Arillo Amandil- Who needs a guide?

"I’m sorry lass but I ordered this and you can’t come along and take it.” Arillo scolded as he took the platter from here and started to eat the Dragonbird and when he handed Shade the platter back it was spotless. “There you go my good sir and my compliments to the chef.” While he waited for the guide to lead them to Training room 2 and take them to their next test Arillo decided to sit next to Charles. “You know,” he said looking at Charles while he thought of something, “You remind me of a sleeping bear. You get poked enough and, metaphorically speaking, you’ll get up, kill the bugger, then go back to sleep.”

~Charles Price: Asylum, Lobby----Stirring~

Charles groaned, he’d been resting ever since his argument with the arrogant summoner, and had missed quite a lot. The old man stirred, his eyes wandered the lobby to see what had changed since he went back to sleep. Nothing much changed apparently, except there was now a small man and the lobby, and Roy and the summoner seemed to be facing off. To Charles it seemed the summoner was just asking for trouble. It also seemed like they were about to leave soon, ’About time too, I don’t think I’ll survive well listening to the summoner’s boasts’ he thought out of relief. The one who awoke him was thankfully a friend, the warrior from before. The child who had questioned him was sitting on the floor in front of him. ’When did that happened?’ he wondered. The warrior was speaking to him something about bears. It took him awhile to register things, but he listened since he didn’t feel like doing anything else. ”Ah the bear metaphor”, he said when the warrior finished. ”I may have been one in another life, perhaps. I need my sleep after all.” Charles nodded over to Enine, ”Not starting anymore trouble is he?”

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--Impatient Enine-



Enine jumped to his feet with a start. It seemed they were close to the test. As such he did not want to clutter and bother anyone (not that he already hadn't) so he clapped his hands. And quite suddenly all 7 stakes disappeared, with the opposite of how they had appeared in the first place. A small fizzle and all the girls disappeared, even Beelzebub who had been staring at the small food-man in awe. Leviathans half-eaten apple even dropped unceremoniously from the air, striking the ground in Enine's wake.

Enine turned a little glance in what he had previously supposed was the invisibrat from earlier (It had simply looked like the plate was floating, that and his speech matched the other a bit), but it had seemed it was an entirely different thing underneath all those robes. He couldn't really tell what "it" was. What he could tell is that it made food somehow from under its robes, as it horfed up the lizard-mans meal. This was certainly something, and while he did not overtly show it (he only raised a single eyebrow) Enine thought it was disgusting and slightly perplexing. But it was pretty comical how the lizard-man just walked up to the food and started eating, he even said a little saying to go along with the fact that what he was eating had been thrown up by some internal food maker. Enine could not help but give out a small laugh.

But it seemed they weren't to wait to long, as their guide would be getting around to them. Enine wondered who it could be, that man spider? the diamond giant? Or someone else entirely. Well if they had people like the food-horfer or Cypher, Enine was going to really enjoy the place. Putting his hands behind his back Enine, walked forwards a bit, away from the group. Not content to wait in a chair any longer, he ad instead chosen to wait standing.

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*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*

Isarabi White

Turning her face to glance at Shade, she blinked, but did no more and turned back to Virgil when he asked her that question. "What brought me?" She paused and sighed a little after biting her lip, and replied,"Well...now's not the-" She almost said that it wasn't the time for that particular story, because she felt a little bit uncomfortable talking about it. But, she looked like she was remembering some things that she'd rather keep to herself for a while yet. "Um.." She looked back into Vergil's eyes and said softly, hoping that others wouldn't hear her,"The falling of the company that I worked for. I came here for myself. I want to accomplish something." She compromised with this answer, telling the basics without going into details. Nobody had ever really asked that of her before, about her past. "I hate waiting." She agreed.

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<(Il thrane)>


As the computroller anounced that the wait would soon be over, she lazily closed her scanning eyes and stretched cat like before raising from her seat. The Eldar women shook her head yet again at the boastful ways of the man . . . Enine was his name, relinquishing his pets, leaving behind their fould residues to her mind's eye. Il thrane straightened her already relatively trim robes and moved towards the desk to wait, keeping her distance from the other aspirants.

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'Samus. That's the only name you'll hear. Samus. It means the end and the death. Samus. I am Samus. Samus is all around you. Samus is the man beside you. Samus will gnaw upon your bones. Look out! Samus is here.' - Horus Rising by Dan Abnett

I can see clearly now the rain is gone! I can see all obsta-- *runs into a pole*

Vergil nodded his head at her answer, and took a moment to think about what she said. He didn't know what she meant, but to be honest, he didn't want to know. Whatever she was up to, it was her busniess, and he had no right to stick his nose into it. "I see. Well, I won't pry. I can see that you don't want to talk about it." Vergil closed his eyes, and thought about his own past. In his mind, he saw flashes of his father training him, more like beating him was far as he was concerned. His father wanted him to be strong, to be the perfect warrior, to be the perfect heir to the clan. He remembered how his father gave him nothing, nothing for himself, always for the clan. Vergil shook his head as as he came back to the present, placin ghis hand over his right eye, cursing under his breath. He hated when that happened.

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You think your evil? You want to see real evil? Then allow me to educate you...

{Roy}

_Lunatic Inc._

Roy listened to Enine, paying attention to not only what he had to say, but how he said it. In Roy's thought process, his guess first about the seven sisters turned out to be true, they do serve as bodyguards, and supposedly each one has a particular ability that fits for a certain range. For this much of protection, Roy concluded that this probability power of Enine's is not only strong, but also functions as a weakness for him. “ So if I were to fight him, one day, then I must conclude that I must first figure out which sister is for what range and if that's interchangeable, adapt, and secondly, force him to use this so-called token of god power and see where the chips lay. That is the only true way to defeat him.” Roy thought as his final analysis of the master of the arcane, Enine. Roy took another sip of his drink as he finished it.

When Cypher said and what Slade said, Roy lowered his empty bottle. “ Doesn't matter, if my life is an open book to him.” Roy commented as he overheard the Slade's nasty laugh and his crude comment. “ Doesn't matter, if he can put two and two together.” He added as he stood up from his chair. “ And it doesn't matter, if he knows the truth.” He mentioned as he approached the wooden desk with all the monitors. “ Because I didn't come here for the easy path. I need deadly challenges and dangerous situations, I need to grow stronger.” Roy said as that's what he was leading to.

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

Shade accepted the platter from Arillo, snatching it out of his hands.
"Thanks." it said shortly,before jamming the platter full force into the hood. Instead of the shortcut to a painful forehead expected, the platter disappeared into the darkness of the inside of the robe like sliding into a deep hole. It convulsed for a few seconds before settling down, and Shade seemed no worse for the wear.

Around the same time, Kallis became conscious of the faint sound of footsteps approaching. With and odd skip between every other step, the sound grew closer and closer until suddenly a bolt of black silver and red bounded into the room through a side door.
"Hiya newbies! Im Peter Pan, here to guide you on your magical tour of Lunatic Land!" said the newcomer, beaming at the assembled applicants.
"No you aren't." Said Cypher, moving towards the stranger, and handing him a sheet of paper as Kallis examined the new stranger. He certainly looked a little too...dark to be peter pan. Wearing an open black leather coat cloak, With a long sleeved black shirt underneath, the arms of which were covered by light leather armor, also black. Comfortable black jeans with leather shin guards covered his legs, and studded black boots complete the outfit. Setting him apart from a simple monochrome enthusiast though, is the liberal inclusion of Silver, and Skulls about his person. On his hands there are no less than 6 silver rings, half with skull patterns on them. Around his neck Was a thick silver pendant with a miniature replica of a real human skull. Even the back of the cloak shone with a an image of a skull sewn into the back with silver thread. Lying across his shoulders, with both arms dangling over it was a long black pole or staff of some kind, topped with another Silver replica skull, this one with it's mouth open in a perpetual deathly smile.
All of this considered, Kallis might have expected the wearer to be a rather grim person, but the man, also in his mid twenties, with his shock of messy, blazing red hair, was consistently displaying one of the brightest, most genuine smiles he had ever seen in his life.

" Zane Reinada," Cypher stated, as he made his way towards the door that Ferren had gone through earlier. " He will guide you when ready to Training room 2. I will go on ahead to prepare for the examination." with that, he nodded goodbye to the group, and exited through the doorway. "Examination eh? Sounds kinky, wait up for me!" Said Shade, chasing after Cypher.

Zane grinned around at the applicants, twirling the black pole in his hands as he tapped a foot up and down. " Just call me Twitch, Everyone does," he advised friendily. " Now's is everyone prepared to enter the dark and unknown horrors of a few hallways and then a mostly empty room? Cause if not, I can wait while you steel your nerves!" He joked, as he moved to wait near the doorway Cypher had just used.

Despite everything else about Twitch to take notice of, and separate from everyone else, What Enine no doubt noticed most about the man was the fact that he wanted to hurt him. No, Actually Enine downright wanted to kill the man for some reason. As soon as Enine had set eyes on Mr. Reinada coming into the room, an unnatural feeling Danger and mistrust towards the man had begun building inside of him till the point that he almost felt compelled to attack the man, or maybe run. It wasnt quite clear. All of it seemed to be stemming from a larger feeling unfamiliar to Enine, and while it was no longer getting worse, it and the urge werent going away either.

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"'Bout time," Scael hissed as he got up and calmly followed this Zane person through the doorway. What kind of test, he wondered, awaited them? Surely not combat? Maybe it was psychological. Anyway, he would have to be ready for anything. He listened closely, barely making a sound even as he seemed to be walking normally; his eyes shifted left and right, noticing the minute details of the hall as he stepped inside.

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Enine had been lost in his own thoughts as he was oft to do, even with the little walking carpet's antics, he paid no mind. At least, not until he noticed someone new was coming. Someone with an odd skip in their walk. But with it a strange feeling started to develop in Enine, one which he just could not comprehend. It was to vague at the moment, but something had stirred with-in him at the sound, something he had not felt in a long time.
"this. . .this is worrying. . ." He thought as he quickly began scanning the room for any other possible source to the feeling that was quickly gaining ground with-in him. As the sound of foot steps grew closer Enine showed a little of what was going on. Nervously tapping his foot he began to rub his hands together, ever so often glancing back at the door as he had turned away from it.
"What, what is this????" he worriedly thought. He could identify what he was feeling now. now that the sound had gotten close (and getting closer still). It was a combination of deep animalistic fear, pure hatred, and an anger so immense Enine could barely hold himself back from destroying the chair next to him. Torn between these three emotions Enine could do nothing more then wait nervously for whatever it was that was causing him to feel this, and yet a part of him did not want to see what was about to come through that door and instead wanted to run out the great iron entrance. Turning his head away Enine chose to focus instead on a small vase sitting on a stand nearby.

But even as he heard the word 'hiya' he knew he could not keep himself from turning to face whatever it was. He would later regret even looking, for as soon a he set eyes on the man named Zane he seemed to freeze up. Going deathly pale Enine could do no more then stare straight at the man as a deer would at the headlights. And all at once a resounding voice, and all of the emotions he had been feeling exploded in Enine's head as he stared at the THING standing there

"KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL DESTROY END IT END END. DIE. IT SHOULD NOT EXIST SHOULD NOT SHOULD NOT NO NO FEAR FEAR ESCAPE ESCAPE ESCAPE DEATH END IT END IT END IT KILL SHOULD NOT EXIST SHOULD NOT EXIST SHOULD NOT EXIST SHOULD NOT EXIST SHOULD NOT EXIST SHOULD NOT EXIST DEATH DEATH DEATHDEATHDEATHDEATHDEATHDTEHADTHEDTHDDHDTEHADTHED."

At the moment a hundred things were going on as this other voice spoke with-in his head. Enine immediately supposed it was the truly human way that was responding in such an odd way. He had no idea why he was responding in this way, but one thing was for certain, it was emanating from this man, and was causing him an extreme amount of discomfort. It took all the effort in Enine's body to stop himself, now presented with an actual source for his feelings, to keep from strangling him on the spot, even worse was the fear which told him that he should be 500 ft and climbing from this creature. It was obvious that what ever "it" was it was not normal. But even as he managed to get his initial emotions under control (and still quite present with-in him) he was internally confused by such an off bout of feelings.

"THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE" He thought amidst the chaos that had taken hold of him. Here a man that posed and looked no threat to Enine, and with such a cheery attitude stirring up ancient feelings in himself. Feelings he often chose to ignore entirely as they often interfered with one's ability to think properly (case in point) Enine's physical body meanwhile looked to be about to explode, as he began shaking with every muscle in his body pulling in every direction at once: his hands clenched into blanched fists, his elbows and knees locked up straight, his stiff erect back. Enine would be comparable to a robot at the moment. But worst of all, the feeling would not go away, even as the man walked away, he did not leave, which was what he wanted him to do with every fiber of his being. Stiffly turning away Enine quite robotically walked clear across the room. Each step looked to take a a vast effort as he grunted to move limbs that were disobeying their master, breaking out in a sweat did not help much either. But at this rate Enine was seriously thinking of whether or not to leave the room entirely. going around a pillar was all Enine could do to escape the sight of the skull adorned abomination, even then the feeling did not go away entirely, it did however, allow Enine to at least attempt to calm himself down. If he had to never look at "its" face again it was a risk he was willing to take. Putting his hand to his chest Enine slid down to the floor, he was miles away from caring about his appearance with such a THING standing so near. As soon as he had seen IT he had stopped caring.

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*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*

{>Il thrane . . . disturbing.<}


As Il thrane waited patiently for the soon to come escort, here keen ears quickly picked up the sound of footsteps. Her years of wandering and trecking through unknown places resounded through here mind. Before many of the applicats had even heard the man coming, she had identified that he was skipping, his approximate height and weight and his general disposition, though the later was more do to a slight probing of his mind, but nothing more, for some reason, she feared to peer too far into the minds of these agents, not knowing what she may find.

As the man entered the room, here mind was overwhelmed by some form of near emotional breakdown, not suprisingly coming from the daemon summoner, Enine. The thoughts and emotions that his mind shrieked were overwhelmingly strong and disturbing. She winced at the suddenness of it. As the Farseer recovered slightly from the initial shock, she determined that the phenomanon was caused by the appearance of the excessively cheery man in black who appeared to be their guide to the next test, though she could not determine why. 'What has instigated this response?' she sent into Enine's mind as she turned to follow the stranger.

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'Samus. That's the only name you'll hear. Samus. It means the end and the death. Samus. I am Samus. Samus is all around you. Samus is the man beside you. Samus will gnaw upon your bones. Look out! Samus is here.' - Horus Rising by Dan Abnett

I can see clearly now the rain is gone! I can see all obsta-- *runs into a pole*

Twitch cocked his head, noticing Enine's distress. "Problem?" He asked innocently, before chuckling as he stood up and moved to the doorway, motioning for the applicants to follow. "Just kidding. Seriously, dont worry about it," he said, as he led them down the hall. " All who skirt and avoid true death fear me. But put your mind at ease, if our reckoning comes, it will be far, far from now. Twitch laughed again as if his tone hadnt taken an unexpectedly dark turn a few seconds before. "And Boss man told me to keep my hands off you chickadees anyway!" he said cheerfully.
It wasn't exactly comforting, but Zane's little speech did seem to have the effect of greatly reducing the fear he experienced, for whatever reason. Still, it didnt disappear entirely, leaving a small, twisting shadow in his mind as Twitch led them farther into the compound.

Kallis zoned out as twitch led them through the winding halls, explaining all the doors they passed as containing some impossible, and/or incredibly unlikely wonder of a ridiculous nature. Eventually as they went, Kallis became aware that they were descending deeper and deeper underground.
"This place has levels below ground?" he thought as they went along. " If even the lobby was bigger inside then it was outside, with sub ground floor who knows how big this place is?"
Eventually Twitch stopped at a door, and stood asisde as he pulled it open." And This room contains a hole to a paralell dimension of nothingness, where anything entering is sure to perish immidiately! Well, in ya go." Kallis, still trying to figure out how big the Asylum was, had only time for a startled "Wha?" As twitch pushed him into the room.

There was a moment of panicked flailing before Kallis righted himself, attempting to regain his dignity as he looked around. The room was large, about three times as big as the lobby had been, with a ceiling twice as high. The entire room was constructed of some kind of smooth, off white, reflective material, the feel of which put Kallis in mind of some kind of high grade industrial ceramic. At the other end of the room were two people.
One was the towering man named Ferren from earlier, though he appeared to have shed his armor and was just wearing a plain Gray T-shirt and Cargo pants, though the enormous sword was still strapped to his back. Speaking of his back, Kallis noticed a pair of disturbingly small and cute leathery wing poking from the back of the shirt ,far to tiny to be anything of use. Ferren himself was simply standing, looking back towards the door with a disinterested look on his face.If possible, the guy looked even BIGGER without the armor. Height obviously wasnt the only advantage he had, the man was built like a panzer.
The other man was unfamiliar, and looked to be barely 20, if that sitting on some kind of solid metal stool. He was garbed casually, in a sleeveless black vest that extended just short of the knee, worn unzipped to display it's solid red lining, also making it plain that he wore no shirt beneath it. Beneath that he wore equally dark Cargo pants which clung at the ankle. His skin was slightly dark, and his hair was stark black and short. Kallis couldnt help but notice the strange long and winding, black and blue tattoos that covered the young mans entire arms, and most of his chest it seemed. from what he could see it looked like they probably extended over his back, and down his legs as well. At the moment, he appeared to be reading a book in one hand while the other arm was busy lifting a a large heavy looking barbel. he seemed focused on the book, but he glanced at the applicants for a moment as they entered. From the glance, Kallis could see the young mans eyes were completely black save the whites, giving them an odd wide look.

"Attention," said Cypher's voice echoing through the room, Startling Kallis as he didnt see any speakers." The second test for application into Lunatic Inc shall take place here in Training Room 2. Before we begin however, the weapons you surrendered to our care earlier shall be returned to you." At that, Cypher began reading off the names of applicants. As each name was read, a bin containing each persons weapons morphed out a the nearest wall, growing out of the very substance like liquid. It went on like this until every applicant had retrieved their weapons, save for Enine, and Roy.
"In the case of Enine Estel,"announced Cypher from wherever he was, " Who informed that he carried no weapons, but in fact attempted to conceal through magical means 7 weapons/beings of a magical nature, A penalty shall be imposed for the following test. For the entire duration of the test, Enine Estel shall be allowed the use of ONE Weapon/being, and only one. In Addition, that Weapon/being must remain in the from of a being for the entirety. Should he attempt to switch out, transform it, or otherwise skirt these conditions, he is to be immediately contained, and physically expelled from the premises. Deadly Force is authorized on the part Zane Reinada to enforce this."
At this announcement, Twitch, who had walked over to speak to Ferren, turned and smiled at Enine.
Cypher continued on. " As well, should Enine Estel pass the test, his acceptance into Lunatic Inc will be further dependent on his surrender of the remaining Weapons/beings, which will be returned to him within the hour."
Kallis tried to avoid smirking. He knew he should feel kinda bad for the guy but he did kinda ask for it.

"In the case of Roy Everydayman," continued Cypher, without a hint of irony," Who informed that he surrendered all carried weapons to our care, yet in fact conspired to conceal 1 weapon through scientific means, A penalty shall be imposed for the following test. For the entire duration of the test, Roy Everydayman will be allowed the use of only the one weapon he attempted to conceal, and the remainder shall be held in our care pending the results of the test. Should Mr.Everydayman attempt to otherwise skirt this penalty, Consequences as in the case of Mr.Estel follow."
There was a a brief moment of feedback "Hehehe," laughed Shades High pitched giggle. Apparently the little imp was in the same room as Cypher and had stolen the mike." You two really screwed yourselves over. Why didnt ya just turn in your crap you thick slobs?" There was another moment of feedback as Cypher regained control of the receiver.
" Please pardon the interruption." Least he's polite, thought Kallis. "On to the test. Unfortunately, a conflict of interest was discovered with Mr. Ein Hartman, and he was asked to leave. Now, Across from you you will see, A Mr.Zane "Twitch Reinada," At his name, Zane flashed victory sign and spun around, showing off for an imaginary audience."A Mr.Ferren Maddus," Ferren rolled his eyes and waved. " And a Mr.Durako Kurokami." The young man with the tattoos responded by lower his book and lightly dropping the barbel to the ground as he turned in his seat to face the applicants,the weight hitting the floor with a thud Kallis could feel all the way at his location through the floor.
He couldnt help but wonder what kind of a test this would be. Maybe they would have to put on some kind of display, and these three would be Judges?
"These three members of Lunatic Inc will be acting as proctors for this examination." Continued Cypher." Your Goal in this examination, is to defeat any one of these proctors in pitched combat, and render them unable to continue, preferably through rendering them unconscious. This examination will be graded on 'all or nothing' rules, In that you are expected to work as a team and if any one of you manages to complete the goal, you all pass. However, likewise, if anyone of your team is renderd unconscious or otherwise unable to continue, you will all fail, and be asked to leave."
Kallis looked a little dumbfounded. " Wait wait wait," He called out, hoping Cypher could hear him. " All of use, versus just them three? Doesn't that seem a little, I dont know, unfair?"
"Complaint acknowledged, and verified." replied Cypher, followed by a brief pause. " It appears that All proctors were requested beforehand to fight using only less then 50% of their full battle potential, in order to minimize the chance of applicant fatality.As well, Applicants not under penalty are authorized to use full combat force. The examination will continue."
"Thats not what I meant!" Kallis yelled.
"You have 30 minutes. The test begins...Now."

Reluctantly, Kallis grasped the sword hilt, the pitch black blade growing into place, though he stood back, unwilling to engage in what he saw as an unfair fight.
"Dont hold back on our account," said Durako, turning back to his book. His voice had a pleasant husky quality to it, though his tone was cold and flat. "Even if you come at intending to kill, you likely wont be able to make us sweat. Your chances are slim as it is."

"I really dont care either way," said Ferren with a yawn as he turned to Durako."Im just hoping they at least manage to do something interesting before fizzling out. Give me something to laugh about when this is done and I go to bed. What do you say we give them first go, they're at enough of a handicap as it is?" Durako shrugged his acceptance as another bout of feedback came over the PA.
"Hey, By the way Ferren, That Scale guy or whatever, Said he could take you," said the little purple instigator, evil glee in his voice. "I heard him in the lobby."
"Pfft, yeah sure." snorted Ferren, ridicule heavy on his voice. " Maybe in his wildest fantasies he could." He turned to the applicants, yawning again. " Tell ya what you guys, were going to go ahead and let you maggots take the offensive. We feel kinda bad for you and all, and since you made me laugh, i'll even start off using only one arm. Who knows, you might even get lucky. Doubt it though."
Kallis ground his teeth. These guys werent taking them seriously at all and they were outnumbered almost 4 to one.
Meanwhile, Twitch was amusing himself by making shadow puppet against one of the walls.

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--Enine, oh bollocks--


"I-I DON'T KNOW!!!" Enine shouted to whatever voice had intruded into his thoughts. Putting his hands to his temples Enine got up, it was only when "Twitch" began speaking did Enine's pain ebb away, and with-out came a realization, "So. . .he's one of those supposed killer-all types. Ha ha ha, that would actually work on me, if I had been tied to this dimension, thank-god I am not a true part of this place, otherwise. . ." But truth be told Enine was extremely afraid of true death, he had died plenty of times, and sometimes he met certain people who could find ways to kill the unkillable, but Enine was no normal being in terms of death. What did happen was when he was killed by "those types" he had to go threw an excruciating painful resurrection into his multiversal body, but true and absolute death was an alien term for him. "I suppose I acted in that way simply based on extinct. . ." he thought as the feeling slowly ebbed into the corner of his mind.

He followed near the back, noting the use of displacement space, or things-that-are-smaller-but-are-bigger, a magical trick often used by magicians to make places larger. And yet even as the person, Cypher explained the handicap he was to receive Enine shrugged his shoulders. "If it was meant to be this way, so be it." He said aloud, it seemed he had mellowed out a bit after his outbreak in the lobby.
Although one thing did seem odd "How did, I wonder how they even knew the girls could transform..." but now was no the time to dwell on such facts. But this was not the only weapon Enine had, although this would mean he would be in a strictly supportive role in their group "fight" his power would be put to its fullest use in such a scenario, but yet again, he was faced with a dilemma, with the power on everyone with-in the room would be susceptible to it's effects. But the one thing about using his own weapons, the sisters could not be affected by the rule-breaker.

"Oh well, might as well start small..." Enine sighed, as Belphegor appeared a next to him.
"Yes Master."She said with no expression on her face.
"Time to fight, and it seems I'm only allowed to use one of you, so I've chosen you." He said with the same amount of expression on his face as well.
"As you wish, Sir." She acknowledged as she turned to stand in a guard stance in front of Enine. He would wait for everyone else to make a move, it wasn't as if he had any anything extra to use, and he was still debating whether or not to turn on his power.

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*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*

"And now things get interesting..." Vergil smiled as he watched on, cracking hsi knucles and neck. This is what he came for, a little action. Lets just hope things got to him soon.

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You think your evil? You want to see real evil? Then allow me to educate you...

Il thrane

The Eldar woman almost giggled at the summoners ignorance of his competitors as he shouted out loud in reply to her mental commentary. Her internal glee was heightened even more when the handicap was presented due to the man's failed attempt at subterfuge, until it was announced that no matter what, the fates of all applicants would be the same.

'We are doomed to fail in this pursuit.' she thought pessemistically, taking hold of both her weapons. She quickly checked the clip of her shuriken pistol and took aim at the large dragonic man. Keeping her spear at the ready, she unleashed a hail of mono-filament shuriken.

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'Samus. That's the only name you'll hear. Samus. It means the end and the death. Samus. I am Samus. Samus is all around you. Samus is the man beside you. Samus will gnaw upon your bones. Look out! Samus is here.' - Horus Rising by Dan Abnett

I can see clearly now the rain is gone! I can see all obsta-- *runs into a pole*

Caim -~*

After watching everyone put thier weapons into the and taking note of each individual one Caim sat back and rested a bit to be sure he was rested for the next test. He ignored the argument thinking that they were idiots for arguing over philosophy during an application process.Caim had nearly gotten comfortable when he heard footsteps coming from the entrance his eyes flashed open to see who the newcomer was and watched as a man clad in armor walked to the desk and leaned a very large sword on the desk. 'A new applicant?' Caim thought as he listened to the conversation 'Oh, an employee. Wow, i wouldn't mind fighting him, it'd give me some well needed practice'. As the man named Ferren and Cypher continued thier conversation he heard the thing called Shade enter and begin making cocky comments. Caim looked over to look at him and decided that Shade was a sort of homunculus and a really annoying one at that. As Caim began to get comfortable again a man came around a corner declaring he was peter pan and that he was their guide. Cypher explained that the man was named Zane and that he was truly their guide. Caim noticed as Cypher and the homunculus went through a door that Enine was pale sweating and was looking like he was having a very bad day. He ignored him and waited for their guide to, well, guide them to where to take the test. as they went through the halls Caim attempted to memorize their route so as to be able to get out if their was any trouble. This endeavor however was very hard and Caim gave up eventually. They came to a door in which Zane opened and promptly pushed Kallis through. 'This man's more of a clown then a peter pan' Caim thought as he cautiously walked through the open door.
In the room were three men counting Zane as he bounded over to stand with the other two. One of the other two men was the Large man Ferren. The other was a man that had large tattoos on his body.Cypher began talking, though Caim could not see him, He explained that their weapons were to be returned to them. When Cypher announced his name Caim walked to the bin picked his pistols up and checked to see if they had done anything to them. finishing that Cyphers voice announced that there group would be fighting these men and explained the rules to the fight. 'Crap, i better not have to babysit anyone'. When Cypher finished and said the test had begun. Caim moved in front of Ferren out of reach of his sword and then a bit more. Caim noticed that on height Ferren was a head taller then him. Cim had begun to be giddy and excited and in retrospect did something he shouldn't have. He reached in his mind and grabbed the area which he knew to be his explosive pyrokinesis. He let it loose aiming to blow up the area in between Ferren and the tattooed man, instead it exploded the wall where Zane was making shadow puppets. Caim watched as the wall blew outward sending chunks of the wall flying everywhere. "Woops, guess i shouldn't do that" Caim said cringing as a chunk of wall nearly hit him. "Well, old fashioned it is" Caim pulled out one of his pistols and shot three times one going at ferrens right shoulder one at his left and one at his kidney. the pistol however sounded as if it had shot one bullet.

Isarabi White: Catching up

Isarabi nodded and said, "No trouble." Then noticed that he had zoned off, and didn't mind much. He looked to be in slight pain, but felt as a compulsion to ask, "Are you well?" She wanted to know of any weaknesses of any potential co-workers that she might have in the future. That and she genuinely cared...a little.

Looking up, she heard a man ask to be called 'Twitch' and frowned slightly, but didn't comment. It really wasn't that odd, she guessed. "This sounds exciting. Lead the way." She said softly, looking around at the other applicants, her voice now hoarse from overuse. She made a mental not to talk more in the future so this wouldn't happen. She stopped leaning against the wall and walked over, giving a nod to Vergil. She had noticed Enine's distress at the new face, and raised one eyebrow, wondering what got his panties in a twist. She almost verbalized her query, but changed her mind, settling for clearing her throat as she looked around at her surroundings.

"Chickadee?" Isarabi said, clearly displeased at being compared to such a docile creature. She took pride in her genetics, and the fact that she was a predator, not some fluffy little poof-brained bird. For some reason, she had never really had the fear of death, but embraced it as a part of life. If she was weak, then she would die. If she was strong, fast and cunning, then she might live.

At the sight of a new face yet again, she frowned a little bit, not liking the looks of this. If they were going to be giving them back their weapons, then what was the point of taking them? Information gathering? They probably tampered with her bullets! 'FUCK' she thought fiercley, her eyes narrowing and a suspicious look graced her features. She looked at her fellow applicants, and disliked the weak look that a few of them had. Most probably assumed her to be weak as well, which might come in handy. She frowned a little at the terms of the exam, but walked over to Vergil and whispered softly, "Now, what can you do, and we should work together. What're your specialties?" Since he was the one that she had spoken to most, she figured that Vergil would be a good place to start on this teamwork shit.

After replacing all of her recently returned weapons that she had just looked over with incredible scrutiny given the time and place, she began to stretch, her skin-tight clothing allowing her flexibility that normally wouldn't be possible in most clothing. Warning up her muscles was a must: she didn't want to ruin them for future work, even if this didn't work out.

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--Rule Breaker--



As Enine stood with his hands in his pockets and no particular expression on his face, he saw everyone starting to make an effort. Perhaps now that the fight had actually started he'd turn his ability on. In fact, that seemed an extremely tempting idea right now. Rules, they were always in the way of things, in a world of chaos rules serve no other purpose then to be broken, even now while Enine had rules imposed on him. He was not called the rule breaker for no reason.

Putting his hands to his eyes Enine could not help but laugh, fights were the things he had lived for, making veterans eat their own words was something that would never get old. His eyes turned blood red in response. As his power shot into the surrounding area, he could feel something. Enine was feeling lucky today.

"The stuff of legends! Let chaos rein, for every rule is at one point meant to be broken! But the thing about rooms I love so much, is that the possibilities are "almost" endless " he shouted as the walls started to shift and rend. The white ceramic material, quickly changed into literally different material in patches. Hardening into stone the room shifted and cracked, expanding outward. Great stone pillars then shot up out of the ground at no more then 10 ft, stone staircases ran up the walls and down, railing sprouted out of them. And after some more moving, the room had been transformed into something out of M.C. Escher, the effect would of been greater, had physics worked to the now larger room, but as it stood now, psychics would work as per usual. Everyone was still on the same plane and level, but instead of the room merely ending at a wall, it flowed into some stairs or a hallway.

But Enine was not done yet, for as Belphagor stood near him, her blade suddenly shined a brighter red is response to Enine's magic. Taking a step back Belpha held her arm aloft, as the blade grew an extra 6 f.t. enough to match the one Ferren had. she then faced her enemies as a knight would, the blade was much larger yet it still retained its lightness, something that Ferren did not have no doubt.

"Keep your guard up.." Enine said still not quite ready to have his only protection attack. He need to keep feeding the rule breaker in the air. It would be harder to concentrate with someone attacking him. His magic was still working its wonders, on his allies, he hoped it would help them all in their attack "For what is chaos without luck?" Enine whispered

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*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*

~Charles Price~

Charles looked up once the man called “Twitch” entered the lobby, and became annoyed when he learned that it was he who would lead them to their next test. ’Brilliant…this one tells jokes’ he thought as he stood up from his armchair, looking the man up in down. This one was dressed in some sort of grim theme, a theme of bones. And this theme especially with the rings littering the man’s hands reminded him of a similar grimly people back in his home world. ”I don’t trust him” he muttered to himself. The strange reaction the grim guy’s entrance gave to Enine made Charles trust him even less. ’I wonder why the summoner reacted how he did. That snotty bastard doesn’t seem like the type to freeze up in front of a necro-wannabe like this. That is unless he really is a coward.’ Charles narrowed his eyes at Twitch. There was something suspicious about that guy. Maybe it was his general bounciness, but he had not a clue.

The journal to the testing room was…uneventful, except for the silly descriptions of various doors. These guys had a vivid imagination, he’d give them that. Further and further that went underground, and when they had finally reached the arena Charles found him-self in the inside of a ceramic art piece. Somewhere, out there, an artist who strives for perfection is crying tears of eternal joy. They would surely be in heaven. As Cypher described the details (which included fighting, unsurprisingly), he wasn’t much surprised to hear that Enine had broken the rules. ’...Of course’ he thought according to this revelation, ’It’s pretty much the guy’s job as an arcanists to break the rules.’ But at the sound of Roy’s name he found himself to be surprised by the young man’s boldness. He had underestimated the young man’s ability to follow rules before, but thankfully he wasn’t as bad. In fact, given what he woke up to earlier, he hardly doubted the young man and the summoner had even a slightly similar mindset.

It turned out that not only were they fighting the two people that were already in the arena, but they were fighting the twitchy guy as well. ”Great, just great.” he said, the twitchy kid was going to be their proctor. Seriously, that kid worried him. Who knew what sort of sadistic thoughts the kid kept inside his skull. And if there’s anyone he disliked fighting, it was a sadist with a sense of humor, those never ended well. But it couldn’t be helped the teleporter just made a mental note to watch Twitch from a distance and maybe avoid him if he could. Charles walked over to the bin and grabbed both of his weapons. He placed his pocketknife between his teeth, and began loading the revolver, counting the bullets as he loaded. ’2…3…4…5…6 bullets.’ He looked at the three proctors as if trying to decipher his chances with them. ’Best not waste them.’ he thought, putting his pocketknife in one of his jackets pocket. He was going to save that for later.

Once he finished loading his gun, Charles began surveying the environment, committing it to memory so he was able to teleport freely. But just as he was almost finishing memorizing the area, it had changed. ”What?” he exclaimed, as right before his eyes the once smooth surface of the walls transformed into what seemed like a miniature dungeon, with stairs and hallways all over the place. Sure it was the same place, but he had a different environment. ’Now I have to rememorize the entire arena…super’, despite the very annoying and sudden change in environment, there was one advantage. He had elevation. He turned to Enine, ”I don’t know what the hell you did but this place now has fucking stairs now, and that’s rather an improvement.” This power the summoner had, he didn’t know what it was, but it was a no-brainer now. This proved it, Enine was definitely not human. If this guy could manipulate an entire environment, what else could he do? No wonder the guy was so big-headed. But the old man didn’t really want to worry about the guy’s ability to manipulate the environment right now, what he really needed to worry about was the proctors, and how to deal with them. The other two aside from Twitch he wasn’t too worried about. Some people in the group should be able to deal with them, even though they were way out of his league physically. All they needed to know was some sort of weakness for at least one proctor. The teleporter grimaced there was no way that would be easy. For now he would wait for someone to make the first move. Until then, he wasn’t about to try anything risky…yet.

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Man, oh man, muttered the small boy, pulling on his bladed gloves, We have got to be against some of Lunatic Inc.'s finest. Milan watched wide-eyed at the room's transormation, again muttering, My god, that's really cool. But will it help us or them? Milan shifted closer to Charles and worried his lips, he looked at the much older man and said to him, My Intent and Influence can't help us, we can already tell they want to hurt us and my Influence won't work on such strong willed people. The cat-boy hybrid looked pensive for a moment, and asked, whispering and hoping the proctors wouldn't hear, Charles, how fast can you teleport? And can you do it one after another? Like put one of us behind them, let us attack then teleport us away before the proctor can attack?

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~Charles Price: Arena----Speed the Distance~

”Understandable” Charles muttered to the cat-boy when he stated neither his intent or influence wouldn’t work against the proctors. How the kid could influence others was beyond him, but he’d take the kid’s word for it. ”And the speed of a teleportation depends on where you’re going. In other words, the speed is directly related to the distance from the starting point. The farther the intended destination, the longer the time between teleportations will be. But usually the average time difference would be under one minute, so no need to worry about that bit. As for teleporting one after another, that depends entirely on my knowledge of the environment, which isn’t that great right now since there’s more to keep in mind. I can promise you I will be able to teleport you from here to any point in the open space in front of us, as well as flights of stairs that begin on the ground we’re currently on, but not the hallways or upper levels of elevation. I need to memorize those first, with the fucking changes in geometry and all.” Charles looked up a nearby flight of stairs, ”Although…I could guess, but that would be too risky, would it?” he muttered to himself. He looked back to the cat-boy, ”Just tell me which one of the proctors you have in mind, kid.”

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That Twitch guy, Miulan whispered, grinning slightly, We need to take him out first. I just got a bad feeling about leaving him for last. [color=red]So you teleport me behind him and I'll go. If you're in danger, leave me there and get out of danger, I'm fairly good at dodging. The small boy clenched his fists and the platinum blades slid out, he gave a childish grin at Charles, Ready when you are, Captain.

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{Roy}

If Charles thought Roy was bold before, Roy was about to get bolder with his actions. He treated the issued penalty with a grin rather than a disappointed look. The slots to those weapon were differently empty as Cypher said, but to Roy it seemed like a blessing than a curse. “ Heh, All that information and let you don't fully understand the problem.” He thought as he tried to hold back a laugh. “ Well its not my problem, you can't see why Liger was a genius.”

“ Oh well, its going to be interesting to show why its an advantage than penalty.” Roy pondered as he thought about his situation. He sat up and he grabbed a hold of another bottle of wine . His grin faded and his face went plain again. He patted Charles on the shoulder. It looked like Charles was planning to work with the strange little boy on this one. “ Don't count me out, Charles. I'll give you guys some support, all I ask is that you make whatever you're doing wild. Big and Wild.” He requested of the two.

“They believe 50% is enough and I simply want to knock them off their high horse.” Roy said as he remembered how the strong man of the group, called them maggots. It irked Roy in a special way, not in anger, it merely sparked his desire to screw with people.

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"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit

~Charles Price: Arena----Yer all Nuts~

The small boy wanted to attack the twitchy guy first, Charles was afraid of that. But his logic was good enough. The grim-themed man seemed too dangerous to be left alone. He really didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other way to find out what exactly he could do, before it was too late. He did have some idea of what he can do (the skulls were just screaming out the obvious), but didn’t know if he was correct. And even if he was correct in his inference, that would make the situation a lot more serious. That gave him a reason to be worried. ’Not much of a choice, it’s not I can talk the kid out of it.’ At least the kid was good at dodging (Charles believed this statement, the boy’s part cat after all), he would really need it. But much to his surprise, Roy wanted in too. ’Ah hell…three people? Good fucking thing the physics are so warped here.’ And to make things worse, the young man wanted things wild. He honestly couldn’t understand the young man, he wondered if that was a good thing. ”You two better know what you're doing” he said before he put both hands on Roy and Miulan. ”Oh, and I apologize ahead of time. This may tear at your head a bit.”

With all eyes on Twitch, Charles focused his concentration. He wasn’t just teleporting one big piece of mass, but three. He’d done something like this before, but that was as a kid, and it was an accident (plus there was only one other person involved, not two). Funny thing about accidents, there’s always that chance that they may happen twice. With a large dose of concentration, and a little bit of accuracy, the party of three made their great leap through space. The two “passengers” would (probably) have felt at least of a millisecond of pain tearing at their mind, like they were being processed through some sort of meat-churning machine and rearranged bit by bit on the other side. Charles felt that pain him-self, only more so, because he was the one dragging both masses along with his own, carrying two times the normal load. Words could not describe how much strain that put on him. Though things would most likely be easier the second time around.

And just like that all three teleported right behind Twitch, something that Charles would be so bold as to call a miracle. ’Can’t believe it.’ he thought once his brain caught up to his body, ’It worked, it really fucking worked. It should’ve been impossible but it worked. What the hell? Have to thank the summoner for that later. Wait...no, fuck that.’ Charles instinctively stood to the side so he had a view of both ends of the arena, just in case either book guy or goliath try something. He readied his gun, and noted some of the nearest staircases. That would be a good spot to teleport either way, when things go right, or bad. But what he was really focusing on was how Twitch would react to cat-boy’s (and Roy's) attack.

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Only because of his past experiences was Milan able to keep from screaming in pain, it felt as if his brain was being forcefully turned to mush. He shook his head as he landed and then lunged forward, blades out, aiming for Twitch's kidneys. He stepped on the balls of his feet, ready to turn to any direction if need be. A feral cat-like smile showed his fang-like canines.

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