanted to come back for another round or so, which Charlene and Felina were certainly willing to oblige, Charlene because it made for a good challenge anyways, and Felina because Mote had said they'd be sticking around anyways for training purposes. That all being said, they left Elderim to sort out all of the bets from today.

    Long story short, the next two weeks went fairly smoothly. The four were getting called together more and more often, as it turned out they the fights involving them were always quite the spectacle; a good showing as to how it's done, as one might say. There were even a few fights where Mote reluctantly participated, which was especially a crowd-pleaser, given the appearance of his Semblance (as a scene transition, we see a sequence of them communicating via scroll and examples of these fights). However, there was a bit of a problem:

    (Scene Transition)

    This time, instead of contacting them as usual, Felina was the first to sense the passive effect of Elderim as he approached. Surprised at this, she got up, which alarmed Charlene and Mote, both quickly arming themselves to see that it was just Elderim... showing up unexpectedly...

    "What in Remnant are you doing here," Charlene asked. "Fights don't start for another... two hours."

    "Yeah... Abt-tht..." ("About that...")

    "Hm? Did something happen," Felina asked in curiosity, which Mote scoffed at the obliviousness of. "What?"

    "He came here instead of calling like his usual pattern," Mote explained. "Obviously, something happened."

    "Liability claims... Bunches..." It was clear that Elderim was saying this slowly, with how serious the matter was, though a normal person not knowing of Elderim's speech patterns would have thought it was normal... if that made sense...

    "I see," Charlene said with understanding. "Let me guess, Semblance?"

    Elderim rubbed the back of his head nervously as he responded, "Prtty mch, ya."

    "I had a feeling this would happen, since the first day," Mote said grimly, "How much do you lose from your investment?" 

    "II'mm... Nt gnna tk abt tht," ("Iiiiii'mmm... Not gonna talk about that.") Elderim said, trying to avoid the question.

    "Actually, I know what we can talk about," Charlene said, ready to make a suggestion. At this, they all looked to her expecting something cheesy. "We should just stick together as a group. We already pretty much are, with how we keep in touch. Plus, it'd make our... ahem... activities more coordinated if you think about it." Yep. Cheesy.

    "Surely this is another of your jokes," Mote said, clearly against the idea of letting Elderim be a part of a group he didn't want to be starting up in the first place.

    "Oh come on, Dad, I think it's a great idea! I mean, she did say it'd mean we could better coordinate with who can more efficiently go for each hit." At this, Mote motioned for her to stop talking, but Charlene continued anyways.

    "I think it'd work pretty well. Elderim here could do assassinations with the help of that Semblance of his, Felina could do pest control missions once better trained for it, and I'm more effective against groups than one-on-ones, leaving you with the more general purpose hits. No one has to team up on any jobs here, if that's what you're so against. Oh, that is, if you don't mind that sort of thing, Elderim... though I'm fairly certain you wouldn't." 

    At this, Elderim raised a hand and shook his head, saying "Nt at-ll, m'm." ("Not at all, ma'am.")

    "'Ma'am'? You cannot be serious," Mote said in annoyance, "I am not going to have myself led by her."

    "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Mote." At this, Felina let out a laugh, one that even Mote's glare couldn't stop, which got Elderim laughing too (which was surprisingly NORMAL, given his accelerated dialect). "IN any case, you guys," Charlene interjected, "from what I can tell, it's settled then. Let's not get carried away here." With this, she had transitioned from her cheerful nature to a more serious one. "Felina, while you were in town, did you hear anything about activity that needs work?"

    As Felina was about to answer, however, Elderim interrupted. "Actually," he said, "I nw f smthn we cn d-s a... syd prjct." ("I know of something we can do as a... side project.")

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