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Oh right. Little Cass was supposed to be a BIG BRAVE BISHIE MAN. Even though 'she' was more like a scrawny wannabe Mafioso in a skirt... Mafioso in a skirt that was going to be a - .


Cass stared at the piece of paper. Then at Mark. Then at the paper, then at Mark again. "Really?" 'she' asked, flashing the piece of paper that clearly had ALLAN-TAICHOU written on it, before half-sighing - almost dreamily. Oh that Motorcycle. Memories. Including Allan dressed as- okay. Maybe it was time to stop remembering Allan as a woman.

Maybe it was actually easier to be Allan than any of the other divisions, however, as Cass moved to the base of the ladder, looked up... and totally spaced how to be Allan for a second. It shouldn't have been hard, really. I mean, what did Allan do besides...

Well, his own stunts, but Cass was pretty sure 'she' couldn't cut a table in half with Nicodemus (I think I could cut a table in half... Nicodemus assured her), but still. "DO NOT DOUBT ME, CAELIUS-CHAN." Oh god, 'she' was dying for that one. Maybe he wouldn't know it was her if he found out about it later. Still, 'she' continued to climb, pausing only once when 'her' hand slipped and 'she' nearly took a several meter tumble to 'her' death, which was probably even better for the dramatics when 'she' got both hands back on the bars and continued to scale the ladder. "BELIEVE..IN YOUR KOKORO...THAT I WILL SAVE YOU." 'She' made sure to say 'Kokoro' very dramatically as 'she' climbed, taking 'her' time with each rung as through 'she' was climbing a rock face.

"Because...

We..

Are..." Cass dramatically pulled herself up onto the top of the diving board, 'she' did a dramatic roll to the edge of said diving board before she stood up, pulling sunglasses out of 'her' hilariously oversized hair and putting them on -

"NAKKAAAMMAAAAA-AHHHH!!!!!"

'She'd' lost her footing on the edge of the board, tumbling off of it and just..doing a lot of rolling in the air - almost comically, actually - as 'she' fell and -

Oooohhh....

'She' landed flat on 'her' back with a loud SLAP! against the water, and slowly sank into the pool, flailing 'her' arms around kind of like a retarded octopus. Cass sunk for about a minute before 'she' finally resurfaced at the edge of the pool, almost dramatically jumping out and sweeping 'her' hair back.

Then 'she' looked off into the distance across the pool. "CAELIUS-CHAN. I WILL COME FOR YOU. I BELIEVE IN YOU WHO BELIEVES IN ME." Because a Gurren Lagann reference felt needed, somehow.

"You should go first mark." Leon decided to speak up, looking at the man with the tacky ideas. "Show us how its done." how Mark was going to CG it without turning the whole diving apparatus green was beyond his knowledge.

All that the boxer knew was that he was going to have to ham it up in order to win. Last time there was a clothing malfunction that decided to ruin it, but he still got the traditional 15 seconds of fame, even if it was in the mind of some sick perverted horseman and her tv show. There was also the fact that he had his part in the calendar of deus as a trainee. Definite confidence booster, the boxer puffed up his current frailer chest. It was weird to not have the usual amount of muscle mass, but the definition stayed. Either, way, his body was still his body, and he would show them all. "Ok, time to do this."

The drawing went bad, the little slip that said to ask as a mist hunter, why he couldn't just act as a life trainee made no sense, it would have been more natural, but its what that sociopath mark wanted. "How the hell do I act like a mist?" he grumbled to himself, watching as Cass decided to act like Allan. All he knew was that they had to be able to do everything, and if anything, he noticed they were eager to show off their skills.

It was all he had to go on. The pants were off in a flash of sparkles and a glow of green where new skin was revealed, the life trainee and his boxer briefs while we went about the process of putting on the pair of cargo shorts he brought. Was there a point in being shy about it, they all had the same equipment at the moment and there it was a pair of boxer briefs. Half a minute later, the wardrobe was set and the grumpy hunter was climbing up the rungs of the ladder, two at a time.

the feet were not used, the image of fighting off enemies with the two limbs that were free was all he could think about as he continued to lunge up with his forearms. He didn't care how fit everyone looked, it didn't mean they had the same training he had. To interact with an imaginary person, who's lines he had no clue of other than marks falsetto of "Save me obi wan" did not leave much for him to go on as he stared into the distance.

"come with me if you want to live!" the words were instant, and it made him grimace internally as he tried to rush the civilian female in need, and slipped on the board. Quick thinking, to fall at this height in such a manner would result in bad injuries and messing up something horrible. the slip turned into something more graceful, the spins in midair and limbs moving in a pattern even he was shocked with.



How he managed to pretend to grab the victim as he flipped off the board was by lady luck. He only hoped that mark imagined the diving board exploding behind them as he screamed through the dive, slipping into the water with a splash and surfaced after a bit of time. " I wonder if i can add stuntman to my deus resume now?"

fireman, stripper, boxer, medic and hopefully movie star.

((Mist member/ climbing adept/ somersault master/ 8.7 dive))

Rep was finally jarred out of his complete distraction by Mark yelling over his megaphone, the sparkles and flowers vanishing in a puff of air as if they hadn't really been there in the first place. Had they, he wondered? Regardless, this at least boded well, after all, most of his time on the island was spent dangerously cliff diving into the ocean, he knew diving in and out.

Acting though was a whole other matter.

He moved hesitantly in line to draw his division, hoping for anything other than mist. If he got Mist he was going to have to act like a woman, because as far as he was concerned, that was what mists all did. He wasn't keen on it. He unfolded the paper anxiously, naturally expecting the worst and could only heave a sigh of relief as it turned out Sun. He wouldn't have to act too hard, being a sun, like being an a*****e, simply came naturally.

Division arranged, he took a quick detour to the dorms while people queued up, stopping off to pick up the speedos he normally kept for swimming. When he returned it was more dressed for the part. He was still entirely weirded out by this shape's sleek, lean muscled physique and complete lack of body hair. It felt strange and unnatural, too used to the broad sturdiness of his shoulders and the ability to feel the breeze in nuanced ways across his skin.



At least he might not sunburn for once.

Waiting and watching the others ahead of him, he cringed at Cass's Allan impression, if only because he had very strong feelings about how amazing Allan was. It was like watching someone make a slapstick routine out of your favourite superhero. People just didn't understand. They would never understand the true genius of the sun lead.

When it was his turn to dive he stepped up to the board and took the first step up the ladder. His nerves were jangling, playing out over and over all the horrific ways this could go wrong in front of half of Deus. It was one thing to make a complete t**t of yourself normally, it was another to do it in front of an audience of entirely men - ultra emasculation. His climb was slow and anxious but he didn't forget to at least try to play his part. "I'll save you from that ******** war clan orgy! For the ******** glory of sun division! Nakama forever!" He didn't even crack a smile at the nakama battle cry. Sun was serious business.

Stepping up onto the board, he threw back his head and howled, because when you were patriotic enough to your division, some things just made sense. Awooowoooo.

In an instant of dazed confusion, some instinct suggested this show of heroism was how he won back the favour of Ace-chan.

so help me William, I will make you relive things you never want to.>

He conceded, focusing on the task at hand. "I'll save you! And write a ******** dazzling mission report after too ok!" he pointed a hand heavenward, striking a pose, the sparkles returning in the shimmering sunlight, his hair blowing dramatically in the sudden breeze and his muscles glistening. He tried not to think too hard about the aforementioned bikinis in case he freaked out at the idea of saving the invisible woman. He substituted his own princess in her place.

Steely muscles coiling, he leapt forward in a fluid motion, flipping into an easy somersault. then another, and final one. In his head he was Bond, dodging a barrage of gunfire on top of a train, saving the day. But too late! He reached out to save the imagined figure just as imaginary bullets riddled him, he cried out dramatically staggering - while subtly judging his dive - "Every sun goes ******** SUPERNOVA!" he yelled, having an absolute blast, before springing off the end, going from being a cocky b*****d to flat out showing off as he did a very fancy flip in mid air before unfolding with a flourish and cutting into the water like a razorblade.

He was laughing giddily as he swam to the edge and hauled himself out. Mostly with nerves. It wasn't often he managed not to ******** up royally.

(( 4/2/3/5
Sun Division / Anxious Climb / Three Flips / Awesome Dive))

[ Moon division, terrified, three flips, ouch ]

Ofelia the Moon (?) hunter was pretty pleased with her lot that she drew and the basic understanding of the rules, looking around at the water and everyone else. Heights didn't bother her as far as she could recall since heights were just up high and it's not like she had to jump or anything.

And then people were jumping from the ladder top into the water below and two wonderful thoughts occurred to Ofelia before it was her turn.

1. Falling is hard
2. You can't swim

A third thought decided to pop in there last minute as a wonderful reminder.

3. I bet your manly screaming voice sounds pretty cool too so maybe it's going to be okay

She would have been content to just think about that but suddenly it was her turn and she needed to climb up the ladder. Getting up the ladder wouldn't be so hard since it was climbing and Ofelia liked to climb and so she placed a hand on the rail and started.

Lines needed to be spoken, right? It was time to lay on the ham and cheese, whatever that meant. "Ah'm comin' fer ya baby! Yer gonna find yer sanctuary in mah arms!" She tried to think of the lamest line she could say and when it came from her mouth it actually...sounded amazing. "When Ah get ya Ah'mma show ya how ta ice yer cake properly!" That too sounded amazing in her husky man-tenor voice and so Ofelia was content with shouting out random words for the time being until she reached the top.

There was supposed to be some kind of scene up there with Ofelia acting like a moon hunter and rescuing a lady in a bikini? She tried to think of a woman in a bikini, or anyone, and it ended up being a stream combined image of every girl she new shoved into one body with the voice of every guy she knew. The end result was not sexy, it was overly terrifying, and coupled with the now very clear sight of sparkling water beneath the diving board platform the redhead was frozen in place. Her muscles twitched with the sudden fear of it all, sparkles shooting off like they were programmed to respond to the slightest provocation, and so Ofelia looked like a twitching firework as she stumbled about and over what to do next.

Oh yeah, she needed to shout something out about saving the girl and then get shot and fall? Falling was going to be the hard part since she was up so high but Ofelia went with it anyway. "Hey ya flippin' walkin' bottle'a glue! Gimmie back mah babe so Ah can protect her wit' mah sense of self-importance an' overabundance of ego!" She might have been quoting what she knew about most moon hunters from memory on that one though she decided to change it up too. "Ah got lots'a boyfriends already an' a wife an' stuff too but Ah guess Ah'll protect ya but only ya 'cause Ah end up playin' favorites anyway since that's how everyone is!" She was basically vomiting up her words out of sheer terror, the usually tanned color of her skin growing paler and paler with each moment she stood on the diving board. Her body was still sparkling and crackling like an amazing firework and so it was time to be shot.

Grasping her well-sculpted pec she stumbled backwards to one knee at first, like it was a tragic shot. A hand looked down at the 'injury' and considering how often Ofelia was hurt she could mime the facial expressions without too much difficulty. A look of pain crossed her features and she got back up and moved backward to the "cliff" edge, ready to jump off. As her foot cleared the end of it and was graced with the gift of being on nothing but air a wonderful thought joined her mind. It apparently had been waiting for her to remember but decided to give her a hand at the last minute.

"HOLY MOTHER OF DEUS AH FORGOT AH DUNNO HOW TA SWIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM -" That was Ofelia's amazing "diving battle cry" as she launched herself backward from the platform, originally hoping that maybe the adrenaline from the situation would plow her through and she wouldn't even notice the fall and landing in an object full of stuff that could very easily spell out her death. "TELL MAH BOSS THAT THE COOKIES ARE OKAY TA EAT FER AT LEAST ANOTHER WEEEEEEEEEK AN-"

A glorious somersault somehow happened during the fall since the redhead was most likely trying to find a way to magically fly back up to the platform and not plummet to a possible end at the hands of some sparkling water.

The impact was an amazing belly flop that sent up a cannonball sized wave of water.

Ofelia stayed floating in the water for a moment, stunned from the impact. She might also have been drowning but it was hard to tell with how hard she was flailing herself over to the edge of the pool. A hand grabbed the ladder as a mouth coughed up more than anyone's fair share of pool water. A drowned rat is what she looked like, what she felt like, and she managed to get out and drop down onto the ground.

Let her die in peace.

[ gonna edit <3 uno momento

sun hunter (MADS RLY) / moderately afraid / somersaults U DUMB s**t / u tried ]


Madeline almost felt like she'd drawn the short straw in the lot when she was told to play a Sun Hunter saving some girl in a bikini. After all, what fun in there was playing what she already was? She'd almost hoped for Life, if only to make fun of Ami just a little. But there was no real time to contemplate any sort of filing of a personal complaint - before she knew it, she was being ushered over to the ladder for her own audition, and when she actually looked at it, she realized exactly what she'd gotten herself into.

Bishounen hell.

Madeline had never been afraid of heights, and she'd been on her own High School's swim team for a month or two. No, she wasn't at all afraid of climbing the 50-foot ascent into hell. She was more concerned with the idea of the result of two things of mass colliding from a long drop off a tiny diving board - for instance, her and the concrete pavement far below. For a few seconds, she imagined all of the horrific scenery that could grace this place in just a little while if any of them made one single slip on the way up. The janitors at this place would be scrubbing the floor for weeks.

"For ******** sake - " She snapped suddenly, viciously, "I'm a goddamned Sun Hunter, and I'm hot as ********. There is no way this ladder is going to get in my way."

Whipping her arm dramatically to the side, Madeline flipped her hair back and showered a few sparkles on the concrete before grabbing the first rung of the ladder. "No matter the height, I will fight my way to the top to save you!" She shouted theatrically, and began to climb. In slow motion.

Like a pro.

But after a few minutes of shouting out things like, "Do not fear, I am on my way, because we're nakama," and "my kokoro knows no limits when it comes to the love I feel for you," Madeline began to get bored of... well... theatric climbing and sped it up. She even threw in a few stunts here and there, taking two at a time, leaping dramatically to grab the next bar, and trying not to get herself killed. She even paused at one point to hang onto the ladder with only one arm, swinging her other out to the dreary backdrop and sparkling to the audience like the pro bishounen she was.

She had nothing to say. She didn't have to say anything. Her hair whipped around in the breeze, long and flowing and lovely, and she put on her most overly dramatic determined, fearless face. And then she started climbing again.

And when Madeline finally, finally got to the top, she struck a pose and was suddenly overwhelmed with the dawning realization that she - she had no idea what to do.

So of course, the only viable option was to turn to anime for guidance.

Dredging up the last anime she'd bothered to watch (Allan-senpai's mere presence in Deus might or might not have been affecting her at this point), Madeline jutted her hips, flipped her hair back, and yelled, "ARE YOU READY?"

She then began to pull off a flawless imitation of Magi Love 1000%.



Right up until she got the the end of the board, tripped, and went flailing off of the end, still screaming the lyrics to the song.

There was a deafening splash as Madeline managed to flip herself into a semi Jack Sparrow impersonation dive.

End audition.

Thank god no one had to see that - oh wait.