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Oh I wasn't looking for King, per se. Just something better than, well, an Officer or something.

My aunt did the same for me with Rune Factory 4 But uh, I don't get too excited over gifts, so I'm not sure I have one. I mean, I got a car. That's nice.

Perhaps! But like I also said, I'm not going to wait for that to make my first character. I'm going to make an Underdark one pretty soon, I've just been busy doing schoolwork.

YES, I NEED MY BUBBLES~~~~~~ Please Ame, I will sell my soul for my Saphira bubbles magazine. It's the only thing that matters in life.

I'm not "requesting" anything though. I said that I'm waiting for it to come out so I can be the first to lock in a position :]

@Chimchain I was going to make a sheet for an Underdark character, and I think I will, I just wanted to save a slot for a higher position because that would be fun (which is why I'll save that slot for the new kingdom). But once I finish up with some stuff, I'll add that Underdark character.

Interest, check~

Alright, I'll look through to find some originals and make some sheets EDIT: I was wondering, are you still introducing that 7th kingdom or were you going to hold off on that? That will determine if I wait for it or not

Is the list of people in the OP up to date? Or does someone have a list of every PC in every kingdom and what Pokemon they are? I have been reading through but I just want to make sure (it would make my life easier)

[[To: Klive]] The barrage of questions was tiring to Will. He let out a small sigh and backed away, for he felt a slight bit of suffocation. "Y-yes, gone. I was working, as usual. No, no injuries. Who says I went anywhere? I could have just walked straight to the garden for all I know. But no, I was just making rounds. If I did go anywhere, it could be any of the places I hadn't locked up yet. Like the cafeteria, the second floor hallways, the teachers' offices, or the front offices." The janitor looked at the kid nervously. "Any more questions?" He was a nice and friendly person, but this came out of nowhere, and he felt attacked for some reason. He only hoped there were no further questions, but examining the interest of the student, he new there would be more. Perhaps it was just the general craze going around, and Will would have to adjust himself to it.

Gavriil followed the blue hair in front of him, shrugging off the fatigue as best he could. Once she pointed out the dining room, his stomach growled something fierce, making him notice just how hungry he was. The Russian noted the boy he saw earlier as the sole remnant in the room before passing into the dining room to eat. Gavriil chose a stool and pushed it aside deliberately, falling into it with a noticeable thump. He ate as one would eat breakfast on a day he or she simply could not wake up--very slowly, very silently, with the mind preoccupied elsewhere. Following the conclusion of his meal, Gavriil followed the hallways back to the room he woke up; he had not idea if it was the proper room for sleeping, but it was the only one he knew, and so he laid himself on the bed with much effort. Falling to sleep, however, did not require any effort at all. . . . He woke up refreshed. In fact, his body was never tired at all, nor his mind, just his spirit; he now felt that was replenished, and jumped out of bed with the vigor a person of his age should have. Gavriil then went in search of Noriko through the hallways...

[[To: Klive]] Will frowned inwardly but maintained the jovial smile on his face. This student was rather impertinent, wasn't he? Or she? The janitor shrugged off the though. "Why, yes. I was in the garden. But I don't know much more than that. I saw a classmate of yours there, too." He paused, thinking on the student's question a bit. "Though, I would like to correct that I don't recall blacking out. My memory just... ends at a certain point."

Even the jump up to his position took a considerable amount of energy. Gavriil heeded Noriko's words and let himself fall from the platform. It was almost int he same instance he touched the ground that his weariness allowed him to end his transformation; it was as she said, all he had to do was stop focusing on it. His descent was not as graceful as the girl's, but he managed to stay on his feet--though he swayed a bit in place as he looked at her. Perhaps if he was in a more energetic frame of mind would he recognize the agitation in Noriko's features, but he did not, and therefore also did not have a mind to inquire about it. The Russian stumbled forward, toward the cascade of blue hair before him. He meant to signal that he had done what she requested, though it came off as an awkward motion. This he would admonish himself for later, for he was never supposed to be awkward, always clean and efficient. However, at the moment, he let it side, for this was a form of exhaustion he had not familiarized himself with; and exhaustion of spirit.

Gavriil let out a small breath. The weapon disappearing had been an interesting discovery for him, and so his efforts in throwing it did not feel wasted. Sure, Noriko said it could backfire, but it had its uses. Concentrating as he could, he materialized the massive flail once more. Though he succeeded, he felt a certain wind get knocked out of him. It had only been a few minutes of fighting, and yet he felt tired. He did not let on that this was the case, though his face did emit certain signs of weariness. Trying his best to mask them, Gavriil crouched to brace himself for launch; his legs were pistons, launching him into the air and onto a platform near that where Noriko stood.

[[To: Klive]] Will paused to look at the person who approached him. Well, he thought, looks like the day wouldn't go by without incident after all. He sighed silently to himself before turning his shoulders to face Klive. He smiled, "Why, I don't suppose why you couldn't! How may I help you? Ehm..." He searched for what to call him but realized there had been no introduction. It made him feel a little awkward, but he ran with it.

Gavrill looked up to see Noriko's new position. He thought rapidly on how to strike her, for he had no projectiles... or did he? With a swift tug of his right arm, he reversed the massive ball's momentum to come back to him, and took hold of the chain where it connected to it. Without missing a beat, Gavriil held the ball between spikes, and used as much force as he could to throw the flail straight at the blue-haired girl. It flew up with the chain and handle trailing, like the tail of a comet.

Gavriil nodded. It was the type of training he received in fighting before he had any skills; he was told to simply attack his masters, and soon learned that his efforts were for naught. He brushed aside that thought, for this time, things were different; he already knew how to fight, basically. Perhaps these new skills would not be too difficult to manage. The imposing figure suddenly lunged at Noriko. His right elbow came in front of his face, his hand just beside his left ear while his right hand was locked in a chamber fist, still holding the chain of the flail. Once he reached a distance at which the flail could hit, he unleashed his locked arms in an explosively-powerful swing of the ball, which gained massive momentum as it traveled from as far back as Gavriil could prepare it. Thus there was a giant, spiked, iron ball heading towards the blue-haired girl at a speed Gavriil himself was surprised he could manage to throw such a cumbersome object. He chalked it down to his new strength, of course.

DING DONG DONG DING~ Will was sitting in his chair in the supply room still, pushing off the wall with he feet to rock the chair on its back legs. His head was down and his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. At the sound of the bell, he murmured, "Hmm, another day. I didn't talk to any of the kids during school but, I'm not sure if I want the trouble." The janitor continued to rock himself as he thought of what to do; today was a lazy day, for he had no errands to run or obligations in general after school for once. It was liberating, but at the same time it was awfully boring.

A weapon... Materialize? Gavriil almost felt like laughing. Almost. There was some semblance on humor in the situation; this girl was just asking him to do these things as if he could... but he could. Gavriil was a sensible person, and reasoned that Noriko would not be asking this of him if he could not. Therefore, he thought on that feeling he honed in on to transform. Perhaps if he used that in some way, it could materialize a weapon. He thought for a moment. What sort of weapon should it be anyway? Noriko mentioned that it did not have to be practical outside of materialization, so that gave him some interesting options to work with. Gavriil wanted to choose something fitting of his stature; not everyone could boast the ability of his muscular strength. The large figure then stretched his right arm out to the side, palm open. Still looking forward at Noriko, his closed his eyes calmly and focused. He willed a form to burst from his hand--and it did. Suddenly a large handle appeared in his hand and he grasped it instantly. Snaking out from the handle was a large and sturdy chain that rose up, defying physics, until it met with a giant spiked ball. This was his weapon, a giant flail, a ball and chain. Once the materialization was complete, gravity took effect and the ball fell downward to the floor. It hit the ground with a loud clang that rang in Gavriil's ears for a second. Testing his new weapon, the Russian quickly lifted his hand with much force, sending the ball into the air and across the front of his body to the left. The chain followed the ball, and he caught the end near the ball in his left hand. So there Gavriil stood, this giant figure, handle in one hand and chain in the other, twirling it occasionally for the sake of it. He looked back at Noriko, as if to ask what more she wanted of him.

He blinked. Combat training, was it? His skills were already top-notch in hand-to-hand combat, though his state of recovery might lessen them. However, he admitted Noriko was right; he hadn't the faintest idea as to how to integrate these powers into battle. For now, he did as she said. Gavriil took a step back and focused on that feeling inside of him once more. He let it burst out in that recognizable boom of sound as his body transformed in the same way it had before. He was even more imposing than before, and his hulking figure looked at Noriko for further instruction.

Yep! The thread right below this! "5th Gen Shiny Thread"

Gavriil did not give the boy's demeanor a second thought--it was the typical reaction of a timid nature. He heard the footsteps recede and continued on his way to the showers only after they had faded. Walking down the right hallway, he began to debrief and process everything that had happened so far. His life was different now. This wasn't some anime where he could just suddenly get thrown into a new life and be alright with it; he had to come to terms in his own way. And that was to think about it. The shower door slid open and a boy stepped inside. The knob turned with a squeak and a stream of water slowly gained pressure the farther it went. After a minute, the clear water began to steam and the room filled with vapor. Gavriil stood, bracing against the wall with his right hand, looking down in contemplation as the water passed down his body in cascades. In this cell,the Russian continued to think about his situation. Gavriil walked out of the shower room in his fresh clothes. He appreciated that his caretakers had taken care to provide him with clothes nearly identical to those he was used to wearing, They must have thought of everything, he thought. Walking down the halls, Gavriil took the turn to the passage the boy had told him to go to earlier. Noriko was still waiting for him somewhere in this direction, so he continued until he came across where she was.