Noir

Oh, god damn. I'll post right away. Pardon the double post. Honestly I said that I'm waiting for the further actions of the weirdos outside the bus, like Grizzly wants to heal people in there while I'm being the repulsive, extra-cautious guy ready to go bang if something goes wrong. I'm mostly waiting their responses to Grizzly's ask for help.

Hat me up please. http://images.mcanime.net/images/fansubs/3/11400/ep_161077_0.jpg

Well dang. Sorry for not posting my end, and I guess at this point I have to follow on Murdoc updates.

Ok, I dropped me post in there. Sorry Grizz, I ain't one for first aid work, though, I only DPS stuff, not heal people. So I'm just standing by just in case that scorpion decides to come and kill us. Or at least that how I'm making the character think anyway.

Adero, Lucia, and Stefan The towering man inquired Stefan's help. Despite knowing that it would be rude to do so, Stefan knew his hands weren't suited to aiding the needy through recuperation. He simply watched the unusual outside as he pretended he couldn't hear him, inside feeling sheepish of himself. His was a being that knew only how to make wounds, not tend to them. Unlike this surprisingly kind man before him who had a first aid kit with him, all he held in his pockets were guns with real bullets that knew only to wound and, in desperate times, kill, not to heal. And what was with all this sudden nonsense outside the bus that you wouldn't see every day on the street after an accident just ensued? Instead of police or an ambulance, there was this silvery-gray arachnid with an absurd size of the very bus they were trapped in, along with figures like a girl in an excessively frilly but free dress, a knight with spear and shield in hand, a Roman soldier whose head was empty of a helmet, multiple others armed and shouting repetitively....all this was too much for the young adult to comprehend. All he knew was that a careless step and things would be as well as over. What was before them was inevitably, dangerous. Eyeing the young girl calling out to one of the figures outside for help, Stefan merely tightened his grip on his gun concealed within his right pocket, maintaining a phlegmatic composure as he stared at the unusual things outside the damaged bus, knowing that he would likely be the first to react if something went wrong.

The DPS carry tho, I'll rekt ya'll skrubs like no tommorow. I'll post soon, just been a bit busy.

Adero, Lucia, and Stefan Stefan recovered from a daze, as he slowly got up to his feet against the inclined seat of the bus. Within the damaged parts of the bus around him, people were injured, unconscious, slight moans of pain heard within from people who were still alive, and could speak. Shattered pieces of glass and the sickening scent of sanguine mixed with the smell of the rain added to the tragedy of the accident, though thankfully Stefan only sustained a bump on the shoulder as it collided towards the wall during the impact. As he slowly recovered from the aching sensation that hammered his right shoulder near the neck, he allowed himself a moment to examine the passengers within the bus; many stood unconscious, but some were awake, though in slight shock, such as a young girl in her early teens, an exceptionally towering man with dark brown facial hair. Beneath the sound of the rain that hammered on the steel of the bus like a drum, he could hear the little girl's cries for help. What happened? He thought, convinced that this occurrence was no accident. Looking outside the shattered windows that allowed the cold air of the night and the fall of the rain to enter, he discovered that the bus had completely overturned, the floor of the bus now above them and the alleyway with buildings vagued by the drizzle. Looking back, the bore of the journey meant Stefan had paid little attention before the accident occurred; looking at raindrops racing on the windows was his only entertainment. He then remembered the bus stopping momentarily, and a flash of silver or gray that shone before the accident ensued....did someone decide it would be a good idea to flash white lights directly to a driver's vision at night in the rain? The very thought of it seemed absurd. The girl's cries for help grasped his attention again as he got up from his position, keeping his guns hidden within his ripped clothes so as not to intimidate her, and approached the girl, asking sheepishly: "....You alright?"

It actually doesn't matter that much, but early game I care for the IVs before I gain all the important breeding assets.

They want a degree of challenge in the game, so stiff that would clean through key battles were put off to later stages or removed entorely in new patches, pretty much.

Waiting chains galore Acqui's also supposed to answer after I responded to her question of "What do you want to do?".

Oh, yaay. Count me in.

Yukine and Debronee Debronee watched as Yukine fiddled her fingers on the complex plane of buttons on the keyboard and uploaded the entry. Presumably, such means allowed her to transfer information in the blink of an eye, as Debronee's curiosity continued to nibble at him as he absorbed such convenience. The world he was now in was such a strange, convenient place, and Debronee knew that he didn't have the time on his hands to learn it all. Yukine's hand caressed against his. "It's been all about me for the last couple days. Anything you want to do? Seems a same to be reborn into this world without trying out all of civilisation's newest offerings." Yes, indeed so, he thought. But we have more important things to do. The words sat on the tip of his tongue urging to be divulged, but looking at Yukine's warmly serene face, smiling at him, concealed them. He didn't know why, admittedly, and as much as he appreciated the suggestion, he kept silent as he dwelt upon his thoughts again. Why did he freeze at that one moment of warmth? He was a merely a pawn in a game of chess; feelings were but things people like him, carrying the role of a Servant, needed to relinquish, and he wasn't entitled to make choices for himself. He scolded himself for even allowing the thought of the luxury cross his mind, knowing that he would only adapt as he protected and served Yukine until the war was over, and would act only as she commanded, and for her interest alone. He turned to the clock that stood on the far end of the wall, realizing that they had been in the library for a full hour, and the afternoon was ticking closer. The day still had much to offer, but time was a stringent master. "Think not of such things, Master," He began, awakening from his daze of thoughts, knowing he had been silent longer than he needed to. He brushed aside the warm feeling entering him unexpectedly as Yukine's fingers intertwined with his, that seemed to be somewhat distracting, like a stubborn fly hovering above him, unwilling to stay away. He made sure that no one was there to listen, "I exist merely to serve you. As of now, I think it would be best if we looked for a place we could stay, temporarily, at the very least. I'm sure it's both not strategic and comfortable to stay in the outdoors without proper refuge? I'm unsure if our current funds may supply it, but plundering during the night may solve such an issue. This would be our top priority for now. Perhaps you can lead the way in searching for a residence that suits your predilection?"

You are not solely to be responsible for this. I do convey my apologies to you for my inactivity on this although it was really enjoyable while it lasted.

I guess I've fixed what I could, apart from the minor language. Faction removed and I opted for pistols instead.

Pardon me for delaying this. Here goes though: Name: Stefan Van Courteau (Some may get the household reference, some may not.) Age: 20 Appearance before transformation: Stefan is a man of average height and is a lean, sitting at 5'8''. His face was injured by an attack during an attempt for an escapade, so he hides the bottom half of his face with his large collar (think something like Swain). He wears a thick, black wool jacket trails to his knees, and is ripped in a few places through his injuries. He hoods his hair and reveals only scarlet eyes and an aquiline nose on his exterior. He carries his gunblade on his back, a secondary gun in his pocket, and his primary gun in his hand. Appearance after transformation: Stefan gains height up to 6'1'' and has a gray mask on his face with the letter "C" in the middle. With the mask, his face only reveals one eye, although the other can still see through the mask. His attire changes into a more flexible, black form-fitting suit with spiked boots, with his arms protected by pieces of hard, armored metal under the cloth, and his gunblade gains a sheathe for protection. He now wears gloves, to gain a firmer grip on his guns, and also reveals his scarlet hair that trails to his back. Personality: A man riddled by loss, despondency and betrayal, Stefan is in consistent conflict and is not true with himself. Stoic and phlegmatic, he yearns for the attention and comfort of another person by is hindered by his contradicting instinct that letting people in would only hurt himself more. With a riddled face, he is also chagrined to reveal himself to anyone, knowing that he would be shunned and feared for it. As such, how he treats people may vary on how he perceives said individual, and may shift between a kinder, softer, though enigmatic, side to an aloof, unfriendly side that repulses people from him. Weapons of choice: Stefan is a gunslinger, carrying two guns, and a gunblade that projects explosives that can double up for melee fighting, though the latter can only be summoned. He usually fights with one gun of his signature, the Gymnopedie, a pistol with a higher cap. He made this gun with the help of his late father. The other gun is usually used for only backup fire. Power Origin: Let the plot decide for me. Backstory: The heir to a famous and wealthy soldier and gun maker, guns shaped Stefan's life as far as he could remember. Despite seemingly violent work, the Van Courteau family lived with guns for peace and art. Like his predecessors father and grandfather before him, the boy had a natural penchant for guns and was raised as a genius with potential to surpass his two figures. Despite being respected and well-praised throughout their establishing, the modern tranquility devoid of war meant that many found the life of the family a threat to their peace, so the family began to be shunned and despised by many, through the hate of war or jealousy of their talent. It was until one day the family was framed for murder when gunshots sent members of their neighbouring household to death's door, with Stefan's father and the boy himself branded as the murderers. Knowing that such chagrin was of no coincidence, it was until later that he realized that his own stepmother and stepsister had committed the murders and sold father and son out, for they detested the danger that was filled within their work as well as the neglect the two members had shown them, and with that they would inherit the family's wealth for themselves. With remorse over his mistake, Stefan's father told him to carry his gun and run, to carry the burden of the Van Courteau family in that guns were not means of war but for peace. Hunted by many for their falsely accused act, Stefan's father had sacrificed himself for him, and he was since lived life in hiding and in exile. Knowing that he and his father had been sold out due to hate and greed, Stefan since wandered life alone, with his self-made weapon his only company. Skill for bloodshed he may have, Stefan never dealt a finishing blow unless necessary. Inheriting his father's well and vow, he strives through life, urging to revive the tarnished Van Courteau name to it's former glory.

Yukine and Debronee "I seem to have a lead," The Servant revealed the book he was holding. "It's in Latin, however, so I'll have to translate the details." The two sat down on a nearby table as Yukine listened to Debronee attentively. Debronee managed to translate the vague pages of Latin accurately as he read the section before, enunciating each word silently for Yukine to understand. "Ashnard, the most feared of the Death Angels, whom worked for a man only known as the Gentleman," He began, "Unknown by all of his origins before his chaperone with the nine powerful practitioners of evil and scadenfruede, he was since loathed and terrified of as the brawn or the most physically powerful of the nine commanders as he was a Werewolf. True to his notoriety, his animalisticly vigorous soul berserks with unmatched strength and endurance in his ranks and powers over lightning being able to control a cage of pure lightning powered with an old style of Magic in Graterras known as rune magic." He paused and recalled the very magic being used against him the fearful night before. "That explains the Lightning he used last night." He said. "Ashnard was believed to be one of the lower generals due to his perceived stupidity and recklessness in battle." True enough, on the latter, he thought, before continuing. "However, that was far from the case. Only the Beast had issues with reasoning and intelligence. His Human form was perfectly capable and devilishly cunning. He played stupid to put people off his scent and his trail many times. He had a lot of practice hiding in human society, and keeping his "true" form secret from others. He was the one that seeded the end of humanity as he easily planted human-like creatures into society to seed for an upcoming attack. Many times he'd even thrust himself into a prominent position in society under some false name to get at important figures to topple the society before the attack, to disorganize them. He did this in conjunction with another one of the Generals... a vile thing known only as Hatter. An assassin that killed for fun. Ashnard was one of the most human of the generals so it was easy for him to slip in and out of society. However to not bring attention to himself he'd have Hatter kill those he was trying to have killed. That way he wouldn't have any suspect put onto him. Both were a very powerful team, Ashnard was more the muscle, the know-how and the people smarts, Hatter was the cold blooded killer and was a brilliant mastermind. After all, he'd never been caught once after an assassination. He always got his mark and he always got away, despite the very little information Ashnard could supply him with at times." "However, the vile general would never be in his human form if he could help it. He hated it, and despised all of humanity. It prompted his reason for joining the Death Angels. Their ultimate goal was to remove humanity and the Free races that existed. Ashnard had always rejected his human form...yet there is no root known of his insatiable resentment." A cold silence wavered between them. Many thoughts entered his head at once, including the fact that this monster's hateful obsession towards the slaughter of humanity threatened his master. Admittedly, he was a difficult adversary that they'd narrowly survived the night before and it would be disaster if they'd faced him again soon. And the man controlling him...either was unfortunate to have such a thing under his command or was just as vile and sadisitc as Ashnard was. Regardless of what he was, his blade hungered for the sanguine scent of his blood, as did the cold responsibility within him. The most reliable way for them to handle him would be to track and kill the Master down first. But he wouldn't risk Yukine's safety for it, and his newfound information of Ashnard further emphasized that. He turned to the beautiful girl, "This explained a fair bit, does it not?" [Hukuna gave me all this, I just edited what I need to such as making it more fancy and deleting things such as the cage weakness he gave me. I respect that I don't get to know everything.]

Yukine and Debronee The Internet? The vague system only beknownst to him as a modernized technological network with informative accessibility at a push of a few buttons. Such a convenience was rather alien to the man, but one that would prove very useful, indeed. Although the tingling of his curiosity prompted him to follow and learn, he wanted to make himself useful to Yukine in his own way, and preferred not to rely on her as much as he could, or at least until he managed something serviceable to her. Taking a final glance at her as she headed toward the computer room, Debronee decided to consult one of the librarians for assistance. He was led to a neglected corner of the library, one for good reason -- the folk there had little knowledge, if not interest, in the language of the books mixed up in that section, so much that the staff had considered to dispose of said books to add room for others. To that, he felt fortunate that he managed to find a few books that comprised of languages he knew; primarily consisting of Latin, with scattered instances of French and ancient Roman. Rolling through several books that had no relevance to his search, a tattered, old-fashioned book with it's title dusted caught his attention. "Mortem Angeli", the title read. Death Angels. There were words below it etched in the black cover, "Novem potentes duces...." The nine powerful generals....what followed were names of nine he knew not of, but the last- "....et muetebant Ashnard". And the dreaded Ashnard. Ashnard. The name. He'd found a source. The name was tensing, Debronee's nerves flowing with caution while the burning desire of battle scorched within him. Without further hesitation he hustled his fingers to the index (that was, to his fortune, there to organize the pages) and managed to find a section regarding their wolf-like adversary. Reading through the pages, Debronee wondered if he'd found the right Ashnard, and if the book was of mere fiction that had nothing to do with the ancient folklore he needed to find. Darting his scarlet eyes across bits and pieces of information that were surely promising to him, the pages managed to divert him to a vague illustration of the hungry werewolf. Debronee didn't read any further -- at least, not yet. It convinced him that it was no longer sheer coincidence, and was enticed over the discovery he'd miraculously found. He'd rather his Master know of it alongside him. Taking the book with him, he returned to Yukine who was still at the computer. "Have you found anything yet?" [sorry if this is ex machina or waay too coincidental or something. That and I know some Latin so I decided to put it in there.]

Yukine and Debronee Yukine had decided for the two to look around the city, primarily in search of a place that would provide them with a handsome amount of information of their adversaries -- particularly their not-so-subtle canine foe the night before -- while simultaneously familiarizing themselves in the city they were now in, as they passed by door after door of foreign buildings as well as the many faces of busy people. The modern of the city left the phlegmatic Debronee slightly awed. Daylight was never his time or life, but looking at it now, the wonders it promised were definitely appealing to him now; between every sight, sound, and scent, the liveliness was, somewhat, a luxury for a quiet man like himself. He reminded himself to keep track of wherever they went so they could backtrack if they needed to. Debronee knew the two needed their strength to travel throughout the day, and, knowing that they hadn't had breakfast yet, suggested to Yukine that they eat something first before moving on, with the cash he plundered yesterday. Looking back at the bank he stole from the other night, there was little that seemed off that would merit suspicion towards him, although he did good to conceal the large amount of money they had meticulously between his attire and backpack. The two helped themselves to a simple snack of what seemed to be sushi at a nearby stall. The two immersed their taste buds at the ordinarily-made food, and seeing his Master's satisfied smile as they continued on together further eased him. The two managed to stumble upon a modest, average-sided building that seemed to be a small, public library. The variety of books they could see from the outside enticed both Master and Servant, as they, for the first time, breathed in a building that didn't reek of the malodorous smell of indecency where the two had first met. Despite it's average side, it was well ventilated and air-conditioned, leaving Yukine with a rather comforting experience. The library was nearly unoccupied with the librarians wearing bored looks on their faces and the empty silence that the two found tranquil. Yukine advocated on splitting up to look for books that would help as they parted on a forked path that led to sections surmising different genres and types of books neatly arranged in a maze of shelves. The complexity and unfamiliarity of the foreign language that riddled the haven of books perturbed Debronee slightly. He couldn't find what he needed to if he couldn't determine what the covers of the neatly arranged books on the decks indicated to conceal within them. Given the mediocre size of the library, it would not come off as a surprise if little books of a language he knew would be available, if at all. "What am I to look for?" He professed as he met up with Yukine with a book in her hand, feeling rather ashamed of his predicament. "Forgive me, but again, I am yet to be fully accustomed with the ways of this world, try as I may. As of now, I can't read the given language, unless, perhaps -- I may inquire books of a language I would understand?"

Well, thank god we decided to hide in the library although Hukuna could always ex machina find us or something, that'd be rad considering we've not even figured him out yet