Amnesiac (lodsafire) Iris (total anti-mage) Christina (lodsaice) Ike (plsno)

[spoiler]Ike. Your choice of location.[/spoiler]

[u]Lumen Solis – Lux – 2346 hours[/u] The boy was prowling once more, weaving through the streets of the busiest district in the City of Lights; the district that never slept. His pale blond hair was drenched in sweat, plastered to his forehead, his pale skin. The boy sprinted through the crowds, his head constantly looking over his shoulder. He was being chased, yet again, for things he'd done in the past. Terrible things, that he still had nightmares about. The sprint continued until the boy finally turned into an alleyway, hiding behind a large, rectangular garbage container. There was no way to shake them off. That only left him one thing to do... and he didn't want to do it, but alas. The sinister rune on his right forearm glowed crimson. He grit his teeth as agony flowed through him, and a sword of bone and leather formed in his right hand. That was when three men rounded the corner, each holding a pistol of some sorts. "Luna," Ike desperately whispered. It was a spell in the tome given to him by his mentor, Alonfé. The thought of dying before their next lesson made Ike shiver; what if the man, who showed such kindness to Ike, were to be forced to wait... and wait... and wait...? He shook his head. That couldn't happen. After whispering the word, a formation of a shadowy, inky black substance formed in his left hand. It gave off a chilling, dark aura, creepily unnatural. He waved his hand and it became a shield of some sorts. Before he rushed out to face the men, he recalled the lessons of his other mentor, Charlia. In swordsmanship. He ran through the motions in his head, and finally nodded to himself. Ike rushed out from behind the garbage, holding the shield out between him and the men. They would immediately fire, bullets flying towards the shield. As they struck the inky substance, they would disintegrate completely. He made strafing runs with the shield held out until the men ran out of ammo. Then it was straightforward from there. The first of the three was first stabbed in the abdomen, before Ike twirled and pulled the sword out, his left hand forcing the man over so he could impale the blade through the back of his neck. Crimson dust seemed to leave the corpse, being absorbed into Ike–life force. His eyes became crimson, no longer their original icy blue. He immediately turned towards the next man, stabbing him in through the heart and using him as a meat shield, tanking the bullets from the final man. Once he was force to reload, Ike dropped the body and body slammed the man into the wall, his left hand holding him by his chest while his right impaled the man straight through the Adam's Apple with his blade. The aggressors had been slain. Gasping for breath, Ike fell to the ground, body now drenched in blood. Luckily, the festival was too bright and loud for the encounter to have drawn any attention... or so Ike thought.

"Looks like somebody made a [b]bloody[/b] mess." [i]The MSES clad man looked down at Ike, his appearance was rather bulky due to carbon nanotubes packed tightly within the armor, the exosuit itself was mildly remarkable, with dragon scales on it and even 'dragon claws' on the fingers. Samuel's features were hidden, behind an engineering marvel of a folding helmet. It was vaguely shaped like a dragons, a reminder of who he killed for this. Underneath was a slightly amused Sam, crossing his arms. Needless to say, his little scuffle attracted attention. Whether it was good or bad was currently unknown. But in case the kid tried to jump him, he kept a hand on his HF blade.[/i]

Ike's first reaction was a silent, inward groan. [i]Another[/i] person who wanted to kill him. He was, quite frankly, sick of being targeted for things he'd done when his mind wasn't quite right; but he understood their reasoning. And yet he would force himself to live on. And so he pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth as the crimson dust from the bodies drifted over and were absorbed into Ike's body. He let out a soft sigh as the life force replenished his energy and strengthened his muscles, sharpened his senses. He then gazed at Sam, caution in his expression and stance. His left hand was behind his back, resting on a magic tome hidden away from the man, while the tip of his sword was pointed at Sam in caution. "Wh-what?" He stuttered out. "I guess you're here to kill me or something, right?" Part of him wondered why his existence was nothing but a constant fight for survival. But that was something unimportant; he had to focus.

[i]Samuel had unsheathed his HF Blade in a flash, electric sparks emitting as vibrations coursed right through it.[/i] "Oh come the fuсk on! Not one of you magic punks!" [i]He had exclaimed, gripping the blade tightly. Sam was pissed to say the least, he never really liked mages, but he was probably gonna give this one a small chance.[/i] "Put the blade down son. I will not hesitate to use force on you."

Ike hesitantly lowered the blade, pointing the tip at Sam's feet instead of at his face. He wasn't gonna disarm just because somebody said they wouldn't hesitate to use force though. His left hand remained /BEHIND HIS BACK/, touching the tome that Sam /COULD NOT SEE/. He didn't know what Sam wanted, besides the obvious assumption that it was Ike's head, but he knew that whatever it was, it wasn't gonna be good for him.

[i]Sam was quickly growing ever more suspicious.[/i] "I meant drop the blade, I'm not gonna try any shit unless you do...I just want a couple questions answered." [i]His eyes narrowed when he noticed Ike's hand behind his back, and aimed the blade towards Ike's throat. With one stab, he could've ended Ike's cannibalism career. While he certainly did not know what Ike was hiding, the hand was obvious enough, especially on a 13 year old.[/i] "Both hands, now!" [spoiler]look I'm gonna be completely honest. I kind of don't want to do this. Sam really has no reason to do this. It feels way out of character for him.[/spoiler]

((Vic or Pan? Sorta want to use Pan, tbh.))

(You can use Pan.)

"You're different. Right?" [i]A softer voice, perhaps one that belonged to a girl that was just going into adulthood, would ring out from the depths of the standstill reality, as the arena would shift and change once more, to her own image. Yet it was.. oddly familiar, one must say. So familiar, that..[/i] [u]New Location: Civis Praemium. Area: Central Park.[/u] [i]Synthetic waves of grass would breeze through the empty park, it's luscious grace and yet odd solitude proving to be both pleasurable, relaxing, yet creepy as well. In the distance, massive buildings of concrete and glass would formulate and rise, shuttles and ships flying past them and reaching their respective landings. The park itself was.. massive, with a large pedestal in it's center, depicting some long lost hero and all of his deeds, or something of the sort.[/i] "...I come here, every now and then.. the real here. Civis? It helps me.. think, I guess." [i]There the voice was, once more. And the speaker.. biomass bitch.[/i] [i]Oddly enough, she wasn't even hiding herself. Her thin, lithe body was bounded with a dark cotton jacket, zipped up to her bust, of which she had none at all. Soft blue jeans would encase her legs, though somewhat torn (in a genuine way, not like the shitty pairs that are intentionally torn), dirty sneakers placed upon her small feet.[/i] [i]Her facial features matched Weiss' woman, too: a sharp jaw, almost too sharp, with deathly pale, yet smooth skin and the slightest of freckles pocketing her face. She was pretty, if not for the glimmering ruby jewels that were her eyes, giving her a literal radiance of fury. Strands of curly, yet short cyan blue hair would fall from her head, to the upper portion of her neck, yet her head was concealed by a pitch black beanie. If only she had a scarf, she'd look like a hipster.[/i] "So.. Sam, I think your name is? Don't ask how I know, complicated stuff.."

[i]The MSES clad man turned to face Pan, his appearance was rather bulky due to carbon nanotubes packed tightly within the armor, the exosuit itself was mildly remarkable, with dragon scales on it and even 'dragon claws' on the fingers. Samuel's features were hidden, behind an engineering marvel of a folding helmet. It was vaguely shaped like a dragons, a reminder of who he killed for this. Underneath was a slightly amused Sam, crossing his arms.[/i] "Personally I wasn't a fan on Civis, not to mention that pissant Fortis. But I suppose you could've done worse in terms of location choices... You could say I've made my mark here a bit. So I'm not shocked. No point in hiding identities now, not like it matters." [i]He replied, as his helmet scanned Pandora, checking her vitals, information and such.[/i] "I only know you due to a certain guardian related incident. Rather shocking to most, me, not so much."

"I know it's a shit place, but it's.. meh, I dunno. And Guardians, well.. I most certainly kicked their prom queen's ass, yeah. Sarah Grey, her name is.. still alive, forgot to blow up the Ghost. Eh.. next time." [i]She would sigh, a little. He was calm. Much too calm, really.[/i] "Pandora Raidriar. Or Death, whatever you'd know me by. Don't flip out, don't ask if you're going to Heaven or Hеll.. and we'll be good. You're.. already somewhat decent, really. Calm, if anything."

[i]He was used this things like this by now, he'd seen too much shit in life to care anymore, it was partly the reason why he took up swordsmanship.[/i] "I know about Sarah Grey. I find Guardians to be entitled to their powers. Rather funny really, the other day I almost got in a fight with another due to me questioning about you. I'm really not a fan of biomass manipulators. Makes the job all too difficult." [i]However, with the mention of Pandora definitely raised an eyebrow.[/i] "That definitely rings a bell....a little birdie told me about you. But I'm not worried where I'm going, my fate in the afterlife is already set." [i]Thus, Sam had unsheathed his high frequency blade, waving it around casually.[/i] "I can only assume there's one reason you're here, right?"

"Of course." [i]From there, Pandora would leave the wooden bench with a slight creak, studying the high frequency blade that Sam would clench in his hands. She didn't like it at all, though she managed to hide her disturbance from such an opponent, for a sign of fear would already manage to ruin her assault.[/i] [i]Her right arm would shift and change, her left hand rolling up her sleeve up to her elbow as her arm coiled and shifted, molding into a monstrously jagged blade. The sword was slanted into a nasty edge, extending out from where her arm once was. If Sam knew that she had biomass and Guardian abilities.. well, she hadn't given away other abilities just yet.[/i]

[i]Oh, but Sam definitely knew about the Gaster Blasters. In which he had a little surprise in case she tried to use those...as for the Hellwind, he was clueless for now.[/i] "Tell me Pandora, do you have a philosophy? Every 'great fighter' should have one. Personally, I believe that organizations are bullshit, only to serve others, not yourself. If one has something they truly believe in, then they should fight for it." [i]Sam had spoke to her, sparks came from the blade as a high pitched hum was emitting from said blade. Whatever it was, it didn't sound pleasant. Thrusters had boosted Sam forward in a dash at almost frightening speeds, he held his blade out in a attempt to bisect Pandora with one swift strike. He held the blade in such a posistion in which he could still attack and defend if necessary.[/i]

"You can fuсk off, with your philosophy. Actually.. I've got a philosophy for you." [i]Well, if Sam knew of Pandora's Guardian capabilities, and was charging right at her with an incredibly powerful weapon, of which could slice her in two..[/i] [i]Pandora merely began an approach towards Sam, the biomass blade constantly shifting, before the woman began sprinting straight towards the propelled man, holding out the blade before leaping into the air-[/i] "-Only the strong survive." [i]-Before suddenly dissipating, in a sudden "nothing personnel" move. The woman would suddenly *throomp!* back into existence a few feet behind Sam, still airborne, before flinging her blade at his back - it now shifted into a brutal chain, attempting to link around the back of his left leg.[/i]

[i]Pan had, well....dun goofed. As soon as the biomass chain had reached the leg it was promptly scorched to ashes due to the thruster on his left leg.[/i] "Oh you fuсking idiot! Strength is not everything! Do you even have a modicum of spatial awareness?!" [i]Sam had questioned the biomass bitch, he repositioned his legs to quickly flip around to face Pan. The thrusters shut off as Sam pointed a fist forwards as his gauntlet flamethrower had activated, smothering the tentacle in flames.[/i]

"A.. modic-" [i]Pandora began to scream as the tentacle was burnt. She withdrew it back and escaped the flamethrower, smothering the ashes and studying the burns. She groaned in fury, slamming it down.[/i] "Just my fuсking luck, swinging towards a.. fuсk it," [i]The biomass whоre would mutter, crushing the wound and watching it scorch and smoke, the disgusting smell of burnt flesh in the air. She attempted to shrug off the pain, staring at Sam intensely.[/i] "If strength isn't everything, then I'm sure that you're willing to throw away that pretty sword for "ideologies", hmm?" [i]Pandora would begin yet another approach, though for what reason unknown. She seemed as pissy as ever, really.[/i]

"I said strength is not everything, intelligence is key to victory. You're unusually wary of my blade...Aha. I know why you want the blade gone. You don't know what it can do, right? Nonetheless what I can do." [i]Samuel currently had the most smug look on his face as he walked in a circle around Pan, the flamethrower shutting off.[/i] "No."

[i]Sam had certainly called out Pan on that one. She kept her approach, though she seemed.. worried now, because of his arsenal. She didn't like the sword, at all, to say the very least.[/i] [i]With her approach, she conjured an item of her own - a massive, red-and-white machine gun of some kind, the build of the weapon built in an oddly futuristic manner. She managed to hoist it up with remarkable ease, before letting loose - .50 caliber rounds began to spray from the machine gun, those that were missing merely.. refilling the gun?[/i]

[i]Samuel's barrier shield and thrusters kicked in as soon as the gun was conjured, the shield took a couple of the shots and shattered, two more got lodged in Sam's right shoulder and arm. The armor had prevented the bullet from completely ruining his arms, but it still caused bleeding and ripped right through the carbon nanotube muscles. Now Sam had to rely on his strength alone. However, by this point Sam had the high frequency blade aimed right towards Pan, similar to a jousting knight as he charged right towards her solar plexus.[/i]

[quote][i]Now Sam had to rely on his strength alone.[/i][/quote] [i]Oh, so it IS "only the strong survive". Motherfuсker.[/i] [i]Meanwhile, Pan was.. well, panicking. She.. had a really bad idea of what she could do to Sam, though.[/i] [i]As he drew closer, she'd perform yet another Blink - zipping through the air and appearing behind him once more, though she knew that she could only pull that off once or twice more and then need a cooldown. Focusing upon the thrusters of his armor instead of loading him with rounds, though.. the thrusters would suddenly disappear from existence, allowing Sam to crash into the concrete and dirt.[/i] [i]Though, since it was just a VR.. Sam would've likely caught on to literal deletion of objects now. And.. well, he did have a lot of armor. Additionally, he could just add the thrusters back on.[/i] [i]...Pan was being cocky, really.[/i]

[i]A wall of pillows formed around Sam, saving him from a rash.[/i] "I find it funny you have to resort to that, Pan. Oh well. Might as well call it a win in my books, since you're too chickenshit to take a stab. Then again, it's not like it's the real thing. But....that did give me an idea. The deleting things, not the being a scared little girl part." [i]He said, kicking a pillow for no apparent reason.[/i] "I suppose this ends our fight. Proves that you can't get a good fight in the dojo, that it's just a load of bullshit."