Jeffery Jones "....." Age: 14 | Height: 5'1" Sentinel Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate; G HP 300 | MP 15 | 1121 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 3 + 1 (DEF) Companion: n/a *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Choco-Charge:* *:Returning:* *:The Chocobo’s Wrath:*
Walking through the street from the gas station to the residential area, it was clear that the slime was starting to smell less and less. They were fresher and fresher; meaning as he was getting close to the battle… the fran’s would be there. As he arrived, he saw that several students had already taken out one. But two were still alive and willing to battle; strangely he was not really in the mood to help. But he took a good look at the outfit; tell him that they were from the same academy. ‘They can handle it on their own, but then again...’ Thought Jeffery before a smile appeared on his face. It was going to be Good fight, this much he knew already.
Charging at the third Fran’s after the attack stopped at it, Jeffery was hoping to push it out of the fight. He personally had not had a good fight in a while, it was time he attacked one of the fran’s with everything he had. He would hopefully grapple it and started to do some real damage to it, he wanted to do this the best he could.
*:Choco-Charge:* Single Target, Combo 3 post CD Costs 25% Current HP Charging forward at a target, knocking any adjacent targets back by 10 feet, 20 if the target was in the way of Jeff's charging advance. Impacting the target and grapples it, proceeding to pummel its face in, he deals 4x(A) for each turn that the enemy is in Jeff's grasp.
Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 9:11 am
Trance Harper
Lord_Titus2012
Rise of a True Phoenix
Nauscica
As per update, you can now see all of their stats. smile
Just shortly after Payton arrived, his team mate shows up with a sour expression, all pointed at the said technic. He took one glance at all present, a minor look to the flan, and didn't seem to care for helping at all. "HEY! What's with you walkin your sorry a** off and disobeying a direct order from your team leader? I ought to beat your a**." He stopped there when he realized that, upon a second look at the group, instructor Seymour was present. Oh, how lovely.
He rest his blade on his shoulder and watches the group from just far enough away so the flan don't take interest to him. But he did take notice of the amount of fighters on Seymour's team. Looked like far too many to be honest. His eyes settled on Tenaj and smirked. "There you are." He grumbled at her. "Took you long enough! Instructor Lambard had to send you with another group cause you're so slow. We've been waiting for you to show up for an hour. Or somethin."
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Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 1:02 am
Instructor Seymour Alistair
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1865 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
The Instructor gave a nod to Payton, greatful for his arrival and stylish takedown. His mood perked up a little bit, that was until his eyes set upon the one student he wished ill of. Seifar Almasy and Seymour Alistair always had it out for one another since day one. Neither liked one another, and for good reason. Seifar is very immature, as he constantly prooves. And what was most irritating was his voice. A glance was sent to Tenaj and he grumbled under his breath. The idiot spoke like he wasn't the one who opted that his team left her behind due to her tardiness, and that it was totally her fault for not being there when he was ready to go. Seymour thought long and hard about enacting punishment upon the young man, but he may just lose his liscense for that kind of humiliating punishment he thought up.
Instead he took his frustrations on these gelatinous vermin. With no real effort, the instructor sent a Pulsefire from his Omni-tool at Flan 3, confident that little blast would finish it off. Shortly after that he would use his Kinetic boots on his Omni-tool to jump onto Flan 2, slamming down from above with an auto attack, then straight into Brim Hazzard, after which he placed his foot through the things head and caused the second booster from Kinetic Boots. And with that last action he is flown into the air, flipping to stick a perfect landing a little away from the group.
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Hp 122/150 Mp 4/15
*Angel's Wings, cast by Tenaj Defense increased by 2, granted immunity to poison, blind/darkness, and paralysis for 2 more turns. Defense: 4(+1) + 2* =7
Omni-Tool: ::--K.A.T (Kinetic Activity Transfer) Boots COSTS 0 MP Utility, changes tool to purple color Passive - Anti-Gravity Gives the ability to land softly, attach feet securely to vertical and upside down surfaces. If attached to a surface, user cannot move without deactivating function. Active - Super Jump 1 turn CD Allows the technic to 'super jump' twice in a row. If jumping off an enemy you deal 2x(A) additional damage. Technic can spend a super jump to cause knock back effect
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1209 Gil | HP 200 | MP 24 Weapon: Staff (3); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
'Crazy kid...' The magic user huffed after a glint of black haired sped from the corner of her eye and the line of vision followed the youth towards one of the weakened flan. Tenaj didn't hold an opinion of the random swordsman's flash and style which for his benefit should be his saving grace. Before any throwback actions can be unleashed, the young woman's attention was drawn to the choppy haired blond who deserved no other name except: Pig.
Seifer was one of her least favorite people. To be on his squad was a death sentence. Looking at him made her think making out with slime might be the best way to go. She was displeased by this sadistic line-up with impatient asses. She would have to have a chat with Ms. Lambard later.
"Then I must fit in perfectly with your squad. 'Birds of a feather, flock together'." She exhaled a sigh of exasperation and rolled her eyes, graciously falling back in order to free herself from hearing any more of the immature chauvinist's mouth.
((Doing Senna after this...))
Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 3:20 pm
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1497 Gil | HP 104 | MP 5 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
Senna's countenanced changed to one of relaxation after Instructor Alistair administered the killing blows to both remaining flan. The young cadet released a light exhale as the adrenaline from combat drifted from her system. To think she narrowly lost her life at the beginning of the battle with being the sole person fighting. She should use her head instead of her heart next time. Glancing back at Tenaj and the brutish swordsman reprimanding her, Senna's eyes widened at the retract in thoughts.
"Instructor Alistair, can we search for the man's little girl, please?"
'Wherever the man might be...' She internally added, finding no glimpse of the man who stopped her when she entered the town's residential district. She hoped they wouldn't be too late.
Jeffery Jones "....." Age: 14 | Height: 5'1" Sentinel Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate; G HP 300 | MP 15 | 1133 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 3 + 1 (DEF) Companion: n/a *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Choco-Charge:* *:Returning:* *:The Chocobo’s Wrath:*
With the battle finally over and the academy victories, Jeff swings his hands around to get rid of some of the slime. With the process done for, He was going to be on his way back to the gas station. Taking one last look around and seeing that no one noticed him at all, Jeff disappeared into an alley way and silently moved away. ‘They did good for a battle, shame I missed most of it.’ Thought Jeff, The small teenager was deep in thought as he looked for a way back. Finally finding a clear pathway back, Jeff nodded and made a break for it. It was clear he was no longer needed here, there were plenty of people to look after one another.
[[Exit]]
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Phantasm Pistol-whipped Painter's Peculation Peaceful Means
Rory did not make a particular effort to mask his disapproval of the new cadet's comment regarding his mana management and cut his eyes at him coolly before plastering a mask of disingenuous serenity across his face and forcing a smile in thanks for the assisting support spell. While he certainly didn't like to think that he relied on the stuff too much, he always did feel a little better the closer his mana counter was to full - just something about the way the magical energy moved in delicate tandem with his life energy - an unfortunately easily disturbed balance.
You'd think I'd remember someone this cocky... well, maybe... The tall boy considered with a smirk. He did have a slight tendency to conveniently forget people that irritated him. Not out of any disrespect... actually, that was exactly what it was. Anyone with that kind of attitude simply did not merit too much space in his thoughts. Although it wasn't shortly after these thoughts about the newcomer crossed his mind that suddenly SeeD candidates began coming out of the seams like mayflies. Rory, realizing this battle was effectively won at this point, spun his Beretta and holstered it, crossing his arms and taking a hip to observe and study all the new faces.
Nuisance... at least valuable in a fight; short little monkey child... at least he's wearing a uniform... seems reasonably capable if a little lacking in desirables like excellent hygiene; scarface... bark worse than bite... probably more annoying than he's worth. Rory summarized for himself. Of course, those were just his first impressions of these relatively new faces. He did not miss the quip regarding Instructor Lambard and quietly kept his ears tuned for any additional information in regards to the devilishly attractive woman's whereabouts and the probability of her joining them.
The positive anticipation made him forget that he had thoroughly intended to berate his teammate, Cadet Lloyd, for her unnecessarily risky behavior. While to a degree it wasn't his place and he knew that, since they did have an instructor to give them such feedback and criticism. But as cavalier as Rory had a tendency to be he did not appreciate anyone going out of their way to endanger him by endangering themselves. They had been remarkably lucky to have all this help from other squad members before they got taken out by your basic Flan.
He was also distracted by the sudden covert exit by one of the newcomers, who had casually dipped down an alley like a slinking fox and run off. That is more than a little unusual.
Translations: N/A Non-uniform Attire: rorys bling Out Of Cartridges:
Tenaj, Rory, Senna has been awarded 2 stat points. 3 has been awarded to Seymour. 1 stat point has been awarded to Peyton and Jeffery, since they just arrived. 300Gil has been awarded to everyone.
The man had hid behind a pottery plant during the fight, of which now seemed there was no need to so he stood up. "Wow..." He called in exalted surprise. "You Garden kids are pretty strong!" Walking over to the group. "It was such a surprise, we were all doing our daily routine when Flan started spilling out of the train station! And Cheryl... My little girl... Please, there's nothing I can offer you but, if you would find my daughter I would be much appreciative. I don't know where she could have gone... unless... She used to wait at the train station for when her mother returned. Her mother.. passed away. I thought she would stop going there. But would you check for me, please, I would be so grateful."
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:37 pm
Trance Harper
Lord_Titus2012
Rise of a True Phoenix
Nauscica
Peyton Deuil Wright "Unwavering should be your conviction. Forge it with courage, temper it with retribution, and it will create a blade firmer than any steel." Age: 16 | Height: 5'6" Technic Galbadia Garden SeeD Candidate; G 1060 Gil | HP 200 | MP 15 Weapon: Katana (4) +1DEF Companion: N/A *:Omni-Tool:* *:Ancient Way:* *:Meridian:* *biggriniable Manière:*
Peyton takes off his sunglasses as he watched the blond man with the Claymour take out the rest of the flan. "Impressive. As expected of an instructor." And the arrival of the boy who left shortly after helping. A brow raised at this strange occurrence. Perhaps the boy wasn't for social interactions... Peyton would have to agree if that was the case. After giving the gunner boy some mana he took a step back, the voice of his Squad leader earning a quiet sigh. "Disobeying? If I recall, you had mentioned you no longer wished to stand secure at the hotel. I propagated ourselves a replacement for our post upon this request, and sent them to relieve you." He speaks in a calm manner that wasn't at all condescending or really have any inflection at all to what he was thinking. It was nearly drone like the way he was speaking to Seifer. "I was on my way to acquire some allies if we are to make our way into the station again. So we wouldn't have a repeat episode of you and Trepe's squad being nearly swept up by a river of Flan." With this he cleared his throat. "If that is disobeying orders, then I'll welcome the punishment when this is over." He looked to Tenaj, "You are Tenaj? I hope you are skilled in some destruction magic..." His tone was curt, and his jaw rigid. It wasn't that he hated the girl, but he did have a dislike for most magi. But there was a line between what you don't like, and what you are expected to deal with, and Peyton understood that.
He looked to Rory then, giving a short bow to him. "Forgive my curt words, it is easy to forget manners in the heat of battle." Heat? He only just jumped in, but he seemed sincere in his apology nonetheless. "You are Rorschach Hatake, correct? Peyton Deuil Wright. Don't be too surprised I know of you, my sister often speaks about gunners she views as competition. It is a pleasure."
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1797 Gil | HP 104 | MP 5 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
Relief crossed over Senna's face as the man crept from his hiding place. She didn't have to think the worst about her foolhardiness and the girl wouldn't be orphaned by the odd rampage of flan leaking from an unknown source. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if an inhabitant of her hometown wouldn't be able to cross paths with her in this life. She was more than proud to take on finding the man's daughter and responded with such eagerness.
"I won't leave a stone unturned until your daughter is found. I promise." As Senna expressed sincerity, she listened on in the background for conversation sounding like Tenaj would be departing with the masculine arrivals soon. She thanked the heavens she didn't have to be in her place where the men in her company were the kind of guys to sarcastically attack her. Her self-esteem wouldn't be able to suffice in the environment. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the petite magic user and a tiny shred of vindictiveness knowing the teal-haired woman's focus appeared to be healing and support arts.
((Writer's block.))
Nauscica
Eljhas
Trance Harper
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 1:07 pm
Neva Roen Tenaj
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1509 Gil | HP 200 | MP 24 Weapon: Staff (3); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Were all magi lumped together as destructive magic users? The curly haired maiden rolled her eyes after the swordsman, Peyton, regarded the male gunner. Whether any of the men noticed her lithe form nearing a corner to take them deeper into town or not, the young woman didn't care. She was in a squad crammed with mighty egos and intuition had no promise for the fourth member of their team. The faster this ended, the faster she can recover and study for the SeeD exams. "Can we be off? We dallied for too long." Her voice called back boldly, sounding distant to the men's current location. She waited with her arms folded under her chest, holding her staff in the crook of her arm. She would give them twenty seconds to exit. In her head, she counted down.
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1865 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
Once the flan were dead he swung his sword once to get the goo off. He turned to look at his enturage of SeeD cadets with a strict disapproving glare. He did see the small boy run off as quickly as he came, but Seymour would address that later, there were more important matters to deal with at this very moment. "Attention Cadets!" He spoke loud with a booming and demanding tone, one he didn't use often, demanding their full attention. "Compliments and consequences will be left for after the mission. We have more important issues to address. Where did these flan rise up from and why? That's what we must find out. Only two of you are coming, the rest are attending to the victims. That's an order. Keep in mind you are Candidates in the SeeD test, if deemed unfit you will not participate, so instead of ignoring the order I suggest you follow it." That last part was painfully obvious who it was intended for, with the instructors head turning to face Seifer.
"I will be taking Rory and Wright with me. Tenaj, your healing abilities will be greatly needed for residence that failed to find safety before the outbreak! Which means you best come back here!" He shout to her, and expected her to heed his order with utmost urgency. "Lloyd and Almasy will be your protectors. You all have your orders." He walked over and grabbed the father who caused this mess, pulling the man over to the group. "Get this man to safety as well. There was screaming in one of the houses, find out why. We will check the station for the mans daughter." He gave the man a shove towards Seifer, and when the man tried to protest he put his hand over the man's mouth. "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" His voice rose with a strong commanding pressence. It was enough for the man to shut up, and with that the instructor began walking towards the train station, ignoring any more protests on the matter.
