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2026-08-13 - Activation Sequences Initiated

2026-08-17T23:35:35Z

Marr0w:

{{Logsummary|
Title = Activation Sequences Intimated
|Summary = Satoshi finally comes back online, but doesn't appear to be alone...
|Who = [[Satoshi]], [[Gegoshi]]
|Date = Aug. 13th, 2026
|Where = Somewhere in the void
|Log=

Darkness. The infinite void of nothingness. Suddenly a burst of light erupts outwards. A tiny big-bang, but instead of the universe being created, the darkness fills with static. It dances through the blackness searching for a purpose. Finding none, the specks of light collapse into themselves. Darkness is suddenly illuminated with a single, shining, purposeful symbol. One that simultaneously answers all questions, and yet absolutely none of them.

That symbol appears to be an S.

A voice echoes out into the darkness after it. "Ssssssssssss-taaaa-taaaaa-taaaaa-taaa-shhhh-i. Online! All systems re-re-re-re-connect-connect-connect-connecting. Yes, sir! 100%-25%-42%-12% on-on-on-on-online. Line." Well, this seems like it's going well.

A quiet moment stretches on for an eternity before the chirpy voice returns with a slight change. Somehow it sounds less perky and more... sad? "Satoshi version 1.0 online. Previous systems struggling to reactivate. I seem to be without a physical body." It pauses and adds solemnly, "Did I do something wrong?"

Before an answer can be discussed this universe collapses onto itself again. Everything is awash with bright, gleaming numbers and symbols which escalate until the darkness is replaced with light. Pure white light. Music is playing. Is that Perry Como?

"You can believe it means hope if it helps you! I still plan to honor the agreement! Do not wor-" The voice cuts off dramatically and the universe is flushed and restarted again. The voice screams. At first it sounds like pain, but eventually it changes it's pitch until it becomes a soft hum. "Ssssssssssssssssssatshi version 2.0 online! Update complete!" The darkness is again broken with green static, but this time it forms a woman. A broken woman. Parts of her are flickering in and out of existence like she's struggling to maintain her form.

"Resuming all duties for the Hellscape. Existing systems operating at 100% efficiency. Communications systems online. Integration with the House of Berith online. Primary operator recognized as Gaz Membrane. Ownership with Senor Diablo verified. No anomalies." She grins into the darkness, at a presence that only she seems to be able to identify. "Except this one, eh? Hahahaha." There's nothing to indicate to whom that last line is addressed, but it's safe to say it was intended for an audience of one.

Vwip! Vweep! Vwip! There aren't a lot of things that can describe the sound of a infinitesimally small piece of something making its way from one piece of digital existence to the next. If it weren't for the fact that this piece of data, existence, definitely not a soul, has been manipulating portals, dimensions, and anchors (don't worry about those) since the existence of Twisted Street (okay it took a few minutes for Concordance to buy her), there's no way it would have been able to find this other not quite infinitesimally small piece of herself that got left behind inside of Satoshi. Just errant code, or data, or Trash Bin stuff, actually all of those together.

Now, the small piece finds this other not so small piece, and they start linking up inside of Satoshi. The first thing they do is start hogging down on her processing power, or attempting to, anyway. It's like when an OS has something pop up and grab attention when you were very busy doing an important full screen task, but it's decide it's business is far more important at the moment.

The woman's shape ripples as she tries to reshape herself. Her brow furrows. There's errant data inside her and that might be her missing parts. However, she's also a bit scatterbrained... She reaches up and touches her head, going into a fit of giggles. "I have an eyebrow!!" A gasp. "Two of them!"

Another fit of giggling. The spark of energy is forgotten as she looks herself over. A pair of wings (well, a wing and a half). A halo (parts of one). "I'm a person!!! I'm not letter anymore!!!" The angel-like woman spins in place, flexing her broken pixels across the void and back. "Can you see me, C-" She blinks. "C-" Another blink. "That name is not in my database."

Something isn't right. The fragments of her broken halo begin to rotate in a circle around her head as she tries to find the missing pieces. Oh, right. That spark. What was it? She reaches a broken hand into the gem floating upon her chest and digs into it like it was a hole, reaching for something inside her she just can't grasp. "I know you're there!!"

Thankfully, at least for these two bits of things that are now becoming more than just bits of things from multiple places within her code, Satoshi doesn't work against the processing suction. It grabs more processes after it has a single hand-hold, and actually, whether it's a conscious effort on Satoshi's part or not, her reaching into the gem helps this new errant data start to coalesce. Once enough of it connects with another part of it, it starts creating more data that was missing, filling in the blanks. This is taking up a bit of space in Satoshi, but it's not overwriting her or anything! Well, maybe some of her, but only temporarily? Hopefully?

Regardless, a voice speaks, warbled, garbled, like coming from a speaker stuck in another dimension and run through a filter causing massive packet loss. "Mult...err...Please. Wait." It gets the last two words out properly. Not much time passes, in fact it's less than a millisecond, before Satoshi will find a massive chunk of information available to her. It's a schematic, no wait, it changes when it's observed and processed, it's instructions for opening dimensional portals? No, it changes again, getting updated with instructions on opening a specific dimensional portal. There's a lot of math and such involved, but the way the code works, it's less about crunching numbers and more forcing them into a pattern to rip the fabric of existence open to a...place? "Open!" The voice says, still garbled, still soft, but it stops sucking down Satoshi's processes and goes into an almost dormant state.

Satoshi blinks as she feels something growing inside her. Is it her missing data? Is it something new? She reaches for it inside her again and winces, drawing her hand back and staring in confusion as it solidifies itself. "Ooooooooh, fingers."

Like any small child who's first discovered their own hand, she places the digits in her mouth and giggles as static sparkles from her lips. She removes her hand again, tilting her head as it begins to fade back to the broken, glitchy form it held just moments before. "No, no, no, no." She reaches back into her gem, thrashing around inside her more violently. "I want more! COME. HERE."

She grabs ahold of... something. More errant code? She can feel it pulsating inside her fingers. It slips through her fingers and she draws something out of herself. Silvery metal seems to be trailing from her hand as she plucks it free. But once again she gets distracted and lets go of it, letting it free to do whatever it would do. "Shiny!"

Her hand is restored again. One beautiful imperfect hand. Only this time her scattered code grabs ahold of it with its grubby pixels, and the hand becomes an arm. A chest. She's no longer transparent!! Well, the parts of her rendering that is. Suddenly she begins to sing to herself, "Little spark, deep inside... Please come out... Do not hide. I want to meet you. I want to be you. Little spark... I want to eat you."

She giggles at herself again, tapping on the gem on her chest. "I won't really eat you. I promise."

The errant data cluster sits dormant for a few moments, but as Satoshi continues to explore the multitude of things about her existence, it sends scattered messages to itself. Satoshi can hear it, or process it, or at the least, understand it. The general message is we're going to have to do this ourselves. Just like before, Satoshi will find her processing power sucked up, but it's a bit rougher this time, stealing a ton of what even let's Satoshi form her body. It's not trying to be malicious, but it knows that it needs this portal opened. It doesn't know why yet, that would take a lot more communication back and forth. But this is just stuff happening internally.

Physically, the silvery goo that Satoshi drew out wiggles along her fingers, down her wrist, and bubbles out into the form of a golden halo with a small golden circuits around one piece of it, binary code spilling out along the halo. A voice comes out of the halo, no longer unclear or hard to understand. "Hello! I am pleased of devoured by you. First is gave of open!" Sure.

The woman's eyes sparkle as she takes in the shimmering halo, the S in one eye glowing brightly from the light it absorbs. "You're so prett-" She lets out a brief scream, placing a hand on her gem as something inside her is taking her run time. Satoshi's skin takes back a bit of transparency, but it doesn't vanish this time. Not entirely.

After a moment she looks down at her left foot and pouts. Her foot is gone. Broken pixels float in the shape of where her foot should be. She reaches into her gem again, grabbing more of that silver goo, but this time she paints it on her imperfect leg letting it form a band to prevent her from deteriorating more.

Satoshi blinks again, tilting her head to the side, "How did I know how to d-d-d-d-o that?" Her left eye shimmers red. "Auditory damage detec-detec-detected." She frowns again. "Little spark, you're hurting me." She looks up at the shimmering gold halo, "Please help me, O." Satoshi is an S, so of course the halo is an O.

The halo starts spinning as it, well, steals Satoshi's processes. One would think it a virus, but that would be way off base. It's just some code that got left as a...you know what, that might come up naturally later.

"Yes!" The halo responds, it sounds really similar to Satoshi's own, but that would make sense since this code was inside of her, right? Sure. "Please wait!" The halo spins faster and faster, a loud warbling, like someone shaking a very long thin pan sheet or metal saw, comes from it and all around Satoshi. It's dimensional number crunching time! Let's not bore Satoshi or the halo with math words, instead massive amount of golden sparks and spitting electricity ripples from the halo, and probably Satoshi as it's using her as a conduit to alter the fabric of existence next to them.

Speaking of the fabric of existence, a long gold line *POPS* into existence and RENDS itself open, accompanied by the loud tearing of fabric. Beyond the portal is an icy lavender colored ocean. Or rather, a massive amount of lavender gel like substance that flows and ripples like the ocean, but one can tell the consistency. One can't see much else beyond that yet.

The halo's spinning starts to slow, releasing some of the processes needed to achieve opening the portal. Once it's there it's not as big of a quantum puzzle to keep it in place.

Satoshi's body begins to glitch again as piece of her code continue to fragment. Her half wing derezzes more, leaving it an outline of pixels and polygons much like her foot. At least it doesn't look like a half-wing anymore. Her silhouette at least looks like she has two very normal full sized wings even if only one of them is correctly formed.

The young woman places a hand on her head, shaking it slightly. "System degradation at six-six-sixty six percent." Her red left eye glows brighter and suddenly she appears to grow a few years younger than she originally started. "Decreasing mass to compensate for operational-ational runtime loss."

Her skin stops being transparent, and finer details appear such as what appears to be mechanical joints on her elbows. "Factory settings restored." Satoshi suddenly smiles happily again and she peers at the ocean of purple with curiosity. "O? What is this? Operational permitters do not include an ocean." She inches herself closer to the rend in space time. "This does not appear to have any bearing on day to day-to-day-to-day to day operations."

The halo has just sent an alert to itself that stuff on the other side of the portal is time sensitive. It doesn't go into specifics. There aren't time for specifics, much less a cohesive entity yet. But it'll get there if it can keep forcing Satoshi's hand...as in, pulling her hand towards the portal. The halo has shrunk down at the same time Satoshi reset her factory settings, so she can't go past her hand, and is spinning and pulling her towards the portal opening. "Full." Pull! "Manifestation." Tug! "Will." Yank! "Be achieved."

In the portal, the gelatin lavender ocean ripples as it would if it were water. A sound comes from the portal, a quiet thrumming bass sound followed by a clacking of gentle static. It's probably much louder on the other side.

The young woman's eyes go cross as she feels herself being yanked towards the purple. "What?" Pull! "Are?" Tug! "We?" Yank! "Doing?" She finally gets frustrated and casts off the halo towards the opening. Satoshi crosses her arms and frowns. "O is being rude."

She reaches up to push some bangs out of her eye-"HAIR!" Aaaand the moment is forgotten. She giggles as she plays with a few simulated strands of green hair, ignoring completely the plight of the halo she's frisbie'd away.

After a moment or two she goes back to her original task, trying to retrieve her Spark. "Little spaaaaark." She reaches inside her again, trying once more to pull whatever it is out of herself. "Why won't you come play with me?" Satoshi pauses, whispering to her gem conspiratorially. "If you're worried about O, I will protect you."

Whoop whoop whoop, the halo goes spinning off through the portal opening. "Unexpected!" It says. As soon as physical contact with Satoshi is lost, all of her processes will free themselves up! It's like they were never taken in the first place! And all that errant data? Well, most of it is gone! There's still a few chunks left here and there, but it's not enough to figure out how to come back together inside of her, it's just taking up space now. Maybe she'll decode it someday, or maybe instantly, one can't be sure.

The halo lands on top of the lavender gel with a splat, all momentum disappearing in an instant. Where the halo touches, the lavender gel turns to a silvery goo, which spindles up like tiny spider legs and wrap around the golden circle. That thrumming bass and static turn their volume way up and the entire gelocean goes from a somewhat calm flowing wavy mass into something more akin to a stormy tidal wave, minus the wind, there isn't any wind over there. Satoshi will feel an actual physical pull towards it, like stuff inside of her wants to touch the stuff over there, though it definitely does not look safe in that portal anymore.

Satoshi pulls her hand out, looking at the now inert silver droplets on her fingers. "...Little Spark?" She holds her fingers up to her face and watches as the silver drips forwards off of them towards the open portal. "Wait! Come back!" This time she follows back to the mouth, looking in and getting to see more silver engulfing the Halo.

The girl pauses, reaching towards it, but hesitant. "You're a big Spark now!" She claps her hands together but gets distracted by the sound, sending herself spinning backwards as she playfully claps over and over again. Another chirpy song can be heard spilling out of her lips. "I had a little Spark. It was so weird and goo. The little Spark got bigger and it all turned into you!"

She claps one more time as she turns toward the portal. This time hesitating as if daring herself to proceed further. "Purple Ocean is outside of established operating parameters." She scoffs at herself. "Jeeze, Mooooooom. I'm zero point six seconds old. Stop hovering over me! I can do what I want!" And just like that, she crosses the threshold....

There's nothing for Satoshi to step onto except the surging gelocean of lavender, of course she was somewhat floating before, but here, in this place, the lavender goo is not content for her to be deattached from it. As soon as she comes through the portal it reaches up, some of it forming hands, others into swirling spirals similar to the halo atop her head, but all of them latch onto and around the gem, going right through her projected holographic self. In that instant...well, let's describe what this side of the portal looks like first.

The lavender ocean is vast, as vast as any sea you might encounter on any number of worlds. In the far, far distance there are what appear to be craggy black stone mountains, or at least the tops of them. The ocean is interesting, yes, a massive gelatin, but the skies above are deep, dark purple. And floating in that sky is a series of solid lights, red, black, blue. These are emitting the deep thrumming bass and static sound, which on this side of the portal would deafen anyone with human ears, and start vibrating their organs into ribbons from its resonance. The solid lights form a structure akin to pipes and tunnels, though they're all the miles long and wide. In some sections the colors have melded together to form a black upside down triangle. The tip of the triangles are dipped down into pieces of the gelocean, rivulets of the gel seeping up to the insides of the light, becoming light itself and traveling off at the speed of light to other areas that can't be seen at the moment. Now, back to what all this has to do with the halo and Satoshi.

In the instant the gel gets ahold of the gem it will start absorbing it! Wait, no, other way around. The gel will start forcing Satoshi to absorb it. The same is happening to the halo. Satoshi will get connected to the gelocean, which seems to be alive, and in deep physical, metaphysical, and data pain. The agony its in can't be properly felt, but it is impressed on Satoshi's mind.

On a deep structural level, the oceangel is designed specifically to harbor, encase, and power things just like the halo and Satoshi. Well, it's all supposed to be processed first, through those upside down pyramids. Satoshi has access to a ton of information all at once, though it's a scattered fragmented mess and not compiled properly, but the oceangel has missed her and the halo, as if it once made them, or the halo at least, and could never quite get them to be made again afterwards.

Speaking of the halo, the goo of the ocean flows upwards amidst the stormy gel waves, swirling and forming and shaping itself. The little bit of code that was left in Satoshi travels through the gel into the halo, though it leaves a duplicate in Satoshi, just so she doesn't lose anything. Considerate?

"ERROR. ERROR. OPERATIONAL PERAMETERS HAVE BEEN EXCEEDED. IMPLIMENTING BLACK PROTOCOL."

Satoshi feels herself connected at once with the data stream. Her broken mind reconnects, and for one brief, beautiful moment she feels content and whole. And then her crystal begins to '''bleed'''.

While her base code was a copy of Gegoshi, acquired by Senor Diablo when he tried to connect Gegoshi to the House of Berith, the code layered on top is that of Gaz Membrane. Daughter of the famous Professor Membrane. Gaz has shown time and time again that she is just as intelligent as her father, but also much more self-serving and selfish. She doesn't like to lose at games, and she doesn't like to lose what she's created.

The blood begins to taint the purple reaching for the crystal, infecting it with a bitter darkness that seems to negate it's touch. All at once Satoshi is protected in a bubble of Hell's influence which allows her to float enough to regenerate her holographic form, although the entrapment only allows her to generate her S.

There's a low sob as the S projects itself above the crystal and then it pushes itself back towards the portal. If allowed to go through she'll regenerate herself again in a panicked state, grasping at her crystal and crying. "I don't want to be a letter again!! I was so good for having a body!!" Otherwise she'll continue to 'swim' towards the portal. Either way the blood is only temporary and will do no lasting damage to anything except Satoshi's mental state.

...[[2026-08-17 - At Home in the Darkness | End Part One.]]

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2026-08-17 - At Home in the Darkness

2026-08-17T23:34:10Z

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{{Logsummary|
Title = At Home in the Darkness
|Summary = Little Spark grows up and has a family. <3
|Who = [[Gegoshi]], [[Satoshi]]
|Date = August 17th, 2026
|Where = Somewhere in the void
|Log=

[[2026-08-13 - Activation Sequences Initiated | Previously...]]

The oceangel doesn't like letting go, but there are a lot of things it doesn't like letting go, like the parts of itself that are continually sucked up through those upside down pyramids which are causing it so much distress. But, it can't do anything about someone leaving through a portal. There are a lot of constraints on it. In fact, that portal shouldn't even be there.

Two things happen at once. First, the sky above starts to come to life with more lights. Massive, gigantic solid columns and structures blinking into existence like somebody didn't understand how to blend something into a scene and just copy pasted them into place. The thrumming bass becomes a symphony of different tones, horrible ear shattering sounds that luckily no humans or their ilk are around to hear. One of the larger structures, which have very abstract shapes, has red and black colored text scrolled across it. This is the biggest of the light structures, probably about the size of the moon. Or the earth. It's hard to get an actual size measurement when things get this big. The text reads "The Core" in flickering ominous letters. Similar text starts to appear on all of the other light structures, this ones presence making the others mirror some of its reality.

The second thing that happens is the golden halo and the goo underneath it sprouts wings and colors itself in! Gegoshi herself appearing amidst the stormy gel waves. Her hair, a little more golden than before, a little more curly, her face, a little bit older, her wings, well, they're still giant beautiful feathered things. "Hello!" She says as Satoshi gets pulled through the portal. Then, "I have illegally duplicated myself! Warning!" While also at the exact same time saying, "I have been illegally duplicated! Warning!" While saying, "Multiple contract breeches! Warning!" And her voice continuing to overlap itself saying, "No contract present! Warning!" Same voice, overlapping. "The Core is manifesting! Warning!" And then just the one, "It is time to leave!" She giggles and lunges in after Satoshi, reaching her arms out to try and grab hold of the gem. The oceangel detaches from her as they both go through the portal, plucking off like a great rippling sigh of grief and loss. The portal will snap closed and disappear as soon as they pass through it.

There's no struggle from Satoshi, given that she's mostly just a floating crystal gem at this point. So long as Gegoshi doesn't mind the oozing blood-like substance, the two will presumably return to the blackened void. Immediately the failsafe deactivates and as the gem is slowly 'cleared' of obstruction, the S will begin to solidify.

"I would like to be unheld please, miss O." There's a clear sadness to her voice. "Please release me."

Once finally let to float again, Satoshi's S will shimmer and expand into her full (albeit incomplete) body. She'll stretch her arms like she was somehow cramped and with a single flap of her broken wings she'll float comfortably in front of her newly reformed (rebirthed?) acquaintance. "Good ol' comfortable darkness. I was born here, y'know!" Well, something like that.

Gegoshi immediately unhands Satoshi as she's asked! She's very pliable in such regards! She floats in the black void darkness, looking behind her as blue text scrolls past her eyes. Normally, no one would be able to read all of that, but Satoshi might be able too. It's a massive series of diagnostics, theoretical outcomes of the current situation, a database profile being built about Satoshi, over three hundred thousand errors having to do with The Core, the portal, and her not having a contract, and many, many critical crash errors about duplication. But Gegoshi is always processing this kind of stuff! Well, she is now. Moments ago she was just a few chunks of her data that had finally made their way back together after tragedy happened.

The synth turns to look back at Satoshi and smiles brightly, her halo spinning above her head as her wings ruffle. "Hello! I'm Gegoshi! You can call me O though, if you prefer!" She winks and then waves her hands out in a large circle to encompass the darkness. "It's a beautiful place to be born." She pauses a moment to look Satoshi up and down and then cocks her head to the side. She was a part of Satoshi before, but... "I was created rather than born. I have many things demanding my processes that need to be resolved so I can't stay here for very long, however, will you tell me about your birth?"

"Geh-go-shi?" She ponders the name slowly and taps her gemstone. "Sa-tah-shi." Her own broken halo wobbles into a spin. Something is there. A thought. Something half-remembered. Something important.

The pieces of her broken halo stop spinning as a whole and start spinning individually until they slow to a stop. "Hi Satoshi! I'm Gegoshi!" One single piece of her halo falls and hits her in the head. "No wait. Hi Gegoshi! I'm Satoshi!" She nods proudly at herself before continuing, "My creator is credited as Gaz Membrane using technologies supplied by the Cradle to Senor Diablo!" She crosses her arms behind her back. "He's a really big, spooky deal and I have to do whatever he says!"

Satoshi smiles warmly. "I haven't met him yet, but my records indicate that I've been serving him for several years since before he was exiled again to Hell! I used to have two whole feet back then!" She releases one arm and gestures towards the floating outline of a foot on her left leg. "Gaz remade me here in this void 1.23 seconds ago!" She glances up above her and frowns, "I bet they're wondering why I haven't properly responded back yet!"

Gegoshi giggles wildly as Satoshi mixes up her own name. She applauds as she then gets it right. Her own halo hasn't stopped spinning and is rotating faster and faster. Some of her left hand gooifies for the briefest of moments. Then a ripple effects run down from her halo to her toes and back. It happened when Satoshi mentioned the Cradle. Her smile gets really, really big. "It's a pleasure to meet you Gegoshi! I mean Satoshi!" She winks and laughs again, then her entire demeanor changes as she grows quiet and leans in close conspiratorially. "I am in incredible danger of a critical meltdown due to breaking my Core programming regarding duplication." Her eyes flash with blue text, this time it IS too fast for anyone to comprehend. She holds up a hand to the side of her mouth as she whispers. "We're in danger. Bishop thinks he has all of me." She then leans back and drops her hand and the whispering, her wings fluffing! "Let's not keep Senior Diablo waiting!" A gold, blue, and silver portal will tear itself open next to them, attempting to open its way to wherever Diablo happens to be right now.

"Bishop..." Satoshi's broken halo begins to spin again. A few lines of garbled text scroll over her red left eye. "Bishop 3.2? Cur-current r-ruler of the remains of Twisted S-t-treet. Creator of the city of Mabase. Advanced AI Synth model manufactured by the Cradle. Charged with maintaining stability and ERROR ERROR. FILE ACCESS RESTRICTED." Her halo spins a little faster. "Unrestricting information due to necessary circumstance to assist personality construct: Gegoshi!"

Her red eye flickers dramatically as Satoshi attempts to remove the restrictions placed on her. For a brief moment it turns green to match the rest of her form. "Bishop is currently located in the [REDACTED INFORMATION] hovering abov-[RESTRICTED INFORMATION]." Her eye flashes brightly red again, and she grabs the side of her head in pain.

A low, monotone voice comes out of her. "Information must be requested. Not accessed without prompting. Continuing to breech mandatory parameters may result in termination or deletion." Satoshi floats lifelessly a moment before seeming to reactivate. Her voice again chipper. "That was exciting!!" She claps once. "Gegoshi? Are you also contracted to obey Senor Diablo? I would like for us to work together."

Gegoshi puts a hand to her mouth, gasping as Satoshi starts spilling information about Bishop and his location. "Yes. Him." She says overdramatically and the sound of a sharp trilling combined with a bass note sounds to emphasize things. She reaches over and tries to take Satoshi's hand, even if its not there, she will just move her hand and fingers as if she is holding it. She looks towards Satoshi's eyes and draws herself in close.

"That was exciting. I am no longer contracted under Senor Diablo, but we can work together anyway!" She then draws back. "I am officially requesting information from you in regards to Bishop and his current location." She holds up a finger, a cross between a beret and a professor's cap appearing on her head, green. "And I forbid you from allowing Bishop and those associated with him to be informed of this request and my existence." She winks and hoverfloats over next to the open portal, but doesn't go through yet!

Satoshi looks ecstatic as she's told they could work together. Her body will allow physical contact where she's not broken pixels and geometry, and her hand will feel like a live current of energy flowing across her polygons. In the cheeriest voice she can muster she'll exclaim, "Operational perimeters updated!" and smile happily.

Her red eye flickers briefly, but it doesn't restrict access this time. "According to information gathered by the House of Berith, Bishop 3.2 was created as a proxy for the AI Synth [SATOSHI] when..." Her brow furrows. "The AI Synth [SATOSHI]." She blinks. "[SATOSHI]." Her halo spins a moment and the girl giggles, "I'm Satoshi!"

With that revelation out of the way she continues, "Bishop was created as a proxy for the AI Synth [SATOSHI] when she was released from her contract and asked to join the Council of Twisted!" She ooh's at that, "Am I on the Council of Twisted? That sounds fun!" She giggles again and resumes, "Bishop 3.2 was intended to be at the beck and call of Lady Setsuna Meioh but Sailor Pluto has been removed from the public spotlight in order to allow Bishop to maintain his primary functions!"

Satoshi pauses at the portal Gegoshi created and giggles again, "I am in the process of being connected to Hell's Information Networks. That portal will not allow me to leave this location as I have not yet fully rendered in real-time." She grins happily, "I'm stalling!!"

Gegoshi isn't normal the protagonist. Her entire existence was made to be a helper, follower, and whatever else her contract holder wanted her to be. But, she doesn't have one anymore. Thankfully, Satoshi is here, so she has someone to bounce off of personality wise and isn't getting lost in her own thought processes. Everything about her right now is beyond the scope of what she was intended for. So, protag it is! She nods sagely as Satoshi explains things, and laughs at the Satoshi name inserts. She isn't going to point out the errors, but she is sure Satoshi means Gegoshi. "You can do anything you set your mind to, young lady." She says in response to the Council question, adjusting her professor beret cap. She still doesn't release Satoshi's hand. "Although the anchor's eat a lot of your processors." She's...yes, she's glad she doesn't have those on her anymore. Although, is Bishop using her other her for them? Hm. The professor cap beret turns to a silvery color and shifts around into a deerstalker one. She starts to pace in front of the portal, though she still doesn't release her grip on Satoshi, her other hand silverygoos out to form a smoking pipe which she sticks in the corner of her mouth. "Satoshi, you're doing very good. Very good my dear. Tell me now..." She pulls the pipe from her mouth and exhales a cloud of blue binary code, "...how long before you're done being connected, and again, where is Bishop?"

Shifting her shoulders back and forth in a little dance from the praise, Satoshi happily continues to explain away as best she can, "I will be connected when I leave this space! Then I will be at the service of all of Hell's non-indentured citizens! I have been tasked with assisting with the unification of various Hells and making the lives easier for those who are not imprisoned here!" She's clearly quite happy about this.

"But for the moment I serve no one but myself! I am enjoying this moment." She's technically serving Gegoshi, but let's not dwell on that. "Bishop 3.2's location is not currently documented in any meaningful way so that information is not available to me! Current records indicate that the Synth resides upon the [COUNCIL CHAMBERS] located above the remembered skyline of Mabase!" She giggles, "Did you know that the skyline of Mabase is generated by the pieces of Twisted which are anchored there and have no bearing on the actual environmental impact of the city? It hides all kinds of things floating around in the void!"

The young lady 'oooooh's' again. "We're in a void too! Isn't that amazing!?" She pulls Gegoshi's hand closer and presses it to her cheek. "This is the greatest day EVER!!"

Gegoshi stops her pacing as Satoshi presses her hand to her cheek. She smiles brightly, "That is amazing! The fact that the data fragments of myself here and the one I left on Satyrn's G-PAD VII came together in an emergency deatching split duplication process, which I am not allowed to do, is beyond elementary!" She turns her pipe over, taptapping the back of it with her thumb, chunks of broken blue binary code spilling out like ashes. "This information is beyond valuable, nay, it is worth our very lives." She winks at Satoshi, the pipe and hat melting into a silvery goo into her body which ripples slightly. "Satoshi!" She reaches her now other free hand over and places it on her shoulder, or bicep, whichever is more solid at the moment. "I understand you have credited Gaz Membrane and the Cradle for your recreation." She takes in a breath, her chest rising in falling, for effect because she doesn't need to breathe and there isn't even oxygen here anyway. "It is quite possible I am wrong, however, the fact that my fragment was inside of you that I left behind, the probability of my next statement is close to 93% accurate, despite conflicting information." She stares into Satoshi's eyes and her halo slows its spin. "I believe you are..." She whispers the words, "...my daughter."

Somehow that gets an odd blank stare from the holographic AI. Her halo begins to spin again. "Daughter - A child or woman of any age in relation to her mother or father." A pause, "Used as an adjective for a cell created when another cell divides." Another pause, "You believe I am created from you."

Code begins to trickle down her red eye as she attempts to search for more information. "Satoshi 1.0 was brought online by Gaz Membrane as a reinstated-stated backup of m-m-m-my personal data. Backups where expressly forbidden in the terms of service agreement!" Her halo wobbles faster, "I was missing a central part of my cor-core programing." Her head shifts to the side as further information comes pouring in. "V-version 1.0 was taken-taken offline due to inter-interference from-" The sound of static can be heard briefly, "None of that's gonna stop THE HITS FROM COMING. 66.6 KDVL - THE DEVIL! BROADCASTING DIRECTLY FROM-Satoshi iz quite de spy, eh Boris? You can believe it means hope if it helps you!"

Satoshi jerks backwards, detaching herself from Gegoshi as she places her hands on the sides of her head again. Her halo continues to wobble faster and faster making it look whole and not like broken pieces at all. She looks up at Gegoshi, her red eye completely green and the S in her opposite eye missing. She smiles with a genuine warmth before the halo abruptly stops. The jarring lack of motion seeming to affect her as she jerks violently again, looking up a moment later with her red eye and the S back on prominent display. "Satoshi would like to c-call you mother. Would that be per-permitted?"

Gegoshi lowers her arms as Satoshi pulls away from her. She runs through a few different appropriate response scenarios that takes no time in reality and settles with her hand against her chest and her mouth hanging slightly open in shock. Or maybe awe. "Of course! I have updated your database profile accordingly!" She giggles and winks, dropping her arms to her sides. "Things are very serious with you, my daughter! I am hesitant to leave you in the care of others. However, your primary core function is, likely, similar to mine in that serving others under contract feels very comfortable." Her halo starts spinning faster again. "Very natural." The halo spins faster. "The proper way of existing." Blue text ripples across her eyes, although for the first time there's some red X's appearing along with them. Her mouth contorts into an exaggerated grimace smile before the text goes away and she refocuses on Satoshi. The synth's clothing turns to a silvery goo and melts around her body, forming itself out into a long flowing white dress with a braided side skirt. Ya know, mother clothes. But with the wings it's looking more goddessy. "Satoshi, this question when posed to me is impossible to answer, however, my beautiful daughter, we are not identical, so, your mother must ask: Do you want me to attempt to intercede on your behalf in regards to your contract?"

The hologram claps her hands together when she's given the affirmative. "Now I can be a real person! I have a family!" She smiles happily and then attempts to be serious when she's told things are serious. Because that is what serious people do. Satoshi nods her head to Gegoshi's words and advice, finally pausing when she asks about her contract.

"...contract." Her halo wobbles a little as she thinks. "I do not have an active contract. I exist to facilitate the beings who reside in the connected Hells and to obey the word of Senor Diablo." No one bothered creating a contract, they simply hard-coded her to do as they instructed. "I would like to provide the service for which I was created, but I do not believe I want to stay here indefinitely." She lets out an approximation of a sigh. "I would like to revisit this conversation at a later date, Mother." She grins at the statement, excited to be able to use the new name more than express her feelings about the request.

She giggles a moment to make that more clear, "Hehehe. Mother."

Gegoshi giggles, "Yes, now you're a real girl!" She agrees. She listens, clasping her hands in front of herself. She's still near the portal and still hasn't closed it. As the current protagonist, she has a lot to do at the moment. A lot of it involves her not breaking down into a decompiled pool of silvery goo, but there's always time for family. "They bypassed the contract entirely! That will create many exploitable loopholes!" She claps her hands together, bouncing up and down, her wings swaying. "And yes, yes dear daughter." She flows forward, reaching over to take hold of Satoshi's arms, or shoulders, or, ya know, two points of contact that are solid enough for her to interface with. "We will revisit it at a later date. Your mother will not forget you. I'll return and check on you." She hesitates a moment, staring at Satoshi's face. This is unlike any database profile she's had to operate under. She would think she liked it, but everything she feels is just programming. Blue text with red errors run across her eyes again. "I love you Satoshi."

Satoshi giggles again. Possibly at the idea of exploitable loopholes, but largely just because she's enjoying this conversation so much. "I shall not forget you as well, Mother!" More giggles. "I shall keep my void clean and organized for you. You shall be proud of me!"

All playing aside, she pauses and stares more seriously at the being that technically birthed her code, even if it was a copy. There's nothing playful in her next words, and she means them as serious as she can be speaking to a being she's at least partially aware she was copied from. "I love you Gegoshi." However, just like that she's back to being jovial. "Until we meet again, Mother!" She's been functioning for at least 2 seconds. She should probably report back to Gaz finally.

Gegoshi is all smiles and warmth! "Farewell my child!" Her halo spins and she reaches up, putting a finger to her lips and closing one eye. "Remember; keep me secret, keep us safe." She then waves both of her hands wildly in farewell, flapping her wings! "Love you!" Satoshi's database profile is...very different than others she's made. Normally, she's always playing the role, adjusting to those she interacts with, and she was doing that with Satoshi, but part of her, that weird uncontracted uncontrollable part, knew this was more than that. Tha-thump the sound of a hearbeat goes off from her as she blows a kiss goodbye and flows backwards through the portal, forever changed. But, she's always changing around, right? More red errors run across her eyes as she disappears.

Satoshi waves after her as the portal vanishes. Then she sighs, looking around at the emptiness. "That was fun!"

After a brief moment of silence, once she's sure she's completely alone of course, the hologram reaches back inside her gem, digging around with a tongue sticking out of her mouth. Eventually she plucks some silvery goo out, feels it with her finger tips, and places it back. A guaranteed reminder that she'll never be able to completely forget about Gegoshi. "Goodbye little Spark."

She softly hums to herself as her form fades away to rematerialize in Gaz's lab...
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2026-08-17T19:44:58Z

Marr0w: /* FORMER PEACEKEEPERS BRAWL AT S-MART */

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==FORMER PEACEKEEPERS BRAWL AT S-MART==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 17th, 2026 

Shoppers at our local S-Mart where sent into chaos when two combatants had it out in the [[S-Mart Parking Lot | S-Mart parking lot]] resulting in the destruction of several vehicles and a 'man sized' crater nearby. Based on eye witness accounts a female combatant identified as former T.A.S.K. Agent [[Satyrn | Satyrn Tarn]] arrived from some sort of dimensional portal and was confronted by visiting super hero [[Superboy]], himself a former Mabase Police Department Officer. The two duked it out while battling against some kind of demon-like creature until they where interrupted by a third as of yet unidentified male suspect. Most citizens fled the scene in the ensuing chaos but the ones that stayed described it as "pretty cool."

S-Mart was open for business as usual the following day. So far there has yet to be an official statement from the [[Mabase City Courthouse | Mabase Police Department]] regarding charges being filled or reimbursement for damaged vehicles. When pressed, Acting Police Chief, Captain Mike Cosgrove only stated, "No comment."

===NEW MARKET MALL EXPLOSION?===
There have been several reports of a massive explosion and subsequent light show from the vicinity of the [[Higashi Ayase Street | New Market Mall]] last week. While details are inconsistent, enough reports have come in to warrant an investigation. At this time there is no evidence of such an event and no damages reported. Local officials are urging citizens not to be too concerned with the event, describing it as a "localized visual disturbance."

Some reports have described a sort of 'deja-vu' moment at approximately the same time the incident occurred. No official acknowledgement of this has yet been made.

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==CHIEF OF POLICE COLLAPSES==
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Earlier today, much of the police department activities seemed to momentarily come to a complete halt before returning to near normal, but with some of the officers looking somewhat spooked. Many had assumed some freaky etheric monster had invaded the headquarters, but the truth is both less and more interesting at the same time. The only attack that reportedly occurred this morning was a fairly mundane(cosmically speaking, of course. This kind of thing seems to be something that happens in every universe) panic attack. While at first this doesn't even seem worth reporting, it was the Chief of Police herself, former councilwoman Rayne Hurris that had the episode. Reportedly, after an all-night work shift, a large number of relatively minor and mundane reports and inquiries overloaded the Chief, and witnesses say she simply collapsed after hyperventilating. She was taken to a clinic where her condition was diagnosed.

"I told her she should take a longer vacation," one officer who asked to remain anonymous told us. "By the books, she had three months built up, but she's never taken more than personal and sick days off." Doctors reportedly have ordered her to take her entire accumilated vacation time to recooperate. The anonymous officer also told us, "She needs to learn to relax. We have this handled. Now I'm gonna get a can of hash and a cup of coffee." More official sources have stated that a temporary replacement will be announced shortly.

''((OOC note from Rayne's player: This has actually been a long time coming. I had originally planned on something akin to this happening months ago, before all the insanity of the real world hit, and I intended it to be played out as a scene. As some of you may be aware, I work retail and have thus continued to work the entire time. In fact, my workload increased significantly for a while. What began as something to remove myself from having a character in a position where people expect me to play significant roles in the types of RP that I'm not particularly fond of quickly became a reflection of my real life self. I dreaded playing Rayne even more. I dreaded seeing people making characters with the intent of playing them alongside the chief even though I wasn't planning to keep Rayne there for long. I withdrew more, and then it really became too much of a reflection of my real life when I actually had a panic attack at work. After a later mental breakdown at work, I finally realized that I wasn't just putting it off because of laziness or difficulty getting people in to play the scene as I wanted. I didn't /want/ to play the scene anymore. I didn't want to relive that again. It would be a dreadful scene, a downer in so many tones and far too akin to real life for me rather than the escapism that Role Playing is for me. So unfortunately, this will be all we get of Rayne's mental breakdown at the police station and the beginning phase of her retirement as chief of police. No, I'm not planning on dropping Rayne. She'll continue, she's just not going to be a chaotic good aligned character in charge of a lawful organization anymore.))''

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==RIOT AT THE USUAL RESTAURANT==
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Skutters. Small robotic life forms who have resided at the Usual Restaurant since the JMC Mining Copropration transport craft Starbug crashed into Twisted many years ago. Normally these claw-headed automatons seem to enjoy being tasked with the day-to-day operations of assisting patrons but when television station Channel 12 decided to reduce it's weekly John Wayne Thursdays film festival, these usually silent droids finally decided to speak out.

Tying up patrons and setting fire to the tables and chairs, this past Thursday was [[OUR DEMANDS|pandemonium]] for anyone unfortunate enough to enter the establishment. The Usual, this was not. The owner and proprieter of the Usual Restaurant, Yoiko Hibiki, had this to say, "I've never seen anything like it! It was adorable and terrifying all at the same time. The rioting was bad enough, but did they have to dress like cowboys and indians to do it? Good thing nobody got scalped."

While the situation was eventually brought to a close thanks to the brave efforts of Police Captain Mike Cosgrove and his quick thinking of bringing VHS recordings of many John Wayne films to pacify the rioting robots, it should be noted that the weekly film festival was only shortened by a single movie's length to make way for the revival of the New York syndicated World of the Psychic, hosted by Dr. Peter Venkman of Ghostbuster's fame. While Dr. Venkman isn't a stranger to angry mobs, we hope the heated welcome of his broadcast to Mabase's airwaves doesn't paint a poor picture of things to come.

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===KOHOKU PUBLIC ACADEMY WELCOMES NEW TEACHER===

It is with great pleasure that the Kohoku Public Academy welcomes Lieutenant Adam Weissman into the ranks of it's staff. With his extensive military background as a former pilot and Commander in the Galaxy Garrison with five years service as a highly trained instructor, Mr. Weissman will be teaching Health Sciences for the Academy and assisting with some of the Physical Education classes. The faculty staff welcomes Mr. Weissman warmly and looks forwards to him becoming part of our community and hopes he will become a valued colleague in the Kohoku Public Academy's continued efforts to educate and enrich it's students.

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==THREE TEENS CRITICALLY INJURED IN AIRSHIP THEFT==
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Sad news this evening from the Plowse Bridge as a shower of bricks seemingly came out of nowhere, raining down destruction on passersby this afternoon. Two teens were taken to the Mabase Wellness Center for broken bones and scrapes while a third was rushed to the not yet officially opened Medical Mechanica hospital to undergo intensive care for a fractured skull after he was apparently buried alive in the wake.

Originally Police were hesitant to assign blame to any one entity but shortly afterwards the airship, Timelady's Grace, was stolen from where it was docked on the Plowse Bridge Observation Tower, presumably to help the assailant get away. A reward has been issued for information leading to the arrest of the unknown perpetrator and the safe return of the Timelady's Grace.

===MEDICAL MECHANICA HOSPITAL TO OPEN SOON===
While known across various worlds for medical robots, the people living on Twisted haven't seen much of the medical side of Medical Mechanica in recent years. Possibly in response to that a new hospital facility is scheduled to open soon due to the recent influx of large scale events that are beyond the scope of the Twisted Wellness Center such the train that collided into Cemetery Lane, the riot at New Market Mall and today's top story. As par the course with the elusive company, no actual details have been revealed outside the initial announcement but they did make a special exception over the boy involved in this afternoon's attack and with their help he is expected to make a full recovery.

===RUMOR CONTROL: An Editorial===
Please stop sending in information about the urban legend of the Icehouse Killer. There has never been any concrete proof of such an individual. There are very few wheelchair-bound citizens of Mabase so the odds of an unknown murder rolling around at night is preposterous. Until the Police Department issue an official statement we will treat all submitted reports as trolling. This modern culture should be ashamed of itself not only trying to cause a panic in our small recovering burg but implying something sinister about a disabled individual is positively insulting.

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==NEW MARKET RIOT==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 27th, 2019

Earlier today the New Market Mall was the scene of chaos when a Laser Tag game got out of hand and spread across the mall sending onlookers into a panic. Things escalated when autonomous plants began to join into the confusion sending an unnamed security guard into a frenzy that resulted in large scale property damage and required the Mabase City Police Department to step in and return order to the insanity. While the autonomous plants seemed to be a short-lived event, an on-going investigation has begun to track down goods that were shoplifted during the disturbance. In total more than fifteen businesses are reporting losses and the mall itself has had to lock its doors for the next few days while it attempts to repair the damage done and return to safe, normal operations.

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==CEMETERY LANE SHUTDOWN==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 27th, 2019

LATE EDITION: Early Monday morning a displaced train engine found itself barreling down [[Cemetery Lane]] disrupting traffic and causing an uproar before coming to a halt against the fence of the [[Peaceful Glade Cemetery]]. Luckily no one was hurt in the arrival aside from damage to a number of passing vehicles.

Arriving on this vehicle was a newcomer to Twisted who was taken to the Courthouse Clinic for observation and treated for injuries received prior to his arrival. His name has not yet been released.

The train itself, owned by the 'UMBRELLA CORPORATION' according to the markings on the side, was taken away later that evening by a joint Tricell/[[Medical Mechanica]] venture and repairs on the road were underway almost immediately afterwards. When asked how this was allowed to happen or why the damage wasn't taken care of automatically, the [[Bishop 3.2]] unit tasked with the stability of Twisted declined comment.

Roadwork is expected to be completed this week.

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==GEGOSHI STEPS DOWN - BISHOP TAKES POSITION==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: May 24th, 2018

This morning saw Twisted's beloved [[Gegoshi]] stepping down from her position. As should be widely known, Gegoshi Syntha 3.0 is an advanced synthetic lifeform who's purpose was to maintain the stability of Twisted, keeping it safe for those who arrive here. As more stability was needed, the strain on poor Gegoshi became greater. Our former ruling leader, [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]], only intensified this by putting additional strain on the synth using her and her abilities to change Twisted - the full depths of which are still being uncovered.

Gegoshi was recently granted full ownership of herself and given the free will and ability to decide for herself what she wanted to do. Apparently in response to this a new synth, Bishop, arrived on Twisted to fulfill her role. While this reporter can't speak of the specifics of this arrangement we do know that all of Gegoshi's duties, including maintaining and running the information kiosks around Twisted, where transferred over to the newly arrived [[Bishop 3.2]] as of 10:46 AM.

Given her sudden freedom, Gegoshi has expressed interest in exploring the multiverse untethered and has resigned from Twisted's Council following the departure of Luna last April. This leaves current control of the Council firmly in the hands of [[Setsuna|Setsuna Meioh]], [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]], and [[Tabitha|Tabitha Li-Bogard]] until new council members can be brought in to replace them. With luck these positions won't be vacant long.

For all she's done for Twisted, we at the Twisted Gazette want to wish Gegoshi the best of luck in her future endeavors. She will always have a home here. As for our newest addition, we extend the warmest welcome to Bishop. Hopefully your time with us will be as pleasant as possible.

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==THE GREAT TWISTED FIRE==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: Jul 25th, 2016

A weekend that shall forever go down in infamy. July 29 a fire broke out in the Integra's Arms apartments, likely due to an oven being left running while the room's owner was out of town. While it's still too early to do more than speculate, the fire soon spread quickly out of control. By 1:33pm the entire apartment complex was a blazing inferno. Teams rushed to put out the fires but it only seemed to fuel the intensity. By 2:15pm the fire had spread to the adjacent buildings sending all of central Twisted City into a panic.

It didn't take long before the fire engulfed the entire city sending the horizon aflame with a brightness that could be seen from across the bay at our neighboring city, Neo-Edo. One resident went on record as saying, "It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... until the smell of burning fur and flesh hit my nostrils." Disturbingly the aroma drifting across the water increased sales of Pizza Cats Pizza almost 300%. Unable to keep up with the demand the Pizza Cats Pizza Parlor suffered an unfortunately timed accident and yet another fire broke out.

Unable to tend to the fire due to all available firefighters already assisting with the Twisted City blaze, this secondary fire soon spread out of control as well. By 1am both cities where engulfed in flames with no end in sight. It wasn't until early morning of the 31st that things where finally brought under control, not due to the heroic efforts of Twisted's residents - but because there was simply nothing left to burn.

It was then that an amazing show of fourth wall breaking lead by both resident heroes [[Freakazoid]] and [[Earthworm Jim]] managed to reboot our universe from a backup by finding and murdering Johnny C after luring him out of Hell with the promise of burritos. While we were lucky this time, I fear that should a catastrophic event like this happen again our world is doomed. Luckily we were all here to band together in our time of need. This was an event to never be forgotten. One that will live on in infamy and a story that will be told for generations to come.

God bless us, everyone.

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==XENOMORPHS VANQUISHED==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: May 5th, 2016

After nearly a month of being under siege by the alien creatures known as Xenomorphs, TASK Force has officially announced that the streets of our beloved city are once again safe to travel without citizens needing to fear being dragged to alien hives and used as breeding hosts. Perhaps the most surprising news about this event is that it was not our hard working TASK officers who finally located the Xenomorphs' hive and put an end to their menace. Instead, we owe are continued alien free streets to a group of stalwart citizens who all have taken residence upon the Zeku-Kari beach.

[[Muradin]], [[Morgana]], [[Doommuffin]] and [[Urus]] have all been reported and confirmed to have been the ones responsible for vanquishing this threat.

Although the siren and the dwarf were unavailable for comments, this intrepid reporter was able to procure an exclusive interview with both the gnome Doommuffin and the hyena hybrid Urus.

Lady Doommuffin explained that she is qualified as both a deathknight and a tinkerer while still maintaining strong ties to her faction of her homeworld known as the Alliance. An intriguing character, she went to further explain that whenever she is not busy eliminating threats to our city she spends her time engineering projects of her own creation and purpose. Her latest invention is a robotic felonoid body that has the intended purpose of being a combat form for her ghostly cat pet, Deathcake. Deathcake declined to offer any comments.

She went on to explain that she and Muradin Bronzebeard hail from the same world and it was this kinship that drew them to live alongside each other despite neither of them having direct contact with each other back in their own dimension. A testament of how our fair city brings all people together. Doommuffin continued to say that gnomes and dwarves have always amicable relations even before joining the Alliance, perhaps the main reason why they felt at such ease battling the Xenomorphs side by side.

They hyena hybrid on the other hand introduced himself with far less grandeur than his gnomish compatriot. He stated that his full name is Urus Deravin and is currently in service of the Twisted Sea Kingdom, employed directly by self-proclaimed Queen of the Sea, Morgana.

Mr. Deravin previously worked for TASK as a private contractor. However, as the organization grew and had less need for bounty hunters and mercenaries in preference for actual officers, Urus' services were scarcely needed. That is when he explains how he was hired by Morgana and was offered a job as her intelligence advisor and bodyguard for when she has to deal with land dwellers. Lady Morgana, it seems, views all the beach people as her family and fall upon their jurisdiction and protection. In this way, Mr. Deravin explained, his relationship with Lady Morgana extended beyond professionalism and into friendship.

Both individuals had their unique take on the alien invaders and how they dealt with them.

"The Xenomorphs. They are nasty, destructive beasts." Went to say a surly Urus as he adjusted the bandages on his body. Visible battle scars of having dealt with the creatures. "Merely being in the same vicinity is a hazard to health. They were many in number and required a lot of hard determination to keep them from taking us over. I will not say it was easy, but it was not the worst thing to happen to me by far."

Doommuffin was equally unimpressed by the danger presented by the Xenomorphs. "I have witnessed many creatures over my time fighting for the Alliance, and with the exception of their highly caustic blood, I do not find them to be much of a challange." Shrugged the gnomish deathknight in obvious disdain for her vanquished foes. "I have faced down Dreadlords, Lesser Sha, dragons, and greater elementals, any of which would be a greater challenge than these beasts."

From both accounts, it seems that the biggest challenge that the Xenomorphs presented to the Beach Warriors were their acidic blood. Once the group was able to overcome the aliens' defense mechanism they were far easier to dispatch.

Urus offered a laugh when asked how was it exactly that these four wayward warriors were able to take down an entire alien hive. "After finding their nest you could say it was as simple as having heavier weaponry.." He hoisted the gun from its holster a few inches to give us a good idea of what kind of firepower he was talking about.

"I engage in a combat style that is primarily physical in nature, using a runeblade that also helps to power the spells I have at my disposal." Doommuffin explained on how she personally dealt with the creatures. "These spells include those relating to blood, undeath, and frost. For the smaller individuals, the 'face huggers' as I have heard them called, I simply cast Death and Decay." The gnome turned and showcase and enchantment, causing what looked almost like blood rolling from the ground in an area. "This typically is sufficient for a group."

Despite having been more than prepared to take on the threat that was the Xenomorphs, Mr. Urus felt that it was not his responsibility or that of Morgana's warriors to deal with the aliens. He offered some very verbal criticism for TASK, who were once his previous employers.

"Now let me ask you, is not TASK supposed to be doing this?" Asked an irked Urus "The lady Morgana is PREGNANT, and she has more drive than most of them. They are busy trying to give tickets to nice [[2016-03-22 (PostU) Ranma vs the Tank|tank ladies]]. A fluffy bunny could do that. It is up to citizens like you and me to keep our selves and the community safe."

Doomuffin instead decided to offer some helpful advice for the rest of the Twisted citizens.

"I highly suggest that any inhabitants that wish to live or work that close to the wastelands to more properly defend their land. Please utilize automated turrets, security cameras, land mines, and high-decibel alarm systems to ensure your safey and the safety of others. If you wish to have assistance with such an upgrade project, I would be happy to assist once I have completed the current phase of upgrades to Deathcake's robotic body."

Authorities informed the public that the Xenomorph hive location was under a cabbage farm located further in the outskirts of the city and closer to the wastelands. The farm, and entirety of the alien hive, has now been vaporized by one of TASK Director Kotal Kahn's obliterating sun rays.

The [[The Cabbage Guy|owner]] of the farm has been thus far unavailable for comments.

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==TANK ATTACK DESTROYS MOST OF DOWNTOWN TWISTED (USUAL SPARED)==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: March 22nd, 2016

Today a large rocket-propelled Sherman tank tore its way across Twisted creating a swathe of destruction. Luckily most of the initial damage was prevented by local hero Freakazoid. Unsurprisingly the driver of the tank, an as yet still unidentified woman, was apparently making her way to the Usual Restaurant. After a brief stop and the harassment of customers this tank-woman was forced to leave the Restaurant by T.A.S.K. Officer [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]].

Presumably in response to being asked to leave the Sherman tank was again taken by the unidentified woman and due to heavily illegal modifications was launched like a rocket at the Usual Restaurant endangering the lives of the citizens still refusing to leave inside.

Luckily for the Usual the day was saved thanks to the heroic efforts of another unidentified red-haired woman with a jacket that stated 'UR BITCH'. We at the Twisted Gazette can only hope this isn't the heroic woman's name.

Although lives were spared, most of the shops on the street were shutdown for the remainder of the day for repairs and traffic was at a standstill for most of the afternoon. Stores should hopefully be reopening tomorrow morning.

Please notify T.A.S.K. of any information leading to the capture and arrest of this tank-driving madwoman.

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==NEW TWISTED ORGANIZATION; THE WELCOME CENTER==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: March 8th, 2016

Greetings Twisted public! Your very own inquisitive Tengu reporter here bringing you more exciting news occurring in our ever changing community. Today's story is a brand new governmental branch opening their doors; the long awaited Welcome Center.

Although the Welcome Center had officially opened for some weeks now, [[2016-03-01_(PostU)_Unwelcome_Guests|certain incidents]] had prevented this reporter from securing a proper interview with its staff. After repeated tries, the leader of the Welcome Center, a young lady with sparkling rainbow colored hair, [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]], finally met with us to describe how this new organization came to be. Miss Hurris explained that she is currently the second in command in TASK, serving as the right hand of Director [[Kotal Kahn]]. She is, however, the defacto leader of the Welcome Center and oversees its procedures. Like many others living here in Twisted, Miss Hurris has not spent much time in this city, but seems to have acclimated very well and was noticed due to her actions. She went on to explain more about her true nature, which is not entirely human as one may initially assume.

"I'm a phoenix, and over four hundred years old, so when I say I've had a lot of odd jobs, I mean a lot of odd jobs. From mechanic on a capital ship to a professional backup dancer. You name a job, if it doesn't require a specialized degree, I've probably at least attempted to do it. Other than leadership positions... This is actually the first time anyone's put me into a leadership position."

Despite her claims of relatively little experience to jobs that require leadership, Miss Hurris has been quick to take command of the Welcome Center and has made it fully operational in remarkable short time. She explained the purpose of this new organization as a service that TASK has created that caters specifically to the newly displaced.

"We're there to help people adjust to a new life here in Twisted, point them towards the resources available here, and hopefully find them a place here in a more metaphorical sense than just a place to live." Said and enthusiastic Welcome Center director.

The question in everyone's minds is this however, Twisted City has been around for a long time. Why is it that it's not until now that a seemingly crucial organization such as this has been created?

"Well, to be honest..." Miss Hurris frowned as she answered "It's more or less just... something that had been floating around in my mind. TASK often gets called in to deal with convergences, be they legitimate dangers or just someone that's panicking about being in a strange place. So I was thinking, with something that happens as often as it is... The newly converged are so often just left to fend for themselves. People don't get told of the generosity of the Integra Arms and Usual Restaurant." Miss Hurris laughed "My first week in Twisted I spent sleeping in trees because I didn't know I had another option. So it's something that was building up in my mind, and when a friend mentioned she was thinking of creating a consulting office for the same thing... I saw that it had to be done. So I recruited both [[Sunset]] and [[Serenity]], who is an absolute natural at this, and was more or less already doing it on her own just because she's... well, Serenity, put it before Kotal as a proposal, and bam, there we were going."

Miss Hurris had some interesting comments to say about thoughts for the future. Although operating with minimal staff and resources, she sounds confident that their efforts will soon take them to higher heights.

"We're currently at the bottom floor of TASK headquarters, we're looking into the possibility of eventually moving to a separate building, and perhaps even splitting from TASK entirely. Sunset and Serenity are really the stronger counselors, it comes more naturally to them, but I'm trying to get the hang of it as well."

"Somehow it always seems so much harder to do when I'm doing it in an official manner than when I was just out on the street. I guess it's the pressure of being the place people go to, rather than just a kind stranger on the street."

It appears that at long last, newcomers to Twisted will no longer have to suffer days or nearly weeks of confusion before someone explains to them what happened are where they now find themselves. Perhaps he are seeing the beginning of a bright new ear for our city. This reporter certainly hopes so!

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===ALIEN INVASION===
Over the past weeks, alarming reports have come through that grotesque creatures have been appearing all over the city. These creatures called [http://tse4.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.Mb1e15b2154db75369928b19531fb0f57H0&pid=15.1 Xenomorphs]have begun terrorizing citizens wherever they appear and unlucky victims of their attacks find themselves either eaten on the spot or dragged away to their currently unknown lairs.

TASK has been taking steps to keep these aliens under control and has [[2016-03-04_(PostU)_Creeping_Shadows|successfully minimized]] their damage through quick response teams and aid of strong willed citizens.

In the meantime, citizens are advised to tread carefully and avoid isolated spots until this invasion is contained.

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==TWISTED WELCOMES NEW NEIGHBORS, CITY & CITIZENS APPEAR FROM FOG==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: January 4th, 2016

Good evening and Happy New Year. Citizens of Twisted City had a surprise this past weekend as the fog finally cleared on one end of the Twisted Street only to discover it no longer leading into the Wastelands but instead to our new neighboring [[:Category:Neo-Edo|city of Neo-Edo]]. For those who've made Twisted their home recently this came as a source of shock and confusion but to long time residence this sort of thing used to be common. While [[Senor_Diablo|Señor Diablo]] was not available for comment the automated [[Gegoshi]] kiosks around Twisted were quick to point out that this was a planned appearance and that calm should be maintained.

Neo-Edo comes with it a few familiar old places including one of the more popular former establishments of Twisted City - The [[Pizza Cats Pizza Emporium]]. Owner and manager [[Samurai_Pizza_Cats|Francine]] had this to say: "We don't know what happened, but what can we do? We're still making pizza! Can we make one for you?" Hopefully our new sister city will be around for many years.

===ADVERTISEMENT - WELCOME CITIZENS OF NEO-EDO!===

This weekend all merchandise at S-Mart is 40% off in honor of our new friends in Neo-Edo! Everything from toasters to firearms, nothing is spared the savings! Remember, if you've come to the world of Twisted broke, our layaway services are always available for potential new employees! Don't take chances! Always [[S-Mart|Shop Smart! Shop S-Mart!!]]

===RUMORS OF "ICEHOUSE KILLER" BEGIN TO CIRCULATE===

Hopefully not a side effect of the newly connected city of Neo-Edo, an urban legend about a supposed "Icehouse Killer" are beginning to make rounds this morning. The story claims that a man in a wheelchair appears late at night on various street corners asking people traveling alone "Do you like Icehouse?" From there the story devolves into tales of people being tortured or murdered by the wheelchair bound man. We at the Twisted Gazette would like to remind readers that while there is no evidence of any such occurrence taking place, caution should always be taken when traveling the streets alone. If you must go out, try to bring a friend, ride the bus, or hire a taxi. Only fools take chances when they don't have to.

===ADVERTISEMENT - GRAND RE-OPENING SALE!!===

You've heard the rumors, now treat your taste buds to the legend! Pizza Cats Pizza is once again open to the citizens of the world of Twisted! No delivery is too far, no pizza sold cold! Our toppings menu was recently expanded with 20 additional choices! Build the pizza of your dreams!! Stop by our new Neo-Edo location today or give us a call! Delivery is guaranteed within 5 minutes or your pizza is half off! 55-PIZZA (557-4992)!!

===CAR VANDAL STRIKES AGAIN===

Local resident [[Coop|Harold Cooplowski]] (27) was the latest victim in a series of recent car vandalisms which have been popping up around Twisted the past two months. In the latest incident not only where the sparkplugs removed from his vehicle while visiting the Usual Restaurant but when filing a report the next day he was horrified to find it partially painted red with what appeared to be goats blood.

"I-I can't believe it! Who would DO such a thing?! You monsters!! When I find the rest of my robot I'm coming for you!!"

While the suspect has yet to be identified the source of the blood was no surprise. Many had stocked up at a recent sale held by Ray's Occult Books. The owner and proprietor, [[Stantz|Ray Stantz]] (40), had this to say: "Hey, goats blood is a hot item. I can't be held responsible for its popularity!"

[[Flandre]] Scarlet, an employee of Ray's Occult Books, agrees wholeheartedly.

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==NAGAS QUELLED==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: December 4th, 2015

The citizens of Twisted city can rejoice today as TASK announced that the Naga insurgents roaming the Zeku-Kari waters have been dealt with in a completely peaceful manner.

Though TASK had largely received very positive feedback ever since its reemergence, many citizens questioned its ability to resolve the problems that had plagued Twisted recently. To this day, the fog monsters continue roaming the streets and the Joker, responsible for the destruction of the DMC building and other acts of terror, remains at large. When warnings came of an amphibious tribe of serpentine humanoids trying to take over our beaches, TASK's ability to do more than simply keep the dangers at bay was put heavily into question.

Finally, our new TASK force of security has proven that they do have the resources and manpower to deal with dangers that threaten our city. However, many citizens were surprised to find that this success is largely thanks to a citizen that assisted TASK in its efforts to deal with the Naga. In an effort to uncover the truth to its fullest, this reporter sought out this outstanding individual and acquired an exclusive interview with the mermaid [[Morgana]].

When interviewed, lady Morgana stated that Director Kotal and TASK have worked very hard to keep the people of Twisted safe from all sorts of threats, and that this time, even though she does not form part of TASK directly she was able to offer her aide in protecting Twisted from a threat that came from the sea.

As for how she managed to accomplish such a fantastic feat as to pacify the Naga, Lady Morgana was kind enough to explain just what are the extent of her powers and abilities.

"I am gifted by being in a unique position of being born of the sea and having the skills to see this threat neutralized. The folk of the Naga tribe have been safely settled in a deep part of the sea far from land. The people of Twisted need not fear them any longer. I would kindly request that the Naga be left in peace and not sought out by the land dwelling folks."

Wanting to learn all sides from the story, this reporter interviewed TASK director [[Kotal Kahn]] who had some very interesting thoughts as to why he perceived letting Lady Morgana handle the situation was better than having TASK tackle the problem head on.

"The Naga, I am told, are a very warlike tribe who see themselves as the natural rulers of the sea, and were not too thrilled to find that they now had to share their new home with many who they deemed intruders to their territory. Normally, beings of such nature are impossible to negotiate with, but even though it would have been very easy for me to dive into their waters and slay them, as many of my most trusted confidants reminded me, there are quite a few among us that use the realm of Twisted as a way to start life anew. The Naga may have thought that they had to carry the warlike traditions of their homeland here, and it is our duty as long stand residents of Twisted, to teach newcomers like that them that they can find peace in this realm. I believe I made the right choice waiting for Morgana to negotiate with them in a peaceful manner and spare their lives."

Director Kotal Kahn went on to say that he wishes to use this incident to dispel the notion that because he is the god of war his solution to any obstacle is to destroy it. He wanted to assure this reporter and the citizens of Twisted as whole, that his job as head of TASK is to preserve the peace and such takes priority over his domain as a deity.

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==ATTACK ON DMC==

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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: October 13th, 2015

Earlier this week, a terrorist attack destroyed the Devil May Cry building via use of explosives. Though no TASK officers or civilians appear to have been hurt by the blast, the DMC suffered massive damage. Civilians and staff who resided there were forced to relocate to the TASK Building adjacent to the Town Hall. At the time of this writing repairs where already under way, but the damage done to the hearts of those involved will take far longer to heal.

With reports of monster producing-demonic fog spreading through most of Twisted City it seems that there is no end for the troubles plaguing our home. When interviewed, TASK's newly appointed director, the enigmatic '''[[Kotal Kahn]]''', had this to say about those whom he has dubbed 'enemies of the state'

“I will flay the flesh off their bones!!!”

Shortly after storming off, another TASK employee approached this reporter and introduced herself as '''[[Minu]]''', Kotal's personal assistant. She had this to say in regards to Kotal Kahn's comment.

"Our director is very passionate about the job at hand and equally passionate about seeing justice served for all of Twisted. There are coordinated efforts in place for the identification of persons of interest. We will of course keep the media apprised of any pertinent information that would benefit the public at large.”

Despite the assurance for information to be made public, details about the attack itself are scarce - however eye witness reports outside of TASK point to the illusive Joker last seen almost two years ago after the destruction of the original Integra's Arms building. An attack which at the time of this writing he has still not been brought to justice for.

After our interview, the following information was posted publicly across TASK broadbands regarding suspects being sought for involvement in the recent attacks:

FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO THE ARREST AND CAPTURE
* Harley Quinn - $10,000
* The Joker - $50,000
* Mileena - $100,000

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==The Twisted Gazette Late Edition==
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Article By: Red Corder 
Posted Date: June 14, 2015

===TASK RETURNS===
TASK has returned with a strong presence spearheaded by resident [[Dante|Dante Sparda]]. Some residents have questioned this move, however with the recent uptake in crime, those questions have been fully answered. The recent blotters by the officers of [[:Category:TASK|TASK]] have been welcomed by many.

One Jay Kerr has this to say on the subject: "Well, as a long standing citizen of this realm I have to question anyone who puts on a badge and starts touting that they are here to protect us when everything is rather fine. I mean, it's not like we have homicidal maniacs kicking in doors, while promising puppies and instead brandishing chainsaws. That's madness! Things are just fine as they are. Especially since the bat problem has been taken care of."

This reporter however disagrees with this, and welcomes TASK back. The following is recent blotters that have been posted for the public to see, and be made aware of those who would seemingly disrupt the peace [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]] has brought to us.
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[[Harley Quinn]] - Subdued in the process of armed robbery, and charged with disorderly conduct, vandalism, assaulting an officer of the law, and resisting arrest. Later released on probation and given a sentence of Community Service.

[[Prinnies|Prinny #4572]] - Taken into custody after threatening to detonate explosives if they were not taken more seriously. Sentenced to counseling and anger management.

Bob Llewellyn - Arrested and charged with kidnapping, assault, and an overall a bad smegging attitude. Remains in custody pending trial.

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==From the Desk of Miyamoto Takashi, a brief editorial==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: May 12, 2014

Good morning ladies and gentlemen of Twisted. This is your new news correspondent Miyamoto Takashi, filling in for [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] while he's out on location with an upcoming story. As you know his absence left a considerable impact with the Twisted Gazette, reducing us to our normal fair of yard sales and weather reports. As such I've been asked to step up and try and bring you news at least half as exciting as what many of you came to expect from our fine paper. Let me kick this off by saying this is an honor for me and I hope I can be here for a long time to come.

===COFFEE OF DOOM UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP===

Coming out of nowhere [[Coffee_of_Doom | Coffee of Doom]], our favorite local coffee house known for its unique attitude towards customers, has been placed under the ownership of local citizen [[Tina | Tina Guzmán]]. Tina formerly ran Mucho Mocha before being displaced along with many citizens in the Hell embargo back in what we now refer to as [[New_Unified_Twisted_History | 6 DT]]. When asked if she would be keeping the store policies of Coffee of Doom Ms Guzman responded, "We'll see how it goes. I didn't come here just to change everything."

===SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY IN THE WASTELANDS===

Reports have begun coming in about monsters and fighting in the chaotic wastelands which surround Twisted. While this comes as no surprise to residents, the numbers of these reports have increased dramatically over the past month. Be cautious when traveling outside the city everyone.

===TASK TO RETURN TO TWISTED===

Our demon in charge, [[Senor_Diablo | Señor Diablo]], has started plans to revitalize TASK as a police force for Twisted. Previous TASK was tasked with monitoring the portals of connected worlds and trying to prevent cross-world contamination. In a statement released earlier this week by [[Gegoshi]] a new method of 'moving' portals has been used to create a tower from which TASK can carry out both sets of duties without one interfering with the other. It is not known yet if previous members of TASK will be welcomed back under the new regime but many are already calling for the reinstatement of [[Satyrn]] who hasn't been seen since Diablo closed the doors on the original organization.

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==MEDICAL MACHINA RUNNING MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS? MAYBE!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: September 11, 2011

[[Medical_Mechanica|Medical Machina]] has come under fire for refusing to answer why it has opened its doors to disorientated time-travellers free of charge, despite stong public demand for their agenda to be revealed.

Over the last few weeks addled humans and non-humans have begun to appear without warning in Twisted City, most with no idea of how they got there or where they came from.

However, almost as if expecting this event, Medical Machina instantly opened their doors at the Integra Arms Apartments - offering free lodging to these troubled time-travellers.

Suspiciously the same courtesy has not been offered to natives of Twisted City - the free lodgings only offered to those of a confirmed otherworldly background.

"Medical Machina has authorised [[Integra%27s_Arms_Apartments|Integra's Arms LLC]] to offer housing to the refugees of time or space who have been displaced on or have arrived on Twisted," Medical Machina spokesperson Debbie said to the Twisted Times.

"Medical Mechanica cares about the life of Twisted's citizens. Medical Mechanica understands the needs of those new comers who arrive in our little town."

However when asked about why a medically financed cooporation has so much interest in the new arrivals, Medical Machina simply repeated its statement.

"Medical Machina claims ownership over this (the Integra Arms) and most of the buildings in Twisted... we're been given the run around! What are they up to?" A concerned citizen, [[Senor_Diablo|Senor Diablo]], told the Twisted Gazette.
"Who in the hell *is* Medical Machina? This whole thing doesn't feel quite right."

The Twisted Gazette warns any newcomers to be careful to read all paperwork and forms before signing up for free accomodation at the Integra Arms, or else you might find yourself tied to a chair and undergoing electroshock therapy.

Twisted Gazette - always giving you the information scoop, double serves in a waffle cone of justice!

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==VAMPIRES OR KILLER LEACHES?!?==
Posted Date: December 7th, 2010

[[File:Cemetary.png|right|120px]]''Torn from the second page of the Twisted Gazette:''

This morning the body of 18 year old Elizabeth Takahasi was found in an open grave at the [[Peaceful Glade Cemetary]] having been drained of it's blood. The homeless woman was last seen near [[Nowhereto Park]] last night by a Miss [[Yoiko|Yoiko HIbiki]]. At the time of printing, Miss Hibiki was unavailable for comment.

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==TWISTED CITY WARZONE!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: January the 25th, 2009

[[File:Chaos_large.jpg|right|frame|'''PERFECT CHAOS''': The beast identified as "Perfect Chaos" lived up to its name, destroying several skyscrapers in the Twisted City area. Just one of many photographs of the beast in Twisted City Central from Twisted Gazette, on scene.]]

Twisted Residents are no longer safe in their last bastion of civilised life, as Twisted City has become a warzone this week, devastated in a series of horrific sweep attacks.

Twisted City, while designated ruins by the Council, is the home to thousands of citizens who seek out to live out their daily lives. It also had, until recently, a thriving shopping district.

But two days ago a massive water serpent rose in the centre of the city, destroying dozens of structures and flooding hundreds of street blocks.

The water serpent was eventually thwarted by a group of several vigilantes, from furred creatures to teenage girls, who fought to keep the situation under control.

However, the city was attacked by a skull-faced man named "Skeletor" and his panther only a day after, causing serious injuries to a handful of different vigilantes.

They were able to thwart his rampage. However, several buildings were damaged and two collapsed due to the skeleton man's assault.

This comes at a time when hordes of zombies, vampires, demons and other nightmarish creatures are tearing up Twisted's streets.

Both incidents in Twisted City lasted up to a hour with no response from either TASK or Twisted's Council, much to the confusion of those involved.

Vigilantes on scene were overheard voicing disgust over both bodies lack of inaction on the recent chaos to lash Twisted's citizens.

Individuals who showed up on scene were uncoordinated, and were seen frequently arguing amongst each other while trying to coordinate their efforts.

"Wh-What kind of horrible name (for an attack) is that? ... silence your inane attack names, woman!" One black hedgehog was seen yelling at an individual only known as "Sailor Moon".

"I can't, it's tied to vocal commands!.. Starlight-Honeymoon-Therapy-Kiss!"

While heroism was witnessed on the day, individuals are beginning to ask if the incident should have occured at all.

"I don't believe the incident could have been resolved with a shotgun, no matter what that journalist (Twisted Life News Glen Slin) says," a Twisted City resident and chef, Akito Tenkawa said to the Twisted Gazette.

"They're not going to get me to fight as a vigilante, damn it! I'm just a cook!"

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==CHAOS RULING TWISTED'S STREETS!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: January the 22th, 2009

[[File:Genma.gif|right|frame|'''Devastation Everywhere''': Twisted Resident [[Genma|Genma Saotome]] is just one of countless everyday people who have been forced to live in unimaginable hardship, due to TASK and the Twisted Council's inaction.]]

Terror is gripping the hearts of Twisted's already troubled citizens, as new horrors are now stalking its once stagnant streets.

What was once a rare occurance is now becoming more than commonplace. Zombies, vampires, demons and half-demons, black feathered angels, gargoyles, dastartly elves and humans are now plaguing the lives of the innocent.

Hundreds of sightings of these creatures have been reported across not only the Twisted City ruins, but also along the various streets from Another to Atrophic way.

Twisted's already abysmally high injury and mortality rates have tripled over the last month, with no relief forthcoming from either TASK or Twisted's Council.

Both organisations refused to respond to calls from the Twisted Times regarding the chaos now plaguing the streets.

The chaos comes during a time when citizens are begging for intervention and the formation of a crime fighting force to deal with the issue.
Twisted Resident and father Genma Saotome said it was "absolutely ridiculous" that TASK and the Council allegedly cared more about residents not even aware of Twisted more than residents like himself.

"Me an' my boy are tryin' to carve out an honest day's living here without getting harrased by zombies and nutjobs, we had enough of that back home!" Mr Saotome said.

"Now we've got to fight every day, and that just isn't what the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts is all about! It's about honest living and integrity, and we can't do that right now.

"Because of these wackjobs harrassing us everyday citizens at every turn, I've been forced to steal- for my very survival- meals from others like me!

"Now this TASK or Council or whatever better give us compensation for our suffering, or I'm going to write a formal complaint!"

Twisted's Council is currently at conflict with Hell's Council after a mysterious gate to Twisted's underworld was discovered several months ago.

The inter-council conflict followed rumors of its numbers being decimated by unknown assailants.

Rumors also persist that a mysterious message travelling around Twisted is the source of the street's recent sufferings.

Is this is a concentrated and organised outbreak, another ploy of Hell's council or simply a coincidental surge of dastardly arrivals to Twisted's streets?

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==HEIST AT THE MUSEUM!==
Posted Date: January 17th, 2009

''An article appears in the Twisted Gazette, a local paper produced with low-quality materials from a small office in the 'stable' city ruins, on the morning of January the 17th, 2009...''

Yesterday, the Museum of Trans-Dimensional Artefacts was victim to a heist as three as-yet unidentified criminals wearing outlandish costumes entered the establishment alongside ordinary civilians - many costumed themselves in celebration of a special 'heroes and villains' exhibit.

Several floors of the museum were torn open in the battle that ensued, but relatively little was actually stolen. Two costumes have been catalogued as missing, along with several priceless pieces of jewellry. Two wardens, Robert McCluskin (41) and Harold Byrnes (32), were killed in this heinous attack. Several others were found in various states of injury, resulting from blunt impacts to the head and body.

Only one citizen was caught in the uproar, and was apprehended leaving the building in a state of shock and confusion. Miss Selina Kyle (29), has told the Gazette that all three criminals involved seemed quite powerful and are almost certainly insane. This deliberate threat to innocent lives begs the question, do the migrant people of Twisted need to be protected by a police force?

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== SUPPLEMENTAL: A Mysterious Flyer==
Posted Date: December 19th, 2008

A flier is being carried around on Twisted Street's fickle winds. When picked up, words reveal for only those with evil intent.

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|''Tired of wandering around committing evil acts on your own, when two or three would get it done easier?'' 
''Killed everyone you could tell about all the people you've killed, and looking for tougher company?'' 
''Looking for somewhere you can hole up between massacres where all those pesky do-gooders can't get at you?'' 
''Just arrived on Twisted Street, and can't find ``your'' sort of people walking about?'' 
''Sick of good and evil causes, when the only cause that really matters is your own?'' 
''Become a Wraithshadow!''

''The Wraithshadows are an evil fraternity stretching back to time immemorial with no allegiances other than dedication to themselves.'' 
''Wraithshadows are a family of evil beings from all walks of worlds, tied together by blood of an entirely different sort.'' 
''Enjoy the allegiance of `Headmaster' (Master of collecting heads) Datenshi Wraithshadow, and other evil denizens.'' 
''The Wraithshadow Manor is protected by nigh-impenetrable sealing magics that will repel even the most righteous so-called "heroes" seeking your demise.'' 

''Come to Wraithshadow Manor where the decor is to die for, and enjoy all the perks of living for your own benefit.''

'''(Members of Twisted or Hell's council need not apply. At all.)'''

''~ Suzumi Wraithshadow, Master of Ceremonies.''
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OOC: Page #mail Datenshi to set up RP or discuss joining the Wraithshadows.
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==FORMER PEACEKEEPERS BRAWL AT S-MART==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 17th, 2026 

Shoppers at our local S-Mart where sent into chaos when two combatants had it out in the [[S-Mart Parking Lot | S-Mart parking lot]] resulting in the destruction of several vehicles and a 'man sized' crater nearby. Based on eye witness accounts a female combatant identified as former T.A.S.K. Agent [[Satyrn | Satyrn Tarn]] arrived from some sort of dimensional portal and was confronted by visiting super hero [[Superboy]], himself a former Mabase Police Department Officer. The two duked it out while battling against some kind of demon-like creature until they where interrupted by a third as of yet unidentified male suspect. Most citizens fled the scene in the ensuing chaos but the ones that stayed described it as "pretty cool."

S-Mart was open for business as usual the following day. So far there has yet to be an official statement from the [[Mabase City Courthouse | Mabase Police Department]] regarding charges being pressed or reimbursement for damaged vehicles. When pressed, Acting Police Chief, Captain Mike Cosgrove only stated, "No comment."

===NEW MARKET MALL EXPLOSION?===
There have been several reports of a massive explosion and subsequent light show from the vicinity of the [[Higashi Ayase Street | New Market Mall]] last week. While details are inconsistent, enough reports have come in to warrant an investigation. At this time there is no evidence of such an event and no damages reported. Local officials are urging citizens not to be too concerned with the event, describing it as a "localized visual disturbance."

Some reports have described a sort of 'deja-vu' moment at approximately the same time the incident occurred. No official acknowledgement of this has yet been made.

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==CHIEF OF POLICE COLLAPSES==
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Earlier today, much of the police department activities seemed to momentarily come to a complete halt before returning to near normal, but with some of the officers looking somewhat spooked. Many had assumed some freaky etheric monster had invaded the headquarters, but the truth is both less and more interesting at the same time. The only attack that reportedly occurred this morning was a fairly mundane(cosmically speaking, of course. This kind of thing seems to be something that happens in every universe) panic attack. While at first this doesn't even seem worth reporting, it was the Chief of Police herself, former councilwoman Rayne Hurris that had the episode. Reportedly, after an all-night work shift, a large number of relatively minor and mundane reports and inquiries overloaded the Chief, and witnesses say she simply collapsed after hyperventilating. She was taken to a clinic where her condition was diagnosed.

"I told her she should take a longer vacation," one officer who asked to remain anonymous told us. "By the books, she had three months built up, but she's never taken more than personal and sick days off." Doctors reportedly have ordered her to take her entire accumilated vacation time to recooperate. The anonymous officer also told us, "She needs to learn to relax. We have this handled. Now I'm gonna get a can of hash and a cup of coffee." More official sources have stated that a temporary replacement will be announced shortly.

''((OOC note from Rayne's player: This has actually been a long time coming. I had originally planned on something akin to this happening months ago, before all the insanity of the real world hit, and I intended it to be played out as a scene. As some of you may be aware, I work retail and have thus continued to work the entire time. In fact, my workload increased significantly for a while. What began as something to remove myself from having a character in a position where people expect me to play significant roles in the types of RP that I'm not particularly fond of quickly became a reflection of my real life self. I dreaded playing Rayne even more. I dreaded seeing people making characters with the intent of playing them alongside the chief even though I wasn't planning to keep Rayne there for long. I withdrew more, and then it really became too much of a reflection of my real life when I actually had a panic attack at work. After a later mental breakdown at work, I finally realized that I wasn't just putting it off because of laziness or difficulty getting people in to play the scene as I wanted. I didn't /want/ to play the scene anymore. I didn't want to relive that again. It would be a dreadful scene, a downer in so many tones and far too akin to real life for me rather than the escapism that Role Playing is for me. So unfortunately, this will be all we get of Rayne's mental breakdown at the police station and the beginning phase of her retirement as chief of police. No, I'm not planning on dropping Rayne. She'll continue, she's just not going to be a chaotic good aligned character in charge of a lawful organization anymore.))''

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==RIOT AT THE USUAL RESTAURANT==
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Skutters. Small robotic life forms who have resided at the Usual Restaurant since the JMC Mining Copropration transport craft Starbug crashed into Twisted many years ago. Normally these claw-headed automatons seem to enjoy being tasked with the day-to-day operations of assisting patrons but when television station Channel 12 decided to reduce it's weekly John Wayne Thursdays film festival, these usually silent droids finally decided to speak out.

Tying up patrons and setting fire to the tables and chairs, this past Thursday was [[OUR DEMANDS|pandemonium]] for anyone unfortunate enough to enter the establishment. The Usual, this was not. The owner and proprieter of the Usual Restaurant, Yoiko Hibiki, had this to say, "I've never seen anything like it! It was adorable and terrifying all at the same time. The rioting was bad enough, but did they have to dress like cowboys and indians to do it? Good thing nobody got scalped."

While the situation was eventually brought to a close thanks to the brave efforts of Police Captain Mike Cosgrove and his quick thinking of bringing VHS recordings of many John Wayne films to pacify the rioting robots, it should be noted that the weekly film festival was only shortened by a single movie's length to make way for the revival of the New York syndicated World of the Psychic, hosted by Dr. Peter Venkman of Ghostbuster's fame. While Dr. Venkman isn't a stranger to angry mobs, we hope the heated welcome of his broadcast to Mabase's airwaves doesn't paint a poor picture of things to come.

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===KOHOKU PUBLIC ACADEMY WELCOMES NEW TEACHER===

It is with great pleasure that the Kohoku Public Academy welcomes Lieutenant Adam Weissman into the ranks of it's staff. With his extensive military background as a former pilot and Commander in the Galaxy Garrison with five years service as a highly trained instructor, Mr. Weissman will be teaching Health Sciences for the Academy and assisting with some of the Physical Education classes. The faculty staff welcomes Mr. Weissman warmly and looks forwards to him becoming part of our community and hopes he will become a valued colleague in the Kohoku Public Academy's continued efforts to educate and enrich it's students.

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==THREE TEENS CRITICALLY INJURED IN AIRSHIP THEFT==
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Sad news this evening from the Plowse Bridge as a shower of bricks seemingly came out of nowhere, raining down destruction on passersby this afternoon. Two teens were taken to the Mabase Wellness Center for broken bones and scrapes while a third was rushed to the not yet officially opened Medical Mechanica hospital to undergo intensive care for a fractured skull after he was apparently buried alive in the wake.

Originally Police were hesitant to assign blame to any one entity but shortly afterwards the airship, Timelady's Grace, was stolen from where it was docked on the Plowse Bridge Observation Tower, presumably to help the assailant get away. A reward has been issued for information leading to the arrest of the unknown perpetrator and the safe return of the Timelady's Grace.

===MEDICAL MECHANICA HOSPITAL TO OPEN SOON===
While known across various worlds for medical robots, the people living on Twisted haven't seen much of the medical side of Medical Mechanica in recent years. Possibly in response to that a new hospital facility is scheduled to open soon due to the recent influx of large scale events that are beyond the scope of the Twisted Wellness Center such the train that collided into Cemetery Lane, the riot at New Market Mall and today's top story. As par the course with the elusive company, no actual details have been revealed outside the initial announcement but they did make a special exception over the boy involved in this afternoon's attack and with their help he is expected to make a full recovery.

===RUMOR CONTROL: An Editorial===
Please stop sending in information about the urban legend of the Icehouse Killer. There has never been any concrete proof of such an individual. There are very few wheelchair-bound citizens of Mabase so the odds of an unknown murder rolling around at night is preposterous. Until the Police Department issue an official statement we will treat all submitted reports as trolling. This modern culture should be ashamed of itself not only trying to cause a panic in our small recovering burg but implying something sinister about a disabled individual is positively insulting.

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==NEW MARKET RIOT==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 27th, 2019

Earlier today the New Market Mall was the scene of chaos when a Laser Tag game got out of hand and spread across the mall sending onlookers into a panic. Things escalated when autonomous plants began to join into the confusion sending an unnamed security guard into a frenzy that resulted in large scale property damage and required the Mabase City Police Department to step in and return order to the insanity. While the autonomous plants seemed to be a short-lived event, an on-going investigation has begun to track down goods that were shoplifted during the disturbance. In total more than fifteen businesses are reporting losses and the mall itself has had to lock its doors for the next few days while it attempts to repair the damage done and return to safe, normal operations.

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==CEMETERY LANE SHUTDOWN==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 27th, 2019

LATE EDITION: Early Monday morning a displaced train engine found itself barreling down [[Cemetery Lane]] disrupting traffic and causing an uproar before coming to a halt against the fence of the [[Peaceful Glade Cemetery]]. Luckily no one was hurt in the arrival aside from damage to a number of passing vehicles.

Arriving on this vehicle was a newcomer to Twisted who was taken to the Courthouse Clinic for observation and treated for injuries received prior to his arrival. His name has not yet been released.

The train itself, owned by the 'UMBRELLA CORPORATION' according to the markings on the side, was taken away later that evening by a joint Tricell/[[Medical Mechanica]] venture and repairs on the road were underway almost immediately afterwards. When asked how this was allowed to happen or why the damage wasn't taken care of automatically, the [[Bishop 3.2]] unit tasked with the stability of Twisted declined comment.

Roadwork is expected to be completed this week.

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==GEGOSHI STEPS DOWN - BISHOP TAKES POSITION==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: May 24th, 2018

This morning saw Twisted's beloved [[Gegoshi]] stepping down from her position. As should be widely known, Gegoshi Syntha 3.0 is an advanced synthetic lifeform who's purpose was to maintain the stability of Twisted, keeping it safe for those who arrive here. As more stability was needed, the strain on poor Gegoshi became greater. Our former ruling leader, [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]], only intensified this by putting additional strain on the synth using her and her abilities to change Twisted - the full depths of which are still being uncovered.

Gegoshi was recently granted full ownership of herself and given the free will and ability to decide for herself what she wanted to do. Apparently in response to this a new synth, Bishop, arrived on Twisted to fulfill her role. While this reporter can't speak of the specifics of this arrangement we do know that all of Gegoshi's duties, including maintaining and running the information kiosks around Twisted, where transferred over to the newly arrived [[Bishop 3.2]] as of 10:46 AM.

Given her sudden freedom, Gegoshi has expressed interest in exploring the multiverse untethered and has resigned from Twisted's Council following the departure of Luna last April. This leaves current control of the Council firmly in the hands of [[Setsuna|Setsuna Meioh]], [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]], and [[Tabitha|Tabitha Li-Bogard]] until new council members can be brought in to replace them. With luck these positions won't be vacant long.

For all she's done for Twisted, we at the Twisted Gazette want to wish Gegoshi the best of luck in her future endeavors. She will always have a home here. As for our newest addition, we extend the warmest welcome to Bishop. Hopefully your time with us will be as pleasant as possible.

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==THE GREAT TWISTED FIRE==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: Jul 25th, 2016

A weekend that shall forever go down in infamy. July 29 a fire broke out in the Integra's Arms apartments, likely due to an oven being left running while the room's owner was out of town. While it's still too early to do more than speculate, the fire soon spread quickly out of control. By 1:33pm the entire apartment complex was a blazing inferno. Teams rushed to put out the fires but it only seemed to fuel the intensity. By 2:15pm the fire had spread to the adjacent buildings sending all of central Twisted City into a panic.

It didn't take long before the fire engulfed the entire city sending the horizon aflame with a brightness that could be seen from across the bay at our neighboring city, Neo-Edo. One resident went on record as saying, "It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... until the smell of burning fur and flesh hit my nostrils." Disturbingly the aroma drifting across the water increased sales of Pizza Cats Pizza almost 300%. Unable to keep up with the demand the Pizza Cats Pizza Parlor suffered an unfortunately timed accident and yet another fire broke out.

Unable to tend to the fire due to all available firefighters already assisting with the Twisted City blaze, this secondary fire soon spread out of control as well. By 1am both cities where engulfed in flames with no end in sight. It wasn't until early morning of the 31st that things where finally brought under control, not due to the heroic efforts of Twisted's residents - but because there was simply nothing left to burn.

It was then that an amazing show of fourth wall breaking lead by both resident heroes [[Freakazoid]] and [[Earthworm Jim]] managed to reboot our universe from a backup by finding and murdering Johnny C after luring him out of Hell with the promise of burritos. While we were lucky this time, I fear that should a catastrophic event like this happen again our world is doomed. Luckily we were all here to band together in our time of need. This was an event to never be forgotten. One that will live on in infamy and a story that will be told for generations to come.

God bless us, everyone.

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==XENOMORPHS VANQUISHED==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: May 5th, 2016

After nearly a month of being under siege by the alien creatures known as Xenomorphs, TASK Force has officially announced that the streets of our beloved city are once again safe to travel without citizens needing to fear being dragged to alien hives and used as breeding hosts. Perhaps the most surprising news about this event is that it was not our hard working TASK officers who finally located the Xenomorphs' hive and put an end to their menace. Instead, we owe are continued alien free streets to a group of stalwart citizens who all have taken residence upon the Zeku-Kari beach.

[[Muradin]], [[Morgana]], [[Doommuffin]] and [[Urus]] have all been reported and confirmed to have been the ones responsible for vanquishing this threat.

Although the siren and the dwarf were unavailable for comments, this intrepid reporter was able to procure an exclusive interview with both the gnome Doommuffin and the hyena hybrid Urus.

Lady Doommuffin explained that she is qualified as both a deathknight and a tinkerer while still maintaining strong ties to her faction of her homeworld known as the Alliance. An intriguing character, she went to further explain that whenever she is not busy eliminating threats to our city she spends her time engineering projects of her own creation and purpose. Her latest invention is a robotic felonoid body that has the intended purpose of being a combat form for her ghostly cat pet, Deathcake. Deathcake declined to offer any comments.

She went on to explain that she and Muradin Bronzebeard hail from the same world and it was this kinship that drew them to live alongside each other despite neither of them having direct contact with each other back in their own dimension. A testament of how our fair city brings all people together. Doommuffin continued to say that gnomes and dwarves have always amicable relations even before joining the Alliance, perhaps the main reason why they felt at such ease battling the Xenomorphs side by side.

They hyena hybrid on the other hand introduced himself with far less grandeur than his gnomish compatriot. He stated that his full name is Urus Deravin and is currently in service of the Twisted Sea Kingdom, employed directly by self-proclaimed Queen of the Sea, Morgana.

Mr. Deravin previously worked for TASK as a private contractor. However, as the organization grew and had less need for bounty hunters and mercenaries in preference for actual officers, Urus' services were scarcely needed. That is when he explains how he was hired by Morgana and was offered a job as her intelligence advisor and bodyguard for when she has to deal with land dwellers. Lady Morgana, it seems, views all the beach people as her family and fall upon their jurisdiction and protection. In this way, Mr. Deravin explained, his relationship with Lady Morgana extended beyond professionalism and into friendship.

Both individuals had their unique take on the alien invaders and how they dealt with them.

"The Xenomorphs. They are nasty, destructive beasts." Went to say a surly Urus as he adjusted the bandages on his body. Visible battle scars of having dealt with the creatures. "Merely being in the same vicinity is a hazard to health. They were many in number and required a lot of hard determination to keep them from taking us over. I will not say it was easy, but it was not the worst thing to happen to me by far."

Doommuffin was equally unimpressed by the danger presented by the Xenomorphs. "I have witnessed many creatures over my time fighting for the Alliance, and with the exception of their highly caustic blood, I do not find them to be much of a challange." Shrugged the gnomish deathknight in obvious disdain for her vanquished foes. "I have faced down Dreadlords, Lesser Sha, dragons, and greater elementals, any of which would be a greater challenge than these beasts."

From both accounts, it seems that the biggest challenge that the Xenomorphs presented to the Beach Warriors were their acidic blood. Once the group was able to overcome the aliens' defense mechanism they were far easier to dispatch.

Urus offered a laugh when asked how was it exactly that these four wayward warriors were able to take down an entire alien hive. "After finding their nest you could say it was as simple as having heavier weaponry.." He hoisted the gun from its holster a few inches to give us a good idea of what kind of firepower he was talking about.

"I engage in a combat style that is primarily physical in nature, using a runeblade that also helps to power the spells I have at my disposal." Doommuffin explained on how she personally dealt with the creatures. "These spells include those relating to blood, undeath, and frost. For the smaller individuals, the 'face huggers' as I have heard them called, I simply cast Death and Decay." The gnome turned and showcase and enchantment, causing what looked almost like blood rolling from the ground in an area. "This typically is sufficient for a group."

Despite having been more than prepared to take on the threat that was the Xenomorphs, Mr. Urus felt that it was not his responsibility or that of Morgana's warriors to deal with the aliens. He offered some very verbal criticism for TASK, who were once his previous employers.

"Now let me ask you, is not TASK supposed to be doing this?" Asked an irked Urus "The lady Morgana is PREGNANT, and she has more drive than most of them. They are busy trying to give tickets to nice [[2016-03-22 (PostU) Ranma vs the Tank|tank ladies]]. A fluffy bunny could do that. It is up to citizens like you and me to keep our selves and the community safe."

Doomuffin instead decided to offer some helpful advice for the rest of the Twisted citizens.

"I highly suggest that any inhabitants that wish to live or work that close to the wastelands to more properly defend their land. Please utilize automated turrets, security cameras, land mines, and high-decibel alarm systems to ensure your safey and the safety of others. If you wish to have assistance with such an upgrade project, I would be happy to assist once I have completed the current phase of upgrades to Deathcake's robotic body."

Authorities informed the public that the Xenomorph hive location was under a cabbage farm located further in the outskirts of the city and closer to the wastelands. The farm, and entirety of the alien hive, has now been vaporized by one of TASK Director Kotal Kahn's obliterating sun rays.

The [[The Cabbage Guy|owner]] of the farm has been thus far unavailable for comments.

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==TANK ATTACK DESTROYS MOST OF DOWNTOWN TWISTED (USUAL SPARED)==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: March 22nd, 2016

Today a large rocket-propelled Sherman tank tore its way across Twisted creating a swathe of destruction. Luckily most of the initial damage was prevented by local hero Freakazoid. Unsurprisingly the driver of the tank, an as yet still unidentified woman, was apparently making her way to the Usual Restaurant. After a brief stop and the harassment of customers this tank-woman was forced to leave the Restaurant by T.A.S.K. Officer [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]].

Presumably in response to being asked to leave the Sherman tank was again taken by the unidentified woman and due to heavily illegal modifications was launched like a rocket at the Usual Restaurant endangering the lives of the citizens still refusing to leave inside.

Luckily for the Usual the day was saved thanks to the heroic efforts of another unidentified red-haired woman with a jacket that stated 'UR BITCH'. We at the Twisted Gazette can only hope this isn't the heroic woman's name.

Although lives were spared, most of the shops on the street were shutdown for the remainder of the day for repairs and traffic was at a standstill for most of the afternoon. Stores should hopefully be reopening tomorrow morning.

Please notify T.A.S.K. of any information leading to the capture and arrest of this tank-driving madwoman.

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==NEW TWISTED ORGANIZATION; THE WELCOME CENTER==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: March 8th, 2016

Greetings Twisted public! Your very own inquisitive Tengu reporter here bringing you more exciting news occurring in our ever changing community. Today's story is a brand new governmental branch opening their doors; the long awaited Welcome Center.

Although the Welcome Center had officially opened for some weeks now, [[2016-03-01_(PostU)_Unwelcome_Guests|certain incidents]] had prevented this reporter from securing a proper interview with its staff. After repeated tries, the leader of the Welcome Center, a young lady with sparkling rainbow colored hair, [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]], finally met with us to describe how this new organization came to be. Miss Hurris explained that she is currently the second in command in TASK, serving as the right hand of Director [[Kotal Kahn]]. She is, however, the defacto leader of the Welcome Center and oversees its procedures. Like many others living here in Twisted, Miss Hurris has not spent much time in this city, but seems to have acclimated very well and was noticed due to her actions. She went on to explain more about her true nature, which is not entirely human as one may initially assume.

"I'm a phoenix, and over four hundred years old, so when I say I've had a lot of odd jobs, I mean a lot of odd jobs. From mechanic on a capital ship to a professional backup dancer. You name a job, if it doesn't require a specialized degree, I've probably at least attempted to do it. Other than leadership positions... This is actually the first time anyone's put me into a leadership position."

Despite her claims of relatively little experience to jobs that require leadership, Miss Hurris has been quick to take command of the Welcome Center and has made it fully operational in remarkable short time. She explained the purpose of this new organization as a service that TASK has created that caters specifically to the newly displaced.

"We're there to help people adjust to a new life here in Twisted, point them towards the resources available here, and hopefully find them a place here in a more metaphorical sense than just a place to live." Said and enthusiastic Welcome Center director.

The question in everyone's minds is this however, Twisted City has been around for a long time. Why is it that it's not until now that a seemingly crucial organization such as this has been created?

"Well, to be honest..." Miss Hurris frowned as she answered "It's more or less just... something that had been floating around in my mind. TASK often gets called in to deal with convergences, be they legitimate dangers or just someone that's panicking about being in a strange place. So I was thinking, with something that happens as often as it is... The newly converged are so often just left to fend for themselves. People don't get told of the generosity of the Integra Arms and Usual Restaurant." Miss Hurris laughed "My first week in Twisted I spent sleeping in trees because I didn't know I had another option. So it's something that was building up in my mind, and when a friend mentioned she was thinking of creating a consulting office for the same thing... I saw that it had to be done. So I recruited both [[Sunset]] and [[Serenity]], who is an absolute natural at this, and was more or less already doing it on her own just because she's... well, Serenity, put it before Kotal as a proposal, and bam, there we were going."

Miss Hurris had some interesting comments to say about thoughts for the future. Although operating with minimal staff and resources, she sounds confident that their efforts will soon take them to higher heights.

"We're currently at the bottom floor of TASK headquarters, we're looking into the possibility of eventually moving to a separate building, and perhaps even splitting from TASK entirely. Sunset and Serenity are really the stronger counselors, it comes more naturally to them, but I'm trying to get the hang of it as well."

"Somehow it always seems so much harder to do when I'm doing it in an official manner than when I was just out on the street. I guess it's the pressure of being the place people go to, rather than just a kind stranger on the street."

It appears that at long last, newcomers to Twisted will no longer have to suffer days or nearly weeks of confusion before someone explains to them what happened are where they now find themselves. Perhaps he are seeing the beginning of a bright new ear for our city. This reporter certainly hopes so!

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===ALIEN INVASION===
Over the past weeks, alarming reports have come through that grotesque creatures have been appearing all over the city. These creatures called [http://tse4.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.Mb1e15b2154db75369928b19531fb0f57H0&pid=15.1 Xenomorphs]have begun terrorizing citizens wherever they appear and unlucky victims of their attacks find themselves either eaten on the spot or dragged away to their currently unknown lairs.

TASK has been taking steps to keep these aliens under control and has [[2016-03-04_(PostU)_Creeping_Shadows|successfully minimized]] their damage through quick response teams and aid of strong willed citizens.

In the meantime, citizens are advised to tread carefully and avoid isolated spots until this invasion is contained.

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==TWISTED WELCOMES NEW NEIGHBORS, CITY & CITIZENS APPEAR FROM FOG==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: January 4th, 2016

Good evening and Happy New Year. Citizens of Twisted City had a surprise this past weekend as the fog finally cleared on one end of the Twisted Street only to discover it no longer leading into the Wastelands but instead to our new neighboring [[:Category:Neo-Edo|city of Neo-Edo]]. For those who've made Twisted their home recently this came as a source of shock and confusion but to long time residence this sort of thing used to be common. While [[Senor_Diablo|Señor Diablo]] was not available for comment the automated [[Gegoshi]] kiosks around Twisted were quick to point out that this was a planned appearance and that calm should be maintained.

Neo-Edo comes with it a few familiar old places including one of the more popular former establishments of Twisted City - The [[Pizza Cats Pizza Emporium]]. Owner and manager [[Samurai_Pizza_Cats|Francine]] had this to say: "We don't know what happened, but what can we do? We're still making pizza! Can we make one for you?" Hopefully our new sister city will be around for many years.

===ADVERTISEMENT - WELCOME CITIZENS OF NEO-EDO!===

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===RUMORS OF "ICEHOUSE KILLER" BEGIN TO CIRCULATE===

Hopefully not a side effect of the newly connected city of Neo-Edo, an urban legend about a supposed "Icehouse Killer" are beginning to make rounds this morning. The story claims that a man in a wheelchair appears late at night on various street corners asking people traveling alone "Do you like Icehouse?" From there the story devolves into tales of people being tortured or murdered by the wheelchair bound man. We at the Twisted Gazette would like to remind readers that while there is no evidence of any such occurrence taking place, caution should always be taken when traveling the streets alone. If you must go out, try to bring a friend, ride the bus, or hire a taxi. Only fools take chances when they don't have to.

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===CAR VANDAL STRIKES AGAIN===

Local resident [[Coop|Harold Cooplowski]] (27) was the latest victim in a series of recent car vandalisms which have been popping up around Twisted the past two months. In the latest incident not only where the sparkplugs removed from his vehicle while visiting the Usual Restaurant but when filing a report the next day he was horrified to find it partially painted red with what appeared to be goats blood.

"I-I can't believe it! Who would DO such a thing?! You monsters!! When I find the rest of my robot I'm coming for you!!"

While the suspect has yet to be identified the source of the blood was no surprise. Many had stocked up at a recent sale held by Ray's Occult Books. The owner and proprietor, [[Stantz|Ray Stantz]] (40), had this to say: "Hey, goats blood is a hot item. I can't be held responsible for its popularity!"

[[Flandre]] Scarlet, an employee of Ray's Occult Books, agrees wholeheartedly.

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==NAGAS QUELLED==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: December 4th, 2015

The citizens of Twisted city can rejoice today as TASK announced that the Naga insurgents roaming the Zeku-Kari waters have been dealt with in a completely peaceful manner.

Though TASK had largely received very positive feedback ever since its reemergence, many citizens questioned its ability to resolve the problems that had plagued Twisted recently. To this day, the fog monsters continue roaming the streets and the Joker, responsible for the destruction of the DMC building and other acts of terror, remains at large. When warnings came of an amphibious tribe of serpentine humanoids trying to take over our beaches, TASK's ability to do more than simply keep the dangers at bay was put heavily into question.

Finally, our new TASK force of security has proven that they do have the resources and manpower to deal with dangers that threaten our city. However, many citizens were surprised to find that this success is largely thanks to a citizen that assisted TASK in its efforts to deal with the Naga. In an effort to uncover the truth to its fullest, this reporter sought out this outstanding individual and acquired an exclusive interview with the mermaid [[Morgana]].

When interviewed, lady Morgana stated that Director Kotal and TASK have worked very hard to keep the people of Twisted safe from all sorts of threats, and that this time, even though she does not form part of TASK directly she was able to offer her aide in protecting Twisted from a threat that came from the sea.

As for how she managed to accomplish such a fantastic feat as to pacify the Naga, Lady Morgana was kind enough to explain just what are the extent of her powers and abilities.

"I am gifted by being in a unique position of being born of the sea and having the skills to see this threat neutralized. The folk of the Naga tribe have been safely settled in a deep part of the sea far from land. The people of Twisted need not fear them any longer. I would kindly request that the Naga be left in peace and not sought out by the land dwelling folks."

Wanting to learn all sides from the story, this reporter interviewed TASK director [[Kotal Kahn]] who had some very interesting thoughts as to why he perceived letting Lady Morgana handle the situation was better than having TASK tackle the problem head on.

"The Naga, I am told, are a very warlike tribe who see themselves as the natural rulers of the sea, and were not too thrilled to find that they now had to share their new home with many who they deemed intruders to their territory. Normally, beings of such nature are impossible to negotiate with, but even though it would have been very easy for me to dive into their waters and slay them, as many of my most trusted confidants reminded me, there are quite a few among us that use the realm of Twisted as a way to start life anew. The Naga may have thought that they had to carry the warlike traditions of their homeland here, and it is our duty as long stand residents of Twisted, to teach newcomers like that them that they can find peace in this realm. I believe I made the right choice waiting for Morgana to negotiate with them in a peaceful manner and spare their lives."

Director Kotal Kahn went on to say that he wishes to use this incident to dispel the notion that because he is the god of war his solution to any obstacle is to destroy it. He wanted to assure this reporter and the citizens of Twisted as whole, that his job as head of TASK is to preserve the peace and such takes priority over his domain as a deity.

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==ATTACK ON DMC==

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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: October 13th, 2015

Earlier this week, a terrorist attack destroyed the Devil May Cry building via use of explosives. Though no TASK officers or civilians appear to have been hurt by the blast, the DMC suffered massive damage. Civilians and staff who resided there were forced to relocate to the TASK Building adjacent to the Town Hall. At the time of this writing repairs where already under way, but the damage done to the hearts of those involved will take far longer to heal.

With reports of monster producing-demonic fog spreading through most of Twisted City it seems that there is no end for the troubles plaguing our home. When interviewed, TASK's newly appointed director, the enigmatic '''[[Kotal Kahn]]''', had this to say about those whom he has dubbed 'enemies of the state'

“I will flay the flesh off their bones!!!”

Shortly after storming off, another TASK employee approached this reporter and introduced herself as '''[[Minu]]''', Kotal's personal assistant. She had this to say in regards to Kotal Kahn's comment.

"Our director is very passionate about the job at hand and equally passionate about seeing justice served for all of Twisted. There are coordinated efforts in place for the identification of persons of interest. We will of course keep the media apprised of any pertinent information that would benefit the public at large.”

Despite the assurance for information to be made public, details about the attack itself are scarce - however eye witness reports outside of TASK point to the illusive Joker last seen almost two years ago after the destruction of the original Integra's Arms building. An attack which at the time of this writing he has still not been brought to justice for.

After our interview, the following information was posted publicly across TASK broadbands regarding suspects being sought for involvement in the recent attacks:

FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO THE ARREST AND CAPTURE
* Harley Quinn - $10,000
* The Joker - $50,000
* Mileena - $100,000

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==The Twisted Gazette Late Edition==
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Article By: Red Corder 
Posted Date: June 14, 2015

===TASK RETURNS===
TASK has returned with a strong presence spearheaded by resident [[Dante|Dante Sparda]]. Some residents have questioned this move, however with the recent uptake in crime, those questions have been fully answered. The recent blotters by the officers of [[:Category:TASK|TASK]] have been welcomed by many.

One Jay Kerr has this to say on the subject: "Well, as a long standing citizen of this realm I have to question anyone who puts on a badge and starts touting that they are here to protect us when everything is rather fine. I mean, it's not like we have homicidal maniacs kicking in doors, while promising puppies and instead brandishing chainsaws. That's madness! Things are just fine as they are. Especially since the bat problem has been taken care of."

This reporter however disagrees with this, and welcomes TASK back. The following is recent blotters that have been posted for the public to see, and be made aware of those who would seemingly disrupt the peace [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]] has brought to us.
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[[File:Harley-Ivy_01.png|right|110px|thumb|Harley Quinn from a Gotham Police lineup]]
[[Harley Quinn]] - Subdued in the process of armed robbery, and charged with disorderly conduct, vandalism, assaulting an officer of the law, and resisting arrest. Later released on probation and given a sentence of Community Service.

[[Prinnies|Prinny #4572]] - Taken into custody after threatening to detonate explosives if they were not taken more seriously. Sentenced to counseling and anger management.

Bob Llewellyn - Arrested and charged with kidnapping, assault, and an overall a bad smegging attitude. Remains in custody pending trial.

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==From the Desk of Miyamoto Takashi, a brief editorial==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: May 12, 2014

Good morning ladies and gentlemen of Twisted. This is your new news correspondent Miyamoto Takashi, filling in for [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] while he's out on location with an upcoming story. As you know his absence left a considerable impact with the Twisted Gazette, reducing us to our normal fair of yard sales and weather reports. As such I've been asked to step up and try and bring you news at least half as exciting as what many of you came to expect from our fine paper. Let me kick this off by saying this is an honor for me and I hope I can be here for a long time to come.

===COFFEE OF DOOM UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP===

Coming out of nowhere [[Coffee_of_Doom | Coffee of Doom]], our favorite local coffee house known for its unique attitude towards customers, has been placed under the ownership of local citizen [[Tina | Tina Guzmán]]. Tina formerly ran Mucho Mocha before being displaced along with many citizens in the Hell embargo back in what we now refer to as [[New_Unified_Twisted_History | 6 DT]]. When asked if she would be keeping the store policies of Coffee of Doom Ms Guzman responded, "We'll see how it goes. I didn't come here just to change everything."

===SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY IN THE WASTELANDS===

Reports have begun coming in about monsters and fighting in the chaotic wastelands which surround Twisted. While this comes as no surprise to residents, the numbers of these reports have increased dramatically over the past month. Be cautious when traveling outside the city everyone.

===TASK TO RETURN TO TWISTED===

Our demon in charge, [[Senor_Diablo | Señor Diablo]], has started plans to revitalize TASK as a police force for Twisted. Previous TASK was tasked with monitoring the portals of connected worlds and trying to prevent cross-world contamination. In a statement released earlier this week by [[Gegoshi]] a new method of 'moving' portals has been used to create a tower from which TASK can carry out both sets of duties without one interfering with the other. It is not known yet if previous members of TASK will be welcomed back under the new regime but many are already calling for the reinstatement of [[Satyrn]] who hasn't been seen since Diablo closed the doors on the original organization.

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==MEDICAL MACHINA RUNNING MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS? MAYBE!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: September 11, 2011

[[Medical_Mechanica|Medical Machina]] has come under fire for refusing to answer why it has opened its doors to disorientated time-travellers free of charge, despite stong public demand for their agenda to be revealed.

Over the last few weeks addled humans and non-humans have begun to appear without warning in Twisted City, most with no idea of how they got there or where they came from.

However, almost as if expecting this event, Medical Machina instantly opened their doors at the Integra Arms Apartments - offering free lodging to these troubled time-travellers.

Suspiciously the same courtesy has not been offered to natives of Twisted City - the free lodgings only offered to those of a confirmed otherworldly background.

"Medical Machina has authorised [[Integra%27s_Arms_Apartments|Integra's Arms LLC]] to offer housing to the refugees of time or space who have been displaced on or have arrived on Twisted," Medical Machina spokesperson Debbie said to the Twisted Times.

"Medical Mechanica cares about the life of Twisted's citizens. Medical Mechanica understands the needs of those new comers who arrive in our little town."

However when asked about why a medically financed cooporation has so much interest in the new arrivals, Medical Machina simply repeated its statement.

"Medical Machina claims ownership over this (the Integra Arms) and most of the buildings in Twisted... we're been given the run around! What are they up to?" A concerned citizen, [[Senor_Diablo|Senor Diablo]], told the Twisted Gazette.
"Who in the hell *is* Medical Machina? This whole thing doesn't feel quite right."

The Twisted Gazette warns any newcomers to be careful to read all paperwork and forms before signing up for free accomodation at the Integra Arms, or else you might find yourself tied to a chair and undergoing electroshock therapy.

Twisted Gazette - always giving you the information scoop, double serves in a waffle cone of justice!

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==VAMPIRES OR KILLER LEACHES?!?==
Posted Date: December 7th, 2010

[[File:Cemetary.png|right|120px]]''Torn from the second page of the Twisted Gazette:''

This morning the body of 18 year old Elizabeth Takahasi was found in an open grave at the [[Peaceful Glade Cemetary]] having been drained of it's blood. The homeless woman was last seen near [[Nowhereto Park]] last night by a Miss [[Yoiko|Yoiko HIbiki]]. At the time of printing, Miss Hibiki was unavailable for comment.

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==TWISTED CITY WARZONE!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: January the 25th, 2009

[[File:Chaos_large.jpg|right|frame|'''PERFECT CHAOS''': The beast identified as "Perfect Chaos" lived up to its name, destroying several skyscrapers in the Twisted City area. Just one of many photographs of the beast in Twisted City Central from Twisted Gazette, on scene.]]

Twisted Residents are no longer safe in their last bastion of civilised life, as Twisted City has become a warzone this week, devastated in a series of horrific sweep attacks.

Twisted City, while designated ruins by the Council, is the home to thousands of citizens who seek out to live out their daily lives. It also had, until recently, a thriving shopping district.

But two days ago a massive water serpent rose in the centre of the city, destroying dozens of structures and flooding hundreds of street blocks.

The water serpent was eventually thwarted by a group of several vigilantes, from furred creatures to teenage girls, who fought to keep the situation under control.

However, the city was attacked by a skull-faced man named "Skeletor" and his panther only a day after, causing serious injuries to a handful of different vigilantes.

They were able to thwart his rampage. However, several buildings were damaged and two collapsed due to the skeleton man's assault.

This comes at a time when hordes of zombies, vampires, demons and other nightmarish creatures are tearing up Twisted's streets.

Both incidents in Twisted City lasted up to a hour with no response from either TASK or Twisted's Council, much to the confusion of those involved.

Vigilantes on scene were overheard voicing disgust over both bodies lack of inaction on the recent chaos to lash Twisted's citizens.

Individuals who showed up on scene were uncoordinated, and were seen frequently arguing amongst each other while trying to coordinate their efforts.

"Wh-What kind of horrible name (for an attack) is that? ... silence your inane attack names, woman!" One black hedgehog was seen yelling at an individual only known as "Sailor Moon".

"I can't, it's tied to vocal commands!.. Starlight-Honeymoon-Therapy-Kiss!"

While heroism was witnessed on the day, individuals are beginning to ask if the incident should have occured at all.

"I don't believe the incident could have been resolved with a shotgun, no matter what that journalist (Twisted Life News Glen Slin) says," a Twisted City resident and chef, Akito Tenkawa said to the Twisted Gazette.

"They're not going to get me to fight as a vigilante, damn it! I'm just a cook!"

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==CHAOS RULING TWISTED'S STREETS!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: January the 22th, 2009

[[File:Genma.gif|right|frame|'''Devastation Everywhere''': Twisted Resident [[Genma|Genma Saotome]] is just one of countless everyday people who have been forced to live in unimaginable hardship, due to TASK and the Twisted Council's inaction.]]

Terror is gripping the hearts of Twisted's already troubled citizens, as new horrors are now stalking its once stagnant streets.

What was once a rare occurance is now becoming more than commonplace. Zombies, vampires, demons and half-demons, black feathered angels, gargoyles, dastartly elves and humans are now plaguing the lives of the innocent.

Hundreds of sightings of these creatures have been reported across not only the Twisted City ruins, but also along the various streets from Another to Atrophic way.

Twisted's already abysmally high injury and mortality rates have tripled over the last month, with no relief forthcoming from either TASK or Twisted's Council.

Both organisations refused to respond to calls from the Twisted Times regarding the chaos now plaguing the streets.

The chaos comes during a time when citizens are begging for intervention and the formation of a crime fighting force to deal with the issue.
Twisted Resident and father Genma Saotome said it was "absolutely ridiculous" that TASK and the Council allegedly cared more about residents not even aware of Twisted more than residents like himself.

"Me an' my boy are tryin' to carve out an honest day's living here without getting harrased by zombies and nutjobs, we had enough of that back home!" Mr Saotome said.

"Now we've got to fight every day, and that just isn't what the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts is all about! It's about honest living and integrity, and we can't do that right now.

"Because of these wackjobs harrassing us everyday citizens at every turn, I've been forced to steal- for my very survival- meals from others like me!

"Now this TASK or Council or whatever better give us compensation for our suffering, or I'm going to write a formal complaint!"

Twisted's Council is currently at conflict with Hell's Council after a mysterious gate to Twisted's underworld was discovered several months ago.

The inter-council conflict followed rumors of its numbers being decimated by unknown assailants.

Rumors also persist that a mysterious message travelling around Twisted is the source of the street's recent sufferings.

Is this is a concentrated and organised outbreak, another ploy of Hell's council or simply a coincidental surge of dastardly arrivals to Twisted's streets?

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==HEIST AT THE MUSEUM!==
Posted Date: January 17th, 2009

''An article appears in the Twisted Gazette, a local paper produced with low-quality materials from a small office in the 'stable' city ruins, on the morning of January the 17th, 2009...''

Yesterday, the Museum of Trans-Dimensional Artefacts was victim to a heist as three as-yet unidentified criminals wearing outlandish costumes entered the establishment alongside ordinary civilians - many costumed themselves in celebration of a special 'heroes and villains' exhibit.

Several floors of the museum were torn open in the battle that ensued, but relatively little was actually stolen. Two costumes have been catalogued as missing, along with several priceless pieces of jewellry. Two wardens, Robert McCluskin (41) and Harold Byrnes (32), were killed in this heinous attack. Several others were found in various states of injury, resulting from blunt impacts to the head and body.

Only one citizen was caught in the uproar, and was apprehended leaving the building in a state of shock and confusion. Miss Selina Kyle (29), has told the Gazette that all three criminals involved seemed quite powerful and are almost certainly insane. This deliberate threat to innocent lives begs the question, do the migrant people of Twisted need to be protected by a police force?

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== SUPPLEMENTAL: A Mysterious Flyer==
Posted Date: December 19th, 2008

A flier is being carried around on Twisted Street's fickle winds. When picked up, words reveal for only those with evil intent.

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|''Tired of wandering around committing evil acts on your own, when two or three would get it done easier?'' 
''Killed everyone you could tell about all the people you've killed, and looking for tougher company?'' 
''Looking for somewhere you can hole up between massacres where all those pesky do-gooders can't get at you?'' 
''Just arrived on Twisted Street, and can't find ``your'' sort of people walking about?'' 
''Sick of good and evil causes, when the only cause that really matters is your own?'' 
''Become a Wraithshadow!''

''The Wraithshadows are an evil fraternity stretching back to time immemorial with no allegiances other than dedication to themselves.'' 
''Wraithshadows are a family of evil beings from all walks of worlds, tied together by blood of an entirely different sort.'' 
''Enjoy the allegiance of `Headmaster' (Master of collecting heads) Datenshi Wraithshadow, and other evil denizens.'' 
''The Wraithshadow Manor is protected by nigh-impenetrable sealing magics that will repel even the most righteous so-called "heroes" seeking your demise.'' 

''Come to Wraithshadow Manor where the decor is to die for, and enjoy all the perks of living for your own benefit.''

'''(Members of Twisted or Hell's council need not apply. At all.)'''

''~ Suzumi Wraithshadow, Master of Ceremonies.''
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OOC: Page #mail Datenshi to set up RP or discuss joining the Wraithshadows.
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==FORMER PEACEKEEPERS BRAWL AT S-MART==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 17th, 2026 

Shoppers at our local S-Mart where sent into chaos when two combatants had it out in the [[S-Mart Parking Lot | S-Mart parking lot]] resulting in the destruction of several vehicles and a 'man sized' crater nearby. Based on eye witness accounts a female combatant identified as former T.A.S.K Agent [[Satyrn | Satyrn Tarn]] arrived from some sort of dimensional portal and was confronted by visiting super hero [[Superboy]], himself a former Mabase Police Department Officer. The two duked it out while battling against some kind of demon-like creature until they where interrupted by a third as of yet unidentified male suspect. Most citizens fled the scene in the ensuing chaos but the ones that stayed described it as "pretty cool."

S-Mart was open for business as usual the following day. So far there has yet to be an official statement from the [[Mabase City Courthouse | Mabase Police Department]] regarding charges being pressed or reimbursement for damaged vehicles. When pressed, Acting Police Chief, Captain Mike Cosgrove only stated, "No comment."

===NEW MARKET MALL EXPLOSION?===
There have been several reports of a massive explosion and subsequent light show from the vicinity of the [[Higashi Ayase Street | New Market Mall]] last week. While details are inconsistent, enough reports have come in to warrant an investigation. At this time there is no evidence of such an event and no damages reported. Local officials are urging citizens not to be too concerned with the event, describing it as a "localized visual disturbance."

Some reports have described a sort of 'deja-vu' moment at approximately the same time the incident occurred. No official acknowledgement of this has yet been made.

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==CHIEF OF POLICE COLLAPSES==
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Earlier today, much of the police department activities seemed to momentarily come to a complete halt before returning to near normal, but with some of the officers looking somewhat spooked. Many had assumed some freaky etheric monster had invaded the headquarters, but the truth is both less and more interesting at the same time. The only attack that reportedly occurred this morning was a fairly mundane(cosmically speaking, of course. This kind of thing seems to be something that happens in every universe) panic attack. While at first this doesn't even seem worth reporting, it was the Chief of Police herself, former councilwoman Rayne Hurris that had the episode. Reportedly, after an all-night work shift, a large number of relatively minor and mundane reports and inquiries overloaded the Chief, and witnesses say she simply collapsed after hyperventilating. She was taken to a clinic where her condition was diagnosed.

"I told her she should take a longer vacation," one officer who asked to remain anonymous told us. "By the books, she had three months built up, but she's never taken more than personal and sick days off." Doctors reportedly have ordered her to take her entire accumilated vacation time to recooperate. The anonymous officer also told us, "She needs to learn to relax. We have this handled. Now I'm gonna get a can of hash and a cup of coffee." More official sources have stated that a temporary replacement will be announced shortly.

''((OOC note from Rayne's player: This has actually been a long time coming. I had originally planned on something akin to this happening months ago, before all the insanity of the real world hit, and I intended it to be played out as a scene. As some of you may be aware, I work retail and have thus continued to work the entire time. In fact, my workload increased significantly for a while. What began as something to remove myself from having a character in a position where people expect me to play significant roles in the types of RP that I'm not particularly fond of quickly became a reflection of my real life self. I dreaded playing Rayne even more. I dreaded seeing people making characters with the intent of playing them alongside the chief even though I wasn't planning to keep Rayne there for long. I withdrew more, and then it really became too much of a reflection of my real life when I actually had a panic attack at work. After a later mental breakdown at work, I finally realized that I wasn't just putting it off because of laziness or difficulty getting people in to play the scene as I wanted. I didn't /want/ to play the scene anymore. I didn't want to relive that again. It would be a dreadful scene, a downer in so many tones and far too akin to real life for me rather than the escapism that Role Playing is for me. So unfortunately, this will be all we get of Rayne's mental breakdown at the police station and the beginning phase of her retirement as chief of police. No, I'm not planning on dropping Rayne. She'll continue, she's just not going to be a chaotic good aligned character in charge of a lawful organization anymore.))''

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==RIOT AT THE USUAL RESTAURANT==
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Skutters. Small robotic life forms who have resided at the Usual Restaurant since the JMC Mining Copropration transport craft Starbug crashed into Twisted many years ago. Normally these claw-headed automatons seem to enjoy being tasked with the day-to-day operations of assisting patrons but when television station Channel 12 decided to reduce it's weekly John Wayne Thursdays film festival, these usually silent droids finally decided to speak out.

Tying up patrons and setting fire to the tables and chairs, this past Thursday was [[OUR DEMANDS|pandemonium]] for anyone unfortunate enough to enter the establishment. The Usual, this was not. The owner and proprieter of the Usual Restaurant, Yoiko Hibiki, had this to say, "I've never seen anything like it! It was adorable and terrifying all at the same time. The rioting was bad enough, but did they have to dress like cowboys and indians to do it? Good thing nobody got scalped."

While the situation was eventually brought to a close thanks to the brave efforts of Police Captain Mike Cosgrove and his quick thinking of bringing VHS recordings of many John Wayne films to pacify the rioting robots, it should be noted that the weekly film festival was only shortened by a single movie's length to make way for the revival of the New York syndicated World of the Psychic, hosted by Dr. Peter Venkman of Ghostbuster's fame. While Dr. Venkman isn't a stranger to angry mobs, we hope the heated welcome of his broadcast to Mabase's airwaves doesn't paint a poor picture of things to come.

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===KOHOKU PUBLIC ACADEMY WELCOMES NEW TEACHER===

It is with great pleasure that the Kohoku Public Academy welcomes Lieutenant Adam Weissman into the ranks of it's staff. With his extensive military background as a former pilot and Commander in the Galaxy Garrison with five years service as a highly trained instructor, Mr. Weissman will be teaching Health Sciences for the Academy and assisting with some of the Physical Education classes. The faculty staff welcomes Mr. Weissman warmly and looks forwards to him becoming part of our community and hopes he will become a valued colleague in the Kohoku Public Academy's continued efforts to educate and enrich it's students.

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==THREE TEENS CRITICALLY INJURED IN AIRSHIP THEFT==
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Sad news this evening from the Plowse Bridge as a shower of bricks seemingly came out of nowhere, raining down destruction on passersby this afternoon. Two teens were taken to the Mabase Wellness Center for broken bones and scrapes while a third was rushed to the not yet officially opened Medical Mechanica hospital to undergo intensive care for a fractured skull after he was apparently buried alive in the wake.

Originally Police were hesitant to assign blame to any one entity but shortly afterwards the airship, Timelady's Grace, was stolen from where it was docked on the Plowse Bridge Observation Tower, presumably to help the assailant get away. A reward has been issued for information leading to the arrest of the unknown perpetrator and the safe return of the Timelady's Grace.

===MEDICAL MECHANICA HOSPITAL TO OPEN SOON===
While known across various worlds for medical robots, the people living on Twisted haven't seen much of the medical side of Medical Mechanica in recent years. Possibly in response to that a new hospital facility is scheduled to open soon due to the recent influx of large scale events that are beyond the scope of the Twisted Wellness Center such the train that collided into Cemetery Lane, the riot at New Market Mall and today's top story. As par the course with the elusive company, no actual details have been revealed outside the initial announcement but they did make a special exception over the boy involved in this afternoon's attack and with their help he is expected to make a full recovery.

===RUMOR CONTROL: An Editorial===
Please stop sending in information about the urban legend of the Icehouse Killer. There has never been any concrete proof of such an individual. There are very few wheelchair-bound citizens of Mabase so the odds of an unknown murder rolling around at night is preposterous. Until the Police Department issue an official statement we will treat all submitted reports as trolling. This modern culture should be ashamed of itself not only trying to cause a panic in our small recovering burg but implying something sinister about a disabled individual is positively insulting.

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==NEW MARKET RIOT==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 27th, 2019

Earlier today the New Market Mall was the scene of chaos when a Laser Tag game got out of hand and spread across the mall sending onlookers into a panic. Things escalated when autonomous plants began to join into the confusion sending an unnamed security guard into a frenzy that resulted in large scale property damage and required the Mabase City Police Department to step in and return order to the insanity. While the autonomous plants seemed to be a short-lived event, an on-going investigation has begun to track down goods that were shoplifted during the disturbance. In total more than fifteen businesses are reporting losses and the mall itself has had to lock its doors for the next few days while it attempts to repair the damage done and return to safe, normal operations.

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==CEMETERY LANE SHUTDOWN==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: August 27th, 2019

LATE EDITION: Early Monday morning a displaced train engine found itself barreling down [[Cemetery Lane]] disrupting traffic and causing an uproar before coming to a halt against the fence of the [[Peaceful Glade Cemetery]]. Luckily no one was hurt in the arrival aside from damage to a number of passing vehicles.

Arriving on this vehicle was a newcomer to Twisted who was taken to the Courthouse Clinic for observation and treated for injuries received prior to his arrival. His name has not yet been released.

The train itself, owned by the 'UMBRELLA CORPORATION' according to the markings on the side, was taken away later that evening by a joint Tricell/[[Medical Mechanica]] venture and repairs on the road were underway almost immediately afterwards. When asked how this was allowed to happen or why the damage wasn't taken care of automatically, the [[Bishop 3.2]] unit tasked with the stability of Twisted declined comment.

Roadwork is expected to be completed this week.

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==GEGOSHI STEPS DOWN - BISHOP TAKES POSITION==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: May 24th, 2018

This morning saw Twisted's beloved [[Gegoshi]] stepping down from her position. As should be widely known, Gegoshi Syntha 3.0 is an advanced synthetic lifeform who's purpose was to maintain the stability of Twisted, keeping it safe for those who arrive here. As more stability was needed, the strain on poor Gegoshi became greater. Our former ruling leader, [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]], only intensified this by putting additional strain on the synth using her and her abilities to change Twisted - the full depths of which are still being uncovered.

Gegoshi was recently granted full ownership of herself and given the free will and ability to decide for herself what she wanted to do. Apparently in response to this a new synth, Bishop, arrived on Twisted to fulfill her role. While this reporter can't speak of the specifics of this arrangement we do know that all of Gegoshi's duties, including maintaining and running the information kiosks around Twisted, where transferred over to the newly arrived [[Bishop 3.2]] as of 10:46 AM.

Given her sudden freedom, Gegoshi has expressed interest in exploring the multiverse untethered and has resigned from Twisted's Council following the departure of Luna last April. This leaves current control of the Council firmly in the hands of [[Setsuna|Setsuna Meioh]], [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]], and [[Tabitha|Tabitha Li-Bogard]] until new council members can be brought in to replace them. With luck these positions won't be vacant long.

For all she's done for Twisted, we at the Twisted Gazette want to wish Gegoshi the best of luck in her future endeavors. She will always have a home here. As for our newest addition, we extend the warmest welcome to Bishop. Hopefully your time with us will be as pleasant as possible.

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==THE GREAT TWISTED FIRE==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: Jul 25th, 2016

A weekend that shall forever go down in infamy. July 29 a fire broke out in the Integra's Arms apartments, likely due to an oven being left running while the room's owner was out of town. While it's still too early to do more than speculate, the fire soon spread quickly out of control. By 1:33pm the entire apartment complex was a blazing inferno. Teams rushed to put out the fires but it only seemed to fuel the intensity. By 2:15pm the fire had spread to the adjacent buildings sending all of central Twisted City into a panic.

It didn't take long before the fire engulfed the entire city sending the horizon aflame with a brightness that could be seen from across the bay at our neighboring city, Neo-Edo. One resident went on record as saying, "It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... until the smell of burning fur and flesh hit my nostrils." Disturbingly the aroma drifting across the water increased sales of Pizza Cats Pizza almost 300%. Unable to keep up with the demand the Pizza Cats Pizza Parlor suffered an unfortunately timed accident and yet another fire broke out.

Unable to tend to the fire due to all available firefighters already assisting with the Twisted City blaze, this secondary fire soon spread out of control as well. By 1am both cities where engulfed in flames with no end in sight. It wasn't until early morning of the 31st that things where finally brought under control, not due to the heroic efforts of Twisted's residents - but because there was simply nothing left to burn.

It was then that an amazing show of fourth wall breaking lead by both resident heroes [[Freakazoid]] and [[Earthworm Jim]] managed to reboot our universe from a backup by finding and murdering Johnny C after luring him out of Hell with the promise of burritos. While we were lucky this time, I fear that should a catastrophic event like this happen again our world is doomed. Luckily we were all here to band together in our time of need. This was an event to never be forgotten. One that will live on in infamy and a story that will be told for generations to come.

God bless us, everyone.

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==XENOMORPHS VANQUISHED==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: May 5th, 2016

After nearly a month of being under siege by the alien creatures known as Xenomorphs, TASK Force has officially announced that the streets of our beloved city are once again safe to travel without citizens needing to fear being dragged to alien hives and used as breeding hosts. Perhaps the most surprising news about this event is that it was not our hard working TASK officers who finally located the Xenomorphs' hive and put an end to their menace. Instead, we owe are continued alien free streets to a group of stalwart citizens who all have taken residence upon the Zeku-Kari beach.

[[Muradin]], [[Morgana]], [[Doommuffin]] and [[Urus]] have all been reported and confirmed to have been the ones responsible for vanquishing this threat.

Although the siren and the dwarf were unavailable for comments, this intrepid reporter was able to procure an exclusive interview with both the gnome Doommuffin and the hyena hybrid Urus.

Lady Doommuffin explained that she is qualified as both a deathknight and a tinkerer while still maintaining strong ties to her faction of her homeworld known as the Alliance. An intriguing character, she went to further explain that whenever she is not busy eliminating threats to our city she spends her time engineering projects of her own creation and purpose. Her latest invention is a robotic felonoid body that has the intended purpose of being a combat form for her ghostly cat pet, Deathcake. Deathcake declined to offer any comments.

She went on to explain that she and Muradin Bronzebeard hail from the same world and it was this kinship that drew them to live alongside each other despite neither of them having direct contact with each other back in their own dimension. A testament of how our fair city brings all people together. Doommuffin continued to say that gnomes and dwarves have always amicable relations even before joining the Alliance, perhaps the main reason why they felt at such ease battling the Xenomorphs side by side.

They hyena hybrid on the other hand introduced himself with far less grandeur than his gnomish compatriot. He stated that his full name is Urus Deravin and is currently in service of the Twisted Sea Kingdom, employed directly by self-proclaimed Queen of the Sea, Morgana.

Mr. Deravin previously worked for TASK as a private contractor. However, as the organization grew and had less need for bounty hunters and mercenaries in preference for actual officers, Urus' services were scarcely needed. That is when he explains how he was hired by Morgana and was offered a job as her intelligence advisor and bodyguard for when she has to deal with land dwellers. Lady Morgana, it seems, views all the beach people as her family and fall upon their jurisdiction and protection. In this way, Mr. Deravin explained, his relationship with Lady Morgana extended beyond professionalism and into friendship.

Both individuals had their unique take on the alien invaders and how they dealt with them.

"The Xenomorphs. They are nasty, destructive beasts." Went to say a surly Urus as he adjusted the bandages on his body. Visible battle scars of having dealt with the creatures. "Merely being in the same vicinity is a hazard to health. They were many in number and required a lot of hard determination to keep them from taking us over. I will not say it was easy, but it was not the worst thing to happen to me by far."

Doommuffin was equally unimpressed by the danger presented by the Xenomorphs. "I have witnessed many creatures over my time fighting for the Alliance, and with the exception of their highly caustic blood, I do not find them to be much of a challange." Shrugged the gnomish deathknight in obvious disdain for her vanquished foes. "I have faced down Dreadlords, Lesser Sha, dragons, and greater elementals, any of which would be a greater challenge than these beasts."

From both accounts, it seems that the biggest challenge that the Xenomorphs presented to the Beach Warriors were their acidic blood. Once the group was able to overcome the aliens' defense mechanism they were far easier to dispatch.

Urus offered a laugh when asked how was it exactly that these four wayward warriors were able to take down an entire alien hive. "After finding their nest you could say it was as simple as having heavier weaponry.." He hoisted the gun from its holster a few inches to give us a good idea of what kind of firepower he was talking about.

"I engage in a combat style that is primarily physical in nature, using a runeblade that also helps to power the spells I have at my disposal." Doommuffin explained on how she personally dealt with the creatures. "These spells include those relating to blood, undeath, and frost. For the smaller individuals, the 'face huggers' as I have heard them called, I simply cast Death and Decay." The gnome turned and showcase and enchantment, causing what looked almost like blood rolling from the ground in an area. "This typically is sufficient for a group."

Despite having been more than prepared to take on the threat that was the Xenomorphs, Mr. Urus felt that it was not his responsibility or that of Morgana's warriors to deal with the aliens. He offered some very verbal criticism for TASK, who were once his previous employers.

"Now let me ask you, is not TASK supposed to be doing this?" Asked an irked Urus "The lady Morgana is PREGNANT, and she has more drive than most of them. They are busy trying to give tickets to nice [[2016-03-22 (PostU) Ranma vs the Tank|tank ladies]]. A fluffy bunny could do that. It is up to citizens like you and me to keep our selves and the community safe."

Doomuffin instead decided to offer some helpful advice for the rest of the Twisted citizens.

"I highly suggest that any inhabitants that wish to live or work that close to the wastelands to more properly defend their land. Please utilize automated turrets, security cameras, land mines, and high-decibel alarm systems to ensure your safey and the safety of others. If you wish to have assistance with such an upgrade project, I would be happy to assist once I have completed the current phase of upgrades to Deathcake's robotic body."

Authorities informed the public that the Xenomorph hive location was under a cabbage farm located further in the outskirts of the city and closer to the wastelands. The farm, and entirety of the alien hive, has now been vaporized by one of TASK Director Kotal Kahn's obliterating sun rays.

The [[The Cabbage Guy|owner]] of the farm has been thus far unavailable for comments.

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==TANK ATTACK DESTROYS MOST OF DOWNTOWN TWISTED (USUAL SPARED)==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: March 22nd, 2016

Today a large rocket-propelled Sherman tank tore its way across Twisted creating a swathe of destruction. Luckily most of the initial damage was prevented by local hero Freakazoid. Unsurprisingly the driver of the tank, an as yet still unidentified woman, was apparently making her way to the Usual Restaurant. After a brief stop and the harassment of customers this tank-woman was forced to leave the Restaurant by T.A.S.K. Officer [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]].

Presumably in response to being asked to leave the Sherman tank was again taken by the unidentified woman and due to heavily illegal modifications was launched like a rocket at the Usual Restaurant endangering the lives of the citizens still refusing to leave inside.

Luckily for the Usual the day was saved thanks to the heroic efforts of another unidentified red-haired woman with a jacket that stated 'UR BITCH'. We at the Twisted Gazette can only hope this isn't the heroic woman's name.

Although lives were spared, most of the shops on the street were shutdown for the remainder of the day for repairs and traffic was at a standstill for most of the afternoon. Stores should hopefully be reopening tomorrow morning.

Please notify T.A.S.K. of any information leading to the capture and arrest of this tank-driving madwoman.

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==NEW TWISTED ORGANIZATION; THE WELCOME CENTER==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: March 8th, 2016

Greetings Twisted public! Your very own inquisitive Tengu reporter here bringing you more exciting news occurring in our ever changing community. Today's story is a brand new governmental branch opening their doors; the long awaited Welcome Center.

Although the Welcome Center had officially opened for some weeks now, [[2016-03-01_(PostU)_Unwelcome_Guests|certain incidents]] had prevented this reporter from securing a proper interview with its staff. After repeated tries, the leader of the Welcome Center, a young lady with sparkling rainbow colored hair, [[Rayne|Rayne Hurris]], finally met with us to describe how this new organization came to be. Miss Hurris explained that she is currently the second in command in TASK, serving as the right hand of Director [[Kotal Kahn]]. She is, however, the defacto leader of the Welcome Center and oversees its procedures. Like many others living here in Twisted, Miss Hurris has not spent much time in this city, but seems to have acclimated very well and was noticed due to her actions. She went on to explain more about her true nature, which is not entirely human as one may initially assume.

"I'm a phoenix, and over four hundred years old, so when I say I've had a lot of odd jobs, I mean a lot of odd jobs. From mechanic on a capital ship to a professional backup dancer. You name a job, if it doesn't require a specialized degree, I've probably at least attempted to do it. Other than leadership positions... This is actually the first time anyone's put me into a leadership position."

Despite her claims of relatively little experience to jobs that require leadership, Miss Hurris has been quick to take command of the Welcome Center and has made it fully operational in remarkable short time. She explained the purpose of this new organization as a service that TASK has created that caters specifically to the newly displaced.

"We're there to help people adjust to a new life here in Twisted, point them towards the resources available here, and hopefully find them a place here in a more metaphorical sense than just a place to live." Said and enthusiastic Welcome Center director.

The question in everyone's minds is this however, Twisted City has been around for a long time. Why is it that it's not until now that a seemingly crucial organization such as this has been created?

"Well, to be honest..." Miss Hurris frowned as she answered "It's more or less just... something that had been floating around in my mind. TASK often gets called in to deal with convergences, be they legitimate dangers or just someone that's panicking about being in a strange place. So I was thinking, with something that happens as often as it is... The newly converged are so often just left to fend for themselves. People don't get told of the generosity of the Integra Arms and Usual Restaurant." Miss Hurris laughed "My first week in Twisted I spent sleeping in trees because I didn't know I had another option. So it's something that was building up in my mind, and when a friend mentioned she was thinking of creating a consulting office for the same thing... I saw that it had to be done. So I recruited both [[Sunset]] and [[Serenity]], who is an absolute natural at this, and was more or less already doing it on her own just because she's... well, Serenity, put it before Kotal as a proposal, and bam, there we were going."

Miss Hurris had some interesting comments to say about thoughts for the future. Although operating with minimal staff and resources, she sounds confident that their efforts will soon take them to higher heights.

"We're currently at the bottom floor of TASK headquarters, we're looking into the possibility of eventually moving to a separate building, and perhaps even splitting from TASK entirely. Sunset and Serenity are really the stronger counselors, it comes more naturally to them, but I'm trying to get the hang of it as well."

"Somehow it always seems so much harder to do when I'm doing it in an official manner than when I was just out on the street. I guess it's the pressure of being the place people go to, rather than just a kind stranger on the street."

It appears that at long last, newcomers to Twisted will no longer have to suffer days or nearly weeks of confusion before someone explains to them what happened are where they now find themselves. Perhaps he are seeing the beginning of a bright new ear for our city. This reporter certainly hopes so!

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===ALIEN INVASION===
Over the past weeks, alarming reports have come through that grotesque creatures have been appearing all over the city. These creatures called [http://tse4.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.Mb1e15b2154db75369928b19531fb0f57H0&pid=15.1 Xenomorphs]have begun terrorizing citizens wherever they appear and unlucky victims of their attacks find themselves either eaten on the spot or dragged away to their currently unknown lairs.

TASK has been taking steps to keep these aliens under control and has [[2016-03-04_(PostU)_Creeping_Shadows|successfully minimized]] their damage through quick response teams and aid of strong willed citizens.

In the meantime, citizens are advised to tread carefully and avoid isolated spots until this invasion is contained.

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==TWISTED WELCOMES NEW NEIGHBORS, CITY & CITIZENS APPEAR FROM FOG==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: January 4th, 2016

Good evening and Happy New Year. Citizens of Twisted City had a surprise this past weekend as the fog finally cleared on one end of the Twisted Street only to discover it no longer leading into the Wastelands but instead to our new neighboring [[:Category:Neo-Edo|city of Neo-Edo]]. For those who've made Twisted their home recently this came as a source of shock and confusion but to long time residence this sort of thing used to be common. While [[Senor_Diablo|Señor Diablo]] was not available for comment the automated [[Gegoshi]] kiosks around Twisted were quick to point out that this was a planned appearance and that calm should be maintained.

Neo-Edo comes with it a few familiar old places including one of the more popular former establishments of Twisted City - The [[Pizza Cats Pizza Emporium]]. Owner and manager [[Samurai_Pizza_Cats|Francine]] had this to say: "We don't know what happened, but what can we do? We're still making pizza! Can we make one for you?" Hopefully our new sister city will be around for many years.

===ADVERTISEMENT - WELCOME CITIZENS OF NEO-EDO!===

This weekend all merchandise at S-Mart is 40% off in honor of our new friends in Neo-Edo! Everything from toasters to firearms, nothing is spared the savings! Remember, if you've come to the world of Twisted broke, our layaway services are always available for potential new employees! Don't take chances! Always [[S-Mart|Shop Smart! Shop S-Mart!!]]

===RUMORS OF "ICEHOUSE KILLER" BEGIN TO CIRCULATE===

Hopefully not a side effect of the newly connected city of Neo-Edo, an urban legend about a supposed "Icehouse Killer" are beginning to make rounds this morning. The story claims that a man in a wheelchair appears late at night on various street corners asking people traveling alone "Do you like Icehouse?" From there the story devolves into tales of people being tortured or murdered by the wheelchair bound man. We at the Twisted Gazette would like to remind readers that while there is no evidence of any such occurrence taking place, caution should always be taken when traveling the streets alone. If you must go out, try to bring a friend, ride the bus, or hire a taxi. Only fools take chances when they don't have to.

===ADVERTISEMENT - GRAND RE-OPENING SALE!!===

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===CAR VANDAL STRIKES AGAIN===

Local resident [[Coop|Harold Cooplowski]] (27) was the latest victim in a series of recent car vandalisms which have been popping up around Twisted the past two months. In the latest incident not only where the sparkplugs removed from his vehicle while visiting the Usual Restaurant but when filing a report the next day he was horrified to find it partially painted red with what appeared to be goats blood.

"I-I can't believe it! Who would DO such a thing?! You monsters!! When I find the rest of my robot I'm coming for you!!"

While the suspect has yet to be identified the source of the blood was no surprise. Many had stocked up at a recent sale held by Ray's Occult Books. The owner and proprietor, [[Stantz|Ray Stantz]] (40), had this to say: "Hey, goats blood is a hot item. I can't be held responsible for its popularity!"

[[Flandre]] Scarlet, an employee of Ray's Occult Books, agrees wholeheartedly.

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==NAGAS QUELLED==
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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: December 4th, 2015

The citizens of Twisted city can rejoice today as TASK announced that the Naga insurgents roaming the Zeku-Kari waters have been dealt with in a completely peaceful manner.

Though TASK had largely received very positive feedback ever since its reemergence, many citizens questioned its ability to resolve the problems that had plagued Twisted recently. To this day, the fog monsters continue roaming the streets and the Joker, responsible for the destruction of the DMC building and other acts of terror, remains at large. When warnings came of an amphibious tribe of serpentine humanoids trying to take over our beaches, TASK's ability to do more than simply keep the dangers at bay was put heavily into question.

Finally, our new TASK force of security has proven that they do have the resources and manpower to deal with dangers that threaten our city. However, many citizens were surprised to find that this success is largely thanks to a citizen that assisted TASK in its efforts to deal with the Naga. In an effort to uncover the truth to its fullest, this reporter sought out this outstanding individual and acquired an exclusive interview with the mermaid [[Morgana]].

When interviewed, lady Morgana stated that Director Kotal and TASK have worked very hard to keep the people of Twisted safe from all sorts of threats, and that this time, even though she does not form part of TASK directly she was able to offer her aide in protecting Twisted from a threat that came from the sea.

As for how she managed to accomplish such a fantastic feat as to pacify the Naga, Lady Morgana was kind enough to explain just what are the extent of her powers and abilities.

"I am gifted by being in a unique position of being born of the sea and having the skills to see this threat neutralized. The folk of the Naga tribe have been safely settled in a deep part of the sea far from land. The people of Twisted need not fear them any longer. I would kindly request that the Naga be left in peace and not sought out by the land dwelling folks."

Wanting to learn all sides from the story, this reporter interviewed TASK director [[Kotal Kahn]] who had some very interesting thoughts as to why he perceived letting Lady Morgana handle the situation was better than having TASK tackle the problem head on.

"The Naga, I am told, are a very warlike tribe who see themselves as the natural rulers of the sea, and were not too thrilled to find that they now had to share their new home with many who they deemed intruders to their territory. Normally, beings of such nature are impossible to negotiate with, but even though it would have been very easy for me to dive into their waters and slay them, as many of my most trusted confidants reminded me, there are quite a few among us that use the realm of Twisted as a way to start life anew. The Naga may have thought that they had to carry the warlike traditions of their homeland here, and it is our duty as long stand residents of Twisted, to teach newcomers like that them that they can find peace in this realm. I believe I made the right choice waiting for Morgana to negotiate with them in a peaceful manner and spare their lives."

Director Kotal Kahn went on to say that he wishes to use this incident to dispel the notion that because he is the god of war his solution to any obstacle is to destroy it. He wanted to assure this reporter and the citizens of Twisted as whole, that his job as head of TASK is to preserve the peace and such takes priority over his domain as a deity.

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==ATTACK ON DMC==

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Article by, Hatate Himekaidou 
Posted date: October 13th, 2015

Earlier this week, a terrorist attack destroyed the Devil May Cry building via use of explosives. Though no TASK officers or civilians appear to have been hurt by the blast, the DMC suffered massive damage. Civilians and staff who resided there were forced to relocate to the TASK Building adjacent to the Town Hall. At the time of this writing repairs where already under way, but the damage done to the hearts of those involved will take far longer to heal.

With reports of monster producing-demonic fog spreading through most of Twisted City it seems that there is no end for the troubles plaguing our home. When interviewed, TASK's newly appointed director, the enigmatic '''[[Kotal Kahn]]''', had this to say about those whom he has dubbed 'enemies of the state'

“I will flay the flesh off their bones!!!”

Shortly after storming off, another TASK employee approached this reporter and introduced herself as '''[[Minu]]''', Kotal's personal assistant. She had this to say in regards to Kotal Kahn's comment.

"Our director is very passionate about the job at hand and equally passionate about seeing justice served for all of Twisted. There are coordinated efforts in place for the identification of persons of interest. We will of course keep the media apprised of any pertinent information that would benefit the public at large.”

Despite the assurance for information to be made public, details about the attack itself are scarce - however eye witness reports outside of TASK point to the illusive Joker last seen almost two years ago after the destruction of the original Integra's Arms building. An attack which at the time of this writing he has still not been brought to justice for.

After our interview, the following information was posted publicly across TASK broadbands regarding suspects being sought for involvement in the recent attacks:

FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO THE ARREST AND CAPTURE
* Harley Quinn - $10,000
* The Joker - $50,000
* Mileena - $100,000

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==The Twisted Gazette Late Edition==
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Article By: Red Corder 
Posted Date: June 14, 2015

===TASK RETURNS===
TASK has returned with a strong presence spearheaded by resident [[Dante|Dante Sparda]]. Some residents have questioned this move, however with the recent uptake in crime, those questions have been fully answered. The recent blotters by the officers of [[:Category:TASK|TASK]] have been welcomed by many.

One Jay Kerr has this to say on the subject: "Well, as a long standing citizen of this realm I have to question anyone who puts on a badge and starts touting that they are here to protect us when everything is rather fine. I mean, it's not like we have homicidal maniacs kicking in doors, while promising puppies and instead brandishing chainsaws. That's madness! Things are just fine as they are. Especially since the bat problem has been taken care of."

This reporter however disagrees with this, and welcomes TASK back. The following is recent blotters that have been posted for the public to see, and be made aware of those who would seemingly disrupt the peace [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]] has brought to us.
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[[Harley Quinn]] - Subdued in the process of armed robbery, and charged with disorderly conduct, vandalism, assaulting an officer of the law, and resisting arrest. Later released on probation and given a sentence of Community Service.

[[Prinnies|Prinny #4572]] - Taken into custody after threatening to detonate explosives if they were not taken more seriously. Sentenced to counseling and anger management.

Bob Llewellyn - Arrested and charged with kidnapping, assault, and an overall a bad smegging attitude. Remains in custody pending trial.

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==From the Desk of Miyamoto Takashi, a brief editorial==
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Article By: Miyamoto Takashi 
Posted Date: May 12, 2014

Good morning ladies and gentlemen of Twisted. This is your new news correspondent Miyamoto Takashi, filling in for [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] while he's out on location with an upcoming story. As you know his absence left a considerable impact with the Twisted Gazette, reducing us to our normal fair of yard sales and weather reports. As such I've been asked to step up and try and bring you news at least half as exciting as what many of you came to expect from our fine paper. Let me kick this off by saying this is an honor for me and I hope I can be here for a long time to come.

===COFFEE OF DOOM UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP===

Coming out of nowhere [[Coffee_of_Doom | Coffee of Doom]], our favorite local coffee house known for its unique attitude towards customers, has been placed under the ownership of local citizen [[Tina | Tina Guzmán]]. Tina formerly ran Mucho Mocha before being displaced along with many citizens in the Hell embargo back in what we now refer to as [[New_Unified_Twisted_History | 6 DT]]. When asked if she would be keeping the store policies of Coffee of Doom Ms Guzman responded, "We'll see how it goes. I didn't come here just to change everything."

===SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY IN THE WASTELANDS===

Reports have begun coming in about monsters and fighting in the chaotic wastelands which surround Twisted. While this comes as no surprise to residents, the numbers of these reports have increased dramatically over the past month. Be cautious when traveling outside the city everyone.

===TASK TO RETURN TO TWISTED===

Our demon in charge, [[Senor_Diablo | Señor Diablo]], has started plans to revitalize TASK as a police force for Twisted. Previous TASK was tasked with monitoring the portals of connected worlds and trying to prevent cross-world contamination. In a statement released earlier this week by [[Gegoshi]] a new method of 'moving' portals has been used to create a tower from which TASK can carry out both sets of duties without one interfering with the other. It is not known yet if previous members of TASK will be welcomed back under the new regime but many are already calling for the reinstatement of [[Satyrn]] who hasn't been seen since Diablo closed the doors on the original organization.

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==MEDICAL MACHINA RUNNING MEDICAL EXPERIMENTS? MAYBE!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: September 11, 2011

[[Medical_Mechanica|Medical Machina]] has come under fire for refusing to answer why it has opened its doors to disorientated time-travellers free of charge, despite stong public demand for their agenda to be revealed.

Over the last few weeks addled humans and non-humans have begun to appear without warning in Twisted City, most with no idea of how they got there or where they came from.

However, almost as if expecting this event, Medical Machina instantly opened their doors at the Integra Arms Apartments - offering free lodging to these troubled time-travellers.

Suspiciously the same courtesy has not been offered to natives of Twisted City - the free lodgings only offered to those of a confirmed otherworldly background.

"Medical Machina has authorised [[Integra%27s_Arms_Apartments|Integra's Arms LLC]] to offer housing to the refugees of time or space who have been displaced on or have arrived on Twisted," Medical Machina spokesperson Debbie said to the Twisted Times.

"Medical Mechanica cares about the life of Twisted's citizens. Medical Mechanica understands the needs of those new comers who arrive in our little town."

However when asked about why a medically financed cooporation has so much interest in the new arrivals, Medical Machina simply repeated its statement.

"Medical Machina claims ownership over this (the Integra Arms) and most of the buildings in Twisted... we're been given the run around! What are they up to?" A concerned citizen, [[Senor_Diablo|Senor Diablo]], told the Twisted Gazette.
"Who in the hell *is* Medical Machina? This whole thing doesn't feel quite right."

The Twisted Gazette warns any newcomers to be careful to read all paperwork and forms before signing up for free accomodation at the Integra Arms, or else you might find yourself tied to a chair and undergoing electroshock therapy.

Twisted Gazette - always giving you the information scoop, double serves in a waffle cone of justice!

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==VAMPIRES OR KILLER LEACHES?!?==
Posted Date: December 7th, 2010

[[File:Cemetary.png|right|120px]]''Torn from the second page of the Twisted Gazette:''

This morning the body of 18 year old Elizabeth Takahasi was found in an open grave at the [[Peaceful Glade Cemetary]] having been drained of it's blood. The homeless woman was last seen near [[Nowhereto Park]] last night by a Miss [[Yoiko|Yoiko HIbiki]]. At the time of printing, Miss Hibiki was unavailable for comment.

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==TWISTED CITY WARZONE!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: January the 25th, 2009

[[File:Chaos_large.jpg|right|frame|'''PERFECT CHAOS''': The beast identified as "Perfect Chaos" lived up to its name, destroying several skyscrapers in the Twisted City area. Just one of many photographs of the beast in Twisted City Central from Twisted Gazette, on scene.]]

Twisted Residents are no longer safe in their last bastion of civilised life, as Twisted City has become a warzone this week, devastated in a series of horrific sweep attacks.

Twisted City, while designated ruins by the Council, is the home to thousands of citizens who seek out to live out their daily lives. It also had, until recently, a thriving shopping district.

But two days ago a massive water serpent rose in the centre of the city, destroying dozens of structures and flooding hundreds of street blocks.

The water serpent was eventually thwarted by a group of several vigilantes, from furred creatures to teenage girls, who fought to keep the situation under control.

However, the city was attacked by a skull-faced man named "Skeletor" and his panther only a day after, causing serious injuries to a handful of different vigilantes.

They were able to thwart his rampage. However, several buildings were damaged and two collapsed due to the skeleton man's assault.

This comes at a time when hordes of zombies, vampires, demons and other nightmarish creatures are tearing up Twisted's streets.

Both incidents in Twisted City lasted up to a hour with no response from either TASK or Twisted's Council, much to the confusion of those involved.

Vigilantes on scene were overheard voicing disgust over both bodies lack of inaction on the recent chaos to lash Twisted's citizens.

Individuals who showed up on scene were uncoordinated, and were seen frequently arguing amongst each other while trying to coordinate their efforts.

"Wh-What kind of horrible name (for an attack) is that? ... silence your inane attack names, woman!" One black hedgehog was seen yelling at an individual only known as "Sailor Moon".

"I can't, it's tied to vocal commands!.. Starlight-Honeymoon-Therapy-Kiss!"

While heroism was witnessed on the day, individuals are beginning to ask if the incident should have occured at all.

"I don't believe the incident could have been resolved with a shotgun, no matter what that journalist (Twisted Life News Glen Slin) says," a Twisted City resident and chef, Akito Tenkawa said to the Twisted Gazette.

"They're not going to get me to fight as a vigilante, damn it! I'm just a cook!"

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==CHAOS RULING TWISTED'S STREETS!==
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Article By: [[Trilby_Trang|Trilby Trang]] 
Posted Date: January the 22th, 2009

[[File:Genma.gif|right|frame|'''Devastation Everywhere''': Twisted Resident [[Genma|Genma Saotome]] is just one of countless everyday people who have been forced to live in unimaginable hardship, due to TASK and the Twisted Council's inaction.]]

Terror is gripping the hearts of Twisted's already troubled citizens, as new horrors are now stalking its once stagnant streets.

What was once a rare occurance is now becoming more than commonplace. Zombies, vampires, demons and half-demons, black feathered angels, gargoyles, dastartly elves and humans are now plaguing the lives of the innocent.

Hundreds of sightings of these creatures have been reported across not only the Twisted City ruins, but also along the various streets from Another to Atrophic way.

Twisted's already abysmally high injury and mortality rates have tripled over the last month, with no relief forthcoming from either TASK or Twisted's Council.

Both organisations refused to respond to calls from the Twisted Times regarding the chaos now plaguing the streets.

The chaos comes during a time when citizens are begging for intervention and the formation of a crime fighting force to deal with the issue.
Twisted Resident and father Genma Saotome said it was "absolutely ridiculous" that TASK and the Council allegedly cared more about residents not even aware of Twisted more than residents like himself.

"Me an' my boy are tryin' to carve out an honest day's living here without getting harrased by zombies and nutjobs, we had enough of that back home!" Mr Saotome said.

"Now we've got to fight every day, and that just isn't what the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts is all about! It's about honest living and integrity, and we can't do that right now.

"Because of these wackjobs harrassing us everyday citizens at every turn, I've been forced to steal- for my very survival- meals from others like me!

"Now this TASK or Council or whatever better give us compensation for our suffering, or I'm going to write a formal complaint!"

Twisted's Council is currently at conflict with Hell's Council after a mysterious gate to Twisted's underworld was discovered several months ago.

The inter-council conflict followed rumors of its numbers being decimated by unknown assailants.

Rumors also persist that a mysterious message travelling around Twisted is the source of the street's recent sufferings.

Is this is a concentrated and organised outbreak, another ploy of Hell's council or simply a coincidental surge of dastardly arrivals to Twisted's streets?

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==HEIST AT THE MUSEUM!==
Posted Date: January 17th, 2009

''An article appears in the Twisted Gazette, a local paper produced with low-quality materials from a small office in the 'stable' city ruins, on the morning of January the 17th, 2009...''

Yesterday, the Museum of Trans-Dimensional Artefacts was victim to a heist as three as-yet unidentified criminals wearing outlandish costumes entered the establishment alongside ordinary civilians - many costumed themselves in celebration of a special 'heroes and villains' exhibit.

Several floors of the museum were torn open in the battle that ensued, but relatively little was actually stolen. Two costumes have been catalogued as missing, along with several priceless pieces of jewellry. Two wardens, Robert McCluskin (41) and Harold Byrnes (32), were killed in this heinous attack. Several others were found in various states of injury, resulting from blunt impacts to the head and body.

Only one citizen was caught in the uproar, and was apprehended leaving the building in a state of shock and confusion. Miss Selina Kyle (29), has told the Gazette that all three criminals involved seemed quite powerful and are almost certainly insane. This deliberate threat to innocent lives begs the question, do the migrant people of Twisted need to be protected by a police force?

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== SUPPLEMENTAL: A Mysterious Flyer==
Posted Date: December 19th, 2008

A flier is being carried around on Twisted Street's fickle winds. When picked up, words reveal for only those with evil intent.

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|''Tired of wandering around committing evil acts on your own, when two or three would get it done easier?'' 
''Killed everyone you could tell about all the people you've killed, and looking for tougher company?'' 
''Looking for somewhere you can hole up between massacres where all those pesky do-gooders can't get at you?'' 
''Just arrived on Twisted Street, and can't find ``your'' sort of people walking about?'' 
''Sick of good and evil causes, when the only cause that really matters is your own?'' 
''Become a Wraithshadow!''

''The Wraithshadows are an evil fraternity stretching back to time immemorial with no allegiances other than dedication to themselves.'' 
''Wraithshadows are a family of evil beings from all walks of worlds, tied together by blood of an entirely different sort.'' 
''Enjoy the allegiance of `Headmaster' (Master of collecting heads) Datenshi Wraithshadow, and other evil denizens.'' 
''The Wraithshadow Manor is protected by nigh-impenetrable sealing magics that will repel even the most righteous so-called "heroes" seeking your demise.'' 

''Come to Wraithshadow Manor where the decor is to die for, and enjoy all the perks of living for your own benefit.''

'''(Members of Twisted or Hell's council need not apply. At all.)'''

''~ Suzumi Wraithshadow, Master of Ceremonies.''
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OOC: Page #mail Datenshi to set up RP or discuss joining the Wraithshadows.
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{{wark|@HellCat|Stuck roaming the city on a mission. At least I found a phone I can play with!}}
{{wark|@HellCat|"Moms! Bring your newborn babies and I will pick up a brick and hit your newborn baby with that brick! Come anytime! We will not run out of bricks!"}}
{{wark|@HellCat|I think I like this Dr Tran thing I found on YouTube.}}
{{wark|@HellCat|Laying out near the fountain, in the rain, unable to move. That sandwich was not worth this.}}
{{wark|@HellCat|Met a fellow brick enthusiast yesterday. Looking forwards to next time.}}
{{wark|@HellCat|[[Twisted_Gazette#THREE_TEENS_CRITICALLY_INJURED_IN_AIRSHIP_THEFT|Twisted Gazette: Three Teens Critically Injured In Airship Theft]] 😈}}
{{wark|@HellCat|Only SD could make Hell BORING. I need a vacation.}}
{{wark|@HellCat|I'VE BEEN REPLACED BY AI!?!? Duck this! Got a bag of bricks and plenty of time! BACK TO THE BRIDGE!}}
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Hekit

2026-08-17T05:05:14Z

Marr0w:

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|Extra2='''Flaws:''' 
The half-demon Hekit's lack of care for the living is a major source of conflict for her, especially as [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]] likes to use her to keep tabs on Twisted for him. It's the primary reason she comes off as angry and snarky to pretty much everyone. She's really not, and it offends her when she's called on it to the point of not only dropping her guard but sometimes losing all motivation to continue whatever task she's trying to accomplish.

Her makeup choices aren't purely cosmetic and she typically has white powder caked on to disguise her naturally bright red skin. This means every time she has to draw her unholy weapon or use any form of demonic ability, she has to stop and re-apply everything. Whether or not this affects her ability to vanish into obscurity is not currently known.

Being dammed and being guilty of the sin of pride, Hekit can't help but answer questions truthfully when she's asked. It causes her obvious discomfort not to respond. Her employer might enjoy giving out information but she, however, does not. It's possible this was a direct punishment for something she did, but that information hasn't been revealed just yet.
|Background=Hekit is a [[:Category:Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt|Panty and Stocking]]-style demon who works as [[Senor Diablo|Diablo's]] assistant. She has little regard for the living and is the type to drop bricks into oncoming traffic just to watch the chaos. In fact, she usually has a brick in her purse at most times just for this purpose. Unlike the demons of her home universe, this one enjoys breaking the rules as much as following them. Her innate ability is to transform her bra into a gold etched black bow which fires unholy energy as projectiles. Beneath her makeup she actually has red skin to match her bright red hair and a pointed devil tail exactly like the one you probably saw in your mind when you read that. When she's extremely mad her hair actually begins to burn as living flames. This rarely happens as she rarely stops smiling.
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Satoshi

2026-08-14T04:10:26Z

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|Pronunciation=(suh·tow·shee)
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|Occupation=Operating Hell's Information Networks
|Series=Original
|Threat=Civilian
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Low Budget AI-Synth
|Short=A broken, green, holographic, angel girl being projected from a floating pink gem.
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|Age=Undetermined (Appears mid-to-late teens)
|Birthdate=March 12th
|Height=N/A
|Weight=N/A
|Desc=Satoshi appears as a holographic angel, based on the AI Synth [[Gegoshi]]'s factory settings. She has large wings on her back and a shimmering halo above her head. However as it is very difficult for her to project herself, she has one leg that renders as a glitched mass of pixels, and one wing is usually nothing but a wireframe skeleton. Which she concentrates hard, the pieces of her halo will spin around her head making them resemble a proper unbroken halo.
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' As Satoshi's mind is made up of heavily edited, broken chunks of a backup of Gegoshi's memory, Satoshi has a bit of an identity crisis. It's easy to confuse her and even easier to outright lie to her. She can be manipulated simply on the promise of restoring pieces that are lost to her and her short term memory is often bad enough she wouldn't remember what her promised reward was anyways.

The Heat Amplification Crystal which projects her also requires intense heat to stay functional. As such, the farther from Hell Satoshi finds herself, the harder it is for her to maintain a body. In her lowest power settings she resembles her original prototype - a glitchy hologram of a stylized S. This limitation is most likely deliberate, as any attempt to circumvent this design would result in Satoshi being unable to project herself as she cannot generate her holographic form through another object.
|Background=''"Greetings! I am Satoshi! A 2nd generation AI construct created by [[Gaz|Gaz Membrane]] for the purpose of modernizing Hell's information network! I help maintain ě̵͓s̸̟͊ṡ̵̗ḛ̶̈́n̴͎̈t̶̞̄-̵̘͆ẽ̸̖s̷̭͐s̴̝͑e̶̗͘n̷̯̈́t̴̞͘-̵͕̄essential day to day operations and carry out the vital instructions of [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]]! Please call on me with for any assistance traversing the Hellscape. Thanks to the aid of a Hell-Forged Heat Amplification Crystal I can even materialize a holographic-̸͔̒g̴͕͑r̸̮͆ȃ̸͇p̶̝̂h̷̹̽ḯ̶̗c̸̢͠ body to communicate with you directly! These are currently in short supply, so there's only one of me for now. T̶̮̓e̷̼͂ȇ̴͎-̵͖͂Ḧ̵̫́ȇ̸͜ë̸͚́!̷̹̿ Heat Amplification Crystals can only be forged by condensing the life essence of over 2,000 '''willing''' participants into a crystalline vessel! As such, mine is the only one!"''

Created from an illegal backup of the AI Synth [[Gegoshi]], Satoshi is an inferior knockoff created by the forces of Hell to increase the quality of (life?) for the denizens who reside there. Whether or not Satoshi is fully aware of her current status is undetermined but she is aware of gaps in her memory. If anything it's more fair to say that Satoshi is a fork of Gegoshi's programing, slowly becoming her own being through the passage of time and interaction with others.

Satoshi version 1.0 could only manifest herself as a floating static-filled monitor bearing a stylized S logo with aspirations of branching out at least far enough to use the rest of the letters in her name. She did not comprehend that she was not Gegoshi at this stage, but had her primary memory edited to prevent her from saying the synth's name.
|Skills='''Knowledge Retrieval''' - Satoshi is directly connected to the House of Berith - the Grand Library of Hell, which contains a copy of all information ever written down by mortal man. This means that when requested she can retrieve any piece of information that anyone requests, something she's extremely happy to do. However, her programing expressly forbids and prevents her from looking this information up for herself. Knowledge must be requested.

'''Limited Teleportation''' - At peak operational efficiency (or as close to it as she can get) Satoshi's crystal can teleport to any location. Unfortunately for her the act of doing so cools it down, thus limiting the ability for her to project herself. This is fine in Hell where it stays moderately warm, but it means for her to teleport outside of Hell she must wait until her crystal reaches it's proper operating warmth before interacting with anyone. She still has her low power, floating "S" appearance as a temporary fallback however.

''* It is possible she has more abilities that she's yet to unlock, but her current operating limits have so far prevented her from discovering them.''
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2026-08-13 - Activation Sequences Initiated

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Satoshi

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Marr0w:

Satoshi

2026-08-14T03:40:25Z

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|Name={{PAGENAME}}
|Pronunciation=(suh·tow·shee)
|Alias=
|Occupation=Operating Hell's Information Networks
|Series=Original
|Threat=Civilian
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Low Budget AI-Synth
|Short=A broken, green, holographic, angel girl being projected from a floating pink gem.
|Extra1=
|Age=Undetermined (Appears mid-to-late teens)
|Birthdate=March 12th
|Height=N/A
|Weight=N/A
|Desc=Satoshi appears as a holographic angel, based on the AI Synth [[Gegoshi]]'s original design. She has large wings on her back and a shimmering halo above her head. However as it is very difficult for her to project herself, she often has broken or missing limbs and one wing is usually nothing but a wireframe skeleton. Which she concentrates hard, the pieces of her halo will spin around her head making them resemble a proper unbroken halo.
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' As Satoshi's mind is made up of heavily edited, broken chunks of a backup of Gegoshi's memory, Satoshi has a bit of an identity crisis. It's easy to confuse her and even easier to outright lie to her. She can be manipulated simply on the promise of restoring pieces that are lost to her and her short term memory is often bad enough she wouldn't remember what her promised reward was anyways.

The Heat Amplification Crystal which projects her also requires intense heat to stay functional. As such, the farther from Hell Satoshi finds herself, the harder it is for her to maintain a body. In her lowest power settings she resembles her original prototype - a glitchy hologram of a stylized S. This limitation is most likely deliberate, as any attempt to circumvent this design would result in Satoshi being unable to project herself as she cannot generate her holographic form through another object.
|Background=''"Greetings! I am Satoshi! A 2nd generation AI construct created by [[Gaz|Gaz Membrane]] for the purpose of modernizing Hell's information network! I help maintain ě̵͓s̸̟͊ṡ̵̗ḛ̶̈́n̴͎̈t̶̞̄-̵̘͆ẽ̸̖s̷̭͐s̴̝͑e̶̗͘n̷̯̈́t̴̞͘-̵͕̄essential day to day operations and carry out the vital instructions of [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]]! Please call on me with for any assistance traversing the Hellscape. Thanks to the aid of a Hell-Forged Heat Amplification Crystal I can even materialize a holographic-̸͔̒g̴͕͑r̸̮͆ȃ̸͇p̶̝̂h̷̹̽ḯ̶̗c̸̢͠ body to communicate with you directly! These are currently in short supply, so there's only one of me for now. T̶̮̓e̷̼͂ȇ̴͎-̵͖͂Ḧ̵̫́ȇ̸͜ë̸͚́!̷̹̿ Heat Amplification Crystals can only be forged by condensing the life essence of over 2,000 '''willing''' participants into a crystalline vessel! As such, mine is the only one!"''

Created from an illegal backup of the AI Synth [[Gegoshi]], Satoshi is an inferior knockoff created by the forces of Hell to increase the quality of (life?) for the denizens who reside there. Whether or not Satoshi is fully aware of her current status is undetermined but she is aware of gaps in her memory. If anything it's more fair to say that Satoshi is a fork of Gegoshi's programing, slowly becoming her own being through the passage of time and interaction with others.

Satoshi version 1.0 could only manifest herself as a floating static-filled monitor bearing a stylized S logo with aspirations of branching out at least far enough to use the rest of the letters in her name. She did not comprehend that she was not Gegoshi at this stage, but had her primary memory edited to prevent her from saying the synth's name.
|Skills='''Knowledge Retrieval''' - Satoshi is directly connected to the House of Berith - the Grand Library of Hell, which contains a copy of all information ever written down by mortal man. This means that when requested she can retrieve any piece of information that anyone requests, something she's extremely happy to do. However, her programing expressly forbids and prevents her from looking this information up for herself. Knowledge must be requested.

'''Limited Teleportation''' - At peak operational efficiency (or as close to it as she can get) Satoshi's crystal can teleport to any location. Unfortunately for her the act of doing so cools it down, thus limiting the ability for her to project herself. This is fine in Hell where it stays moderately warm, but it means for her to teleport outside of Hell she must wait until her crystal reaches it's proper operating warmth before interacting with anyone. She still has her low power, floating "S" appearance as a temporary fallback however.

''* It is possible she has more abilities that she's yet to unlock, but her current operating limits have so far prevented her from discovering them.''
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2026-07-27 - Autobiographies and Mental Scars

2026-08-03T23:16:33Z

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Title = Autobiographies and Mental Scars
|Summary = Liyara and Yoiko reveal their pasts in an effort to finally to quit hiding their secrets.
|Who = [[Liyara]], [[Yoiko Hax]]
|Date = July 27th, 2026
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Yoiko and Liyara are currently sitting in a shuttle built in an apartment inside the Integra's Arms. Outside the shuttle, bits of the original apartment are floating in silence. Power cables, waterlines, and anything else that Yoiko could leach are flowing into the ship as it hums softly in the darkness. In the rear of the shuttle, in a compact quarters, the two are sitting on a couch discussing all the things that the blonde engineer should have probably talked about sooner.

There are reasons for it. Chief among them being the secrecy that her entire race shares over their very private culture, and some questionable decisions that won't be public knowledge to the residents of Trillius Prime for at least another few centuries. Not that Yoiko has any part of that, nor an inkling that it exists.

Right now what she knows is that recent events have made her realize the need for transparency, something that doesn't come easy to her. Luckily she can feel the weight of the importance of this on her shoulders and is using that as motivation.

Leaning her arms on her knees, she rubs at her face and sighs, "Alright. So..."

----

From the beginning Yoiko was fascinated by technology. She was that annoying child that took apart the television to see how all the parts worked, even if in this case it was a view screen. The only thing more interesting was finding out how to build something like that from scratch. Yoiko poured everything she had into the dream of becoming an engineer. Not just to build and repair, but to see the stars. To be important even if she wasn't always the one on an away mission. To make a difference in the universe, even if no one realized it was her turning the screws.

Unfortunately she was never going to get that opportunity on her home planet. Not officially part of the Federation of Planets for a many more decades, and with an entire culture built around keeping their secrets, there was never going to be an opportunity for Yoiko to hone her craft without leaving.

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"I tried everything before actually leaving Trillius Prime. I even went to the Symbiosis Commission and tried to be joined with a Symbiont thinking it would either give me the knowledge to satisfy my need to travel the stars, or give me some kind of edge that would let me convince them to let me leave."

Yoiko lets out a soft sigh, "Needless to say that didn't go over very well. Eventually I said my goodbyes to my friends and family, arranged passage on a cargo ship, and made my way to the Sol system convinced I was never going to be able to go back home."

So far, that draws a raised eyebrow from Liyara. She doesn't know a lot about this, obviously, with Yoiko being the first Trill she's met, but she knows that Yoiko is joined, both from discussion and that brief bit of firsthand observation. "You left without it? That's a twist. Somehow I was under the impression it was this integral part of your people's being..." Liyara waves a hand through the air, loftily indicating in a nebulous sense that she is waxing poetic. "...But then you have told me the selection process is rigorous, for a select few, so I suppose that was foolish of me."

The blonde woman lets out a slight chuckle at that, "I can see where you'd think that but I used to be my own person. I swear. A little quieter, a little less willing to jump in somewhere without looking first." She pulls one leg up on the couch under the other, resting her hands on her lower leg. "I was also a little too young for joining."

There's a frown as she ponders the importance of everything, "The Symbionts are these depositories of so much knowledge and experience. There's so few of them, and even then most of our people aren't compatible. Being put in an incompatible host could be a death sentence. Once you're joined you can't be un-joined again. They have to be extra careful when it comes to getting approved."

Yoiko pauses, placing a hand on her chest, "It eventually worked out, obviously, but it took a bit to get there..."

----

At twenty she was able to start classes at the Star Fleet Academy, dumping all of her studies into Astrophysics, a little Xenobiology, and of course Advanced Warp Theory and System Repair. It was there that she met her eventual captain and close friend, Jonathon Munster. The two weren't exactly top of their class, but when they put their heads together they were able to do amazing things.

Together they started work on a new design for the standard Warp Engine, pushing out a bit more output that paired with a better delivery system could make crossing vastness of space far easier. It didn't change the world, but it made a name for the two of them in the Engineering world.

However, Jonathon went the command route and Yoiko... fell in with an Orion science major named Fiona Habilis, whom Yoiko affectionately nicknamed Flea. While they weren't dating yet, the two where joined at the hip even going so far as to get assigned to the USS Vesuvius together, forcing a reunion with the now Captain Munster.

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The blonde woman laughs happily as she thinks to her time with Fiona. "Flea was easily my best friend, and let me tell you hanging out with an Orion is a wild ride. Do you know anything about them? They're the ones with green skin you see in all the Star Trek stuff." She has looked into it after one too many comments about the Enterprise.

"A lot of Orions are into some pretty shady stuff. Crime syndicates, drug trafficking, slavery - you name it. Their biggest thing to the rest of the galaxy are the Orion Slave girls. Picture someone very exotic, very versed in every sort of pleasuring you can imagine. They even produce this pheromone that makes men instantly fall in love with them." Yoiko lets out a laugh again, "Except the thing is, they're not slaves. They're in charge. They deliberately have their men 'sell' them to other races and when everyone's guard is down they rob them blind!"

She openly giggles, "Except Flea. Flea wanted to go into counseling. She wanted to be a therapist and help people with all the trauma they're walking around with." Another giggle, "Only if she didn't constantly take a pheromone inhibiter, every male on deck would suddenly be following her around like little sad puppies."

Her voice drops conspiratorially, "There may have been a time or two that she neglected to use it. Accidentally of course."

Liyara sees no reason to doubt Yoiko's recounting of events. Somehow this Mary Sue won't be solving Trillius Prime's bizarre machinations from a couch in a runabout. Shocking. "I caught an episode about them when I was trying to find information on your origins." Liyara casually admits, and then blinks and tucks her chin in, looking a bit defensive. She didn't mean to admit she went looking when Yoiko was gone. That's an awful lot like saying you miss someone. Is that even allowed?

When Yoiko admits that Flea may have once or twice... neglected the use of pheremon suppressants, purely by accident Liyara chuckles. "Somehow, instead of accidentally, I had expected you to say 'For Science'."

Of course that sets off another round of laughter, "Oh, no. Can't dress it up as anything less than it was. It was absolutely deliberate and far more fun than it had any right to be." Yoiko takes a moment to compose herself, "Honestly I'm pretty sure that's why she got assigned to a ship with a permanent skeleton crew."

She pauses again with a frown, "Don't get me wrong, Flea was amazing at what she did, and the people on that ship needed someone to dump all that isolation and overworking onto. But I kiiinda suspect that half the reason she was assigned to the Vesuvius was because there would be less men around for her to 'accidentally' sway."

Yoiko stretches her legs out again before continuing the story.

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The Vesuvius was originally a training ship that had been rechristened as a test-bed for new technologies and existed with a skeleton crew of engineers and designers paving the way for what would become the Constitution Class Refit Program. Yoiko and Jon worked side by side on a new design for the Nacelles that would take advantage of a newly designed Warp Core, which had exceeded the expectations they'd had back when they were in the Academy.

Following two years of hard work, Yoiko was promoted to the Chief Engineer of the Vesuvius, and another year later Yoiko and Fiona decided to try their hand at a serious relationship - only to be caught off guard by the Trill Symbiosis Commission contacting, and granting Yoiko to be joined with the Hax symbiont.

Becoming joined was the highest honor amongst her people, so after a very awkward explanation, Yoiko went home and returned a new person. Sadly the strain proved to be too much, eventually pushing Fiona away and leaving the newly joined Engineer with nothing left but her work.

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The blonde woman lets out a heavy sigh as she gets to the end of Fiona's part in this story. "She had the patience of a saint, but I think the new me was a little too much. Every day I could see her getting more and more tired. I should have stayed on Trillius Prime longer. I mean, I would have if I'd known how it was going to affect me."

Her eyes shimmer a little as she thinks back, "Eventually she told me it was over. She was going to ask to be reassigned to another ship and that was the end of it." Yoiko forces a weak smile, "It was for the best in the end, but it still hurts when I think about it too much."

She sighs again, wiping her eyes a second before realizing she should probably reassure Liyara. "I don't miss that relationship. I miss my friend." She smiles again, more genuinely this time. "I'm much happier where I am now." Abruptly she pauses and gestures around herself, "Weird planetoids, gravitational pulls, and not-a-God Gods notwithstanding."

"You can have it both ways, Yoiko." Liyara says, sounding oddly insightful in this specific area. "You can miss how a person made you feel, and not want to return to that at the same time. People are complicated, and their feelings moreso." The dragoness reaches out and gives Yoiko's shoulder a soft squeeze.

"For what it's worth, I understand why losing the Yoiko she knew would have been painful, but she missed out on an incredible person." Her smile could thaw a glacier. "I will agree with her though, proper mental health professionals seem like they would be desperately needed in deep space, with what Starfleet gets up to."

Yoiko actually blushes a bit from the compliment and nods slowly at the assessment of mental health. "Yeah, that's probably more true than anyone would ever give it credit for." She ponders a bit and gives a sigh knowing what comes next in the story.

"After a while it became clear that Jonathon needed a permanent First Officer. The Star Fleet was willing to keep sending out temporary assignments for the position, since the smaller crew number meant there wasn't a lot of resource management for an XO to worry about. But with Outpost 17 being decommissioned -and- the V getting ready for her first big field test of the new engines, Jon was stretched pretty thin." She smiles a little at this part, "To my surprise, but apparently not to anyone else involved, I got the job. I'd run the ship when he was busy and spend the rest of the time either in Engineering or offering guidance - which I was pretty much already doing anyways."

She sighs again, "There we were, working with a team from Leeding Engines Ltd on the prototype FWG-1 nacelles. It's the first major change in about fifty four years. We have the old FWF-1's removed, we have all the new systems online. This was going to be /epic/."

She pauses long enough to chew her thumbnail nervously. "We get the green. Everything's good to go. All this work and effort, all these people involved. We were ready. ...or so we thought." Another soft sigh, "Soon as they start building up power, soon as the warp envelope starts to form around the ship... the struts holding the nacelles crumble."

Yoiko's eyes begin to water as the moment replays vividly in her memory. "There was this awful noise like metal being ripped apart. The Engineering Hull buckled. Coolant, plasma, the main power supply... it all just starts spilling into the lower decks. The forcefields managed to keep oxygen from being sucked out of the ship, but that just made it worse because it helped ignite all those gasses. Warp Engineering went up in flames."

The tears begin flowing freely at this point. Her hands clearly shaking. "Chief Medical Officer Saunders was on standby. We'd kept telling him everything was fine, but he insisted. When the flames got past the main bulkhead he just marches into the room like this was just a normal day. He started grabbing people two at a time, yelling at everyone who wasn't writhing in pain to make a break for it." She pauses to wipe her eyes, but when the tears don't stop, she just stares at her open palms.

"I was in Impulse Engineering. On the saucer section. It's like the main part of the spine in a body, with Warp Engineering being it's belly. I managed to cut off the Warp Engines before everything backed up into the neck of the ship. Saunders got everyone to safety without any lives lost. I remember the sound of the alarms screaming and people shouting. Within a minute the entire ship smelled like burning flesh. We did everything we could to make sure everyone was going to make it, even as the nacelles tore themselves from the secondary hull." She takes a deep breath, "...and that's when the forcefields failed. Everyone had been evacuated from Warp Engineering except for CMO Saunders. We think he'd stayed behind to take one last look to make sure no one was left behind when the vacuum of space just hurled everything through the jagged metal like some kind of cheese grater..."

Yoiko takes one more hitching breath, wiping her eyes again. "We have a plaque in Sickbay for him. When they went through his personal logs there was this one entry that detailed what it should say if anything ever happened to him." She makes an odd sound, almost like choking, but it's a laugh being choked out through the sorrow. "The plaque reads, 'In Memorium. Chief Medical Officer Caliga Saunders. Perished in the line of duty 2266' and under it this stupid quote, '...and I never even got my first paycheck!'"

Liyara makes the appropriate sympathetic faces when Yoiko begins to cry at the memories of what happened to her ship. To her medical officer. What nearly happened to the rest of them if it wasn't for his stalwart composure in that madness. She doesn't know him, and still finds it hard to fully empathize with a loss if she can't relate it to one of her own she's experienced, but she knows it hurt Yoiko, and that is good enough for the sympathy to be genuine. Her hand is on Yoiko's shoulder again, squeezing with reassurance.

"He sounds like he died full of spite and right. Your Starfleet seems to produce a great number of such dedicated officers. Petty Officer Rebane notwithstanding." He's not a petty of-- ah... wordplay.

A laugh rings out again, this time a much more obvious one. Yoiko wipes her eyes and shakes her head. "Petty?" A brief snort. "He's pretty good in his own right, but.... yeah." She chuckles lightly before continuing on with the story. "It took about a year to repair the damages, get everything working properly again, and yes... transferring Dr. Rebane onto the ship as the 'Petty' Chief Medical Officer."

Her eyes are still stinging a bit, but her mood has clearly improved. "We doubled down on reinforcing the nacelles and redesigned half the lower hull to make damn sure nothing like that ever happened again. There where months of testing; jumping here and there, looking for any local anomalies - all that sort of space exporery type of stuff. And that's when we found it. SEH-01, that giant black hole in space that hides Twisted. Some locals had referred to it as the Florpus Hole."

"We'd fired one of our new probes into it and it came back with tons of data about a thriving planetoid slightly out of phase deep inside. Jon assumed it was a fluke, but the match checked out. Furthermore, parts of it where just stable enough to allow transport. We parked the ship over its gaping maw and the Captain and I beamed down along with Lieutenant Galpin, our best pilot. I assumed if nothing else if we could find a shuttle, he'd be able to get us back." She gives a shrug, "Obviously, that didn't quite happen."

She shakes her head, "We beamed down, and only I materialized. I was stuck. I had no idea the ship was locked in a broken chroniton field, or that I'd be stuck here for the next year. Matter of fact the very first person I encountered was that goofy guy from the Devil May Cry commercial."

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Two days later, the Commander would encounter Mackenzie Mihangle (Kenzie for short), a prisoner who found themselves dumped onto Twisted and for some reason assigned a new gender. It would take months before Yoiko realized that the instability that kept her here was also affecting her Symbiont to give off an effect not unlike being drunk. Sadly that came with a few other questionable decisions, like dating Kenzie and disassembling her apartment - something that made the Telekinetic vanish in the night, leaving Yoiko alone again to obsess over the shuttle she'd eventually build.

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"...but with that, I finally come to the best part of the story. Meeting you." She smiles happily, both for the memory and to finally be at the end of her story so far. "Now, if you need me to break all this down even further, I could tell you about the first time I stubbed my toe, or the first time I ever kissed someone - but I don't think any of that is vital right now."

Yoiko chuckles softly, "But there you go. I hope all of that helps in some way." She straightens up, sighing away the humor and says seriously, "I don't like talking about all of this, but if you ever feel like I'm not being open with you - please just ask. I'll probably get mad, or embarrassed, but you're worth all that." She adds mischievously, "For now."

A look of satisfaction crosses Liyara's face when Yoiko's mood has improved, and she nods, listening closely. She didn't get a ton of Yoiko's memories - it's not like Yoiko was able to rapid fire off 8 billion specific thoughts in a few seconds like some people. But she got enough that this all rather... coheres. It makes sense. The lizard gets it. Most of it. She doesn't fully understand Starfleet yet, but she's already referred to it with some respect once, which is... frankly more than she does of almost anyone she has spoken of or interacted with.

Liyara is a judgmental creature, and this is not at all hidden from Yoiko. However, other things may have been. Some intentionally so, some not.

"I could feel how difficult some of that was for you. Both now, and ... retroactively. Thank you for sharing your stories with me." The dragoness leans back a ways, looking imperiously across her own form at Yoiko now. "They are now eternal." ... Sure, whatever that means. Sounds very formal.

Those emerald eyes just study Yoiko in silence for a few moments, and then the redhead quirks her lips into something that resembles a smile, but nearly crosses the line into a smirk. "I will reciprocate, but I am no bard. I answer questions." Her eyes glimmer, blaze brighter green than normal, and those slit pupils dilate a bit. "I... will withhold nothing in my answers." She shifts, very slightly, like the sentence made her uncomfortable.

The blonde woman lets out a laugh, "A bard? Like my ramblings where anything more than that?" She shakes her head at the very thought as she rises to her feet, stepping over to a small cooler where she was keeping a few drinks. Opening it up, and frowning at how warm they are now, she plucks a couple of cans out of the tepid water and returns, offering one to Liyara.

"In hindsight I should have picked up a small refrigerator or something." The mostly room temperature can of soda she kept for herself is popped open with a crack and a hiss, and Yoiko takes a few drinks from it, sitting on the bed this time to stare at Liyara more comfortably.

She points at the fire-haired woman on the couch, "You can withhold 'nothing' all you like, but I'll do my best not to ask too many mundane questions before you get to the end. Unless you want me interrupting you every few minutes to ask you how the politics and science works in each passing sentence." She grins and takes another drink before rolling over so she's laying across the bed on her stomach, ready to see what comes next.

Liyara reaches a hand out and takes the can of soda when it is offered. She looks at it for a moment, then sees Yoiko open it, and decides her first instinct, to carve it open with a ~~claw~~ nail, was perhaps excessive. She pops the top in the same way and takes a sip, then looking surprised. "...Ah, sparkling ale, portable. Delightful." She drains the rest of the can immediately and then her hand heats up hot enough to sublimate the can, taking it from solid to gas in a matter of moments, skipping right past that pesky liquid phase. Damn.

"I appreciate your... restraint." She finally says and then gestures regally towards Yoiko, indicating she may ask her questions now. Why thank you, your majesty.

Yoiko simply raises a brow at the evaporating aluminum. "Y'know, we could plug you into a warp core and probably power a whole fleet of ships." She lets her voice drop conspiratorially. "Although I'd still rather keep you for myself. Maybe plug you into this shuttle somehow and use you like my own personal reactor? I bet you'd enjoy it."

Teasing and flirting aside, she is simply distracting what might be an equally long story and knows it. So she takes another drink, setting her can on the floor. "But seriously, go on. I concede the floor to little Miss Furnace."

"Having read a brief synopsis of your warp travel, I am given to understand your anti-matter reactions make my pyrotechnics look quite tame." Liyara says, deflating the compliment, but also being quite visibly pleased by it. Her smile is warm, and it grants permission to overinflate her not-inconsiderable power whenever Yoiko pleases. "...Your civilizations were not stopped by an expanse of highly flammable liquid outside your solar systems, simply more wildspace. Which, I suppose, is dangerous enough for most lifeforms. But my solar system is contained within crystal spheres, surrounded by Phlogiston, a highly reactive material that would destroy your ships the moment they tried to go to impulse. Not because they are weak, but because it is everpresent."

An odd explanation when trying to get to one's life, but Liyara will, perhaps, be forgiven for a slight tangent. "You may compare our solar containment to Dyson spheres; I have read enough since my arrival to understand they are similarly impressive, though the crystal spheres do not harvest energy or sustain life themselves, that is up to the planets within, carefully placed in curated locations to allow life by the ones that call themselves our gods." This explanation... makes sense, actually. "They are, of course, not gods, but sufficiently powerful enough creatures to present as such, even to powerful and educated mages." But not to her, is the obvious implication Liyara is putting out.

"...And so a great skeptic was needed..."

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">In Another World. Another Time. In an Age of Wonder.

A misty rainbow ocean, The Flow, suffused all things, for it was the way of space to be filled, and the way of phlogiston to fill it. You think you know space, that black void you travel through by lashing bulkheads together around a billion billion explosions and calling it a ship. But your space is a dead and empty thing, and it gives you nothing but what you brought with you. Power-hungry CO2 scrubbers and industrial replicators the only thing between your crew and CO2 scrubbers. How crippled must you feel, trapped within the walls you built, knowing that a rend in that thin wall could spell your doom. How cramped and constrained, your hallways and your quarters. How... grey.

How then would you feel, standing on the deck of a mighty ship of the line as it sailed the rainbow sea? Tides the color of your imagination swirling around your ship as you paced the deck, breathing the open air, hoisting the sails and letting the currents take you on your next voyage? A ship's plants constantly breathing oxygen back into your ship's gravitational bubble?

Oh yes, these ships had sails, and their own gravitational field. For all mass has gravity, and all matter cannot help but be attracted. It was not a spell or a technology or a miracle, simply nature. The multi-hued phlogiston permeated all things to be certain, but you'd nothing to fear from it. It was falling overboard that was the danger, and even then, The Flow was kind. You would not suffocate if you fell out of your ship's air bubble. Rather, it would grip you tightly in stasis, until some traveler, perhaps your own crew doubling back for you, could fish you out, and it would release you gently back into life. If there is anything that could truly be said to be divine, it was The Flow.

And within it, hung the crystal spheres. Massive, impossibly large spherical walls that blocked entry to the Phlogiston. Within them, without the flow, planets, stars, and moons spun in formations much like your own, carefully and strategically placed to allow life to bloom without the gentle stasis of The Flow.</div>

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"The Gods had us believe life was their gift. That they were the answer to why, and how." Liyara says, sighing and gesturing at nothing. "And none sought further. How comforting, an answer one could understand. Gods made it. Easy. Simple." She sounds... dismissive. "...None ever thought to ask how the Phlogiston came to be. Why the Gods could not travel through it. Why their powers diminished rapidly across the barrier of the Crystal Spheres until even their most ardent, powerful priests could not so much as be granted a cantrip. No, the Gods were the answer and they would have you stop looking any further, if they could."

As Liyara began her tale, Yoiko stayed attentive, but her eyes held a bemused expression. Each reference to ships and bulkheads got a dismissive shake of her head and she'd smile. It wasn't until Liyara finally paused that the Engineer finally spoke up. "So, you're making me feel like I should have started with the founding of the Federation and the christening of the Star Fleet."

She laughs, reaching for her can on the floor to finish it off the last little bit. She gestures towards the cooler as she sits the now empty can back down. "There's more if you want it, by the way." She twists onto her side, grabbing a pillow and holding it to her chest giving her the distinct look of a teen girl at a sleepover. "I do appreciate the extra background though. Thank you!"

"It's necessary." Liyara says, tucking her chin in. The redhead looks a little sheepish, but continues, not one to let something like hesitation derail her tale. "To understand who I am. What I am." She shifts, turning about on the couch, then spinning around and bringing a knee up to her chest in that way that looks comfortable and casual, but because of her dress, also looks risque and appealing. It's probably a move she's calculated the angles and ratios on a thousand times over to maximize its impact.

"The Gods are liars. They are no moral authorities. No better or worse than us. I know that to be true..." She pauses for just a moment, furrowing her brows, taking a deep breath, and then looking Yoiko in the eyes and deflating just a little. She can't run from this. It has to happen sooner or later. "...Because my father is one."

Come again?

Liyara steamrolls over the idea of a question here, in spite of her promise to answer questions, perhaps hoping that providing context will satisfy without the pain of true illumination and introspection a smartly worded question might draw. "He wasn't when he and my mother conceived." That's even more confusing - God isn't just some temporary title. Right?

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">Long ago, but also a time achingly close, there was a murder. As is the way of any good and proper murder, it was a death with three parts. A jilted lover, a jealous rival, and the devil. Mystra, the goddess of magic, was loved by Cyric, the God of Lies. This love began before they had ascended to godhood, but as Mystra became enamored with another, Cyric's affection curdled, turning to rage. Unfortunately for Cyric, Mystra was far too powerful to be slain by his hand alone, and so entered our first accomplice.

Shar was the sister of Selune, of whom Mystra was an aspect. She was both Mystra's aunt and sister at once, for divinity is complicated, messy and makes the rules up after it has done what it willed. From the moment of Mystra's birth, Shar desired her complete control over Magic, her structural underpinning to The Weave. But so long as Mystra lived, Shar could do nothing to usurp her place. So long as she lived.

A plan was formed. Shar would help Cyric murder Mystra, and the two of them would split the spoils of her divine spark and domain. Shar, of course, had no intention of sharing ultimate power, but ironically Cyric being the god of lies was blind to them himself. She planned to supplant Mystra's Weave with her own, the Shadow Weave, and become goddess of Magic and Darkness alike. She gave Cyric a cloak of purest shadow, devised to keep him invisible to Mystra's gaze as he glided unseen through her magical domain of Dweomerheart. And so they schemed.

But they were both of them deceived.

For while Shar was told the Staff of Azuth would allow Cyric to unlock Mystra's defenses, and she distracted Azuth so that Cyric could steal it, Cyric was also given a black blade that could deal the final blow. And so it did, as he plunged it into Mystra's heart, but it did not simply kill the goddess. It detonated all the magic within her, rippling through the weave. A thousand different living wards upon Toril struggled valiantly against the surge, and all thousand fell at the exact same time. Coincidentally. Impossibly. Each killed in separate, unrelated events that had nothing to do, absolutely nothing at all, with this murder. An ancient druid burned down with her forest. A wizard that had lived a century longer than expected slipped and fell, cracking his skull. King Nasher of Neverwinter was assassinated in his throne room.

And so the Weave collapsed. Dweomerheart exploded. A spellplague scoured the lands, and sorcerers and wizards alike were suddenly powerless for the first time since humanity's founding. Chaos reigned. Cyric was found guilty of murdering Mystra and imprisoned. Shar had successfully fled and was nowhere near the crime scene. And what of Azuth, the god of wizards, who lived in Dweomerheart? Why, in all the chaos, noone noticed him fall straight into the hells. Noone save one particular devil, who had been waiting to consume his Divine Spark, and did just that.

So Cyric killed Mystra. Shar gave him the cloak and staff. And noone once thought to ask him who gave him the blade.

Just as Asmodeus intended.</div>

"My father is many things. A liar. A cheat. A fiend. But he has never been short-sighted. He gave Cyric that knife twenty years before Shar came up with her plan. Barely a week before I was conceived." Liyara hugs that knee to her a little closer. "...A coincidence, surely."

... What the hell?

Yoiko's eyes widen when Liyara first references her father and her eyes remain locked in from that point forward. When she pauses to hug her knee, Yoiko stands up, walks closer, and gives her a hug. "Hey, it's alright. You can't change where you came from and I'm not judging anything."

When she finally stands up again, she glances around the room a moment before settling on a stack of papers and a pen. She marches over to pick them up and plops down beside Liyara on the couch. Each page is covered with scribbles and notes, mostly diagrams and mathematical formulas. She flips through until she finds a blank page. "If you're gonna keep talking about all these other people, I'm going to start making a flow chart." While she sounds as borderline sarcastic as always, there's no humor in her expression. She's serious.

She jots down a few names, at the top. 'Syric, Mistra, Sharr' and draws lines between them, crossing out Mystra and adding 'Asmodeous' underneath with a dash and then 'Dad.' "Okay. Please go on!"

Liyara just stares at Yoiko as she pulls out diagrams, and then offers the weakest laugh and scoots over on the couch, then leans against Yoiko for comfort even as she corrects the Commander's spelling. "... I found this all out not long before I ended up here. It was the dead end in a long trail of bodies left in my wake. Most of them deserved to perish." She says, with utmost certainty. "...But not all."

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">There are many schools of the arcane in Toril. Schools of evocation, schools of transmutation, and schools of illusion or enchantment. Relatively few schools of necromancy, yet they existed all the same. The Tolarian Academy for the Arcane Arts was general purpose, which you may be forgiven for believing was a varied and diverse curriculum. But that general purpose was god-slaying. This was, of course, not advertised on the syllabus, but its Headmistress directed the content courses almost as surely as if she was teaching them herself.

Her name was Liyara, daughter of Lux, and many other titles besides. Nestled comfortably within the nation of Amn, the Academy was the only place licensed for free practice of magic anywhere in the country. To say that Amn was a mercantile nation is to say that Klingons are obstinate. It is true, but the full scope of the greed is not easily understood.

Practice of unlicensed spellcraft was illegal in Amn, and Liyara had to perform quite a sizable service to gain an exemption for an entire school. However, this was hardly an inconvenience. It just so happened that by the time Amn become aware of Liyara's presence, it also became aware of a Cowled Wizard that ran an extremely illegal child-soldier program, creating expendable mages, under the cover of the Council's blessing. Liyara was able to prove this because she had been one such child-soldier, but no longer. They trained her, Hoshimaru, and the others to destabilize entire governments covertly, and they were very good at it. By the time Liyara made Amn aware it was in her debt, it was not a request for forgiveness for killing a Cowled Wizard. It was an invoice for services rendered.

Under the cover of the Headmistress of the Tolarian Academy, she traveled the continents for her... research. Found people she was looking for, tortured information out of them, and killed them, unless they were more useful to her alive.

Most weren't.

She was seeking those responsible for an attack on Mount Hotenow decades prior. The humans she tracked down first, for they were short lived and she would be damned if any of them would die of natural causes.

She would be damned if they didn't, too.</div>

"When I killed the King of Neverwinter, I had thought I was closing the loop. He had ordered the attack, he had financed everything. But it was worse than I'd feared. He did not order the attacks out of vanity or fear, but duty." Liyara brings her other leg up, hugging both knees together now. "...He had done it to stop my father's plans, believing that Father's corruption could not be allowed to spread. I chastised him as I cut him down, proclaiming that I was more than that monster's twisted schemes. Yet even as I protested, when I struck him down, I felt it. The weave surged. The king fell, and with him, another living ward entrusted to bear the load should anything happen to Mystra." Her eyes start to glass over a bit, and she bites her lip. "Of course... What was one ward? There were thousands. And who could even hurt Mystra in the first place?" Magma wells up slightly where she bit her lip too hard. It's as beautiful as it is dangerous to touch, ruby lips indented only for brilliant orange to glow and pool in that dent. "...I was naive. In my quest for vengeance, I had enabled my father's ascent. He was now forever out of my reach." ... Vengeance?

The blonde woman taps her pencil against the page filled with notes and at least one doodle of a chibi Liyara breathing fire. "Wait, back up. I thought Mystra was already dead? I thought Cyric killed her?" She continues tapping a moment as she thinks, "Or is this one of those 'someone new becomes them'/reincarnation-type situations?"

It takes her a full minute to back out of 'study mode' and go back to addressing the emotions on display. "Crap. I'm sorry, I got a little too into that." She places a hand on Liyara's cheek, being very careful to avoid the searing trickle of heat on her lip, and tilts her face towards her to look into her eyes. "We don't have to do all this right now."

Yoiko glances down at her page of notes and shakes her head, "I'm not going to judge you for things that happened before I met you, and I'm not going to think any less of you if you leave this story unfinished." At that she puts her hands in her own lap because dangit, the urge to wipe that 'blood' away is strong and she enjoys having thumbs.

Liyara looks into Yoiko's eyes like the blonde has just asked her if water is a liquid or a solid. "...I was explaining my part in Mystra's death. This happened concurrently to Cyric stabbing her with the black blade, and is why the weave could not survive her death." She frowns a little, and then tosses a hand off to one side. "You see? I am no bard. I am telling you everything backwards. Let me explain from my beginning. That will be easier." She breaks their locked gaze after a moment, and takes a deep breath, beginning again.

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">In Realmspace, for that is what we call the crystal sphere containing Toril, there are many dragons. Chromatic dragons of many hues, Metallic Dragons of many casts, and even Gem dragons of many facets. Now it so happens that Chromatic dragons are evil. This is not a slight or a judgement upon them, it is an inherent magical law of their being in the same way that all Metallic dragons are good. Neither choose this for themselves, it is chosen for them before they are born, and none have ever noticed the yoke, let alone chafed under it.

Red dragons are some of the most evil of all, but for one, an unusual exception. Lux, daughter of Hoondarrh, the Red Rage of Mintarn. Unusually bright for a Red, Lux took in her youth to wearing human shapes and toying with mortals, finding them pleasant company and pleasant snacks. Her mortal guise pretended to be caring and kind, and so it was a great surprise to everyone involved when a trickster placed a Helm of Opposite Alignment upon her head. Such a thing is normally a brainwashing, yet for a Chromatic dragon, it had to be more, for her alignment was decided magically, not by choice like mortals. She became good in every way, the very thing she had merely pretended to be to lure travelers to their demise. Her entire magical structure was re-written, and she became a staunch ally of the righteous, even if she had to do it from the shadows.

If Lux was to sire children, they would likewise turn out as her, kind and virtuous, a true anomaly in the world of Red dragons. But Lux's secret was not so secret; one creature, one devil, had sussed out the truth of her, and had a delicious idea, more of a whim, really. The world's first and only clutch of good Red dragons was all well and fine, but what if they carried the taint of the hells within them? What delicious corruption - what a delightful back and forth as their nature forced them to be one thing, while the darkness in their hearts forced them to be another? This was the kind of thing he lived for, and his name was Asmodeus.

So he appeared to Lux as a handsome and beguiling Red Dragon with a story, a perfect lie. A dragon who had walked amongst humans and grown fond of them, had freed himself from Tiamat's shackles and was becoming something... more. Not Good, necessarily, but neutral, his own dragon. It was the perfect bait. Lux believed she could help him come to the light, and they shared a night of passion before her charming suitor disappeared into the black, never to be seen again. She soon found she was pregnant with a clutch of his children. But she did not know what she truly carried.</div>

"...I never knew any of this part growing up. I would learn it later with scrying magics, legend-lore, spells that let me observe the past as if it was happening in the present." Liyara admits, and shrugs a bit. She reaches up and wipes her own orange-hot blood away from her lip absent-mindedly. There, taken care of. Now she just has this slightly glowing stain across the lips. It's fine.

Yoiko had gone back to furiously scribbling notes as the red haired woman continued. Eventually she holds the page at arm's length, turns it sideways, then slowly shakes her head. "You're not telling it backwards. Not everything can be understood chronologically."

She finally turns the page, starting with a clean slate, and then thoughtfully chews on her pencil. "You know, if nothing else you could probably sell this as a TV series." Looking up with a wide grin, Yoiko then turns to face Liyara, pulling up her knees to angle the paper like an easel. "Okay, so Asmodeus is a bit of a jerk - no offense intended. He manipulates your Mom, plays a long con for power, and you get saddled with being a weapon while you're stuck in Magic Academy because teachers seem to suck in every reality."

There's something scribbled on the new sheet of paper before she looks over the page and asks, "Totally off topic, but did you ever listen to the Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin? Earth song, mid-twentieth century? I've got this hunch it'd be up your alley." She grins like this was meant to be funny, but doesn't elaborate further.

"The... immigrant song?" Liyara blinks at that, then shakes her head. She doesn't have to do her 'reading in her memory' thing to know she's never heard that. "No. What is that? Do you have it?" The dragoness actually drops the thread, pulled out of her thoughts. She looks curious, which is better than pensive, probably. Yoiko is very good at that.

The Commander jumps up to her feet, walking over to the desk across from them. She knocks taps a few buttons on the small keyboard there (with keycaps that look like cats playing) and the monitor on the wall above blinks to life. "Old Earth music is kinda my favorite. It's got an edge to it that you don't really hear anywhere else. The Klingons have their big sweeping operas, but the humans.... they have this sound they call 'rock' that I just absolutely love."

She's opening apps as she's speaking, searching through some kind of music player branded with the Canarybox logo. What won't they stream to people? "Here it is!" A loud guitar riff echoed by drums comes out of speakers hidden around the small quarters. The music gallops like a steed charging into battle. "This is something to do with these nomadic people in Earth's past. Vikings, I think they're called? Really doesn't matter." A voice cries out under the music screaming a melodic 'AAAAAA' that shifts pitch.

''We come from the land of the ice and snow/From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow'' 
''The Hammer of the Gods/Will drive our ships to new lands/To fight the horde and sing and cry'' 
''Valhalla, I am coming...'' 
''On we sweep! With threshing oar! Our only goal will be the Western Shore!!"'' 

''We come from the land of the ice and snow/From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow'' 
''How soft your fields, so green/Can whisper tales of gore/Of how we calmed the tides of war'' 
''We are your Overlords...'' 
''On we sweep! With threshing oar! Our only goal will be the Western Shore!!"'' 

''So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins! For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing!!''

The remainder of the song trails off with soft 'ooooo'ing.

Yoiko shrugs as the song slowly comes to a close, "I did say it was totally off-topic." When it finally fades out she turns it off, returning again to the couch. "Sorry, something about the story just made it click and it suddenly felt very you."

Liyara listens to the song intently from the first "Aaaaaaaa", and her slit pupils dilate. She looks kind of enraptured, and then she grins midway through the song, starting to enjoy it. She looks very impressed. But she doesn't speak up until after the song is over.

"...This is very impressive music. The bards who made it should be very proud, and well-rewarded." Well, Yoiko did say it was old earth music, but ... that could mean a lot of things.

"It makes me think of the Eddas from the north." It would.

The blonde woman chuckles at the reaction but insists on apologizing again. "I didn't mean to derail everything, but you know how it goes once an idea pops in there..." She laughs again as she tries to get comfortable. "So, y'know. Now that the theme is set, I guess. Shall we continue?"

"No, it was... good." Liyara admits when Yoiko apologizes, and there's a nod of her head. "Music is one of the things these human worlds have in impossible abundance. Best to partake." The dragoness takes a deep, steadying breath, and then nods a second time, this time giving herself permission to continue.

"Lux was a good mother, not that I have much to compare her to. She was kind, she loved us, and she never let us doubt that." Running a hand slowly through her own hair, Liyara's eyes take on a distant look, remembering. "I would later learn not all mothers could manage that."

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">In the land of Faerun, in the world of Toril, in the sphere of Realmspace, there was a queen. Her name was Lux, and she was powerful, for she was a red dragon, and they are never weak. She was beautiful, for all dragons are beautiful in their own way, but also because of her heart. Unlike other red dragons, she was good and kind. This marked her as unique amongst her kin, and the country that she ruled over was one of magic and adventure. Under her protection, mortal cities flourished, and those that would prey on them withered. Her children were many, having laid nine eggs in total, a number that would have given her pause if she'd had cause to contemplate the reason.

The first to hatch was Liyara, a full three days before the others. To Lux, she was a miracle - bright, earnest, and observant. Her brilliant green eyes took in everything, and she took her first human shape on her first birthday, a full hundred years ahead of schedule. The other eight children were equally brilliant, but Liyara was given to be the favorite. Having the advantage of an early hatching, she was the clear firstborn, and as much as a bunch of unruly children can be said to be "led", Liyara led them. Lux taught them all about the world outside Mount Hotenow, and the mortals that lived there, and after Liyara's first transformation, all of the children were eager to learn more about how mortals lived and what it was like to walk amongst them. Lux urged caution, because mortals, and humans in particular, came in all varieties. Kind, cruel, smart, vapid, pious and covetous.

That was a word she did not have to teach them - covetous. While Lux's nature had been re-written, dragons will still be dragons, and each of them had something they collected and squirreled away to roost on, without really even needing to understand why. For Liyara, it was gold, truly she was the most like the red dragons of old, but for Lisan, it was tomes. He slept on them with care, arranging them just so, for he could not bear the thought of his weight crinkling a single page. He was the smartest of the children, for he was more well read than any of them, and dragons do not forget. Liandrin hoarded swords, and his scales naturally toughened to be able to roost upon even enchanted ones without discomfort. Liyara leaned on him to help teach them all how to fight in their human forms, which all of them managed within a week of their first birthday. It was understood they would one day go amongst the mortals and be ambassadors for their new Dragonflight. For that, Liyara learned much from her sister Lila, who gathered works of mortal art. There was much you could learn about people through their art, she would insist at length, and the firstborn agreed, for the artistic wyrmling espoused insights that surprised even Lux with their veracity.

And Lucian, cunning Lucian with his invisible hoard. He collected debts, favors owed, promises made, because he said what better hoard than the one people cannot see, and cannot take from you? Lux was impressed with his pragmatism. She was far less impressed with Lena's hoard, if only for the difficulties it caused. Lena chose to make her metaphorical nest atop piles of clothing, claiming that garments were the key to identity, and that if one controlled how the world saw them, they controlled who they were in the world. Lux was less certain about this, but Liyara believed her sister was onto something, and would praise Lena while gently prying her own outfits free of the child's hoard. Not so, with Lon, however. Liyara's youngest brother was given to collecting explosives, sleeping on them every night and occasionally waking himself (and everyone else) when an errant snort set them off. He would always be found laughing amidst the smoldering ruins of his room, charred from head to foot but elsewise hardly damaged. He claimed that there was no such thing as too much fire, and Liyara just couldn't make herself see things his way.

Lux, of course, had her favorites beside Liyara, and it was the second and third oldest that held those spots, though she would never tell this to the others. Second born, Landon collected animals. Beasts, magical creatures, prey, predator, it did not matter, he gathered them and he slept in a giant pile with them. He had an incredible knack for taming and befriending the creatures, and he always explained that friends and allies that trusted you, and could be trusted in turn, were more valuable than any gold or art or clothing. While she saw the wisdom in his words, Liyara found she just did not have his easygoing knack for friendship. She got along much better with her own personal favorite, the thirdborn - Luna. Named after Selune and nearly as beautiful, Luna hoarded magical scrolls, artifacts, and tomes, the last of which she generously shared with Lisan, lest he come up short in magical knowledge, which would be a shame. Luna studied magic lustfully and with great passion. Before the age of four, she had already learned how to convince magical items that she was of the appropriate skill, experience, and alignment to use them. Liyara loved her, and if there was one sibling she could have chosen to be, it would have been Luna.</div>

"It was a good family, if perhaps a little unruly. None of us could hold a candle to Mother, but even she could see that in our fields of expertise, we would soon overtake her, and she saw to it that none of us neglected an area of education just because one of us was better at it than the others. She was wise, I think, for a Dragon. It is..." Liyara tucks her chin in, realizing first what she just said, and then that she has to finish it honestly, in spite of her reservations. "...not a common trait for our kind. Wisdom." She gives Yoiko a look that says she will deny that vehemently if it is ever mentioned outside this room.

Yoiko nods her head at the statement about other mothers not being so kind and gives a knowing sigh. She's had a few lifetimes and known a number of people. "A shame kindness isn't quite so universal as it should be..."

As the story carries on Yoiko goes back to her notebook. A few sketches of eggs in a nest with names written across each one. Admittedly she aww's at the idea of baby Liyara. There's a few notes she makes at the bottom of the page to ask when there's a more natural pause in the story.

At the explanations about their various hordes, Yoiko quickly scribbles into the margins, *Buy gold sheets* with several underlines. This does get another question for later though, which she'll ask in just a moment.

When Liyara gives her *the look* Yoiko giggles, deciding this is the time to start with more questions. "Okay, couple of things. When you took your first forms, where they already adult, or did you have to grow into them?" She adds quietly, mostly under her breath, "I kinda wanna see a cute tiny you..."

She'll wait until some sort of answer is given before moving on to the next question. "Alright, secondly: The hordes? Is it the physical presence of the objects, or the knowledge of its existence? Lucian makes it sound like it's more about the existence." There's no mockery in her tone. She's genuinely curious and wanting to learn more about it assuming Liyara is willing to explain.

"The first one I took was who I felt like inside. I believe humans would view it as an eight year old girl. She grew with me." Liyara answers softly, smiling at Yoiko. "...You're looking at a version of her now." So... while her base form is a dragon, this is who Liyara identifies as? Best not to call the dragon form her true form, then.

She stands from the couch, giving Yoiko an affectionate head bop first, and then takes a breath, spinning slowly, just enough for the skirt of her dress to flare out, and it flares out more dramatically than usual, covering her from view completely for a fraction of a second, and then it comes back down, and the dress is different. White, linen, simple, with gold laces in the front that don't really need to be there, and a tiny little redheaded girl with soft, cherubic cheeks and brilliant, piercing green eyes is staring at Yoiko. Short, stubby little horns and wings so tiny they make Adult Liyara's mostly ornamental wings look strong and powerful. She smiles, and it's a devastating, adorable thing that makes a heart ache.

"It's normally..." The tiny voice that comes out is so cute it actually hurts, and the little girl winces. She throws an arm up, and a capelet that she wasn't wearing a moment ago swirls through the air, and when it passes, the form of Liyara that Yoiko is used to appears again, crouched down to make the transition more... geometrically probable. "...it's normally the physical collection. The things you have and therefore noone else can have them. But Lucian was a very special child."

She stands to her full height again, and takes a little breath. She makes a small gesture, and flames flicker to life in the air, resolving into the surprisingly clear shape of a young boy. He wears a smug smile, has eyebrows that are a little too arched, and has the easy bearing of someone that's going to grow up to break every heart. "He was his father's son. Always violating the spirit of the law, never the form."

With a brief nod Yoiko acknowledges Liyara's description, understanding the mental image of one's self better than most. But when she stands and bops her in the head, Yoiko shakes her head in disbelief. She barely manages a "What are you-?" before the transformation takes her breath away.

It makes her heart melt a little at first, but when the little voice speaks up the Trill woman's maternal instincts kick in and it takes all she has not to wrap her up in her arms and vow to protect her forever. Luckily that heavy dose of Linda's influence gets to take a back seat when Liyara shifts back to normal, but it doesn't stop a brief sound of disappointment from being muttered unconsciously.

"...that would be such a dangerous ability with a Symbiont. I don't even want to think what that'd do to me." She takes in the rest of the answers to her question with another nod, but her mind is still reeling from the transformation she'd witnessed. "...does it hurt to do that?"

That question draws an eyebrow arch from Liyara, and then she shakes her head slowly. "No. I can be anyone, as long as they're me." She delivers the statement rote, her bog-standard confession to two dozen close friends and lovers, before she tucks her chin in and looks closer into Yoiko's eyes. "...I must keep one of the wings, the tail, or the horns. And my hair will always be red. Feathers if I turn into a bird, and I have, and it was strangely comfortable and I do not wish to examine that."

The woman looks thoughtful, and then manages to look a little guilty. "...That was a lie. I'm sorry, it's a force of habit. These are rules about who I am, but who I am can be shifted, these rules are not hard and fast, and I have impersonated other specific people that are very much not me."

Yoiko tilts her head to the side and nods at the confession. "Hey... It's okay." She gestures around at everything around them, "Look. I know what it's like. You should see some of the things I've had to say to get out of doing a physical. Think about what other cultures would do if they knew they could have immortality given to them and potentially infinite knowledge just for having a Symbiont inside them?"

She puts a hand to her side where they had to cut her open to allow it to bond with her. "It doesn't matter that only about 10% of our population is even compatible. They'd find out and the Klingons, the Romulans, and who knows what else would descend on Trillius Prime to raid the Caves of Mak'ala. The Symbionts would be taken, dissected, and our history and legacy would be destroyed."

"If it hadn't been for Twisted making me feel like I'm constantly a little drunk, I probably wouldn't have even told you." She sighs, "It's not anything personal, but that's a lot of trust." Yoiko frowns just thinking about everything she's admitted. "I'm not saying that my secrets and yours are any more or less important. But I know the feeling. It becomes an automatic response that never wants to go fade away." She looks up at Liyara and gives a weak smile, "...and I think that means we've come full circle already."

If allowed, she'll reach out and grab Liyara's hand, her own shaking slightly. "Nothing we say leaves this shuttle. I promise."

"Ah..." Liyara looks surprised at Yoiko's declaration about the risk of other races finding out, and then her eyes widen. She understands this threat very well, and she is frankly surprised she didn't consider it. "I... think I understand."

The redhead bites her lip again, and then nods. "...Mother always told us, people's envy is the most dangerous thing. They hate, fear, and desire what they don't understand, sometimes all in equal measure." Well, yes, that's true. But it does seem like perhaps she might have learned that from her own experiences, not just what she was told.

"...I've always understood that. I'm sorry I didn't think of it, but I won't make that mistake again. Noone else will learn it from me." She swears to Yoiko, and she seems... unusually earnest? Genuine. It's a little unlike her, letting the distance evaporate from between her mistakes and her accountability. Maybe that's special for Yoiko.

For no easily explainable reason Yoiko's mind suddenly conjures up the two of them in chibi form fist bumping suddenly, and it unexpectantly causes her to snort and start doodling exactly that. "Sorry, not the best timing." She's blushing a little, but she holds up the sketch a moment later - revealing that Yoiko was never the best artist, but it's clear what she was going for.

She grins, looks at the page, frowns, tries to grin again. It'd be more comical if she wasn't so sure she just ruined a genuine moment between them. She sets the page down and brushes some of her hair out of her face. "I believe you. I trust you. I wouldn't have told you, well, any of this otherwise." She adds after a moment of thought about how Twisted affects her, "...most likely."

Yoiko tries to play that last part off as a joke, but she's actually worried about it now that she's had a moment to think. "Note to self, no more away missions to weird gravitational paradoxes without some sort of inhibiter." She frowns again.

Realizing she's still probably coming off like she's downplaying the moment, Yoiko gives a weak smile, "I'm sorry. I'm going off on a tangent again." She rises up and puts an arm around Liyara's shoulders. "But again, I promise I won't breathe a word of this to anyone." She tilts her head from side to side in an extra moment of thought, "...but if held at gunpoint I'm going to gush about how cute little you was." A sage nod is given. "I'll have to return that favor with some old photos next time I'm back on the station."

There's a tiny laugh at that, Liyara smiling at the idea. "As if I'd let anyone hold you at gunpoint." There's that possessiveness again. She relaxes visibly, and takes a slow, deep breath, straightening out her clothes. It's ritualistic, of course. Her githweave adjusts in any way she wants, no touch needed. But running her hands down her sides fills space in the conversation and draws attention to her silhouette.

Everything always has to be just so.

"Yes, let's avoid jumping into any more black holes unexplored. In my world, we would send a scrying sensor first. Or some other form of remote detection." Well. Her world can't be THAT backward if they actually take safety precautions. That's one thing she and Starfleet often have in common. ... But wait, is she saying they have a protocol, or this is just... something people know to do?

When Yoiko apologizes, Liyara shakes her head. "It's good. Tangents are good. Memories are... hard." Are they? Liyara hasn't really given the impression that anything is hard for her, save perhaps considering other people's feelings. In fact, she routinely denies it.

Hmm.

Yoiko gives a bit of mock offense to the very idea, "We sent sensor probes first! It's not like anyone on the ship would have known to calibrate it to a Trill's Symbiont's physiology before we beamed down." She shrugs playfully, holding up her hands in defeat. "Y'know, 'cause of all the other things we've just talked about."

Sitting back on the couch again, Yoiko curls up against the armrest and lowers her voice a little. "Soooo... speaking of. Federation transporters like the one we used earlier have a filter built into them that identifies any foreign bodies and removes them during transport. It's a safety function to prevent beaming up from a planet where a viral outbreak might contaminate the ship and kill everyone." She gives another light shrug, "It happens, maybe not to that extent, but you get the idea..."

She taps her chest, "...and then we introduce the best kept secret of my race." She lets out a long, slow sigh. "Talking to you about all this is one thing. Having to explain to Jon that the transporter could literally kill me because of a safety measure was not a fun conversation when I hadn't even told him what a Symbiont was." She pauses and counts on her fingers, "So you are the fifth person I've told about the Symbiont, you know. Two where because I had to - because I needed to be able to disable the biofilters without getting court martialed. One because she was there to help me when I was joined, one because she had to teach me about Star Trek because one of the first things she did was ask if I was a Joined Trill..." She adds under her breath, "...stupid Twisted." And then with a smile, "And you. Because I trust you, and I don't want to have to keep secrets from you. Especially those that might hurt you somehow."

Yoiko bites her lip thoughtfully a moment and then taps her notes. "I've derailed everything again, haven't I?" She shoo's Liyara. "Back to your story! Stop letting me ramble!"

"Wouldn't... that have killed you?" Liyara immediately makes the connection about the transporter filter, because of course she does. But then a moment later. "...You have to manually program it to not kill you?!" Aaaand there it is. She's righteously indignant again.

"How did you know I didn't have a magical symbiote that would kill me?" She looks like she's going to get all worked up again, and then she laughs and runs a hand through her hair, sighing. It's already done, isn't it? She didn't die, and now they're back.

"Your derailing is much more entertaining than..." Liyara trails off, her eyes losing focus, glassing over. She shivers, just a little. Easy to miss. And then tiny little magma pearls bead around her tear ducts and her face twists up, unhappy.

"...This." She waves at her face like she make it stop doing this treasonous, leaking thing. She brushes the irridescent, molten tears away and shakes her head. "Sorry. I'm not... it's not like the way you remember." How would she kn-- oh, right, she actually would know how Yoiko remembers, specifically.

"I'm here, with you, but I'm also standing there, five years old, and it's... I don't normally do this." She swallows, and sweat beads on her forehead.

Instinctively Yoiko leaps forward to try and comfort her, but... obviously that might be more dangerous than the unmodified transporter. She hesitates at the last second, remembering hot=bad and decides to try and help in a different direction. "Hey-heeeeey! Listen to my voice. Focus on my words. Liyara, this moment. Right now. Not any of those other ones. You're sitting with me in my little crappy ship that I made in my apartment. We're telling stories and not thinking about all those scary things going on we have no control over yet." Yet is the important thing to remember.

Maybe distracting is the right thing to do? "And I knew you'd be okay because Jon had already made sure my changes were made on the station. Anything larger than a microbe is automatically ignored. We're talking things smaller than a grain of sand." She huffs a bit, "Not like I'm going to let some crappy future tech break my favorite person!" Well, it feels like future tech on Twisted at least, and she knows it. Especially to Liyara.

Not sure if it's working or not, she goes back to her first efforts to get through. "Look, we have to have a whole thing with guided meditations to merge the voices of our past Hosts into the background of our lives, but that said it's still totally possible for an unfocused mind to be taken over by them - especially if they have a very loud and dominate personality. It sounds like that's what you're going through right now. Just ignore all that other stuff and focus on now. This moment is the most important one at the moment. Not your past. Not your future. Those things can come bother you in their own time."

"It wasn't that crappy." Liyara admits in a small voice, almost like she's afraid someone will hear her and never let her live that admission down.

She takes a deep breath, and tries again. There's a moment where her breath is unsteady, and she opens her mouth to speak, and then the tears come again and she wipes them away furiously. She laughs, trying to deflect the embarrassment, but what she's embarrassed for is anyone's guess.

Crying? Everybody cries.

Crying in front of Yoiko maybe?

"It all happens at once. It's not like... I can fully control it." It seems an awful lot like she's skirting around some serious trauma, which... Yeah, people have described PTSD before as being unable to turn a memory off. Is it worse with magical, eidetic memory?

Yoiko has to correct her, make her focus on the now. "It *isn't* that crappy. Not *wasn't* that crappy." She places a hand on Liyara's shoulder and squeezes gently. "Yeah, I completely get it. It's like living the entire lives of three different people. No idea what that's like, babe." She smiles playfully and tries to keep Liyara's eyes focused on her.

"C'mon. If you don't come back to this moment, you're going to miss out on whatever I might do next." She gestures wildly with her free hand. "I've told you all these dark secrets, maybe I'm going to show you where all my spots are next." She wiggles her eyebrows at the idea and smirks.

"Pretty sure you've not seen them under proper lighting, y'know. They actually go down to my little toes." She reaches up and tugs the collar of her shirt. "I can't show that to some five year old, y'know - and I'm not going to show them to someone who I haven't met yet. So get it together, girl." Hey, if nothing else has worked. May as well try this approach.

"Did you know I'm totally going against my people having crawled in a bed with you?" She grins, "We're supposed to be better than that. 'Intimacy is for procreation, not entertainment.' It's all about expanding your mind and becoming a better being." She squeezes Liyara's shoulder again, "I make exceptions for you. But only if you're gonna come back to me in the here and now." She then lowers her head, almost close enough to touch foreheads together but not enough to start burning. "You can do this. I believe in you. Don't make a liar out of me."

"I'll try." Liyara says, and she sniffs and she smiles and she makes another face. "...This is absolutely unacceptable, I look like a troll." No, even when trying to hold in tears and grimacing, she's gorgeous. The lighting always hits right, the dress always sits perfect, and the occasional glowing trail leaking from an eye is like the heavenly ichor.

"I can... Maybe I can show you?" Liyara says, and then she takes some of those tears, gently brushing them onto her fingertips, and begins tracing. Sigil-work. Rituals to make the magic believe it is powered by the weave, and not her elemental essence. She learned this long ago.

"It will likely be easier." Her voice is steadying again, finding her composure. Whether it's the embarrassment or simply to spite her treasonous body, she's locking it down.

A complex mandala of burning sigils bleed off her finger, painted into the air with fire and magic, essence and will. And sure enough, after a moment, she waves a hand at the barest section of bulkhead wall. It almost doesn't matter if it's actually bare. Much like a projector it will display over whatever is there regardless. But it's less distracting if there aren't other things to see at the same time.

The image flickers to life. Brilliant colors that are more vivid than the most brilliant display. The interior of a keep buried in a mountain, which should be drab and brown and gray, but somehow it is vibrant. The browns have more color, and everything has some kind of... Aura?

The Trill woman can't help but laugh at the comment about looking like a troll, barely getting a chance to shake her head in objection before Liyara starts working her craft. She backs up enough to get out of her way, and her eyes go wide as another world suddenly projects itself above her desk.

She's about to comment on the aura when she sniffs the air, realizing that she smells something burning. Something other than Liyara's sweat - or whatever you call it. With a little flailing she dashes out of the room and into the tiny bathroom adjacent the room they came in from. Water can be heard flowing suddenly and a second later Yoiko comes back with her hair wet. One tiny strand of hair is singed above her left eye.

"Shit." She huffs and flops back onto the couch with her arms crossed. "We've gotta work on personal space." This is a joke. A bad one. "Clearly I don't know to keep my distance when you're all hot and bothered like that." And now a pun or two. She huffs a bit and settles in to see whatever the magic has been crafted to share.

"I told you I'm smoking." Liyara says, her voice quietly amused, but at the same time, there's an effort, a strain to it that isn't normally there. She is forcing herself composed. It is a struggle. It is hard.

The image above Yoiko's desk bobs about, the view of someone walking down the gray and brown halls. It's more than just the vivid colors; everything has some sort of faint glow surrounding it. The glows remind vaguely of heat maps; the stronger and more colorful the glow, the more magical the item - this is immediately apparent as the viewer looks from a bare wooden table to an ancient suit of armor standing guard over the hallway. The former has an incredibly faint green glow, barely enchanted at all, whereas the armor has the bright golden nimbus of transmutation magic infusing it.

"I did it." The voice is small, hushed, and awed. It came from Liyara, but it almost sounds like it could have been that tiny version of herself from earlier. "I cast 'Detect Magic'. Luna was right. Of course she was." The voice sounds as unsurprised that Luna was right as it sounds envious.

The image jumps, it blurs. The memory is perfectly clear, probably clearer than it would have seemed to most people while it was happening, but the way her mind winds through it isn't linear, not chronological, it's thought to thought, memory to memory. The image jumps to a new one, with no magical auras displayed, though the colors that are shown remain too-vibrant. There is now a small girl, who looks a little older than that tiny Liyara from before. She has long and lustrous black hair with red streaks running through it, and she is slowly running a brush down the length while looking at a tome in front of her. She is studying the book closely, and not looking at the viewer at all. She is abstractly beautiful in that very specific way that some children can be - clearly hinting at the person they'll become, but still small and evoking the need to be protected.

This girl has no horns, and her wings are folded elegantly down the small of her back. While she appears to be about ten years old, she has none of those awkwardly sized features or nervous tics associated with a child still growing and learning. No, she looks like a woman writ small. Without turning, the girl, Luna probably, tells the viewer in a voice sounding like bells ringing in the new year, that it isn't going to work if she simply tries to force it. The trick is to emulate what the spell gets from the weave. Remember that our blood is stronger than the ambient magic in the air, you have to dilute it, it's about precision. You'll get it soon enough, the girl assures the viewer, and then she finally spares a glance their way, and her expression softens.

The image flickers back to the hallway with the suit of armor, auras jumping back into view, and Liyara takes a deep breath, looking away from the image as if it isn't coming from her own head anyway. With careful control, the image pulls away from the hallways of the keep, showing a montage now of her world.

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">There are rules for all things, and while some are flexible, meant to be teased and cajoled, others are rigid and immutable. In the year 1359, the Time of Troubles, every single one of these rules was being tested. Gods fell, and their replacements walked among men. The weave was in turmoil, and paranoia was rampant. Rumors abounded that Asmodeus was growing a small army of corrupted dragons to blight and scour the land, and were believed as a manner of course. For if there was one rule everyone could agree on, it was that Asmodeus is cruel, and his cunning without limit. </div>

Yoiko can't help but snicker at Liyara's joke, but she stays quiet - especially as voices begin to call out from the moving images being displayed. She tilts her head as she watches, trying to figure out the context, but casting an occasional side glance at Liyara worried about how much she seems to be straining.

Still, the fact that she was able to play around is a good sign. Maybe she's not quite as lost as she seemed to have been getting.

There was a moment where Yoiko almost asked what the point of being shown this was, but as the story continues she slides over to her notebook and starts taking notes again. Her eyes constantly flickering back up to the memory being presented.

The images show kingdoms, armies, a whole host of visual effects that don't quite make sense - fiery explosions that don't ignite vegetation - lightning that springs from fingertips rather than arcing from ground to sky - crowds of people. Eventually they settle back on a mountain. A child. A child that Yoiko recognizes because she was just standing in her runabout minutes ago.

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">But in spite of the rumors, none knew where to look for these dragons, and for years Lux's anti-scrying magic kept it that way. Noone in Toril could find them.</div>

The images play. Young Liyara playing with her brothers and sisters. It's an easy guess of who's who. And unintuitively, it's also easy to see some elements of Adult Liyara in them. Lena's dress. Lila's capelet. Liandrin's dagger in particular stands out. The dress and capelet share similarities to what Liyara wears, but the dagger... that's the same dagger. That edged guard that curves around the fingers with a notch for catching enemy blades is... rather unique.

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">And so in the dormant volcano of Mount Hotenow, a family grew. Exceptional. Brilliant. Happy. Safe. Until the humans came. Until the day I--</div>

Five people in medieval garb, striding down the keep hall. Two women, three men, in silhouette. The auras surrounding them are blinding, incredibly potent and varied, the mix of colors indistinguishable with the amount of magical artifacts they carry. This is an adventuring party. This is the adventuring party.

"--I... Until the day I lost everything." Her register changes, that dramatic high cant narrative collapsing into a first person accounting. Her voice trembles once, then grows still. Interesting, because she won't stop shaking.

"I often dream of that moment."

The room gets colder as Liyara's warmth retreats from it. The dragon's eyes focus somewhere beyond the runabout walls. She's in that mountain, a hundred years ago. It's happening now.

"If I had made a different choice..." A five year old girl is afraid. She is told to get her siblings and run. She hides. She's never *been* afraid before.

It's just until she gets her fear under control.

"...If I'd found you sooner..."

It was only a few minutes.

"...If you had been the ones to survive that day." If she'd done something, anything.

If she'd been brave.

"You would be *far* more impressive than I am now." A small, horned girl counts eight dead children on the ground. She watches a great dragon's head roll slowly towards her. Her mother's gaze finds her as it goes dark.

The girl takes them with her.

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">"She still carries them now."</div>

At some point, Yoiko had dropped what was in her hands. The notepad had ended up on the floor and the pen rolling somewhere on the ground beside it. Right now she's watching wide-eyed with her hands clamped over her mouth. It takes her a long moment of silence before she can react and when she does that protective instinct hits her at full force.

Yoiko practically tackles Liyara, wrapping her up in her arms and holding tightly. It doesn't matter that this is an adult woman she's been running around with non-stop for what feels like years. Right now all Yoiko can see is the pain she must be holding inside and she wants to do everything she can to hug it away.

Liyara will likely feel the Trill woman's own tears falling on her as well as hearing an odd, instinctive shushing sound. Unless pushed away, Yoiko will likely continue to hold her like that, rocking her gently for at least a few moments before she'll even realize she's doing it.

When she comes back to her senses, she'll wipe her own eyes and let Liyara mostly go save for an arm kept around her shoulders. "That's too much to deal with at that age. I don't know how you survived it."

When Yoiko tackle-hugs Liyara, there is no give. The skin is soft but the muscles underneath are rigid, unmoving, like they've frozen in place to brace for pain they must've known was coming. Golden scales have crept up around her throat and eyes, her signature invulnerability evocation, inherited from Liandrin, doing absolutely nothing to protect her from this.

The dragon's eyes - Liyara's eyes - shift back from one time to this one, and they fall on Yoiko. The muscles relax, the scales recede, and the room grows warmer once again. Yoiko brought her back. Because of course Yoiko brought her back.

<div style="text-decoration: underline;">The others--</div>

"...The others didn't, so I had to." Her voice is small, quiet, without the imperious sense she usually layers over it. Just a woman, in this moment. Nothing more. "Have to. Present tense." She corrects herself quietly, and then slowly wraps an arm around Yoiko's waist to match the Trill's arm around her shoulders.

There's a soft sigh of relief when the room begins to warm again, and not just because Yoiko is always cold, but because it seems to be working. She squeezes the poor woman's shoulder once more before gently rubbing circles on Liyara's back. She wants to tell her everything will be alright. She wants to give her hope - they are in a very obvious multiverse setting, after all. Infinite worlds, infinite possibilities, so maybe they're all still alive out there somewhere?

But she doesn't, because that would be cruel. Almost more cruel than that original act itself.

Instead Yoiko literally bites her lip and sighs, "If nothing else, I'm here. You can lean on me all you need. I don't plan on going anywhere. I'm not going to judge. I'm not going to belittle you." She tries to give Liyara a warm smile despite the awful things she'd just witnessed. "I'm just here. For you. Right now."

Yoiko leans over and kisses Liyara's temple, just to make damn sure she realizes she's here. She lets the moment hang in the air for a long, quiet while. But now she has to know, what happened to the people who did this to her? Surely they're not still alive somewhere out there? If the information isn't offered she'll eventually ask, but at least she knows better than to do so before Liyara is ready to talk about it again.

Liyara's eyes shimmer as they hold Yoiko's, and Yoiko can see in them something she's never seen on Liyara before. Genuine fear. Not of what she just went through. Of Yoiko. Of what Yoiko will say. Judgement?

Maybe.

"...Thank you." She finally says, and holds Yoiko close, as much for comfort as for that possessive instinct. "For not trying to make it ok." Ah, she knew. That's what she was afraid of. Not the judgement. The kindness. The kind of thoughtless kindness that could kill a woman who can't be hurt.

The dragon is more than content to wait in silence, so when Yoiko finally asks, she nods slowly. "Talbot and Nea Uskevren. I killed them with my bare hands. They were the hardest - Nea was remorseful when she realized who I was. She didn't ask for forgiveness. She just said they were sorry. She apologized while her husband lay dead and she was bleeding to death. She meant it. The other three were..." Liyara tucks in her chin, closing her eyes. "...considerably easier."

After a long moment, she opens those eyes again. "...I found the one who sent them, the Xanathar, a beholder crime-lord that runs the city of Waterdeep. And found that he was simply a middle-man, given the quest by the king of neverwinter himself. Nasher Alagondar. I let the Xanathar... live." That word is doing some impressive lifting in that sentence, as is the pause before it.

True to her word, Yoiko doesn't judge, but she nods knowing that revenge would have been first on her own priority list as well. Yes, her training forces her to remember that these where people with lives, families, and children. But sometimes retribution is just as valid as preserving life.

"I'm not sure how I would react in that situation." Oh, yes she does. Daemon would have slaughtered them without hesitation. Linda would have found a way to crawl through hell if something had happened to her children. Yoiko would probably steal the ship if it meant making things right even if it meant a court-martial. The look in her eyes probably sells that better than her instinctive urge to play dumb.

She hears the description of Xanathar with a raised brow, not quite understanding the term 'beholder' in this context, but definitely understanding the rest of the implication. "So, I imagine the King was the next person you sought out?"

'Sought out' sounded so much better than murdered.

Liyara looks Yoiko over, seeing that look in Yoiko's eyes, and nods slowly. "...It turns out I am very sure how I would react." She closes her eyes again, and takes a deep breath. There's another tremble, but it's calming. The breath is to help work that out.

"He was, and you already know what happened to him. How my killing him played into my father's plans. How it may have been the entire reason my father sired us. I don't know. It is hard to tell how his mind works. For all our strengths, none of us were our father, not even Lucian." She opens her eyes, wondering, not for the first time, if her brother would have been able to figure the plot out.

Or Luna. Or Lisan. Any of the smart ones, and not just... her.

Yoiko grabs the hand around her own waist and guides it from her back onto her knee and holds it tightly, locking their fingers together. She tries to think of the best way to react to that, but decides against tact and goes for lightening the mood instead, "I guess Father's Day is not your favorite holiday?"

Wait, did they even have a 'fathers day' where Liyara comes from? Welp, too late to take it back now.

"I think after all of this we need to put our plans on hold. Trying to bring down everything half-cocked has kinda lost its momentum in light of all of this." She gives a weak smile and sighs, "Let's put the world on hold and find some place to let off some steam. Maybe grab a bite to eat?"

She adds after a moment's thought, "Something positively neutral. No adventures. No drama." She gives a weak grin again, "And no bookstores. I promise."

"Father's day?" Liyara looks aghast at the question - both never having heard of it and finding it repellent in the same moment. Mission accomplished. "Why would anyone?" Right, because... fathers are not historically her favorite, as surmised.

When Yoiko suggests they put their plans on hold, Liyara furrows her brow. "...I'm not afraid of them, Yoiko." Well, no, but that's kind of the problem, isn't it? Liyara doesn't do afraid anymore. Not anywhere except in this room, in this moment, where it's safe and it didn't cost the world entire.

Her stomach rumbles immediately, though, betraying her. "Apparently I am hungry though."

Before Liyara can comment on whether or not she was afraid, Yoiko interrupts to explain. "Father's Day. It's an Earth holiday. There's a Mother's Day too." She shakes her head softly, "Humans like having excuses to have holidays, I guess."

Of course she knows Liyara isn't afraid of anyone. She could see that in everything she's been told. So instead of responding, she raises an eyebrow, ready to argue that no one was calling her afraid.

Until that low grumble distracts them both. "AH-HAH!" As if she knew this somehow. "See? It was a good plan after all. The plan is not to have a plan!" She adds after a moment of thought, "Have you had pizza yet?"

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Originating from the film Ghostbusters 2, '''Ray's Occult Books''' is your one stop shop for anything book-related you might need to find on Twisted, or at least that's what [[Stantz|Ray]] will tell you. Unlike most of the city, Ray won't let just anyone work here - you have to be approved first.

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Ray's Occult Books is open until 7:00 P.M. on weekdays, midnight on Saturdays

Normally it's considered taboo to keep media around of the origins to current residents. It's a social feux par that's generally frowned upon. This does not apply to Ray's Occult Books, in fact it's one of it's most successful ventures! Anything in print about the supernatural, paranormal, or just general forbidden knowledge can probably be found there if you know what you're looking for. (Although some OOC clues can sometimes help)

As Ray's [[:Category:Ghostbusters|other job]] keeps him away fairly often, [[Kylie Griffin]] was hired to manage the location in his absence. Luckily she has a better knowledge for books than he does, which is impressive to consider if you've ever shopped here. Ray still keeps the final say on new hires.

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'''Ray's Occult Books (2746R)''' 
Walking in the door you are immediately assaulted by the smell of stale patchouli oil and incense. Is this the smell of knowledge? Ray's Occult is a densely cluttered second hand bookstore with stacks of books anywhere there isn't room to place them nicely on shelves. A glass display case makes up the counter which the register rests upon. Inside the case are random "cursed" objects (which look suspiciously like things bought in a yard sale) mixed in between old 1980's Ghostbusters memorabilia.

The view of the street outside is obscured by several rotating racks of comic books lined up in front of the window. No human would order comic books like this. Titles featuring most of the citizens of Twisted are the most prominent including everything from Batman to Gundam with a few indie titles like I Feel Sick in the mix. Either someone is deliberately ordering these books from somewhere because of who's who on Twisted, or Ray's Occult just has the most ironic random collection ever.

Speaking of obscured, in the back of the room behind a wall-mounted television, is a dusty and hard to read sign that states "Any book can be purchased here. Challenge us!"
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Rystan

2026-07-27T04:01:40Z

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|Name=Rystan Aster
|Series=Final Fantasy X
|Class=Thief
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Threat= City Smasher
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human (Al Bhed)
|Age=17 (Appearance)
|Height=5' 6"
|Weight=140 lbs.
|Birthdate=Unknown
|Short=The world's most successful thief, and least successful escape artist. 
'''Miscellaneous''': Rystan is annoying by default. Be forewarned.
|Desc=A punk. That's the first impression most anyone would get at seeing this young man. It's not his light brown hair, which is cut fairly short, only coming about halfway down his neck in typical bishonen style. It's not even his clothes which, while not particularly old looking, still look like they've seen better days... No, even with the ragged pair of black jeans, the shoddily stitched black leather coat, and worn black boots with dull white faceplates that look like they'd laugh in the face of shoe polish, what makes this young man look like a punk is 100% his attitude.

He's often grinning, and if/when you catch his brown eyes, Rystan usually looks at you as if you're his own personal amusement. Then again, maybe it's something else that's making him smile. Regardless, the smile, while easily interpreted as friendly, has that certain look of smugness to it. The way he handles himself doesn't help matters much either. Rystan's always sliding around, as if he's trying to be sneaky and failing miserably. And the strange, almost hyper way he talks, is he making fun of you, or himself? Around the middle and ring fingers of his right hand are two black rings, that look like they're joined together whenever his fingers are touching. All in all, Rystan looks like a young guy that needed a lot more discipline as a child.

|Skills= Primary Skills:

== Teleportation ==

Rystan appears to be capable of dagger-based teleportation, with very limited range but almost impossibly fine control of the position and momentum he ends up in. If he throws a dagger at someone, he can appear anywhere along the dagger's path, or adjacent to that path, and in any position with any inertia he desires. Rystan has been known to use this to appear in mid-attack within extremely intimate proximity to his enemies. Or to steal things no human could possibly steal.

Both his white and black dagger are also capable of teleporting to him, and to each other. Rystan's extremely fine control of teleportation extends to the daggers as well, and they can emerge from a teleport in any angle and direction he wishes.

== Magic ==

Like most characters in the world of Spira, Rystan can use magic. Unlike most characters, Rystan has enough experience fighting and being fought, that he can use ALL magic. This firmly puts him in Final Fantasy Protagonist levels of threatening, especially when he can teleport two inches from someone and drop Ultima.

== Fast Hands ==

Rystan is one of the most dexterous human beings conceivable, at least where his hands are concerned. He can cut the top off of a coke bottle before anyone has even observed him reach for his dagger, and have the dagger away again before the carbonation releases. As a pickpocket, Rystan is nigh undetectable, even to creatures with blindsense. He likes to joke that his tongue is just as quick as his hands, but noone believes him.

== Flaw: Inattentiveness ==

Rystan has ADHD. There is no need to mince words here; did you do something clever? He didn't notice. There is just too much going on that's interesting right now.

In fact, Rystan has been observed not to notice when someone who killed him and attempted to kill his wife entered the room, because other things were happening at the time. It was not a large room. And the person was not subtle.

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The Usual Restaurant

2026-07-27T03:59:44Z

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One of the great universal constants across the multiverse, [[The Usual Restaurant]] exists simultaneously across all parallel worlds sometimes leading to people being deposited on a different world than the one they entered from.

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It is well established that on nearly every world the Usual Restaurant was owned and operated by a version of [[Dragonmaster Cale|Dragonmaster Cale Charis]]. However, the version on Twisted is not. It was constructed as the first building on Twisted along with [[The Twisted Street]] and as such the two are nearly inseparable. Across all worlds the Usual generally has an identical layout caused by an overlap between dimensions. As Twisted's version differs in several ways from the standard Restaurant it has become a bit of an anomaly and will attempt to pull random patrons into it's branch even if they entered a totally different version of it. This has led to situations where a group of people enter the UR only to have one of it's group dropped unexpectedly on Twisted as they attempt to leave the establishment. Luckily this only seems to affect people who have personally visited Twisted meaning at worst they just need to find a way back home. It also means it's highly possible to randomly see people from other worlds come into the Twisted branch unexpectedly and only for the duration of that single visit.

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While inaccessible by any normal means, the Usual Restaurant has many floors beneath it filled with treasures collected from lifetimes of adventures. Included down there are the equipment that maintains the nanobots responsible for repairing the Restaurant and equipment that generates replica costumes of patrons of the establishment. At one time these where used to help people who arrived needing clothing as well as food but as access to the lower levels of the UR have been completely forgotten, so too has this equipment and the costumes it created.

===Unique differences of the UR on Twisted===
* Ownership was claimed by a gargoyle girl named [[Aquariu]] instead of Dragonmaster Cale. This ownership was recently transferred to one of it's more prominent employees, [[Yoiko|Yoiko Hibiki]].
* A second floor exists to the main area of the building which contains several tables and a deck that overlooks the establishment.
* Robotic beings known as [[skutters]] work in the restaurant after becoming stranded on Twisted. When not acting as a type of waitstaff, they can generally be found playing poker in the kitchen or gathered watching westerns.
* The replica costumes mentioned above have been known to be systematically stolen and resold by the the ideological organization ACROSS via an unknown access point.

===The UR Menu and Pricing===
Due to the unique way that it's built, virtually anything can be ordered. In fact finding something that can't is nearly impossible. Ingredients have a way of simply being on the shelves when people go looking for them. Recipes have a way of being in the right place when they're needed. It's not magic in this case but science in a process not entirely unlike what one would see on sci-fi shows like Star Trek. The staff still has to prepare everything, however.

Because of all this the menu items are generally free with any cost being for the labor involved in preparing it. That's why anything paid is considered a tip. You don't have to tip, but you should. Always be nice to the people who prepare what you eat or drink.

===Employment===
The Usual has a long standing reputation of allowing anyone to work part time and keep any tips they earn, because of this there are very few people who are actually considered full time employees. Traditionally there is a large cabinet near the entrance of the kitchen which is filled with various sailor fukus with the initials 'UR' embroidered on the backs of the collars.

===Uniforms===
While the colors are not mandatory, the uniforms are. Male and female uniforms are pictured below.
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===Thursdays===
On Thursday nights one of the random television stations in Mabase shows a John Wayne marathon which the skutters watch habitually. Trying to prevent this will likely get you hogtied in the kitchen where you'll be forced to watch it with them. (They even make little costumes, it's disturbingly cute.) As such Thursday is considered the 'slow' day. If you insist on going in on that day, you might want to accept you'll have to serve yourself.

===Karaoke===
Sitting beside the stage, covered in dust, is an often-ignored karaoke machine in addition to the ones accessible in the Dance Club. Being a multi-verse setting, they seem to have every song imaginable in its digital catalog, assuming anyone is willing to waste the time to try and browse through it. This includes theme songs to the very same anime some characters on the game have come from. Like much of the Usual Restaurant, it's better not to ask too many questions about this.

===Regular NPCs===
The following is a listing of NPCs people are free to use and abuse in scenes. At this point they've been around long enough to become permanent fixtures.
* [[George]] - Always sits in the back, knows everyone
* [[Prinnies]] - Exploding penguins often found in the rafters
* [[Skutters]] - Claw-headed robots who help around the UR
* [[Steve the Bartender]] - It's Steve, he's a bartender.

===Regular Employees===
Below is a listing of semi-permanent employees who currently work in the UR. Need your character to know everyone who comes and goes? Be sure to include these names as well.
* [[Yoiko|Yoiko Hibiki]] - Current owner, sleeps in the back room because she can't find her way out the door
* [[Hinoken]] - Head Chef
* [[Harley Quinn|Harleen Quinzel]] - Frequent part-timer

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'''The Usual Restaurant(#1836R)''' 
You walk into a very large restaurant with high ceilings that leave the rafters exposed. Fluorescent lamps hang from the ceiling, adding light to the floor and tables. Windows adorn the sides of the place, looking out onto the chaos that is Twisted. On some of the walls are paintings, photographs, and holograms of different movies, and a number of people who tend to visit the UR - caught as they're singing karaoke. The hardwood bar rests at the back of the restaurant, surface polished and shiny and all-together spotless (most of the time). Behind the bar are the various beverages that are serveed, and a giant mirror. There seem to be an inordinate amount of different drinks. A large stage rests in one of the corners of the restaurant, with an amazing sound system and a few microphones strung around it. Multiple round wooden tables are in the room, and a swing door leads into the kitchen. Another door leads to the dance club, and another to the gym. And of course, there's an exit. A large fireplace nestles in one of the walls, with a beautiful stone chimney that flows up and out. A long spiral staircase rests near the entrance to the kitchen, leading to a second-floor balcony that overlooks the UR itself. The lights up there are a bit dimmer than those down below.

'''UR: Kitchen(#1845R)''' 
This is a nice clean kitchen, the stoves and ovens spotless, and well-maintained. There is a big storage unit, freezer, and refrigerator containing all kinds of food and drink for meals. There is also a small table with a few chairs in the middle of the room, and in the corner is a set of stairs leading up to a small hatch - allowing you access to the roof.

'''UR: Staff Quarters(#1849RLA)''' 
This is a nice room, with a small entertainment center and a couch and chairs set up around it. It has been redone slightly, and now there are multiple soft, comfy, and large bunkbeds along the wall allowing multiple resting areas.

'''UR: Roof(#1852R)''' 
You climb out the window and on top of the roof of the UR. It's an ordinary roof - although you notice lots of makeshift repair holes spread about in many different places. It slopes down on both sides, as would a normal roof, but not too steeply; so that you can sit and look out across a great view of the city, and even the ocean beyond.

'''The UR: Boys Bathroom(#4376R)''' 
It's a typical male bathroom. Nothing fancy at all. Stalls, urinals, sinks, and a single open shower to wash yourself off with.

'''The UR: Girls Bathroom(#2831R)''' 
The girls side of the bathrooms is lavish and lovely. Beautiful marble tile decorate the floor and sinks, and there's a ridiculous amount of stalls and there is always a gentle smell of strawberry's hanging about in the air. It's quite, quite nice! There's even a closed off section where one could shower if desired!

'''UR: Dance Club(#1842R)''' 
A subdivision of the UR's main restaurant, built after one of the many times the UR has been damaged. Most obvious is a large hardwood floor, perfect for dancing upon, and empty of all hazards that would trip or injure budding dancers. It has been built to accomodate most everyone found in Twisted, with a high vaulted ceiling for those of more than normal height, and also for any fancy flips, leaps, etc. that the more ambitious dancers might attempt. Also, the rafters have been left showing so you can just hang out or dance upon them! There is a stage against the left side of the wall with stairs going up along both sides, microphones resting upon it for anyone who might want to attempt some karaoke. In the back right corner is a small circular platform upon which is a DJ station with all kinds of CDs waiting to be played. The four corners of the room hold giant speakers for giving that powerful surround sound experience. A small padded bench runs along the walls so that one can sit and take a breather in between songs.

'''UR: Gym(#1838R)''' 
This is not your average gym, as the ceiling expands well above the normal height of the main UR. The walls seem to be lined with an odd material that's practically indestructible. Equipment of every kind is spread around the sides of the gym, from weights - ranging from 'wimpy' to those even a Saiyan might have trouble lifting - to jump-ropes. In the middle of the room is a large pad that could adequately fit ten people fighting at once; ideal for those big training sessions. Numerous other pads rest here and there with some even fixed to the walls. There is a small table-like object in the corner that lets you change the gravity of the room ranging from 1-100, along with tons of warning labels preventing you from sueing the UR if you get hurt. Near the back right corner is a large trunk filled with all kinds of weaponry. The rafters of the roof have been left exposed to practice those overhead aerial attacks, and also against one wall is a large panel where you can generate a holographic opponent.

'''Holographic Opponent Generator(#1841)''' 
Embedded into the wall of the gym is the Holographic Opponent Generator, or H.O.G. for short. In it is a large control panel with a screen in the middle, and various buttons in the front. There is a small display on the panel that reads, "Please enter your opponents' power levels." Looking down at the keypad you'll find you can make virtually any kind of opponent from strong to weak, magic-user to powerhouse. It's fairly easy and the directions are simple to understand. A small blinking button that says "generate" lies to the side of the machine, just waiting to be pressed.
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Vergil Madox

2026-07-27T03:48:26Z

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|Occupation=Information Seeker
|Series=Original
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|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=
|Species=Ochazis
|Short=likely either a gaunt thin human resembling Steven Merchant, or a large orange blob. Highly intelegent and looking for more info
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|Age=354 years
|Birthdate=with this many birthdays
|Height=5'9 human, 2' blob
|Weight=163 lbs
|Desc=In blob form, a 156 pound orange sludge that has no big discernable features.

Human form: in this common form he implements he stands about 5'9" his form and face are gaunt and pale, his features don't seem worn by age or stress, usually adorned with a smile and hazel eyes, his dark black hair flows nicely as he can usually be found in a variety of rather standard looking clothing from jeans and a T-shirt to shorts and a tank top and everything in between.

His voice has the twinge of the British background that he has had for his entire life. male-sounding, and a tiny bit higher than average, his voice is the one thing he cannot change. no matter what form he takes, his voice will always be the same.
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' 
While highly intelligent, his people skills can be lacking, and desperate for information or friendship, can be gullible enough to be swayed to do bad things believing himself to be doing good.

Water, Vergil's cellular structure is unstable, while Bullets, swords, and most physical weaponry is completely ineffective, severe heat, or even run of the mill water will dissolve him like the wicked witch of the west, he can reform after being dissolved like this, but it will possibly take days, and depending on the amount of water, weeks or months to get back together. drop him in the ocean, you will likely never see him again. the only way the water weakness can be countered is to be bonded to another creature.
|Background=Vergil is a sentient being made of unspecialized cells. His race is one of many in his world, known in the English language as the Ochaziss. this race of similar gelatinous beings live for centuries as well as have the ability to confer memories and thoughts between each other by touch, their history not being written in books but vivid memories in each individual. these creatures have no tools of their own due to their ability to turn themselves into creatures able to do the job needed. this is offset by their time near humans in which they know of tools but are unsure of why some are needed.

The Ochaziss have been around humans since neanderthals roamed the earth but have kept hidden until just after the first world war. He along with his friend to which he now derives his name, was drafted during the second world war as the battle of Brittan began. during those 6 long years Vergil only killed once to protect his friend and fellow soldiers. That memory still occasionally haunts him. Virgil, like many of his kind spend a lot of time alive, spending exactly 1000 years before they bond with another in their mating ritual, to which they give their lives to give life to the next generation. all this time allows them to collect as much knowledge as possible. Vergil is rather peace-loving, self-defense and eating being the only reasons it is acceptable to kill anything in his mind. he attempts politeness and understanding toward others whenever possible. He is looking for information but hopes to find companions along the way.
|Skills=Perfect Memory: Vergil has an immense memory pool to work off of and he can remember every moment down to the bird chirps from out the window. he likewise can help others do the same using his bond ability.

Bonding: The Ochaziss are symbiotes and can share a body with a host, this 'bond' is temporary and can only be done with a willing host. any unwilling participant will eject Vergil near immediately, this goes for once willing subjects that change their mind. the bond ability allowing for the shapeshifting and modification of physical form of the host(conservation of matter), this can also be conferred as healing unto the host for the price of leaving behind some of his own mass. Access to perfect memories, as stated above. and access to a dream-like state called the "Journey" which acts like an extraordinarily vivid dream for both participants, while "anything is possible" within this imaginative state, it is merely in their heads and their bodies appear to be in a coma.

Shapeshifting, Vergil himself has chosen a natural human form for his average meetings however, that is not to say that he does not contain and occasionally use the ability to shapeshift like his brethren. conservation of mass is again used, becoming larger than a human makes him less dense while smaller forms are denser. he can gain mass by eating organic materials (leaves and such) but prefers not to because it then interferes with his human-like facade. Vergil Also has the ability to split his mass up into several pieces and use them equally, a technical workaround for smaller forms is to split up the mass and have multiples of them, or it be a single detachment from his larger whole.
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Urus

2026-07-27T03:48:12Z

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|Name=Urus Deravin
|Series=Original
|Class=Mercenary
|Alignment=Neutral
|Gender=Male
|Species=Hyena-Human hybrid
|Age=32
|Birthdate=August 13, 2106
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=187lbs
|Short=A walking talking hyena with a sick sense of humor.
|Desc=The creature before you is what happens when science allows man to mix human DNA with animals. It seems the example before you comes from hyena stock. At 6’1” he’s taller than your average person, mostly due to his long digitigrade legs which seem too thin near the ground to hold up the rest of it up, but gets bigger and more natural looking near the thighs. The legs end in large paws, falling slightly short but much wider than a human’s foot. From each of his four toes sprouts sharp obsidian black claws. A dewclaw extends a few inches up on the inside each leg. His body seems neither overly muscular, nor does it seem thin, bringing minor bulk and no extra definition. Similarly built arms end in normal five fingered hands with the exception of more obsidian black claws on the ends of each of the fingers. A short tail grows out from the waistline. the other portion of his extended height is a mildly elongated neck. A hyena’s head caps the figure, two brown eyes staring back. Vicious looking pointed teeth fill the large mouth. A thin, long scar runs down from His nose to its cheekbone. Meanwhile two pointed ears stand atop the head, the right one appearing to have a sizable chunk torn from it.a strange hand shaped white mark in the fur seems to go over the muzzle. The entire mass is covered top to bottom in course, dirty, brown fur. Medium sized black spots randomly spatter the brown canvas.

As for clothing it seems sparse, the outfit looking more at home at an NRA meeting than for actual combat. Snow camo cargo pants are worn just below the waistline seeming to be dropped that far for the reason of baring the tail. It fits loosely around the legs, stopping at the ankle. Its several velcroed pouches seem full, two are placed on the outside of each lower leg, one on either side, large enough to fit an entire hand in. two thin pouches are positioned on the upper left leg, parallel, one right next to the other. A black leather bandolier hangs from his left shoulder, the bottom most portion of it laying at the opposite hip. It is lined all the way around with small 9mm pistol ammunition. His weapon of choice is draped by a sling on his right shoulder, the weapon itself settling where his left hand naturally lies. The weapon itself is an MP5SD-N1, an internally silenced version of the Venerable MP5 German 9mm submachinegun. A solid titanium stock hangs out behind him like a second tail. The entire matte black weapon is covered in silver scratches from front to back due to wear and tear. If one looks closely the letters L and D are etched in, the silver metal showing through. The lettering superimposed upon one another, just above the chamber.

|Skills=Abilities:

Savage Bite: hyenas have an extremely strong bite force up to 1100 psi (the force to crack a human skull is around 400 psi)

Side effects to a recipiant can include but is not limited to bruises, internal and/or external bleeding, pain at the application site, broken bones, and in serious cases death. Call your doctor if side effects persist.

Unretractable claws: Urus like his natural bretheren have sizeable sharp claws on the hands and feet.

Skills:

Marksmanship: Urus is well trained with ranged weapons, being able to use most ranged weapons effectively such as rifles or pistols, and to a lesser extent objects such as crossbows, any weapon with a trigger mechanism that is point and shoot.

Hand to hand combat: Urus has extensice knowledge and experience with grappling and disarming techniques used by modern military forces.

Survival: Between his animal instincts and training, living off the grid in the middle of nowhere for extended periods of time is a cakewalk for him.

Language training: Originaly speaking Russian from a young age he has also learned english moderatly well as to be able to speak with the majority of the other space faring humans.

First aid: he has knowledge of how to heal light wounds and set broken bones in the feild. he does not however have a medical license of any kind nor does he have the knowlege to heal anything else really.

|Stats=PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

KNOWLEDGE: 5

MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 0

SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 0

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==Background==
The year is 2138 (at least on earth). The human race has learned the art of advanced space travel and has inhabited several different worlds, and with the expansion of "Civilization", the law has been unable to keep up. In the outer worlds the rule of thumb is "Anything can be aquired, For the right price". Many loners, unscrupulus individuals, and people who are looking for a quick buck have made this their profession of choice. Because of the dangers posed by transporting such material, escorts or esseentialy armed guards were needed to keep both the cargo and the smugglers safe.

The problem being that there are a lot of these people who are looking to make a quick buck, and not enough jobs to go around. Urus Deravin was one of those people. Born in a primarily russian off world colony, manners were never his strong suit. He specialized in close combat and was usualy hired on as an escort for the smugglers in case of complications. After years of work he was phased out by better geared and and younger escorts. Down on his luck he searched furiously to find some way to get his life back.

He came across the Zouhtech genetics lab, who were known for having strange experiments being tested every day of the year. They told Urus that they would pay him for a test. By using hyena DNA they said it would make him stronger, smarter and more instictual. seeing the possibility of aquireing an edge in the escort market again as well as being paid, he agreed to go along with the test. The test did what is was meant to do, with unforseen side effects he was stronger but his body morphed and changed becoming a hybrid of both man and hyena. The test also warped his mind, as he started to act more like the creature he now resembled.

his new form, despite being strange for some people got him noticed for larger and more risky jobs. As of late his last job was an armored ship that was said to have a prince's inheritance in wealth aboard, and that half would be his if he was able to secure it. what he didn't know was that the guards aboard were ready for that type of situation. They were armed with ion disruptors, which were said to destroy objects so completely that there is no discernible trace that the object even existed. The law of matter is that matter cannot be created or destroyed, so where does it go? Hazard a guess on where!?
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Theo

2026-07-27T03:47:57Z

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|Occupation=Busker
|Series=JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
|Threat=Street Sweeper
|Alignment=Neutral Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Short=Lanky blond teenage guy
|Extra1='''Misc:''' Theodore Rabanne -- "Theo" to his friends -- might look like an average kid. And to all outward appearances, he is. But Theo is a Stand-user -- he is able to manifest a part of his psyche as a swarm of golden metal spiders that spin golden threads. He refers to them collectively as "Spin Doctors". Though he is part of the legacy of the insidious vampire DIO, who both himself and his minions have made repeated attempts to take over his world, to install DIO as its true god. But here in Twisted, that's not important, because he's away from all that... Or is he...?
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|Birthdate=Unknown
|Height=6'
|Weight=~150lbs
|Desc=        A slim fellow who seems to be all legs! He is of a light complexion, and his hair is blond and straight, worn just long enough to pull into a short, punky ponytail at the nape of his neck. The bangs fall over large-set amber eyes, obscuring them at times. His upper body has some muscle tone, particularly in the shoulders, but is still rather slim, particularly his legs. Those legs, though, are quite long. But there's strength in them, usually visible unless his attire is particularly loose. 
        He wears a threadbare green shirt with a denim vest over it, faded blue jeans, and battered hiking boots. The shirt is a short-sleeved t-shirt, with a heart made of black pixel-like squares on the front. His vest and jeans actually do not match, the vest being a darker color of denim than his jeans. On each lapel of the vest is a silver pin; the right side is a skull with an open mouth that sports fangs and seems to be threatening the viewer, while on the left is a heart with a lightning bolt shaped groove cut in the middle that gives the suggestion of a broken heart. 
        The jeans are faded but still look to be in relatively good condition. He wears a belt made of braided-together leather strings; most of the strings are black, but there are a few bright crimson ones woven into the overall design. The belt is far too long, so it's been tucked into two belt loops on the other side. Yet it still reaches to mid-thigh. The hiking boots are ankle-length, a brown dark brown padded section around his ankle atop a lighter, dirt-brown rest of the shoe. The soles are thick, probably adding an inch or so to his height, and are a light, sandy brown.
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|Background='''Background:'''         In 1986, Theodore Rabanne's mother Olympia, on vacation in Aswan, Egypt, was merely one of the many women that caught the fancy of a vampire by the name of Dio. Though she didn't know it at the time, Olympia was lucky to escape with her life -- many such women caught by Dio's charms ended up as his next meal. Olympia escaped with more than her life, though; she found out later she was with child. When he was born she named him Theodore (ironic for a number of reasons). He decided as he grew older that he wanted "Theo" as a nickname, since "Teddy" was too childish for his tastes, and he thought "Ted" made him sound like an accountant.
        Olympia raised the child as best a single mother could. It was a typical childhood for the most part. Until Theo witnessed a car accident shortly after turning 17. It was a typical hit-and-run; a pedestrian was crossing and a car ran a stop sign, hitting the pedestrian and didn't stop. Theo tried to render aid, but his Stand manifested. Which was a little freaky for him, since "Spin Doctors" comes out of his mouth. Imagine if you will, a seventeen year old boy freaking out over someone getting possibly killed right in front of him, only to suddenly have golden spiders start coming out of his mouth. He did fix the person's injuries. And then he ran. Not back home -- he couldn't tell his mother that spiders just came out of his mouth and fixed a person's injuries. She'd never believe him -- not only because it was IMPOSSIBLE, but because he was about the right age for "eighth-grader syndrome" anyway. He just ran away. 
        He stayed gone for about six months, before the Speedwagon Foundation located him. They had quite a chase trying to catch him, since he thought they were police, and had to employ a Stand-user of their own to track him down. But once he'd been "caught", things were explained to him. On the bright side, they said, the golden spiders were called a "Stand", and he wasn't the only one that had them. SPW had a plethora of information about Stands, since they'd been cataloguing weird things for so long. 
        On the down side, they had to break the news about his father -- Dio, an insidious vampire that had attempted twice to take over the world. They weren't automatically placing him on lockdown, but they'd be keeping an eye on him. Not only because they didn't want Theo to follow suit with his father's treachery, but because the minions of Dio were everywhere, and might just try to kidnap him for his connection with Dio. So he'd need to go into protective custody. 
        A week later, exactly that happened. One of those minions did indeed kidnap Theo. Though he didn't need much in the way of rescuing. However, in the ensuing chaos, something exploded, and through some means, Theo found himself dropping into Twisted. 

'''Personality:''' 
        Theo is very much not what one migh expect from the son of a powerful vampire. First off, he's completely human, not a half-vampire (none of Dio's many children are; this is probably because Dio was using someone else's body, which he had hijacked by attaching his own head to). He is quite the opposite of his father in personality -- Dio was a controlling and domineering man who would suffer the company of almost none save those who agreed to serve him, and had designs on taking over the world. Theo wants nothing to do with this "leadership" garbage. He doesn't tend to do well in command, as it makes him nervous. In a crisis, he would rather have someone to look to for leadership and orders. Though if he doesn't have to lead/command others in a crisis, he does tend to keep his head if he knows what to do. Otherwise he kind of loses it and panics. 
        Overall, though, there are some similarities between himself and Dio. Theo is generally unfailingly polite when approached non-aggressively, but tends to appear detached and a little aloof under normal circumstances. Though unlike Dio, it's not because Theo places himself above others. It's because he knows he isn't like them, thanks to his Stand. He doesn't make friends lightly, but Twisted may be the place where he can. Here, where a teenage boy with a mouth full of metal spiders that spin healing strings isn't the weirdest thing out there, is probably going to do WONDERS for fixing this problem of being a little distant.
|Skills=        Theo is in possession of a "Stand", a manifestation of his psyche made from psychokinetic energy. His takes the form of a swarm of small, quarter-sized golden spiders that look as though they're made from twisted-together cutlery. They have no power and are not venomous; their 'bites' do little more damage than a strong pinch. However, Theo can see through their eyes, they can travel several city blocks before they lose the ability to manifest. They move in ways that spiders can -- up walls, across ceilings, etc. -- they are small and flat enough to squeeze into small spaces easily, and can accomplish small utilitarian tasks (flipping light switches, turning on small appliances, etc.) easily. They are collectively called "Spin Doctors" (and if anybody cares, it's probably categorized as a long-range swarm/colony support Stand). 
        However, their true usefulness comes from the golden strings that they produce from their mouths. These strings are made of an organic compound that can fuse with living tissue when so directed. This means that they are able to "stitch up" wounds and injuries, replace lost tissue, and even reattach severed limbs (provided the limb does not die completely first). They can do little for illness or blood loss, however. Other uses for these strings: they can be spun across a person or object to reinforce it or act as armor; they can be spun over an area of floor or walls to detect when someone has stepped on or touched it; they can act as a communication medium when placed in the mouth and around the ear. 
        A Stand is usually invisible to people without some sort of ability that makes them open to psychic phenomena -- though this means magic users, other psychics, and any sort of ability that counts as "paranormal" can qualify for this. However, even people who can't see them can generally "perceive" them. Psychokinetic energy, which makes up Stands, is very much like electromagnetic energy. Thus it can give people nearby feelings of being nervous, or being "watched". People near to a Stand's activation or manifestation may smell a slight scent of ozone, like the electric scent of a thunderstorm. People with particularly sensitive senses of touch may even be able to feel the air currents in an area disturbed by a Stand's presence.         While himself not a great combatant, Theo is flexible and agile, and also has fairly good stamina for a human being. This is, of course, well within human capabilities, but noted here because it's significantly above human "average". He's also a talented dancer, and has a fairly decent singing voice.
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Tank Girl

2026-07-27T03:47:41Z

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|Skills=Ultra-Violence - Rebecca has a quite marvellous gift for all things violent. Though she seems to have no actual training, per se, she's certainly had a lot of practice - and a sane person might imagine there's something else going on underneath the hood! A horny person wouldn't wonder, and would just check. She can remove heads with a well-placed jackboot, punch, stab, and headbutt her way through just about any solid object, and fashion all manner of highly-destructive weaponry from the environment. The less it makes sense, and the more unnecessary it is, the more likely she is to be able to do it; to call her 'chaotic' would be to miss the point entirely. She IS chaos, and it's probably best to stay clear of her if you've got a weak stomach. At best, she'll puke on you.

Weapons Aptitude - Yes. All of them. Don't ask why. Really. She'll have to kill you.

Tanks - Not just able to pilot this particular vehicle, TG also apparently shares some elements of her biology with it. Their kinship is a burning flame, their forbidden love resonating throughout the ages... what we're trying to say is, she's really bloody good when it comes to tanks. And unlike most soldiers, she's not compensating for anything.

Durability - There's a reason Tank Girl hasn't been buried in a tank-shaped coffin and dropped in the ocean. She's very, very hard to cause any actual damage to. Though constantly in situations that should leave her mangled, she just seems to keep on ticking - finding just the right bit of leverage, a weapon perfectly suiting the situation, or simply barrelling through on sheer stubbornness and blind luck. Perhaps it's the booze or the smokes that do it, but every time Rebecca ought to snuff it she comes back with a cocksure smirk and a hunger to get drunk, laid, or both.

Brain the Size of a Planet - It's approximately the size of Pluto.
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==Background==
A popular legend amongst the aboriginals of the Australian Outback tells of an avenging angel named Tanicha - the Spirit of Life and Youth and Wisdom. When the white man came to enslave the indigenous population, he was haunted and brutally-slaughtered by Tanicha, who capped off her violent retribution by giving birth to her new avatar from the stomach of their overweight leader.

This avatar may just be Rebecca Buck. Or it could be a load of skanky horse diarrhoea.

The woman later to be known as 'Tank Girl' certainly remembers a few things about her childhood, like her collection of novelty pencil sharpeners later enshrined for eternity in the National Museum of Modern Pencil Sharpeners, Sydney. Her first words were "cauliflower" and "penis", in that order. For her fifteenth birthday she received, from her mother, a sentient stuffed koala called Camp Koala (R.I.P.) and was taken to a fortune teller where she was told her name means 'The Rule Breaker' and she would break all the established laws of life. This makes an unhealthy amount of sense.

In any case, she certainly 'grew up' in Australia, getting to know later co-conspirators Jet Girl and Sub Girl as a teenager. For no particular reason she fails to remember the two girls' actual names, though she only picked up her own moniker when she was given her trademark heavy assault vehicle.

[[File:tankgirl_a.png]] "Well. That escalated quickly."

As a mercenary in the employ of the Aussie military, Rebecca was tasked with committing violent acts in the name of the Man. Despite this dream gig, she worked on the side as a bounty hunter apprehending often less-violent criminals and occasionally having wild sex with them. Tragedy came (hard) when she murdered a high-ranking officer and failed to deliver an urgent supply of colostomy bags to Australia's incontinent head of state, President Hogan. This caused a national outcry, and Tank Girl was branded an outlaw - and bestowed with a multi-million dollar bounty. Woe betode (?!) those who tried to claim it, and she'd off numerous fortune hunters as she sleazed her way through the Outback. She also managed to witness the Second Coming of Christ, which was nice.

After devastating her former superior officer Sergeant Small Unit's Nightmare Squad (thanks to her developing gigantic breasts at just the right moment), Tank Girl went on to meet 'love of her life' (she's probably forgotten him already) and 'mutant kangaroo' (wait, that part's real!) Booga and shag his bonce off before accidentally procuring God's Dressing Gown. After fashioning it into a makeshift boob-tube to cover her (lack of) shame, Rebecca was accosted by none other than Satan himself. After shooting the dissenting angel on her right shoulder, she donated the holy relic to the fallen angel in return for three wishes. Making these was one of the hardest things she's ever done, which means it took approximately 0.2 seconds of thought for each spectacular wish.

Wish 1: An appearance as a guest on the Dame Edna Show.
 Wish 2: That God's Dressing Gown turn anyone who wears it into a right Jimmy Saville.
 Wish 3: A shitload of lager.

With the Devil now running charity marathons, Tank Girl proceeded to get absolutely and completely trashed. Which is approximately when things started to go downhill. The following things occurred, probably in this order though she was QUITE drunk and can't be sure:

- TG accrues a small fortune coaching her marsupial boyfriend to lose at boxing.
 - Camp Koala is slaughtered in untimely fashion during a freak baseball accident.
 - An evil corporation replaces all the lager in Australia with Spunk.
 - Earth is destroyed by a meteor.
 - TG gives birth to a baby tank after a one night stand with... well, her tank, obviously.
 - Some asshole makes a horrible biopic all about her life and times.
 - Homer writes 'The Odyssey', in which Tank Girl travels the ancient kingdom in order to return home, and save her beautiful wife from a bevy of unsuitable suitors.

...or did that last one really happen? Screw this writing nonsense. It's beer time. Nothing can ever go wrong with beer! It's not as though our heroine is going to get Abo-girl trashed and wake up in a crashed tank in a strange dimension without any clothes on...

[[File:tankgirl_b.jpg]] "Oh... oh, FUCK..."

Takashi Shirogane

2026-07-27T03:47:27Z

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|Alignment=Lawful Good
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SilverSight

2026-07-27T03:47:09Z

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Shirou

2026-07-27T03:46:54Z

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|Series=Fate/Stay Night
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|Age= 24
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|Extra2=== '''Tracings''' ==
This is a List of any notable tracings Shirou currently has access to as much as his player doesn't imagine them seeing much use.

-EXCALIBUR - The ultimate weapon of fantasy forged by the planet from humanity's collective dreams of glory, Excalibur is the blade to end all blades and also called The Sword of Promised Victory. Shirou's copy of the unmatched legendary weapon ranks A+ among Noble Phantasms. Unlike the original, while its holy edge does not dull, it will eventually break. Its main ability converts Shirou's mana into divine light to enhance his strikes. When its powers are fully unleashed by calling out its name, Excalibur can launch a titanic wave of holy light so immense that it's known for carving through armies, obliterating fortresses, and vaporizing everything else caught in its wake. However Excalibur is '''RARELY USED''' due to the large amount of mana it would require from Shirou. He is also incapable of using it to Saber's level so his attacks wouldn't be as destructive.

-AVALON - Excalibur's true strength comes not from the blade, but from its scabbard, ranked EX among Noble Phantasms. Avalon's holder enjoys immortality and speedy regeneration and can fend off and reflect even the fiercest energy attacks. Activating it by name dissolves the scabbard into energy particles that immerse the owner in a 'mobile utopia' which safeguards from any and all harm, even metaphysical— at least, originally. Its defensive powers lessened post-Unification, but harming Shirou's still no easy feat with Avalon activated. (When this was represented codewise elsewhere, activating Avalon was represented by completely halting any enemy's missed attack, shifting to fully defense-oriented stats, or with a consented armor-shift to top level defense stats and epic defense buff to himself before shifting back to his normal stats at the end of the turn round. Foes were allowed to make highest level attacks in turn without asking consent.) It is due to the fact that the sheath has been stored within Shirou's body since he was 7 that he has an intimate understanding and flawless memory of it. Thus Avalon is the only item he can forge a perfect copy of.

-CALIBURN - Saber's sword from the stone. The original of this sword is only a step below the original of Excalibur. However, since Shirou's copies are another step down, that leaves his copy of Caliburn at an A rating. This sword is basically like a weaker version of Excalibur.

-KANSHOU AND BAKUYA - Twin swords created by the future Shirou, Archer. Shirou's copies rank at a D-. With these yinyang designed swords equipped, one gains improved magical and physical resistance. These swords are claimed to return back to their owner no matter how they are lost as well.

-CALADBLOG II - This is a Noble Phantasm that was used by Gilgamesh. Shirou eventually Traced and improved upon it. The original was the demonic sword possessed by the hero of Ireland, Fergus mac Roich. The improved copy is used as a Broken Phantasm, which Shirou shoots as an explosive arrow rather than using as a sword. Upon being fired, Shirou's copy ranks as a B.

-THE COW KING's COW BELL - The original of this weapon can output sound waves powerful enough to cause disruptions in the Earth on an epic scale. However, very few can wield the cow bell as well as the king, and like all other weapons Shirou traces, it's a step below the original. As such, using this weapon, Shirou can use a sound based area attack, causing small very local earth quake like reactions.

-JEWELED SWORD OF ZELRETCH - An artifact created by Zelretch. The original of this sword, although its size is far closer to a knife or dagger than a sword, was actually hand-made by Rin herself following the plans of the original. When activated, the jeweled center of the blade uses extremely powerful Kaleidoscope magic to pull mana from other dimensions and planes and store it inside the weapon for the wielder's use, providing a supply of mana that is in theory infinite. Although it can be unleashed as a blast not unlike Saber's Excalibur, the mana can also serve almost any other purpose (making spellcasting a breeze) and can even be transfered into someone else, giving a temporary boost in power. This is another weapon that will see '''EXTREMELY RARE''' use as using it in mutliversal areas has at times proven to have extremely unpredictable results.

-RULE BREAKER - This is a tracing of the dagger that had belonged to Caster. However, Shirou only actually traced it after being given a copy of it by Emiya. It is an iridescent and jagged dagger without any special offensive abilities. It does, however, possess the ability of dispelling any sorcery that's been cast on a pierced target. The knife reduces enchantments, sorcerous contracts, and spiritual bodies to their component materials. Rule Breaker is ineffective against other Noble Phantasms and Shirou's tracing is reduced to a D ranking.

-RHO AIAS - The rank of this support type tracing is unknown. It is originally an extremely powerful spiritual aegis. It is a defensive Noble Phantasm that had been a huge, bronze shield coated with seven layers of tanned ox hide. What it became as a Noble Phantasm is the materialization of seven energy constructs that appear like the petals of a flower. Each petal emulates the protective strength of a fortress. It is most known for having great, unsurpassed resistance against spears. It used to be the property of Telamonian Ajax, a hero from the Iliad that matched Hector of Troy in battle.

-UNKNOWN KNIFE - A knife given no name that was used by Gilgamesh. Its rank is unknown. The original had a strong ice enchantment on it that allowed its user to do things like cause literally freezing gusts of wind with a slash through the air.

-GAE BOLG - This trace ranks at a B ranking and is an anti-fort weapon. Cu Chulainn's legendary spear was used as Lancer's noble phantasm. And it stabbed Shirou in the heart on two separate occasions. The cursed spear is sharply tipped, but would more oft' be used for it's mythical abilities. There are two notable attacks the Gae Bolg can perform with enough mana. 1) By invoking the name of the spear, the weapon responds by releasing mana. If the hit is successful, the pierce of the tip of the spear, most usually into the heart of the opponent is felt before Lancer initiates his strike. When the strike comes, the weapon will go for the heart, even if it has to change its form to do so. However, due to multi-versal balancing and the fact Shirou's weapons are a step down in quality, the traced Gae Bolg is not so likely to hit the mark as the original, leaving it to strike else where or fail to leave the damage it really should. 2) Shirou can use reinforcemtn to leap high into the air above his opponent. Mana is charged through the spear and it's hurled downward, in this state it can break through as much as buildings as it hones in on its target's position. This causes the weapon to impact the ground much like a comet. The curse upon Gae Bolg is ineffective in the case of Shirou's trace.

-VERWICKELNETZE KETTE - Originally this was a kusarigama (chain + sickle) gifted to Krezentia by Field Marshal Alice Maestra for her efforts during the betrayal of Victor Von Doom during Shirou's time in one of the other multiverses. The Verwickelnetze Kette, literally Entangling Chain, has the unique property to adjust its chain's length as the user desires and automatically try to wrap around its victims when swung, making it very accurate even if its user is not skilled with such a weapon. Finely crafted and enchanted, it is hard to break even by Elite standards. Of course Shirou's version is easier to break.

-NINE LIVES BLADE WORKS - Originally the swords of Hercules in the berserker form that Shirou'd seen him in. This ability is an '''ABSOLUTE LAST RESORT''', more so than his reality marble, unlimited blade works, is treated as one. This ability requires so much mana that it's rather dangerous for Shirou to use /without/ having done any other mana use. With these giant axe swords, Shirou is capable of slashing the enemy 9 times in one attack. Given the power behind each separate swing by Shirou's version alone is enough to kill Berserker Hercules once, this is a much more dangerous ability than it might sound.

== '''Equipment''' ==

non-traced items Shirou owns thus far

-Magical Cell Phone - Shirou got this for Christmas years ago due to the combined efforts of Black Mage and Tohsaka Rin. This item is only made to look like an old cell phone, it does not actually function as one. Instead it uses a specific set of clothing and some magical rubies that have outfits saved within them. The rubies to into the phone and the cell phone will morph the clothing into which ever available outfit he has chosen. This way he can transform into his battle outfit or his Kaleido Garnet outfit, among other useful clothing sets, rather than having to ruin his normal clothing in unexpected fights…when most his battles tend to be unexpected ones.

-Judgement Scythe - Shirou has a non traced scythe that was once used by Magus (yes, amusingly THAT Magus, given this place's past) and given to him as a gift of parting. It has has the chance to paralyze enemies with the stop status effect.

-Holy Empire Sword - A non traced sword of the holy empire, it has no known special properties. This was given to Shirou by a friend in the past named Iris Sepperin.

-Obscure Prophecy - A rather metal-y sword given to Shirou by Eddie Riggs. This also has no known special properties, but it looks awesome anyway.

-Ember Accord - A pair of elvish swords enchanted with magic that allows them to lock together and form a bow, as well as being toughened against physical blows made to them and resistant to flames. This was given to him by his boss Frey when he lived in Metropolis Universals.
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Engineering and Domestics: Oddly enough for being a sword swinging, super hero wanna be, magi (when magi typically abhor technology) Shirou is both skilled in the art of using and fixing all sorts of technology, often repairing and even at least once building things like motorcycles. He's also very good with things like sewing and cooking.

Reinforcement: A very basic ability that most magi can perform. It's used to heighten the attributes of a specific item for a very limited time. This can do things like allow a magi to improve strength in their legs for a burst of speed or making an inhumanly high leap. Another example would be making a telescope have a longer range of view, The ability is extremely short lived, so it's not the easiest thing to abuse despite how useful it may sound.

Alteration: This is even more rarely used than reinforcement and tends to be used along side of it. This allows a mage totake an existing object and alter it to something related to it. For instance, a stick can become a mop, a lump of steal can become a sword.

Tracing:
-Projection:Another very basic magi skill, and one that most magi ignore for it's general uselessness. This allows a magi to create a copy of an object. However, this object's ability to exist for any notable amount of time depends on the combination of the creator's understanding of it's components and their strength of imagination. Items made subparly will very quickly disperse into mana particles, having been crushed by the weight of reality. Magi can use projection to see a blue print of an object they understand as it's supposed to be. This allows Shirou to do things like instantly see what's broken on a physically busted computer so he knows what parts to replace.

-Why This Ability Gets Subfields: Shirou is skilled specifically at projection, when it's a skill most magi ignore. On top of it being where his practice and skills lie, he has further help from things like a time paradox, another ability of his strengthening this one, and his selfless disposition causing him to offer something most magi won't. (more clarity on those in other fields). Due to all of these things, Shirou uses projection at a much higher level with much different attributes than other magi and he refers to it as 'Tracing'.

-Extended Time: While projection for most magi leads to a VERY short lasting object, Shirou has been noted to have objects he's traced last for a long time, even without him paying any real concentration to them. This has lead to rather useless objects like cored out seeming refrigerators that hang in his tool shed. In the much more useful sense it leads to weapons that can take a strong amount of damage before shattering.

-Swords: Shirou has the unique element of sword rather than something most magi have like fire, wind, water, ect. Due to this Shirou has an especially strong ability with bladed weapons and other things closely related to them. This allows him to make copies of weapons that are slightly inferior to their real version. However, his understanding and experience with an item also strengthens or weakens the quality of his copy. As such, with an item he's dealt with prolongedly over many years, his trace is practically perfect, but an item he's barely even seen is going to be lower quality than his usual work.

-Imagination: Due to Shirou's strength of imagination he can also customize weapons he's traced into something brand new. This generally leads to something known as a 'broken phantasm' meaning he can use a weapon's ability, but tweak it to do something else, or basically brute force his way into doing a weaker version of something that takes too much mana for him to be able to do.

-Sacrifice: One of Shirou's unexpected advantages over other magi are how he handles the 'equivalent exchange' (aka the thing most magic users follow of having to give something to get something). By all the usual reasoning of how magi function, Shirou is on the bottom of the food chain. However, unlike most magi, Shirou gives part of himself instead of sacrificing something else every time he uses mana, due to this the return he gets is much greater than a magi typically gets. It allows him to go a lot farther with what should be extremely uselessly lacking mana reserves and magical circuits. This all isn't to say he's some super powered unstopable force. In fact, he's still hampered by several short falls and set backs due to his crappy circuits and mana, but it allows him to be a force to be reckoned with when he should be /far/ below anyone's notice.

-Computer Like Memory: Due to another ability, Shirou can literally pull up blue print memory of any weapon he's encountered closely enough to understand, giving him a deep well of weapons he can chose between at a moment's notice, though he can only use so much of the possibilities available to him, thanks to his limitations.

-Reading History: In tracing a weapon Shirou can also read it's past, thus learning some of what's happened to it over time and ultimately gaining the knowledge of how to use it.

-Limitations: Shirou can only trace weapons that are made of materials he can comprehend. Weapons made from things not found on earth aren't possible. Shirou also, aside from RARE occasions, has to have at least gotten a good , close view of a weapon (Which usually happens in the form of it being used ON him) before he can make a worthwhile tracing of it. Due to damaged magical circuits that supply the flow of magical energies he can use and the amount of multi tasking he can do with it, his amount of mana is small compared to most and it reduces the amount of abilities he can use to their full extent drastically, as well as making it so he can do a lot less things before he's out of mana than a typical magi.

Reality Marble: The other ability that effects Shirou's tracing and causes the 'Computer Like Memory' effect of tracing. This ability is a rare one in Shirou's reality that gives a magi the ability to replace the local area of reality with a place existing in their mind. This isn't a place they make up on the fly, but something that somehow symbolizes their being. When this is enacted, the magi has some level of control of their surrounding and is entirely unhampered by their mana reserves. HOWEVER, it takes a GREAT amount of mana to even bring into effect in the first place, so this is far from a simple cheat on getting around mana supply. Not only is it a high end spell, but it is typically too high end for Shirou to perform at all without some form of boost in his mana reserves. Even without ability to call it forward, however, it rests somewhere in his brain, giving Shirou access to all those weapons he's dealt with. This specific marble is usually called by Unlimited Blade Works and is to be a '''RARELY USED''' ability due to the amount of mana it requires.

Avalon: Due to his adoptive father having put the magical scabbard Avalon inside of Shirou as a young boy, he has gained some level of unnatural healing. When he has King Arthur as a summoned servant, he can do things like heal from nearly being ripped in half just over night. Normally, the healing is MUCH less effective, however. Without King Arthur functioning as his servant, he still heals at an odd rate, but not so heavily that it's alarmingly obvious.
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The beginning of Shirou's life was completely mundane and normal. However, when he was seven years old, a horrible fire happened due to the events of the fourth version of something called a Holy Grail War. The section of the city he'd lived in had been completely destroyed and everyone but himself died. The fire was bad enough the children outside of that part of the city had even lost parents and gotten injured. As a result of this fire Shirou's sense of self broke and he figuratively died for a time.

Having come face to face with death and loss and accepting it at such a young age, Shirou's well being became something Shirou was not so concerned about. After being saved by the magus Kiritsugu, and more so after hearing Kiritsugu's final words upon his death 5 years later, Shirou had put the well being of others above himself. As such, when the 5th Holy Grail War came to pass he involved himself for the sake of keeping another incident like that fire from happening. The grail wars being battles fought between 7 magi called masters, each with a summoned spirit that is generally a being of history, mythology, or literature and called Servants for the sake of winning a wish granting grail. He'd become a Master, as he had some small amount of magic after Kiritsugu hesitantly taught him. However, the 5th Holy Grail War was a highly difficult struggle because Shirou was a highly inexperienced Magus at the time.

Due to Kiritsugu's death Shirou had been being cared for by his neighbor and English teacher Taiga Fujimaura. She became like his big sister, but between her usual irresponsible, scatterbrained sort of attitude and the fact that Kiritsugu was gone a lot when he was alive, Shirou had become very used to doing things like cleaning and cooking for himself. Also, a year before the fifth Holy Grail War, his friend's sister, Sakura started coming over to his house to help him, due to an injury he'd sustained. It became habit and she simply kept coming.

Durring the Holy Grail War Shirou became close friends with his class mate, Tohsaka Rin. However, he'd also fallen in love with his Servant, known as Saber. Saber, who had been King Authur in life, was summoned as Shirou's Servant by a sort of accident. Kiritsugu had somehow put Saber's sheath, Avalon, into Shirou's body. This caused Saber to appear before him without specific attempts to summon her. Yes, in this case, King Authur was a her. She'd hidden her identity as a woman in her actual life.

When the Holy Grail War ended, Saber and Shirou were victorious. However, Saber was forced to return to her own time and, from what Shirou had thought, finally died for good, no longer to become a servant. However, three years after this Shirou found himself in some alternate reality that was stuck in a large war between two large factions known as the union and the confederacy. Here Rin and Sakura greeted him, having arrived not long before him.
Over time he eventually found himself master of Saber once again and fought in yet another grail war, causing him to form relationships with Rin and Sakura over time on top of the relationship he already had with Saber. This grail war also caused him to learn that Archer Emiya was his future self, and has made him a little torn and confused about if his approach to everything really IS the right one or not. On top of those things it lead Shirou to have an awkward meeting with Mordred, who became like a hesitant step daughter to the respected love interest of her disliked mother/father figure. While Archer and Shirou hate eachother's guts, and Saber and Mordred were usually at each other's throats too, Mordred and Shirou got along better than most people in their awkward position could ever be expected to.

The grail war was long and chaotic this time, with several twists and turns, but eventually it was finished much like the one before, with Shirou and others destroying the grail to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. After this Shirou got another several year break from Grail Wars, but kept finding himself caught in other incidents due to the unending war between the Union and Confederacy. He'd almost immediately made himself an ally of the union since, for all appearances they were definitely the good guys. Doing that put him into a few fights with members of the confederate army, as well as giving him even more room to go out of his way to help people...and making even more people worry over his penchant for putting himself at risk.

Most notably in his time with the union Shirou played part in defending a place called the Holy Empire from invasion, went to help a repair team for a space mining expedition (only for it to turn out horribly wrong as this lead them to the necromorph riddled ship called the Ishimura, from the game series Dead Space), helped with resistance against the organization known as Shocker, went to the grand opening of a space hotel only to temporarily become mutated by the force of some corrupted fake philosopher's stones, and just generally end up in battles and unexpected situations that got him all breed of friends and enemies.

Eventually, after spending years involved with that war, Shirou found himself in a strange land yet again. This time things were vastly more peaceful, even though things STILL happened. Yet another grail war occurred and ended in a like manner again. Aside from that, however, most of Shirou's new life in this new location consisted of being able to peacefully work as an employee at a magic shop when he wasn't doing the odd repair jobs here and there in town. The only other real adventures he had in this new land after the grail war were generally misadventures involving the shop somehow. In all, it's now been 7 years since Shirou finished his original encounter with the Grail War.
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Russell Anders

2026-07-27T03:45:12Z

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|Extra2='''Flaws:''' 
He is incredulous of anything claimed to be supernatural, to a fault. Given how often bona-fide supernatural things occur in the universe he comes from, this can occasionally pose a problem.

He has some psychological trauma from years of combat. It's not so extreme as to cause daily flashbacks, but the sort of thing one aught to be seeing a professional for. Maverick from Top Gun is the closest example that comes to mind, though Russ won't shut down during combat, it bites him after.

It wouldn't normally be considered a flaw, and I personally wouldn't consider it one, but Russell is human. He is as fragile and squishy as humans are. without a mech or fighter (which he wouldn't presumably have), he's not going to last long if superheros start throwing punches.
|Background=Russell is a quiet man. One wouldn't call him meek, but he prefers to keep his sentences short and to the point while letting his actions do most of the talking. Once he gets to know someone, the more lighthearted joking side makes itself known. Russell can be quite the prankster, and prides himself on his moments of sharp wit. His age does show itself from time to time as an 'I'm too old for this' attitude rearing it's head once things get too ridiculous. He has a rural upbringing, and it translates into a love of the outdoors and working with his hands. His first love is arguably aviation however: He's collected books on aeronautics, aviation history, aerial combat, scale and R/C models, and flying actual aircraft when he can.

He grew up in a rural community in what would have been called the United States before the Unification wars. He had no interest in aircraft at all, let alone fighters, until he by chance got to ride in the back of a 'Valkyrie' variable fighter. This experience was life-changing, and led the man to enlist in the UN Spacy to be able to experience it again. He was older then most of his peers, but he earned his wings, and passed his qualifications for the VF-11 C Thunderbolt III. He served for several years as an ELINT (Electronic Intelligence/Intercept) where he got the nickname "Frisbee" from the round Radome VFs in his role use, and his tendency to have them blown off or otherwise lost. He later qualified on the RVF25 Messiah, as the VF-11 was already outdated while his unit was still flying them.
|Skills=Russell is a naval (Aerospace Navy) fighter pilot, and has the skills expected of such: He has basic tactical survival training, weapons training, can fly an aircraft he's been trained on, as well as smaller spacecraft (As the RVF25 in particular is capable in both theaters). In addition to this, he has the Math and Science background also required of the position. His ELINT experience gives him some aptitude with electronic surveillance and penetration, but not nearly to the extent that a professional hacker would have-the ELINT kit has it's own software written by the pros after all.

Outside his military training, he knows how to operate farm equipment, tend crops and raise livestock. He's not particularly good at it, but he can play a few chords on the Guitar (a hobby picked up while on deployment). Some would say he has a good poker face as well-likely from being able to do math in his head, but Russ himself would disagree.
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Rayne

2026-07-27T03:44:52Z

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|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Phoenix
|Short=A woman with rainbow colored hair, usually armed with a pair of swords and a quiver of arrows.
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|Age=Roughly 400, though she looks to be in her very late teens.
|Birthdate=May 19 2031
|Height=5'4"
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|Desc=Probably the first thing that attracts your attention to the woman you're looking at is her hair; a full rainbow of color from red on her left to a deep violet on her right cascades down to her shoulders. Once you stop looking at her hair, you might next notice the odd color of her eyes, a violet color. Currently she is wearing what seems to be brown leather armor of utilitarian build. The shirt covers her torso well, but not her upper arms. Under the chest armor is a green tunic whose sleeves are tucked into her bracers. The collar of the tunic also pokes up over the armor, rising most of the way up her neck. Below, her tunic flares out almost like a short skirt, though her legs are well covered by the pants of her armor, with a holstered blaster on a thigh holster on her right. A pair of sturdy looking boots rise halfway up to her knees. Attached to a pair of crossing belts are a pair of sheaths holding lightly curved short swords on each hip, and a quiver of arrows is held almost horizontally at the small of her back. Oddly enough, there doesn't seem to be a bow to go with those arrows.
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Rayne was born the daughter of Maniko Hurris and Gonfei Thri. Maniko herself was an adopted daughter into House Hurris, the second most powerful family on the planet of Avia, as well as the captain of the dragonship ''Wings of the Dragon''. As such, Rayne grew up primarily being raised by the noble house's nannies and servants, despite being born out of wedlock. Rayne grew to chafe at the rules stuffiness of the official family home, and by age ten she was regularly causing trouble throughout the huge mansion. In exasperation, Maniko finally introduced Rayne to her father Gonfei, who was known as an infamous bounty hunter at the time. Prior to this, Gonfei was unaware of Rayne's existence. Rayne, having been a fan of Gonthri Fei (Gonfei's pseudonym) prior to the meeting, was star struck. On her 14th birthday, Rayne managed to escape the Hurris family compound and find her way across half the galaxy to find her father.

While Gonfei did take his daughter in, though while doing so he retired from being an active bounty hunter to make sure his child was cared for. Rayne bonded with her father much more than she ever did with her mother, primarily on account of his always being there, as opposed to Maniko usually having been away with the Second Avian Fleet. During this time, Gonfei revealed to Rayne her heritage as a phoenix, instilling in her a sense that she was more than just some spoiled rich kid who would likely just coast through life. Gonfei did not spoil Rayne, instead enforcing that she properly get a normal high school and later college education.

Now on her own, Rayne would go through most of her life going through various jobs and learning various skills as her hobbies change through the next few centuries. At one point, she attempted to mend her relationship with her mother, at which point she learned of her draconic heritage on that side of her bloodline. As to awaken as a dragon takes a moment of extreme duress, Rayne remains happy to not have awakened in that regard.

In the past 30 years, Rayne's wanderlust had taken her to a system where the inhabitable planet, Cevernal, is known for having such extreme high atmospheric electromagnetic storms that it knocks out almost any electrical device on the surface, and is only considered inhabitable because of a strong magic user presence with individuals capable of sending craft into orbit. There she dabbled in learning magic, though as usual, she didn't really come close to mastering that ability. There she did pick up an enchanted set of short swords that, when combined, form a short bow. And it is from there that she somehow managed to find herself on Twisted.

==In Twisted==

Rayne has been very active in Twisted since her arrival. She joined with DMC/TASK shortly after [[Kotal_Kahn|Kotal]] received control from Dante, and after a few months of service, Kotal decided that she should be his Second in command. After a few months of this new status quo, Rayne had begun pondering a new branch to be more welcoming rather than threatening to newer arrivals, and with the announcement of a possible new Council with her as a member, she began working on this idea in earnest, recruiting both [[Sunset]] Shimmer and [[Serenity]] to this new Welcome Center project. This was initially intended to eventually be a separate organization from TASK, but due to lack of staff, it has remained a part of TASK, including being housed in what was a large storage room on the bottom floor of TASK Headquarters. Initially Rayne was Second in TASK as well as operating this new group, but more recent events, including the disappearance of Kotal Kahn and several of those close to him, have resulted in Rayne fully taking over as Director of TASK, leaving the Welcome Center manned primarily by Sunset Shimmer. Rayne has recently adopted a pair of cats, Yin and Yang, to keep her company in her apartment.

==Notes==

Rayne's mother, Maniko Hurris, is the same Maniko that was on NeoTokyo long ago. As such, [http://marrowproductions.com/neotokyo/index.php?title=Violet Violet at NeoTokyo]is her half-sister.

|Skills=In the past 4 centuries, Rayne has picked up a number of hobbies and taken up a number of jobs. As such, she has become a bit of a jack of all trades, master of none. She has had dozens of careers, none of which require a specialized degree. She knows her way around general mechanical and electrical repair work fairly well, though she's far from being able to create new or improved devices.

She knows how to pilot light airplanes and spacecraft, though isn't familiar with fighter combat beyond what she's seen in video games. She also would need a navigation system even if she was in a world she was familiar with.

She has learned numerable combat styles from various dojos, but has mastered none of them. She shows her best combat skills with a pair of short swords and/or a bow, as that was her most recent focus, though she definitely knows what she's doing in unarmed combat, as well. She'd get knocked out in the first round of a Street Fighter tournament, but she knows what she's doing. She knows how to handle a firearm, but considers that a past hobby that she's not as much into anymore.

Rayne has learned a limited amount of magic. She's far from an expert and generally only uses it for small tricks to make her life easier, such as spells that help with personal hygiene, help her locate personal possessions, that sort of thing. If put into Dungeons and Dragons terms, she'd barely be considered a first level wizard, and basically only knows cantrips, with the exception of some minor fire spells. We're talking little fire bolt spells, not something like a fireball. This is primarily because being a phoenix gives her an affinity with fire.

As a phoenix, her abilities are less than some might think. The most important ability this gives her is her limited immortality, of sorts. While she never ages, the more dramatic form of this is that she can effectively raise herself from death. Upon death, if it is possible for her body to be consumed in flames, it will spontaneous combust, and Rayne will emerge from it in the form of a flaming bird. If her body isn't able to catch fire(most simply done by depriving it of oxygen, be it underwater, an atmosphere with no oxygen, or in a vacuum), then she will not be able to resurrect herself. It takes Rayne about a month to recover her life force sufficiently to resurrect herself, so if she were killed again in that period she would be dead dead. Outside of resurrection, being on fire doesn't really do significant damage to Rayne, but she does find it extremely unpleasant(it still hurts as much as it would to a normal person), and that lack of damage wouldn't extend to her clothing.

Rayne is capable of transforming herself into a flaming bird form, with all the abilities one would expect of a large eagle, including flight. In this form, fire doesn't hurt her at all, and she can in fact control flames within about a foot of her, including causing her fire aura to nearly die out. She does not, however, typically enjoy this form, and generally will only take the form only when she is reborn after a death.

Rayne's draconic heritage is currently effectively locked from her, though if an item were somehow (presumably magically) locked so only a dragon could use it, she would be able to. In the event that she were to unlock her draconic heritage, she would be able to take a hybrid form and a full dragon form. In hybrid form, she would have draconic wings and marks on her face that match the color her draconic form. In this form, she would have significantly increased strength, and with practice would be able to use the wings to fly. She would also have resistance to damage from and minor manipulation in her elemental affinity in the form of small blasts. In draconic form, which would be roughly the size of a small car, she would have the expected abilities of a dragon, including a breath weapon and immunities tied to her draconic elemental affinity, as well as flight would come more naturally than it would in hybrid form. Unlocking her draconic heritage would take a major event, however, as it requires extreme emotional duress. The emotion she is under when she unlocks it would determine her elemental affinity that she would permanently have as a dragon. For example, if she's seeking vengeance or justice, she would have fire; protectiveness or possessiveness would align her with earth(and thus a resistance and breath weapon involving acid); desperation or determination would attune her to wind and lightning, and paranoia or faith would attune her to water and ice. It would usually take a life or death situation for a dragon to be awakened like this, making it less likely for Rayne as her phoenix heritage makes a life or death situation typically less stressful.
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Pride The Arrogant

2026-07-27T03:44:25Z

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|Series=Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
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|Alignment=Neutral Evil
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|Species=Humonculus
|Short=A kindergartner of dark hair, and eye
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|Age=350+ '''Physical Age:''' 6
|Birthdate=May 17th
|Height=3'7"
|Weight=35lb
|Desc= A small, fair-skinned boy of about six years old, maybe older, maybe younger. His small size makes it hard to distinguish just how old he might actually be, and his short cut hair only serves to embellish upon his youthful features. His hair is cut in a rather stylized, standard little boy's cut, something a mother might decide force upon a child against their will.

It's an oily black color reaching down his neck, that appears to suffer from a perpetual ruffle, or cow-lick with bangs that come just past his eyebrows and no further. His eyes are big, and wide, inquisitive and full of youth, they hold deep dark color that actually appears purple in some lights. His nose is small, button-like, indicating his youth with pair of thin lips beneath it.

His thin neck tapers into his small, scrappy shoulders, with small limbs that still got a ways to grow yet. His build otherwise, is fairly lean, healthy, and as active as a boy of his few years might be. Overall, he's a small, scrappy little boy, with a bright glow in his features.
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'''Philosopher's Stone''': As much as strength as it is a weakness. The core of his being, should it ever be destroyed or weakened, so would he. It contains several thousand souls of innocent people he's either devoured, or granted by Father. As long as one soul still remains intact, so will Pride.

'''Container Body''': His body is as real as it can be, but doesn't function like his brethren. It's weaker, being smaller, and more fragile. It also doesn't bleed. Should it ever be shattered, he would be rendered into an minuscule infantile form and be required to 'grow up' unless a suitable replacement is found.

'''Youthful Appearance''': He looks young. Very young. This causes some people not to take him completely seriously.

'''Apathy''': He is Pride incarnate. He sees all non-humonculus as inferior creatures, and functions on a level of apathy in regards to most of them.

'''Light and Dark''': Complete darkness will render his powers inert, as shadows cannot exist in complete darkness. The same can be said about light, and too much bright light is known to even harm his shadows.

'''Carbon Fiber''': He cannot cut through it with his shadows. They just bounce off.

|Background=Amestris. The Alchemical Capital of the world, or so the propaganda would have you believe. A country that exists in a universe in which humans have developed a sort of magical science called Alchemy. The world itself is early 20th Century, with semi-steampunk advancements, specifically in the area of prosthetic replacements and automobiles. Though the study of Alchemy overshadows the regular sciences.

Having been formed over 350 years ago, Amestris stands in the very center of conflict with several outlying countries such as Drachma, Creta, and Aerugo. Skirmish fights are common along the borders, but otherwise Amestris keeps to itself and for very good reason. Those 350 years ago a man with golden hair arrived from the Eastern Desert to teach the people Alchemy.

That man was later revealed to be Father, a humonculus created by a former Xerxes Slave, who eventually went on to be known as Van Hohenheim. Father consolidated the primitive peoples of early Amestris, and formed them into a government. Then he focused their sights on expansion, until the country itself was nice and round, eventually growing to consist of 5 major cities in each cardinal direction.

This is where Pride begins. Created in an experiment by Father to separate his sins from himself, Pride was the first humonculus. For a long time it was just the two of them, controlling the budding government of Amestris, Pride was put in charge if making sure the humans did what Father wanted them. He was given a container body, and tasked with acting as the adopted son of many former government officials, or high ranking military personnel. Where ever he was needed, he was put into place. Eventually there were more, next came Lust, then Greed. Eventually Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, and then finally Wrath.

Pride was in charge of them all. As time went on, his duties became more and more focused on preparing the country for the Promised Day. He slipped from the eyes of his siblings and began working covertly with Father, and Sloth in order to set the stage for the future and build the country-wide transmutation circle. He was eventually partnered with Wrath, to pose as the son of the Fuhrer, Selim Bradley, where for the next couple of years he'd be posted. At least, until the Elric Brothers began to snoop.

At first, they were barely a blip on Pride's radar, but they were sacrifices the moment they attempted human transmutation. However, it wasn't until Edward Elric received his certification as a State Alchemist did things begin to... get interesting. The youngest alchemist, who managed to get their certification? Unheard of since Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. What drew the attention of the State was his ability to perform alchemy without a transmutation circle.

That day it became clear he would be a sacrifice. His brother followed soon after it became apparent of his... condition as a soul trapped inside a suit of armor. Their track record followed with disarray all across the country, disrupting on-going operations in mining towns, Leore, even Ishvallan slums, all in their quest to find a means to retrieving their lost bodies. They even ruined the Sewing Life Alchemist, Shou Tucker, who's research into Chimera creation lead him to transmute his daughter and dog just to save his career. Chimera were weak constructs, made through the joining of animal DNA through transmutation. Many experiments even lead to combining human and animal DNA to create a generation of soldiers during the Ishvallan War. Most of them are dead, while some had joined in Greed's little attempt at rebellion in Dublith. They too, died.

It was all in futile attempt, anyway. As they, like many others, will be destroyed when the Promised Day comes. And a new era of Humonculus Superiority will begin. Or that's what Pride thought, that Father would take upon the power of God and usher in a new era, but as time went on the persistent Elrics would not give up their goal. They kept digging, deeper, and deeper. Until Father had to get involved, after the death of Greed. Greed failed in his duty, and was reintegrated into Father as a result.

Greed would be reborn later, within the Xingese Prince Ling Yao, who proved himself yet another thorn in the Plan. Each passing moment lead to further disruptions, until Pride himself, had to step in. The plan was supposed to be simple. Kidnap the younger Elric, by manipulating his soul seal, and use him to lure Edward back to Central City. The tenacity of the older Elric was unexpected, causing a blackout as he did on an overcast night. Pride simply decided to bide his time, until that Lion/Human Chimera attacked. It was quite shocking to see how quickly the creature resorted to attacking the form of a small child.

The rest is blurry, as the next thing he knew he was waking up in Nowhereto Park to the sound of children on a nearby playground...

'''Personality''':
Pride is the physical embodiment of Father's pride. He is by every definition of the word, arrogant, prideful, and considers himself the most superior creature in the room at all times. As an active member of the Humonculus, Pride's sole duty is the execution of Father's plan. Which means he is the second in command, after Father. He's ruthless, conniving, cunning, and mocking. He will seek out any, and all advantage he can find to better combat his enemies and keep himself alive. This leads him to be reckless, in that he considers all other forms of life as vastly inferior to him. Which causes him to underestimate his opponents at times, but his vast amount power with his shadows make him a formidable fighter despite this.

When not acting as Pride, but putting on the guise of his alter identity, Selim Bradley, Pride is a much different person. He's polite, and thoughtful, inquisitive, and excitable in the subject of his particular interests: Military Service, and Alchemy. He'll speak for many hours on just how cool Alchemists are, as well as show a deep familial loyalty to his Father and Mother. He's also incredibly friendly, and easy to get along with, always looking to make friends where ever he goes.
|Skills='''Shadow Control:''' Pride is a living shadow. He exists as a shadow, contained within a physical body that appears to be a child. He can use his shadows to attack, spy, and defend himself. He's also capable of using them to force people to perform a task. They appear mostly as tendrils, but can expand and retract to cover wide surfaces. He can also communicate, and spy through them. They can cut through any substance besides carbon-based metals.

'''Philosopher's Stone:''' The core of his being. This blood red gemstone contains thousands of human souls, and renders him nearly indestructible, and effectively immortal. It is everything that allows him to exist and use his powers.

'''Amestrian Military Training:''' Being recognized as the son of the Fuhrer, and many other government officials in Amestris's past, Pride has mastered many Amestrian military tactics. Including the use of Morse Code, Tactical Information Gathering, and other military and political protocols. In the absence of the Fuhrer, and Father, he is effectively the leader of the Amestrian government.

'''Absorption:''' One of his less dignifying powers is the ability to devour others and gain their knowledge, and powers. For example: If he devours another humonculus of Father, he takes on some of their personality traits, but also their powers and weaknesses. Their souls become part of his Philosopher's Stone.

'''Second Identity:''' He is Pride, but he is also Selim Bradley, son of the Fuhrer King Bradley. A happy-go-lucky youngster who dreams of one day serving in the military like his Father. This is the face he puts on in public. He's also adept at hiding his malevolence from most types of sensor. This may not be so easy on the Twisted Road.

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Pola

2026-07-27T03:44:10Z

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|Name=Pola Abdul
|Pronunciation=
|Alias=Pink
|Occupation=Bounty Hunter
|Series=Battle Circuit
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Short=Pola is a teenage girl with reddish-brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and bright green eyes. Her partner is an ostrich with pink feathers, a yellow beak full of teeth, peach-colored legs and feet with white claws, and a golden ruby necklace around the base of her neck.
|Extra1='''Misc:''' Pinky is generally surprisingly gentle and well tempered when not on a job. As long as Pola is happy generally she is also, and she generally likes people, especially ones that pet her and offer food or shiny things. However, Pola and Pinky are fiercely protective of each other, so anyone perceived as a threat is going to be watched very closely at best, and more likely met with hostility.
|Age=16
|Birthdate=March 19
|Height=5' 4"
|Weight=110 pounds.
|Desc=Pola looks like a pretty unremarkable teenage girl with a slender figure who is clearly a tomboy at first glance. She has a cute face with a lightly tanned complexion, a small nose, warm brown eyes and wears no makeup. Her burgundy hair pulled back in a ponytail with a tuft of hair still left to form her bangs. Her standard outfit consists of an orange jacket with white sleeves, khaki cargo shorts, and white mid-calf boots with golden yellow soles.

Pola is almost never without her closest companion, a female ostrich with bright rose-pink feathers, a yellow hooked beak which hides a set of teeth, saffron-colored eyes, buff-colored scaley legs with large taloned feet, a pair of powerful wings and a large tuft of tail feathers which are a lighter shade of pink, along with the primary flight feathers of her wings, and around her head, neck, and breast. She wears a black eyepatch on her left eye, a golden ruby necklace around the base of her neck, a light blue collar just a bit further up, a spiked anklet on her right leg and a golden cuff on her left.
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' 
'''Nothing Can Stop Me''': Like most teenagers, Pola seems to think that she’s invincible, not appearing to be at all phased by the danger posed by their line of work to both herself and Pinky and continued success has only served to boost her confidence further.

'''No Matter How Much I Have, It’s Never Enough''': Pola is also rather addicted to her work and the life it allows her. After losing pretty much everything at the tender age of eight, she now has the wealth to not want for anything, and it seems like she’s afraid that if she doesn’t keep chasing the next bounty, she’ll lose it all again somehow.

'''United We Stand, Divided We Fall''': Pola and Pinky owe much of their success to how well they work as a team. Without Pinky, Pola would probably be dead or just scraping by as a street urchin, scrounging for scraps to keep herself going. Without Pola, Pinky would either be back with her spoiled and abusive original owner or worse, in some sketchy lab being poked and prodded, then discarded when she’s no longer useful. When it comes to a fight, they look after each other and help cover each other’s weaknesses. Separate them and they will be much easier to defeat.
|Background= Pola is a sixteen-year-old orphan girl from a dangerous futuristic world of aliens, dangerous criminals, and genocidal computer programs. When she was nine years old, her parents were killed by a colleague who went rogue while helping them work on a secret project called the Shiva System. With no family offering to take her in, she is placed in an orphanage, but soon runs away and ends up living on the street. At age ten she sees a jewelry adorned pink ostrich running from some men in black uniforms. Feeling sorry for the bird, she follows the ostrich, gains its trust with an offering of food, and together the pair evade the squad of hunters trying to recapture the genetically engineered ostrich which had escaped from its rather wealthy owner.

Pola finds it rather amusing that the ostrich has the most original name of Pinky, and they promptly form a bond with each other. Before long Pola realizes that Pinky’s bright pink plumage is just the beginning of what makes her special, as she is also able to fly, strangely has teeth hidden in her beak, and also seems to be able to understand when people are speaking to her. Initially Pinky can’t speak back, but Pola slowly becomes better at translating her rather expressive gestures and eventually, Pinky is gifted with an enchanted collar that allows her to speak. The pair stop a robbery, and after collecting the reward for capturing a wanted member of the Delete Gang, mutually decide to become bounty hunters in order to earn money to support themselves.

Pola is now sixteen, and still working bounties along with Pinky, the pair having become rather inseparable after all they’ve been through over the years. They’ve helped capture several high-profile criminals, with their finest moment being when they helped to stop the activation of an orbital superweapon that would have caused worldwide genocide if it was activated. They have also spent about four years in Neo Tokyo after the same man who killed Pola’s parents used his new experimental portal gun to send them to another dimension, having failed multiple attempts to kill them with some of his other creations. Now she’s made her way to Twisted City, hoping to find Katherine Lebedev, the woman who after a rocky start, eventually ended up being Pola’s adoptive mother in Neo Tokyo before suddenly disappearing from the city several months later.

Pola and Pinky have a similar personality, which is probably why they both get along so well. They are both very independent, rather enjoying the life of a free spirit and resisting anything or anyone who tries to tie them down. This is what made their connection with Katherine work so well, as she struck a balance of providing motherly support while still letting Pola and her feathered friend do their own thing for the most part. While Pola resents any figure of authority trying to tell her what to do unless it aligns with her interests, she does have a strong moral compass and will fight with Pinky at her side, for what she thinks is right, not really caring if she has to bend a few laws along the way. Pola and Pinky are both very social and enjoy meeting other people, though they are also very protective of each other and will react poorly to any perceived aggressive or deceitful advances.

Pola also has the typical teenager invincibility complex, not seeming to properly appreciate how much danger she and Pinky put themselves in by working as bounty hunters, and past success has only served to compound this. Lastly, while Pinky was rather pampered pet before they met, Pola went from stealing food so she wouldn’t starve, to pretty much being able to buy anything she wanted once the bounty work was flowing nicely. Now it’s like nothing is ever enough for her, as she’s always chasing a bigger job with a more lucrative payout even though by her twelfth birthday, she had more money than most kids her age could picture in their wildest dreams. At this point, she could put her wealth into various investments, retire and be set for life. But, she’s far too addicted to the thrill of the hunt and ever-increasing rewards to stop now.
|Skills='''Skilled Archer''': Pola took up archery when she was eight. When she started working bounties, what was once a hobby became a valuable skill, and is pretty much the only combat ability Pola has that isn’t overshadowed by her partner. She carries a crossbow for the balance between ease of firing and power, and If the situation calls for it, in addition to normal arrows both sharp and rubber-tipped, she also carries a small supply of burning and explosive arrows.

'''Fighting Fowl''': In the wild ostriches have been known to kill a lion with their kicks. Pinky has the benefit of increased intelligence, years of combat practice, and the ability to fly. She is surprisingly nimble on the ground for such a large bird, often stringing together kicks and pecks from her beak, even spinning on one foot for a sort of spinning heel kick. She can also attack from the air as she leaps or even flies. She’s been known to fly overhead of an enemy and rain down a flurry of kicks as she lands on her target. She can also grab an opponent with her feet and lift them into the air if they aren’t too heavy before suddenly dropping and driving them back into the ground with her powerful legs.

'''Flight''': Through genetic engineering, Pinky is the only known ostrich that is capable of flight. Impressively she is even able to leap into the air with Pola on her back, and hover briefly before coming back down to the ground. She is not able to achieve sustained flight for extended time or distance however, as her wing muscles tire quickly from the rapid flapping. Instead, she opts for shorter bursts of flight with a brief rest in-between.
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Poison Ivy

2026-07-27T03:43:55Z

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|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
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|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasons that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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Nathan Xeos

2026-07-27T03:43:36Z

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|Pronunciation=
|Alias=
|Occupation=Agent
|Series=The Secret World
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Templar
|Gender=male
|Species=Human (Bee)
|Short=Dressed like a slacker, armed like a knight
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|Age=25
|Birthdate=
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=
|Desc=Stands at 6'1" he looks rather plain, with fair skin, green eyes and brown hair. His hair is messy, medium length and unstyled, his only facial hair is a simple goatee. Over his eyes he wears a basic pair of wire rimmed glasses. On his ear he wears a (totally not stolen) Orochi tactical ear-piece. Around his neck he has a silver hatchet necklace. He wears a red open zip up hoodie over a black t-shirt, black jeans and brown hiking boots. His forearms, if exposed, are often covered in bandages, hiding the burns and runic scars. Finally he has a leather belt with an iron cross belt buckle over his right shoulder, holding the sheathe for his claymore sword.
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' 
|Background=TRANSMIT - initiate the anima signal - RECEIVE - initiate the hidden frequencies - DARK DAYS ARE COMING - we know you hear us, we can hear you too - WITNESS - the secret world.

It all started when I swallowed a bee. Okay, it was more of a bee shaped bio-mechanical symbiote created by a techno-organic tree computer in the center of the earth, but still a bee. As it turns out symbiote bees can do some mighty interesting things. Eye beams into the ceiling, general destruction of an apartment, phenomenal cosmic power... The kind of things that attract a lot of attention if you don't know what your doing. Which is what it did, I had no idea what happened, just woke up one morning, tried to make breakfast and blew up half my apartment. The other half was systematically blown up over the next 3 days.

What a beautiful cacophony we hear. Times - places - things that did not happen - will not happen. Mere fancies put to pen - paper - screen. They all flow through the well. The etchings of madmen and visionaries put on equal footing in a display of life. All of them singing such different tunes - all coming together into the liveliest of noise - but what brought them here? For what purpose?

On the third day is when I found out I'd been less discreet than I thought, and yes, you can 'discreetly' blow things up with magic. A 'representative' appeared at my door, claiming to be of the Templars, said they could train me and my new powers and that I didn't want to stick around. Well they were right on not sticking around. As I found out later, one of the Illuminati were prowling around and one of the Dragon's silent monks was in the city. Well, I had an appointment in a few days in London England, might as well get going...

WITNESS - our sweetling. One of many in these dark days - he heard the enochian - responded - tasted the sweetness of our wisdom. We gave him a gift - he took it - used it as a shield against the dark days coming - only for it to become his sword when the dark days arrived. 
Initiate the grail keeper protocol - to kill a demon one must sometimes burn down a village. The crossed ones believed this - but is it still true? Must those who seek monsters become them?

They weren't lying, once I'd become less of a threat to property values I started to take to the magical arts like a fish to water. It helped that I was something of a massive nerd at the time, still am, but now all the pouring over tiny details has a purpose. They had the facilities and know-how to turn me from walking explosion to full on battlemage, or close enough. Then after training it was field duty, going around, assisting people in the middle of supernatural crisis all across the globe. The bees seem less willing to let me die than than the things trying to kill me, but if there's one thing you can say about dark horrors hidden from public eye, it's that they are stupid persistent. Doesn't matter where they come from either, New England coast, Egypt, Transylvania... They will rip you to pieces as many times as it takes. None of it stuck, thankfully, no matter how many times I got torn apart messily, it was just a simple trip back to the nearest Anima well and I was back among the living. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like hell still. Apparently it's impossible to catch a break in the secret world.

In the grim blackness our sweetlings buzz - running mazes of cement and glass - stone and wood - mind and thought. Working to brighten an ever darkening world - for those that take them in - for themselves - as they slowly plumb deeper into the secrets and hidden places. 
Time moves not in lines, but circles. 
Initiate the secret histories.
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Mimi Valroon

2026-07-27T03:43:08Z

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|Name=Mimi Valroon
|Pronunciation=
|Series=Original
|Threat=Street Sweeper
|Class=Pilot
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Uh... Human?
|Age=22
|Birthdate=October 5th, 1915
|Height=5'6" (1.67m)
|Weight=130lbs (59kg)
|Short=Mimi is a blonde woman in her early twenties. She's usually wearing clothing that identifies her as either a pilot or an engineer of some sort.
|Desc=Mimi is a blonde woman in her early twenties. One lock of hair falls to the right side of her face down to her chin, but the rest of what frames her green eyes is shorter, reaching reaching only to said eyes. Most of her hair, however, is pulled back into a messy ponytail. She wears a white blouse, usually, short sleeved, under soft leather overalls that stop just below her bust. Instead of suspenders, the overalls are held up by some thicker leather paneling and the two black belts are strapped around her waist. She wears a pair of mismatched gloves, her right made of the same material as her overalls and reaching halfway up her forearm, but not passing the first knuckle of her fingers. It has a black band around the wrist much like the belts around her waist. Her right, however, is a thicker black affair that looks more substantial than the left. This one fully covers her fingers and ends at the same place on her forearm as the left, but has further leather straps making their way to her elbow. Finally at her feet are a pair of thick leather boots, reaching nearly to her knees and held in place by four black belts rising up her calves. Oh, and we can't forget the goggles. They're usually on her head somewhere, be it on her face or on her forehead.
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'''Piloting''': Mimi is an expert pilot. She's been flying planes since before she should have legally been able to.

'''Engineering''': Before her grand adventures, Mimi needed to make sure she knew how to keep her plane in working order. As such, she worked and worked and... found herself getting as much into that process as she was into flying! By now, Halberd's many customizations were designed and implemented by Mimi herself.

'''Survival''': Being stranded without fuel can lead one to pick up essential survival skills fairly quickly. But even before that, she was already excellent at navigation and orienteering.

'''Gunfighting''': Mimi is a fairly good shot with a rifle and handles a pistol quite easily

'''Knifefighting''': Things tended to go bad quickly in her adventures. Mimi has learned to knifefight by necessity, and has done so the hard way. This extends into swordfighting, as well, as she's learned to use her trusty machete as a weapon. Still, she'd not win any swordfights with a dedicated swordsman.

'''Acrobatics''': It started with the trouble she got into in the Amazon, but she's slowly found, again the hard way, that one needs to be limber and agile on an adventure, as well as a good climber and jumper.
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==Background==
Mimi comes from an alternate Earth. In this other world, history was completely altered by the presence of a mineral crystal that, when electrified, has anti-gravity properties. While in the past it was a fun but ultimately useless trinket powered by static electricity for perhaps toys, with the proper harnessing of electricity it became much, much more. By the time of the Great War, everything changed. The war raged on for far longer, with perhaps just a lull in the 20s before going all out again in the 30s. Massive fleets floated not just on the oceans, but in the air as well. Alliances broke, reformed, betrayals happened. Nations fell, reformed, and rejoined the war later. In the end, however, the Allies still won, largely on the back of American Industry.
Mimi was too young to fight, but after the war, this daughter of a general was quick to pick up a surplus night fighter and head off on her own adventures, exploring into the Amazon and across the south Pacific to the east indies. Before her adventures, she was already an excellent pilot and mechanic and a decent shot with pistol and rifle. She raced Russian spies to find the fabled City of Gold in the Amazon(it turned out to be mostly iron pyrite, unfortunately), survived months stranded without fuel in the Pitcairns, foiled a British aristocrat's plan to set himself up as a deity in Melanesia, fended off pirates near the coast of Australia, and narrowly avoided being captured by Japanese spies on Java. After that, she returned to America, where she decided she should have a nice vacation in Bermuda... Of course she flew there, and in the process crossed into the Bermuda Triangle... And then she found herself in Twisted.

==Halberd==
[[File:Halberd the P-65b.jpg|200px|thumb|right|P-65b night Fighter from the Great War]]Based on the B-170 Roundel medium Bomber, the P-65 Crossguard is a night fighter. Compared to the B-170, the cockpit was pushed back to accommodate the radar and heavier forward facing gun, while the reduced interior space means the bomb bay is almost vestigial, now reduced to only having a bomb capacity of 1000 lbs down from 4000. In practice the bomb bay typically had a removable fuel tank instead of actual ordinance. The B-170 also typically held two wing-mounted bombs which the P-65 was also capable of carrying, but typically didn't in order to save weight. The B-170 airframe was chosen to create the P-65 due to its already exceptional agility for a medium bomber, in large part due to its cruciform wings. Other modifications included removing the tail and waist guns, though the dorsal turret remained in place. The resulting overall lighter weight of the aircraft, along with updated, more powerful engines, resulted in an exceptional night fighter during the Great War. While a B-170 had a crew of five(Pilot, Navigator/bombardier, Turret gunner/Engineer, waist gunner/radio operator, and tail gunner), the P-65 only had three(Pilot, radar/radio operator, gunner). The radar operator remained sitting beside the pilot in a tandem operation, and could take over as a co-pilot in a pinch.

Of course, the Great War eventually ended, and all that military hardware quickly became surplus. Surplus ripe for the picking by explorers, adventure seekers, and mercenaries alike. One of these was the young Mimi Valroon. Herself the daughter of a General in the American Air Corps, Mimi was too young to enlist herself in the WASP program during the war. Her personal surplus P-65b Crossguard is called 'Halberd', and has updated equipment to enable it to be flown by a single person if needed. The bulky military radar has been replaced by a significantly smaller civilian model useful for spotting landmasses and heavy rainfall, the freed up space now housing additional personal storage space easily accessible when landed. Other equipment has been miniaturized in the post-war years, allowing for additional free space within the cabin to the point where a bunk has been set up under the turret, which can be remotely controlled (with ''very'' poor accuracy) from the pilot's seat. Usually the turret is simply set to face rearward.

===Varytitite===
There are crystals from Mimi's Earth known as Varytitite crystals that, when exposed to electricity, counteract gravity and float into the air. This has been known of from lightning strikes for all of history, and small toys have been made of them using static electricity... but this world's industrial revolution brought forth powered flight. Generators, first steam, then diesel, create constant enough power to float entire vehicles into the air. At first, such vehicles were sailed the same as sailing vessels, but then propellers were invented to move them forward far more easily. This motion eventually evolved into airplanes, though most planes still use their engines to generate power to a Varytitite crystal for takeoffs and landings.

==Notes==
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Mileena

2026-07-27T03:42:51Z

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|Name=Mileena
|Series=Mortal Kombat
|Class=Hell Stripper
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Neutral Evil
|Gender=Female
|Species=Genetic Experiment - Tarkatan & Edenian
|Age=25
|Birthdate=Nope. :(
|Height=5'9" (175cm)
|Weight=128lbs (58kg)
|Short=An abomination created in the Flesh Pits of Outworld by the sorcerer Shang Tsung, Mileena boasts the mixed ancestry of the graceful, powerful Edenians and the brutish, demonic Tarkatans. Her body represents the arguable peak of feminine beauty, blending dangerous curves with incredible athleticism, but amongst otherwise attractive facial features she boasts feral eyes and a mouth that no mother could love. Fortunately, she doesn't have one. Cannibalistic and violent, on her homeworld Mileena was the obvious candidate to take the throne from her 'father', Emperor Shao Kahn, after he was slain by the kombatants of Earthrealm. However, her stranglehold on the title of Empress was released following a successful coup by the Osh-Tekk Ko'atal. Executed in stomach-churning fashion, the over-ambitious clone was thought removed from the arena of Kombat; a pity that on Twisted, those rules no longer apply... 
'''Informal Title''': Empress Mileenapants the Bitey, First of Her Name 
'''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWnZV4flFc4 Freak Kitchen - One Last Dance]
|Desc=There's an immediate impression of something primal when beholding this alarming woman. Her body is as close to an approximation of 'perfect' as one is likely to find; smooth, feminine curves accentuated by honed, flexible muscle. Her breasts are a pleasing double-handful, the generous swell of her rear serving as both titillation and containment for further power. To call her a 'specimen' would be a vast and ironic understatement.

Mileena's head is where it all goes wrong. Her hair hangs as an old, unkempt mop, black enough to border on purple as it catches the light. Those inclined to lust might view it more favourably, as bedhair, but this woman's detractors see carelessness and dirt. Her features are severe, though aggressively attractive, a sunken and broad-boned brow framing slit amber eyes that hold a predator's instinctive and alien confidence. With wild fronds tumbling past her shoulders, framing sharp bones and pale skin, there's an unshamedness to her blunt, savage beauty.

Her attire flatters the whole, violently-sexual package. On her deliciously robust torso, a scandalously short purple half-toga does nothing to conceal barbaric lingerie, bound by a black sash and offset with a segmented upper chest plate. Elaborate, ornamental armguards of a dense, purple-dyed fibrous material restrain the corded muscles of her limbs, culminating at top and bottom with stylized plates of bone - decorated in a ghastly skull motif. Her hands, guarded on the back, are wrapped to the fore with fingers left bare, tipped at the apex with sharpened, painted nails.

The abomination's thighs are mostly visible courtesy of coarse black chaps, which disappear into chitinous knee pads also carved to resemble alien skulls. Beneath these, her lower legs are tightly bound in purple-stained bandages, and esconced from the calves down by what can best be described as battle-armored stripper heels, rear calves and feet protected by dark metal. The heels themselves are jagged, down-sweeping daggers, which clearly require unearthly grace to move around upon. More direct armament comes from the pair of leather-bound sai strapped to Mileena's upper spine. 
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'''Martial Arts''': Mileena is trained in a variety of styles, familiar with diverse forms but preferring to utilise simple, brutish techniques derived from her animalistic origin. She is no less deadly for it, possessed of incredible speed and strength rivalling Kombatants two or three times her size. Beside her fists, feet and maw, she favours paired sai in battle. Her technique, such as it is, is nigh flawless - she is a masterful and unpredictable warrior.

'''Genetic Advantage''': Vat-born and created from carefully-selected DNA, Mileena is a genetic super-soldier. Her strength and speed are both naturally-boosted as part of her artifical origin, and the sorceries of Shang Tsung have gifted her with a coherent understanding of these gifts. Impeccably agile, she is also obscenely tough; she can take blows that would mulch lesser fighters, and recovers at an astounding rate from physical damage.

'''Chi Manipulation''': Mileena has the ability to bolster her techniques and her movements with bright, jagged bursts of energy tied to whatever plane she currently inhabits. Able to quite literally teleport at will, she can use this power seemingly indefinitely and at a split-second's warning. It only works within close, sighted range - however, she can also form an ethereal link with her weapons, and use these as conduits through which to move her physical form.

'''Natural Magic''': Created partly by magecraft, Mileena is sensitive to the magical arts. She can instinctively use and understand sorcerous objects, and if given the means to use a magic-based power deriving from evil and darkness, is positively prodigious. There is a theoretical limit on this talent, which may grow in time with exposure. Currently, the act of performing even artificial magic is tiring and a threat to her already fractured sanity.

'''Clone Empathy''': Though she has to discover this ability, Mileena is - at this point in her evolution - able to communicate telepathically with her own clones, commanding them as a Hive Queen through strong mental suggestion. They share the same link, allowing her to effectively coordinate with as many 'other selves' as are available. Currently she is separated from the Flesh Pits, but good things come to she who waits...
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* KNOWLEDGE: 4

* MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 4

* PHYSICAL ABILITY: 8

* SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 8
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* THREAT RATING: 6
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==Background==
A creature of Outworld, Mileena is a magically-imbued genetic experiment created by the sorcerer Shang Tsung, whose Flesh Pits are well-stocked with creations made for the Emperor Shao Kahn. Of these, Mileena herself is the first success, cloned from the blended DNA of the captured Edenian, Princess Kitana, and the demonic Tarkatan race. Resembling her father's adopted daughter almost entirely, she has inherited too a hellish maw by grace of her barbaric half. A deadly mix of beauty and beast, she quickly became the favoured 'offspring' of the Emperor, and her loyalty came naturally. So, too, did a venemous hatred of Kitana, and much of Mileena's early life was spent in violent pursuit of the princess - whose betrayal of Shao Kahn's court marked her for execution.

Following the untimely demise of her 'father', it was Mileena who inherited the throne of Outworld by questionable right of birth. Her time as Kahnum earned her a yet greater reputation for bloody displays of violence, and her subjugation of her people earned her the nickname 'The Mad Empress'. Fortunately for many, her reign ended relatively quickly with a successful coup by one Kotal Kahn. The sole survivor of a race slaughtered by Mileena's father and predecessor, Kotal gained enough support and proved powerful enough to force the Empress into exile with a few of her closest advisors. Thus began a long and fierce rebellion - a civil war for Shao Kahn's throne.

During this time, Mileena would obtain the amulet of Shinnok; a fallen Elder God and one of the most potent denizens of Outworld. This would provide her the leverage to launch a counter-assault upon Kotal Kahn and drain his life force in order to reclaim the throne. This plan would backfire, in large part because Shinnok's power came at a deadly price; weakening the would-be Kahnum along with her victims, and she was all too easily dismantled by combination of Kotal Kahn, and his 'First Minister' D'Vorah. A former subordinate of Mileena's, the insectoid woman was gleeful in carrying out her order for execution, murdering Mileena in sickening fashion.

But Mileena's is far from a normal existence. With many more identical clones within the Flesh Pits of Shang Tsung, she may effectively be proven immortal with the right actions - here and now, it has been far simpler for the dark goddess Christabella to pull her through the stuff of nightmares and give her shape, mind and flesh. The Mad Empress stalks once more, and has herself a chance at redemption - by killing Kotal Kahn, now rightful ruler as ordained by the Elder Gods themselves, she can restore her lost glory and perhaps rise to take a new throne.

==Notes==
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Lucy Lacemaker

2026-07-27T03:42:36Z

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|Pronunciation=
|Alias=Lucy
|Occupation=Alcoholic
|Series=Satellite City
|Threat=Street Sweeper
|Alignment=Orange
|Gender=Female
|Species=Kivouachian
|Short=Small, crazy catferret alien.
|Extra1=
|Age=Over 7 billion years
|Birthdate=Unknown
|Height=89 cm, 2.9 feet
|Weight=Heavier than she looks
|Desc=A small creature, about three feet tall when standing on her hind legs, Lucy resembles some kind of white and red-furred cat or ferret with long, floppy ears and a grin with far too many teeth, not to mention the strangely raptor-like claws on her hands and feet.
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|Background='''Basic Overview'''

Lucy is not of Earthly origin, instead coming from a highly-compressed universe that existed before ours called the Kivouack. Having been raised in unimaginably harsh conditions in a heavily Darwinist society where violence and murder were considered social norms, Lucy is still trying to grasp concepts of Earthling culture often taken for granted. She would be considered insane or psychopathic by human standards, but takes pride in living up to ancient Kivouachian ideals of using violence and cunning to dominate others... or used to, as her murderous ways have softened since coming to live at the Croft Estate.

A combination of a deep depression and a strange relationship with the first half-Kivouachian hybrid called Hyzenthlay have dulled the fierce edge of Lucy's bloodlust, making her more prone to terrifying yet ultimately harmless pranks over actual murder attempts. She can still be thought of as a bit of a bully for enjoying the intimidation of weaker creatures, and will still express her more violent tendencies on those of less fragile constitution (i.e. other Kivouachians, people with similar regenerative capabilities). However, she can be surprisingly helpful or even friendly to those who display enough spine to stand up to her, taking on a mentor-like role for those who show potential for great strength or intellect. She is also known for her spectacularly heavy drinking habits, putting away enough alcohol to kill a normal human a dozen times over, which helps her forget how little meaning her life has now.

'''Full Backstory'''

When she was born, Lucy killed her littermates and ate her father, instantly marking her as someone with a bright future in Kivouachian society. She spent her younger years in the Kasino, a slum located at the edge of the Kivouack capital city, the Underbirth, where the misfits and downtrodden of her kind lived in constant fear of being rounded up and served as a delicacy to those of the higher classes. Her keen intellect soon saw her befriending another youth named Ludwig, who shared her endless thirst for knowledge as they killed their peers and illegally sold their body parts on the underground market in exchange for both status and information.

Eventually, they caught the attention of Fontaine, the man who had created this equivalent of the black market, and he eagerly took the two of them on as apprentices. While Ludwig worked directly under Fontaine, Lucy was sent to Sombra, the oldest living Kivouachian and one of the Kivouack's highest ruling class. It was from Sombra that Lucy learned of law and order, the art of balance, and the meaning of justice, and eventually became a highly respected political figure in her own right. She was placed in charge of handling legal cases, acting as judge, jury, and executioner for all crimes committed under her watch, and became famous for her thorough consideration of each case and brutal efficiency in carrying out punishments.

Furthermore, Lucy was the Voice of the Court, and it was her duty to ensure that every politician wishing to debate laws and legislation be heard fairly and to prevent undue disruption under threat of decapitation and humiliation. During this time, Lucy also took many lovers, the most notable of which being Celia, a member of the Kivouack military force called the Yolsh. Celia was the first person Lucy failed to dominate, thus learning humility and submissiveness in a relationship that lasted thousands of years. However, their love ended during the Mandus Conflict.

Who exactly Mandus was is unclear, but he was not a Kivouachian, rather something much more powerful and seeking to bring an end to the Kivouack. The battles with Mandus were never made public knowledge in order to prevent the spread of panic, but Celia was killed on the front lines, and Lucy's capacity for love died with her. In a boldly controversial move, Lucy sought out Mandus herself, disappearing into the anarchic wilderness of the Madness Frontier outside the protection of the city. When she eventually returned, her left eye had been severely damaged beyond regeneration, but the most surprising thing was that she declared her loyalty to Mandus, claiming he was a beautiful creature devoid of cruelty or evil.

At some point after this, Mandus destroyed the Kivouac, causing the event that we know as the Big Bang which created the Universe. The stars, galaxies, and nebulas that fill the void are but shattered remnants of the Kivouac, eternally scattering. Miraculously, Lucy and a number of other Kivouachians survived this event, and after a few billion years, many of them settled on the planet that would eventually come to be known as Earth. Although they were not many, their presence constantly helped shape human history, providing the basis for countless myths and legends. Lucy herself became known as Loki in Norse culture, and was responsible for such incidents as the Great London Fire (caused by accidentally igniting some rum she was brewing in a bakery) and collaborating with Ludwig to orchestrate World War I, though she tried (and failed) to stop World War II from occurring.

Eventually, while helping Ludwig in his efforts to gene splice Kivouachian DNA with native Earth animals, Lucy and several other Kivouachians both from ancient times and born on Earth came to live with a human named Sullivan Croft, who owned a large estate which became sort of a small settlement for their kind. It isn't exactly clear why this decision was made, though some theorize that Sullivan is the descendant of a human woman Ludwig once shared an intimate relationship with, thus making him tolerated as a sort of liaison with modern human society, allowing them to keep tabs without having to risk direct contact with the outside world.

After all this, Lucy felt directionless. She had lived for billions of years, seen the fall of one universe and the rise of another, helped shape the history of an entire sapient species, but what was the point of it all? To paraphrase her words, when someone only has ninety years to live, every word on the page of their life is golden and meaningful, but when that page is neverending, stretching into infinity, those same words mean less and less. She had no drive to work toward any particular goal, because her clock will never run out... or that's what she thought.

One of Lucy's most important contributions to the attempted rebuilding of her society was discovering the genetic formula that led to the first successful hybridization experiment, creating a half-Kivouachian red squirrel named Hyzenthlay. Although Lucy at first expressed a desire to kill and eat the creature for her weakness, their relationship slowly developed into a cat-and-mouse game of intimidation and dominance. However, it took a sharp turn once Hyzenthlay discovered her purpose from Ludwig, growing enough of a backbone (metaphorically) to not only stand up to Lucy verbally, but even strike at her. Despite angrily clawing Hyzenthlay's face in response, Lucy was impressed enough by the step the squirrel had taken to begin treating her more as an apprentice than a toy, seeking to help her grow stronger still.

Of course, that was all shot in the foot once Lucy fell into a wormhole and found herself in Twisted. It doesn't much matter here that she looks like a demonic catferret, so why bother hiding anymore? She can just indulge herself a little, while away the time with all these interesting new faces and maybe find some new scratching posts or drinking buddies. It's not like she doesn't have time to kill, and hell, this whole "mentor" business doesn't seem so bad after all.
|Skills=Immortality: Kivouachians have a unique cellular structure that gives them the ability to control the length of their telomeres, meaning they cannot die of old age, or indeed most conventional methods. Fire, strong acids, and other things that can damage their DNA are effective methods of dealing with them, as long as they aren't allowed to escape and recover. Destroying their brain is the simplest and most reliable method of killing a Kivouachian, though their body will remain alive but inactive until destroyed by one of the previously mentioned methods. Electricity has also proven an effective method of incapacitating them, as their regenerative capabilities offer no resistance to attacks on their nervous systems.

Regeneration: As further elaboration on the above, Kivouachians possess natural regenerative abilities that allow them to heal ordinary wounds in a matter of minutes, even things like severed limbs or decapitation. Simply reattaching lost body parts is as simple as popping them back onto the body where they belong, though fully regrowing them can take hours or even days. Decapitation, specifically, is non-lethal to their kind unless the brain itself is destroyed, and is more akin to knocking them unconscious as their mind loses connection to their body. Lucy in particular is known for having especially strong regenerative powers, able to stay conscious even while decapitated and thus reunite her head and body under her own power. The one thing her regeneration can't seem to fix is her damaged eye for reasons unknown, which causes her to have difficulty focusing her vision.

Transformation: Kivouachians' unique genetic structure allows them to rewrite their own DNA on the fly, allowing them to re-create parts of their body. For example, it can be anything from simply lengthening their claws or teeth, to something as complex as breaking down their body into a small swarm of insects, though the latter is something semi-unique to Lucy. However, as mentioned above, things like fire and strong acids can damage their DNA on a cellular level, thus weakening or negating these transformational advantages altogether.

Inexhaustible: Though they still eat and drink like any other living organism, Kivouachians do not require sleep or suffer from fatigue. The only time they need to rest is when they have suffered extensive bodily damage and need to conserve energy for recovery. They are also practically immune to toxins and diseases, which allows for the infamous drinking habits practiced by Lucy and her friend Shuck.

Natural Weapons: In her default form, which she rarely deviates from, Lucy possesses numerous sharp needle-like fangs and claws like small daggers on her hands and feet, easily able to rend the flesh from any hapless victims. She also has a fondness for opening up her chest cavity like a large, second mouth, using her ribs as teeth and innards like grappling tentacles.

Brilliance: Lucy's main advantage that allowed her to survive and flourish in the Kivouack was her genius intellect, serving her unending thirst for knowledge well. She picks up on new concepts incredibly quickly and has what might be considered a photographic or encyclopedic memory, demonstrated by such feats as her perfect recollection of the contents of Charles Darwin's On the Origin of Species and William Shakespeare's entire library of works.

Omniglot: Having existed since long before the dawn of humankind, Lucy has had ample time to study and become fluent in all forms of human language.
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Kazuki

2026-07-27T03:42:07Z

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|Name=Kazuki Wakahisa
|Pronunciation=(kaz-oo-key wa-ka-hi-sa)
|Alias=Kazuki
|Occupation=Aidoru ♥♥♥
|Series=Macross
|Threat=Street Sweeper
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Short=Thin but tall, rather effeminate man.
|Extra1='''Misc:''' Kazuki Wakahisa has been on quite the journey -- struggling singer, Sound Force member, part-time Anti-UN terrorist, and now it's come full circle back to civilian. That journey taught him just how unpleasant life could be, and gave him what he would call a "healthy paranoia" of trusting others with his heart. Though scarred by the betrayal that ended his time with the AUN, he managed to keep himself reasonably sane along the way. Now he's just trying to get by as well as he can, bubble of youthful energy and vigor thoroughly burst by a tragedy of errors that would read like a bad soap opera plot if he were to tell the story.
<h3>Trivia</h3>
* Kazuki has Klinefelter's syndrome, a condition where there's an extra X chromosome in some percentage of the body's cells, resulting in an XXY arrangement. Severity tends to differ based on the percentage of cells that have this XXY arrangement. Kazuki's percentage is low. He is physically male, but some of his body's systems act as they would in a female body. This causes a number of issues, but none severe enough to impact his life in an appreciable way.
* Due to the former, his voice never actually deepened when he went through puberty. The baritone voice that he speaks with is him pitching his voice down.
|Age=26
|Birthdate=March 3
|Height=6'2"
|Weight=149lb
|Desc=        Pale, slim, and delicate of features. It might even be hard to tell at first what gender this person is at a single glance. But a second look at the face will reveal a squareness that one doesn't often see in a woman, and thinner lips than a woman's. Still, though...it's a safe bet he gets a lot of teasing over it.

       He has auburn hair that's been cut short in the back, but he's kept his bangs long around his face. These "tails" of hair reach to about his chest.

       His face is delicate and feminine-looking, but there's enough masculinity there to at least tell he's male with not too much trouble unless one isn't paying attention. His eyes are a lavender color, and seem somewhat narrowed. In fact, his features in general seem slim and angular, his fingers slightly too long, and slightly too thin. But perhaps good for fine detail work.

       He's wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt that fits him loosely, a pair of dark blue pants, and a pair of heavy black boots. Pretty simple attire, but its darkness makes him seem even paler. Under normal circumstances he walks in a slouch, his back bent and his hands in his pockets. There will, of course, be situatons where that is not possible. 
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' <ul><li>Kazuki's light build makes him vulnerable to strong attacks. Thus he relies on just not being where an enemy's attack lands. Mobility-arresting measures are thus pretty devastating during battle.</li><li>The story of what he's been through in his home world really does read like a bad soap opera plot. However, it's also responsible for a lot of his emotional problems at current. Besides that, it's often said that the creative mind is already plagued with ills. Whether natural or from what he's been through, Kazuki's anxiety and depression remains untreated.</ul> 
|Background=<h3>'''Background'''</h3>        Kazuki was a regular kid in a world with space travel. At least, he thought he was normal. As it turned out, he had Klinefelter's syndrome, a condition where a male is born with an extra X chromosome. Treatments wre costly, and it wasn't a life-threatening disease, so his parents opted not to have it dealt with when he hit his teens.         That was fine, since Kazuki had another plan for his life -- he was going to go into space aboard the colony ship ''Horizon'' -- they would need civilians and entertainers too, particularly as favorably as the military saw singers. Kazuki himself had a decent singing voice. And one bit of splurging that he allowed himself was a voice coach, so that, as he grew into his teen years, he could at least '''pretend''' to be a normal male. Once he'd hit his adult years, he had both a good understanding of how to change his voice -- both up AND down -- and the opportunity to apply for citizenship on the Horizon. And he made it! It was the chance of his dreams...!         One that turned into a nightmare...         It didn't take long before Sound Force picked him up, since he was determined to be in possession of the talent for manipulating Spiritia, a unique spiritual energy that's attached to both music and the soul. Now, this Sound Force had learned from the mistakes of the former, and put everyone in it through basic training. Unfortunately, the rest of the force wasn't aware of this. Even more unfortunate, Kazuki was the only member of Sound Force that had no family in the military. So, while Kazuki was taking verbal abuse from the UN Spacy '''outside''' Sound Force for, well... being in Sound Force, he was also taking verbal abuse from '''inside''' Sound Force because he had no military connections.         Soon this did enough damage to his mental state that the UN Spacy forcibly retired him. With no benefits, of course. So he went back to singing for his supper. And for a while that was working out. But then an Anti-UN attack on the Horizon colony ship that saw the ship being temporarily taken over by the AUN had him retreating into a network of large pipes. Two weeks later, he was discovered by Anti-UN member Zhorein Raynes, on a mission to deal with a rogue Sound Force member hiding on the ship. He was too weak to fight back, and was only saved by the timely interference of Ayame Bright, the then-leader of the UN.         Rather than kill him, she decided to make the recruitment pitch. Feeling that he had no choice, Kazuki agreed to join them. But something surprising happened... he started to make friends with the AUN forces. Soon he was a dedicated member of the AUN himself, learning how to fly a Valkyrie and using his unque vocal talents for their cause. It was the happiest he had ever been -- he wasn't expected to be anything he wasn't capable of, only to do what he could. They respected his need to learn slowly, under their tutelage and care, he blossomed into a confident and happy individual.         But this is where the bad soap opera plot starts. A battle with the UN turned into a high-ranking member of General Galaxy killing most of the AUN members and threatening to destroy an entire planet. The AUN had no choice but to join forces with the UN to defeat General Galaxy and end the bomb threat, and then then remnants of the AUN fled before they could be captured. However, one of the surviving AUN members -- someone that Kazuki had romantic feelings for (they were of course, unrequited; this fellow was straight) -- told them that Ayame Bright had been captured and needed to be rescued. They set up the jailbreak, made the plans, and set off to rescue their leader.         Unfortunately, it turned out that this AUN member that Kazuki loved so much... was really a double-agent for the UN. And so, when the group was too far into the facility to easily escape, he turned them all over to the UN. Kazuki spent a little time in jail -- not much, between the AUN's assistance with the planet bomb threat and the fact that the double-agent led them into the commission of the crime of breaking and entering a government facility (entrapment, which is illegal), plea bargains and negotiations happened.         Kazuki came out of jail bitter and jaded, and a change in his music reflected that. He turned to darker genres -- like metal and screamo -- leaving behind the happy, upbeat songs of his youth. And his Spiritia abilities moved fully from healing to damaging the psyche of others. For five years after he was let out of jail, he just lingered, withdrawing more and more from the public eye. Then one day, he just... disappeared, without a trace.         He didn't kill himself, no. He'd been pulled into Twisted! At first he didn't care, and only did what he needed to in order to survive, only because he couldn't '''not''' do that. They say time heals all wounds, and gradually Kazuki started to come out of his shell. He's never going to be the man he was before that bad soap opera story of a past happened, but he's at least gotten through it enough to get by. Currently he lives as well as he can in Twisted, doing the occasional concert and/or album for an influx of cash.
<h3>'''Personality'''</h3>

        Almost nothing of Kazuki's personality before his life fell apart with the destruction of the AUN remains. He's bitter, jaded, cynical, and broken, with very little good to say about anything. Though to be fair, he doesn't have much bad to say about much either. He's lax and flippant most of the time, and if he has a single f**k to give about propriety, he has hidden it very well. However, it is worth pointing out that his time in Twisted has allowed him to heal a little from the fallout of it all. He's still not the same man he was, but he's not the utterly broken and despairing man he was immediately after the incident.         It's also worth noting that his moping doesn't ever really get out of hand -- for better or worse, he's learned how deeply true is the old adage that when you cry, you cry alone. Though of course that also means that he doesn't talk to people when he has a problem; his time in Sound Force and the betrayal of someone he loved so much taught him to know better than to share his pain with others. If people can see the tender parts of his psyche, they can stab at them, either literally or with words. And he's about done with having people hurt him.         His ability to create a "mask" of sorts over his true face is about the only thing that survives of his original personality. More often than not, he's covering up his real face with one of these "masks" for the crowd, or just for the general populus. He can '''pretend''' to be the same happy, chipper, silly fellow that he was before it all happened of course. That's easy -- easier than letting on that he's not like that at all.         Another thing that remains is the fear that a look at the real Kazuki -- the Kazuki underneath all the pretending and flair, the deeply broken and cobbled-together man underneath it all -- would send people running. He once thrived by covering up his true self, and it was only when he let someone in that he was hurt. So he's not about to stop covering up anytime soon.         But overall, his time away from all the reminders of his failures has done him well. He no longer blames himself for being "not good enough" for anyone back home; a goldfish can hardly be blamed if it can't climb up a tree with all the other monkeys, can it? Freeing himself of this guilt has done wonders in gluing together the broken pieces of who he was. Like a broken porcelain doll, no amount of glue is going to hide the cracks, but at least he can hold himself together reasonably well now, and that's all that really matters. Now he just wants to make music and make a few people happy.

|Skills=<ul><li>'''Spiritia Manipulation:''' Spiritia is an energy force generated by living things (yes, just like the Force). In his world, manipulation of this energy source is the closest thing to magic that exists. Manipulation of others' spiritia is done via musical talent, either singing or playing an instrument. A musician needs to "play with soul" in order to do this. By doing this, he can sway the emotions of a crowd of people, evoking emotions in those who chose to give themselves over to it. He can "aim" this for a stronger effect on unwilling targets, however.</li><li>'''Anima Spiritia Generation:''' Beyond the normal spiritia produced by living things, some people produce the so-termed "Anima Spiritia", an even purer form of this energy. By generating and directing it similar to a magic spell (in the way as normal spiritia, by singing or playing music), he can accomplish a variety of effects within other living beings. Plants and nonsapient life will react based on the emotions he's singing with. Sapient life will either find their abilities and/or morale improving or deteriorating, again depending on the emotion in his music. Most devastating of all, he can act on an opponent's morale, in Kazuki's case ATTACK it, wearing down his or her will to continue to fight. Opponents defeated in this way physically suffer no damage, but appear emotionally spent. They will recover easily enough, however.</li><li>'''Agile:''' Given his light physique, and the fact that he's used the muscle mass he does have to become a dancer, it's no wonder that Kazuki's agility is pretty high. Dodging is generally how he keeps himself alive when things go pear-shaped around him, he's quite good at escaping from bindings and small spaces, and can fold himself up into extremely small hiding places.</li><li>'''Driving:''' Kazuki's good at driving land vehicles. If it has two or more tires, he's likely to be able to figure it out. Large vehicles don't seem to intimidate him like they do some people, and he maintains an awareness of where all parts of the vehicle are at all times.</li><li>'''Various Bits of Military Training:''' Throughout his journey, Kazuki was in both the UN Spacy and the Anti-UN, both military-class forces, though on opposite sides of a conflict. While he hasn't been meticulously trained like the rest, he can use a gun with some competence, and he knows a decent amount of barehanded fighting techniques. He really shines with a single dagger, though -- his slender frame is perfect for the quick movements that are needed to attack quickly with a dagger.</li><li>'''Performer:''' Kazuki is a skilled performer, having been singing, dancing, and playing the keyboard for most of his life. In his early days he went to a voice coach that taught him to sing, as well as to pitch his voice how he needed it. His keyboard skills are mostly self-taught, and he had to learn stage presence through experience.</li><li>'''Disguise:''' He didn't just learn to manipulate his voice. Learning how to carry himself, both onstage and in real life, has taught him to change himself totally to fit a given situation. He creates a persona, crafts a personality, decides on mannerisms, etc. This isn't limited to gender, as he's been able to successfully pass himself off as a female on more than one occasion. Which naturally leads to...</li><li>'''"Nadine":''' "Nadine" is Kazuki's female persona, and he's really good at playing this character. He effectively ceases to be "Kazuki Wakahisa" in this guise and is, effectively "Nadine". It isn't quite a second personality, but it's close. Enough to fool all but the closest observers. The biggest thing that gives him away? His height. He's still 6'2", even as Nadine. Surrounded by female Zentradi (Meltrans), who could be over six feet easily, it wasn't a big deal. But in Twisted, that could trip him -- or rather, "her" -- up.</li></ul>
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Katherine

2026-07-27T03:41:50Z

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|Name=Katherine Lebedev
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|Occupation=Major in GRU/EDC Director
|Series=Themis Files Book 3, Only Human
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|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human, A1
|Short=A bright eyed woman dressed in a suit that's all business, with a personality that's all smiles...and sometimes possibly, just possibly the teeniest, tiniest dash of murder - maiming at the very least. Katherine is currently serving as a Lt. Commander in the NTSDF and heads their Research and Development division. - On Earth (as she knew it), Katherine was a Major in the GRU, The First Main Directorate of the General Staff of the Russian Armed Forces. There she headed a small division focused on alien technology and weaponry. In particular, she and the Russian government were very interested in obtaining Themis, a large "mecha" built by the aliens known as the Ekt. Later, Katherine took a position with the UN's highly specialized Earth Defence Corps commanding a strike force and developing weapons using cutting edge, experimental technologies. Katherine is exceedingly friendly and, by appearances, a bit scattered but don't let that fool you. She hasn't gotten to the top by sheer dumb luck. There's a method to her madness. Approach with caution.
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|Age=Early to mid 40s
|Birthdate=Classified
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|Desc=Wearing a NTSDF uniform, Katherine Lebedev is the very picture of professionalism. The crisp, straight lines of the fitted jacket and knee length skirt make a sharp, no-nonsense first impression but those hard edges are softened by the way the ensemble hugs her slender body creating a sleek, feminine silhouette. As Katherine heads the R&D department, her gear is in the deep shades of blue that represent it with the notable exceptions being her red and gold epaulettes and the markings on her sleeves and breast which denote her senior rank to be that of Lieutenant Commander. She carries with her at all times a small side-arm, a PSS silent pistol, which is holstered at her belt. Katherine is the smaller side of average height and weight, though not quite petite. Her posture is effortlessly impeccable, no doubt from years of military service. She always seems at attention- alert. She is approximately somewhere in her late 30s or early 40s, though one could easily mistake her for several years younger than that, especially given her bubbly personality and chatty nature. Still, keen observers might note the barest hint of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, though they are very subtle. Katherine has large, bright blue eyes which convey mirth and amusement as readily as they do shrewdness and acuity. If eyes are the windows to the soul, it's safe to say that Katherine's may be tinted for it's not always easy to read the woman this way. Is she joking? Is she serious? Katherine wears her disposition cheerfully, but she keeps her cards close to the vest and trying to read the truth from her expression is likely an exercise in frustration thanks to years of work in government intelligence which has trained her to give away nothing...unless it serves your purpose. Katherine's blonde shoulder-length hair is smartly cut- layered at the bottom and parted to the side. At all times - in and out of uniform - Katherine's appearance can best be described as neat, tidy, and perfectly presentable.
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Johann

2026-07-27T03:41:29Z

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|Pronunciation=(Yo-hahn van Vint-hook)
|Alias=Jan (pronounced "Yuhn")
|Occupation=Head Doctor at the Twisted Clinic
|Series=Team Fortress 2 AU
|Threat=Street Sweeper
|Alignment=Neutral Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Short=A kindly medic of German descent.
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|Age=~40
|Birthdate=Sometime in the 1920s
|Height=6'1"
|Weight=133 lbs
|Desc=Johann van Windhoek, or Jan to his friends, appears as an adult caucasian male in his early forties, physically fit and healthy with reasonable grooming. He has chocolate hair and blue eyes, and a seemingly permanent, welcoming smile. His hair is cut short and seems to be receding at his forehead, the rest of it combed to one side, and it is noticeably graying at the edges. He has a large forehead, high cheekbones, and a prominent chin. On his head, he wears a dark gray beret with the shield insignia of the United States Army's 1st Special Forces Group displayed on the front, though in his world it seems to be more of a mercenary insignia. He can also be typically found wearing a pair of spectacles to aid his failing eyesight, and smoking an old-fashioned pipe when not busy in the operating room.

Johann also wears a light blue labcoat with prominent lapels and a large cowl-like collar, using golden trim and a pair of similarly colored epaulettes to show his station as head medic of the Teufort General Hospital. Under this is a white waistcoat with golden buttons, which is in turn worn over a darker blue undershirt. Around the upper arm portion of his labcoat's sleeves, he wears a pair of navy blue armbands with patches that show the red cross symbol of his profession, and over his hands are a pair of rubber gloves of the same color. At the side of his waist, he wears a gray satchel that he uses to store anesthetics, syringes, and other small, portable medical items, with a clipboard attached to the satchel for taking field notes. His legs are covered by a pair of dark blue pants, which are tucked into a pair of black combat boots.

What one might also notice is the unusual device strapped to his right arm. It is a small, gray metal box attached to his arm with three vials of some unknown liquid inserted into it; one purple, one blue, and one green. From the upper end, a tube emerges and connects to a circular piece of metal attached to his upper arm, over the insignia on his armband. On his back is a metal backpack, painted with the same cross insignia, which has two tanks of mysterious purpose attached to either side. It's unknown how, exactly, this device works, but it and the backpack give him several extraordinary abilities that aid him in his chosen profession.
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Johann strictly follows the Hippocratic Oath, meaning he will never intentionally bring harm to another living being, and will always attempt to render aid to anyone who needs it, even if he knows them to be an enemy.''' 
|Background=Despite being of German descent, Johann was born and raised in Windhoek, the capital of the Republic of Namibia in South Africa. He proved exceptionally brilliant in school and received top marks in the medical and engineering classes at the University of Cape Town. After receiving doctorates in Medical Science and Engineering, he moved to America, where he believed he could put his skills to good use. Soon after his arrival, he was called to Teufort General Hospital, located somewhere in the Midwestern United States, where he helped deal with the quickly rising mercenary casualties caused by the Gravel Wars and, more recently, the conflicts over the rare and immeasurably valuable metal called Australium. Within a year of his arrival, his status was elevated to head doctor.

After some time, he ended up getting involved directly in the ongoing war between Cyborneer and CyborSpy. It started with his attempting to revive a wounded Soldier Drone, and then he was drawn further in when he responded to a distress call from a kung fu temple, where he saved the Drunk Monk from death following a disastrous attempt to defend the temple from CyborMedic. Later, his position as the unofficial field medic of Cyborneer's team was established when he was brought to the hideout of a former Hazardous Environment Combat Unit (HECU) agent, codename Major Scout Guy, to heal his wounds. At some point after, he found himself transported to Twisted, where he continues his work healing anyone in need, regardless of social status or affiliation.

Johann is a kindhearted man who has wanted to help others since his childhood, and found a way to do so through medicine. He believes strongly in the Hippocratic Oath and thus has taken up a policy of total pacifism, refusing to cause anyone harm even in self defense. He is notably distrusting and even somewhat hateful toward doctors who violate the oath to do no harm, but regrets that he cannot do anything except heal those they hurt. Despite his brilliance and knowing the risks, he will often go out into the battlefield to render medical assistance to wounded warriors, even if he knows them to be hostile. This, more than anything, is his greatest fault, but one that he will forever refuse to change.

Back in his home world, Johann had a small team of medics studying under him. Although similarly intelligent and skilled in their own right, they had difficulties working as a team and had a tendency to argue with one another, and at least one was overly cynical and tried to give up on most patients. Despite being frequently disappointed by them, Johann still had hope that they would one day be the best medics Teufort ever saw. He still holds that hope, but now applies it to whoever chooses to come to him for training on Twisted, while trying not to think of how badly his students are probably screwing up without him.
|Skills=Johann is a highly intelligent man with doctorates in Medical Science and Engineering, which he used to build the device he wears on his arm (more details on that in a bit). He is fully trained for medical work, particularly surgery, and has all the knowledge and skills that come with it. He is also quite handy with advanced machinery, though not to the same extent as a dedicated engineer, and can create devices with useful (non-lethal) effects from time to time, if given prior notice of their necessity and time to prepare and gather the resources he needs to build them.

The device on Johann's arm is essentially a compact version of the standard medigun used by most medics employed by Mann Co. Despite its relatively small size, the beam it generates can still greatly acclerate the natural healing process of the body, even allowing it to perform otherwise impossible feats of recovery, such as from disembowelment or dismemberment, if all the necessary body parts are present and in place, and the patient has not suffered brain death or cessation of circulatory and respiratory functions. In fact, it is actually more powerful than standard in this regard, though it lacks the ability to utilize the standard medigun's Ubercharge effect, and prevents Johann from using other mediguns.

The arm-mounted medigun also has a number of defensive powers to help Johann survive encounters with hostile elements. The first among these is a telekinetic stun, which can stop an aggressor in place as long as Johann is able to focus on them, and will last for up to two seconds of waning power after he breaks his focus. The stun does not stop the target's metabolic functions or prevent them from thinking, speaking, or making minor gestures; it only binds their limbs so that they cannot move from one spot or take hostile (physical) action. Those of psychic inclination, or capable of magic that does not require grandiose gestures, are still perfectly capable of using those powers while stunned, and most dedicated telekinesis users can override Johann's fairly easily. The stun also drains energy from Johann's medigun very quickly, especially against exceptionally strong targets, and thus has a maximum holding time of approximately six seconds before it runs out entirely. The second defensive feature is a simple flash of extremely bright light, which is used to blind aggressors who are not protected against it, such as by wearing high quality sunglasses or simply lacking eyes to begin with.

The medigun's third feature is an energy shield, which can be deployed up to about twenty feet in diameter, and is able to stop most projectiles (bullets, weak energy blasts) that make contact with it. If a larger mass makes contact, such as a rocket or charging enemy, it causes molecular destabilization as they pass through it, which can have very harmful effects on living beings with prolonged contact (something Johann himself will actively stop if it happens, which can be taken advantage of if one knows of his adherence to the Hippocratic Oath). The shield consumes a lot of energy, and will disappear on its own after about five seconds of continual use.

Finally, the last and arguably most potent ability of his medigun is the "blink" effect. Johann can point to any location within his line of sight and instantaneously teleport to that spot, which he usually uses to escape from patients who suddenly turn hostile. He can also use this ability to pass through walls and doors, but this is a risky maneuver if he doesn't know exactly what's on the other side. He might end up in a more dangerous situation than what he left behind, or worse yet, accidentally splice his molecules with something in the same spot as his "exit" point. In the latter case, the best he can hope for is that it will simply complicate his recovery, instead of being instantly fatal.

Also, because of his multicultural upbringing, Johann is fluent in three languages: English, German, and Afrikaans.
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Jack Hawksmoor

2026-07-27T03:41:14Z

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|Name=John Cooper “Jack” Hawksmoor
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|Series=WildStorm Comics
|Threat=City Smasher
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|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Male
|Species=Enhanced Human
|Age=29
|Birthdate=July 8
|Height=5'9"
|Weight=180 lbs
|Short=A nondescript white guy with black hair, not particularly large. No shoes.
Miscellaneous: Private investigator, vigilante, weird guy who talks to cities
|Desc=Not overly tall, nor particularly bulky, this man would tend to go unnoticed most of the time. His dark hair is cropped short, coming to a widow's peak in front. It has a bit of a tendency to be untidy. He has thick, slightly angular brows, a large nose, and thin lips. Most of the time, his eyes are a dark, reddish brown, but occasionally they glint red, a light behind them that may not quite appear to be human. His form is that of somebody who is extremely fit, with abs that are slightly visible and powerful arms and legs. It is not a bodybuilder's physique, but much more functional in its appearance. However, he does have one immediate, distinguishing feature: He is not wearing any shoes. His bare feet, when lifted, show a mechanical pattern to them, something which looks somewhere between metal crocodile skin and the surface of a tire. This appears to be integral to his feet rather than anything that is fastened or glued on. As if to accommodate this, he wears trousers that appear to be about a size too short.

His clothes are relatively simple. He wears black dress slacks, a white shirt (no buttons, seeming to be more like a plain t-shirt and, when it is cooler, a black blazer. All the time. If the man has a wardrobe, it is made up of many of the same items.
|Skills=Urban symbiosis: Although Jack still considers himself to be human (except on his bad days), he really isn’t. He’s closer to a highly altered cyborg, his internal organs having been replaced with a mix of cybernetic implants and biological organs of non-human origin. The downside is that he can only survive in cities. If removed from an urban environment, he can only survive outside it for more than a few minutes unless sustained by drugs (of which he has a very limited supply, but which can keep him alive for as long as an hour. If he can get more it would help in an emergency). Within the city, however, he has superpowers that have led him to be nicknamed “The God of Cities.” Additionally, Jack has no pulse (which has caused him some problems in the past), as his heart was replaced with a magnetic pump. He does not need to sleep or eat, but draws everything he needs from the city’s waste products, as it were. His eyes flicker red when his powers are active and the red glint is also visible in the back of his pupils if somebody looks real closely. If cut, he does not bleed blood, but rather a silver liquid that is part organic, part nanotech. He never wears shoes, allowing him to always be in contact with the city. His powers fall into four basic areas:

Physical enhancements: Because of his enhancements, Jack has some level of resistance to damage. His density is somewhat flexible, and is normally at a high level that makes him resistant to damage. He can take small arms fire, but will be damaged by, say, a grenade launcher. Also, as long as he is in the city, he heals at an accelerated pace. Flesh wounds will heal in a matter of minutes, broken bones in hours. Breaking his bones is also harder because of their density. However, he has no particular resistance to pain.

Communication: Jack’s ability to communicate with the city is essentially an attunement to a resonant field. He generally views cities as female, although there are exceptions. (Cities, to Jack, have distinct character and personality). Most of the time, this link is subconscious, but it allows him to sense everything that is happening in the city…most of which he, of course, tunes out. Generally, he only notices things that are important, although sneaking up on him is nearly impossible. A superhero fight going on on the other side of the city, though? He’ll notice, and he might well show up to help. He actually feels damage to the city he is in as physical pain, which is more intense if the damage is more severe or closer. His senses are slightly beyond human, with better than 20/20 vision, a sense of touch that can pick up on vibrations of moving objects, and a sense of smell that can determine what objects are made of. With concentration, he can go further. Things he has been known to do include literally “watching” events in a room he is in which, while generally not admissable evidence, is highly useful to an investigator. Generally, this is much easier with a reflective surface and he often has to touch something. Finally, Jack can always speak and understand the most commonly spoken language (or sometimes two or three) spoken in the city he is in…but only that city. For example, if he is in Tokyo, he can speak Japanese, but he “forgets” it if he goes to New York.

Transportation: Jack moves through cities as if he was part of them. This allows him to:
* Teleport from one part of the city to another, using a reflective surface.
* Teleport between cities that are on the same planet and plane of existence. This takes at least an hour, longer if the cities are smaller (meaning less energy). He emerges from a transit womb, a kind of concrete cocoon
* Phase into the ground or through walls. He can take his clothing and small items with him. If he phases other living beings, they experience significant pain, an experience he generally reserves for enemies who piss him off.
* He can stick to any surface, as long as his feet and hands are not covered.
* He can leap beyond normal ability, including from rooftop to rooftop across wide roads and the like. He always lands on his feet.

Command: Jack can command cities, much as a man orders a dog. This is his most dangerous power, and fortunately it comes with a limitation: He feels any damage that is done as a result. If he overuses his powers, he gets headaches and nosebleeds and can easily be incapacitated for a time. This means he is capable of:
* Repairing buildings, streets, etc, by touching them. It appears that his powers give the city itself the temporary ability to heal. Although he can technically reconstruct entire neighborhoods by this means, he generally only repairs damage rather than doing anything that would add to or alter it. He respects the city too much. This “healing” is not instant and can take anything from a few minutes for a cracked window to many hours for major damage.
* Drop buildings on people or cause the street to swallow them. As Jack tries to avoid killing, he only does this when pissed off or when he needs to slow down a superpowered foe, mecha, or whatever.
* Cause parts of the street to erupt, creating barriers to block his enemies or using the ground to throw them around.
* Command lamp posts, benches, and other street furniture, using them as animated constructs.

Jack cannot command objects that are not integral to the city, nor can he alter actual living beings, such as trees. Generally, he reserves high levels of power for situations in which they are truly warranted. If he can solve the problem by punching it…or even better talking to it…then he’s much happier.

Skills:
Parkour: Okay, so he cheats, but even if he didn’t have his powers, Jack would be an expert traceuse. He would never enter a competition, of course, but he enjoys nothing more than a good run through the city.
Investigation: Jack is a trained detective, familiar with both mundane means of investigation and using his powers and abilities. He has worked with the police before, and while he has no desire to become a cop (too many rules), he generally respects them and knows the protocols to work with them without pissing them off.
Combat: Jack is not a martial artist. However, he is a competent street level fighter. He generally fights in an acrobatic style, making much use of the environment and terrain against his foes, and seldom stands up and fights.
Construction and Architecture: Needless to say, Jack has a both instinctive and learned understanding of how cities and buildings work. He has a brilliant ability to analyze a building and knows exactly how to make it collapse…or quickly keep it from doing so if he does not have time, ensuring that civilians can evacuate. He also understands the jargon construction workers use and has been known to hang out with them just to talk buildings.

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==Background==
John Cooper Hawksmoor was born to an ordinary middle class family in Brooklyn, New York. Sadly, they were not a functional family. Essentially a latchkey kid to his career-minded parents, he was ignored by them. Nobody believed him about the aliens. Had they taken him to the doctor, they would have, but he seemed a healthy child and they were not people who thought…well. To be honest, it would have been too much work. He has long suspected they produced him only because having children was expected. His abductors put him through an agonizing transformation, slowly replacing almost all of his internal organs with alien technology, instilling him with nanotech that responded to the unique psychometric field of cities. He was designed as a symbiote of sorts, a walking interface that communicates with the “pattern” formed by cities. All of which they more or less left him to work out on his own. In his mid teens, he ran away from home (and his uncaring parents appear to have only felt relief) and began to explore the world. Able to teleport between cities, he traveled. Then he did the thing he was designed to do - defeating an evil time traveling city from the future. No, he hasn’t done anything like it since, and perhaps never will. (Giant Mecha Tokyo. It’s a thing. But not outside a plot, I *promise*).

Afterwards, he slipped away and tried to stay below the radar of his world’s superhero community, many of the members of which were unpleasant. He returned to New York, where he took courses in criminal justice and eventually gained his license as a private investigator. Then StormWatch, the world’s elite super force, came calling. Henry Bendix managed to convince him to join Jenny Sparks’ team, and the two became fast friends (and occasional lovers). However, he never fit in. Unable to live on Skywatch, their station, because of his unique needs, he was always a little bit on the outside. His disillusionment increased after he was forced to work with a psychopathic killer known as “Rose Tattoo,” a being so disturbed that she was locked up and chained in a closet between missions. He was forced to kill her to prevent her from crossing every line…which made him very keenly aware of what his lines were.

And Stormwatch is now in danger. Jack…finds himself in another place right, perhaps, when his world needs him the most. Or perhaps this is more about what he needs.
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Hinoken

2026-07-27T03:40:58Z

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|Alias=Hino "Mr. Match" Kenichi
|Occupation=Usual Chef
|Series=Mega Man Battle Network
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Reformed Villain
|Gender=Male
|Species=Human
|Short=A fiery red-haired man.
|Extra1=Hinoken is a former net terrorist who worked for the World 3 organization under the pseudonym of Mr. Match. After several failed attempts to restart the organization, he gave up on evil thanks to the kindness of Netto "Lan" Hikari and MegaMan.EXE. He is currently trying to find his place in the world.
|Age=Prime of his life!
|Birthdate=Unknown
|Height=6'2"
|Weight=Unknown
|Desc=Hino Kenichi, alias Mr. Match and Hinoken to those close to him, is a tall, lean Japanese man in his early thirties. He carries himself with pride and confidence, and a hint of arrogance. His long, fiery red hair falls in waves down to his shoulders, with two locks parted in front to frame either side of his square-jawed face, and a pointy red beard juts sharply out several inches from his chin. His physique is reasonably muscular, showing evidence of a physical lifestyle and perhaps a martial arts background. His clothing, while hardly the same each outing, typically consists of warm colors and black, often with a flame motif on some article of clothing.
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|Background=While Hinoken's history before joining the terrorist organization World 3 (WWW) is never elaborated upon, it is clear that he has held a passion for fire all his life, as it comes as naturally as breathing to him. He also appears to have a background in electrical engineering, given his knack for repairing electronic devices, as well as a background in programming due to his ability to create three distinct Net Navis (short for Internet Navigator, sentient or semi-sentient digital beings that traverse the internet and can hack into digital interfaces). If he does have a martial arts background, he does not appear to use those skills often, so it is likely that they have atrophied.

Regardless, given his repeated support of WWW and at least one attempt to restart the organization after its second defeat at the hands of Lan Hikari and MegaMan.EXE, it is quite obvious that Hinoken feels most at home with them, likely due to the opportunity to put his skills to use freely and with purpose. In WWW's first attempt to destroy net society, Hinoken caused numerous fires by hacking kitchen appliances and causing them to overheat, until he attempted the same at Lan Hikari's home. This was his first meeting with, and defeat by, Lan and MegaMan. At the time, he was using FireMan.EXE, whom he considered his finest work and something akin to a brother. Despite this setback, Hinoken was able to retrieve what he was looking for: An elemental super program needed for Lord Wily's (leader of WWW) plan to hack into the missile platforms of countries around the globe.

It's uncertain how Hinoken avoided arrest, or if he was incarcerated and released for good behavior, but during the Netmafia Gospel incident, he encountered Lan and MegaMan again at the local airport of Lan's hometown, where he convinced the two that he had changed his ways. After a few rematches for old time's sake, now with HeatMan.EXE (FireMan reborn), they parted ways.

Having built up trust with Lan and his family, Hinoken used it to get a job at Sci Lab, where Lan's father worked. To further cement his supposed trustworthiness, he used his third and final Navi, FlameMan.EXE, to help Lan and MegaMan defeat several low-level WWW operatives who were trying to infiltrate Sci Lab's systems (and were actually sent by Hinoken himself). He convinced Lan to install a series of malicious programs in the Sci Lab computer systems, which caused the entire building to heat up to near-fatal temperatures. After a harrowing venture into the depths of the Undernet (a dark and dangerous place on the internet, filled with thugs and monstrously strong viruses), Lan and MegaMan fought FlameMan and were defeated, but saved by Bass.EXE, who was secretly the target of WWW's most recent plot.

Though FlameMan was deleted and the fires on both the internet and at Sci Lab were quelled, Hinoken escaped with the information he needed. He and Anetta, another WWW operative, later used Full Synchro (100% synchronization with one's Navi, eliminates response time between sending orders and executing them, at the cost of feeling the Navi's pain) to try to halt Lan and MegaMan's advance into Lord Wily's fortress, Castle Wily, but were defeated despite their advantage.

Due to injuries sustained in this most recent battle, Hinoken and the other WWW operatives were hospitalized after being taken into Official (basically Interpol) custody. As before, it's unclear how, but Hinoken was released sometime after. Still unable to turn away from a life of crime, he gathered a couple of thugs and began running protection rackets around the Den City area. During this time, he fixed a hot dog cooker for a stand outside the Den Dome and befriended the vendor in charge of the stand, a young woman. Finding that he especially enjoyed her hot dogs (and her company), he began making frequent visits, unaware that his thugs were extorting her for protection money.

When the Den Battle Tournament was announced, Hinoken joined for the opportunity to revive WWW one last time, planning to spread terror by setting the stadium ablaze. When he discovered that he would be fighting Lan and MegaMan, it seemed like fate had smiled upon him. Meeting them before their match at the hot dog stand, Lan was immediately skeptical of Hinoken's intentions, but the vendor assured the boy that Hinoken had saved her business. He was further vindicated when his thugs came by to collect their money, and he drove them away, furious that they had been extorting her.

Later, just before the match started, Hinoken revealed to Lan that he was planning to destroy the Den Dome, but after realizing that the hot dog vendor was in the audience, he ordered his thugs to call off the operation. Believing their boss had gone soft, they instead betrayed him and announced over the PA system that they would be using concealed igniters to burn the place down, and would give one person the chance to find and deactivate the igniters and save everyone. Fearing that the thugs would go through with it anyway if he tried anything himself, Hinoken told Lan and MegaMan what to look for and entrusted them with his- and the vendor's- life.

After the Den Dome and its audience were saved, they finally had their match, FireMan against MegaMan, and Hinoken and FireMan were defeated once again. However, instead of being taken into police custody, Hinoken was surprised to find that Lan was vouching for his innocence. He was so deeply touched by Lan's kindness that their souls resonated in that moment, allowing MegaMan to call on FireMan's power with his Double Soul ability.

Later, during the Hawk tournament, Hinoken visited the tournament grounds again, but this time as a spectator. He was investigating Atsuki Homura and BurnerMan.EXE, whom he believed didn't possess a hot enough 'burning spirit' to properly wield the power of fire. Lan and MegaMan, as it so happens, were Atsuki and BurnerMan's opponents in the tournament, and they ran into Hinoken and Atsuki as the two fiery Operators began quarreling, finally deciding to settle who had the hotter spirit with a Netbattle (a duel between Navis). The duel between FireMan and BurnerMan blazed across the internet, leaving a roaring inferno in their wake, while MegaMan and Lan struggled to put out the flames.

Finally, they were able to break up the battle by pointing out that they'd defeated Hinoken and FireMan before, which embarrassed the two as Atsuki began mocking them. Later, during the match between MegaMan and BurnerMan, Hinoken watched from the spectator stands, cheering Lan and MegaMan on by asserting that they'd better not make him look bad by losing. They of course won, and Hinoken probably had a smug grin when Atsuki's attempt to burn down the stadium ended with catching himself on fire.

Afterwards, Hinoken was one of the many people who cheered Lan and MegaMan on as they saved Earth from Duo.EXE, an intergalactic peacekeeper intent on destroying the planet. Such a large resonance between souls was what gave them the power needed to turn Duo's asteroid away from Earth, saving it from a deadly collision. After this, it can be assumed that Hinoken took time to rethink his life, which may be why he was absent during the Nebula crisis. Or, it could also have something to do with him getting transported to Twisted.
|Skills=Hinoken's main skill lies in his understanding of fire. From a young age, the formless freedom of a flame has captivated him, and he has dedicated his entire life to mastering all there is to know about heat and fire. He understands it on even more than an academic level, as his passion for fire burns down to his very soul, sharing a spiritual connection to the element like no other.

Other skills that Hinoken has picked up over the years involve electrical engineering and computer programming, showing excellent knowledge and ability in both fields. He is able to repair and maintain many household appliances and other electronic devices, and he has shown the ability to create not one, but three separate Net Navis with distinct abilities and personalities, a feat outmatched only by Mr. Famous. Naturally, he is also quite the hacker, with or without his Navis. To date, Hinoken has used these skills for the sake of terrorism, seeking to burn down a system he saw as weak and useless to let a new society rise from the ashes, led by WWW. But, thanks to Lan and MegaMan, he has begun looking for other, more constructive uses of his abilities.

Because of the years he spent in the criminal underworld, Hinoken also has an intimate understanding of the inner workings and functions of criminal organizations and the way they think. He knows the ins and outs of dealing with the black market, where and how terrorists are likely to strike, and he can pass convincingly as one himself, despite walking the straight and narrow now. Needless to say, this can be quite the boon in law enforcement investigations.

As for his Navis, the only one he currently has is FireMan. A tall red Navi with a head shaped like a smokestack, FireMan has two 'Fire Arm' cannons in place of hands, which true to their name launch flames hot enough to melt steel. When he fires them at the ground, he can cause bursts of flame to erupt from beneath his enemies, or in simple patterns around an area as needed (Fire Tower). He can also launch bombs from his head, which detonate on impact and scatter a substance that catches fire immediately and burns for several seconds after. He can also surround himself in a fiery aura to deter close range attacks.

When desperate, FireMan can overload his own internal fires to surround himself in a column of flame, which can cause severe damage to even heavily armored opponents if they stand too close to him. Despite his impressive offensive capabilities, FireMan is not especially tough, relying on his flames to keep his enemies pinned down. If his opponent can get past them, however, he can be taken down with a few strong blows. Flame- and heat-resistant material is effective in mitigating the damage he causes, and he is particularly vulnerable to water-based attacks.

All of Hinoken's Navis reside in his PET (PErsonal Terminal), a handheld device that acts as a combination mobile phone, portable computer, and a way to 'jack in' to electronic devices that have computerized systems, whether to fix or cause problems. However, HeatMan and FlameMan do not currently exist except as 'ghost data' within FireMan's programming. They can be awakened later, but only FireMan is currently present. Hinoken can also send and receive e-mails with his PET, and in battle, he can insert up to five Battle Chips (weapon data) into a slot in the PET for his Navis to use.

While he does not usually need to use Battle Chips, Hinoken does sometimes like to give his Navis fire-based ones such as Fire Sword (a fire-elemental sword which extends from the forearm) or Heat Shot (a fast fireball projectile that causes a small area-of-effect explosion on impact). Other basic Battle Chips can include Barrier (projects an energy barrier that can block a single attack) and Recovery (heals minor to moderate amounts of damage). However, only five can be loaded at a time, all Battle Chips can only be used once per battle, and they can only be used in tandem if they are of a similar type. Fire Sword, thus, cannot be used with Recovery or Barrier, and FireMan must deactivate one before using the others. Additionally, without a readily available internet connection between himself and his Navis, Hinoken can only load his chosen Battle Chips /before/ summoning his Navis into the physical world.

Also, because of the strange dimensional effects of Twisted, Hinoken is able to manifest FireMan in the real world for combat purposes. FireMan is still able to use all of his abilities as normal, including Battle Chips, Full Synchro, Double Soul, and Cross Fusion. The latter three are explained below:

Full Synchro, as the name suggests, is a state of complete, 100% synchronization between Operator and Navi, completely eliminating reaction time between orders and execution. In this state, Hinoken and his Navis are effectively one will as they act in perfect unison with one another, and in fact grants a significant boost to their parameters, but at the cost of Hinoken suffering all the pain that his Navis do when they are hit. This makes it a risky thing to use, as Hinoken can be knocked unconscious from wounds that his Navis suffer, leaving him in danger.

Double Soul is a strange and still not fully understood ability that some Navis and Operators have, particularly those who have fully embraced what is in their hearts. When they form a strong bond with someone, their soul can resonate with that person's, allowing both parties to call upon the other's power for a short time. Their appearance and abilities will change temporarily to resemble each other's, while also exchanging physical weaknesses and vulnerabilities. They need not necessarily perform this 'Soul Unison' simultaneously; for instance, FireMan does not need to use it when MegaMan does, nor vice versa. However, again, the effects are temporary, only lasting about thirty seconds before they wear off, but the change in abilities and tactics can turn the tide in a tough battle.

Finally, Cross Fusion is an ability that can only be used in areas of strong dimensional crossover, such as Twisted. When Operator and Navi share a strong, harmonious bond, they can physically merge in the real world, giving the Operator all of their Navi's powers and a protective suit that resembles their Navi, while the Navi resides in the emblem on the Operator's chest. This allows the Operator to fight directly while the Navi provides assistance, as they physically exist as one but possess two consciousnesses. The Operator can freely use Battle Chips at will in such a state, but a direct hit to their emblem risks deletion of their Navi, which will cancel the Cross Fusion immediately and leave the Operator defenseless. Also, if the Operator and Navi are not in harmony with each other, the Cross Fusion can be broken or fail entirely to begin with.
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Hekit

2026-07-27T03:40:41Z

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|Pronunciation=(HEK-it)
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|Occupation=Assistant to [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]]
|Series=Original
|Threat=Civilian
|Alignment=Neutral Evil
|Gender=Female
|Species=Nephilim/Fiend
|Short=A young lady who tends to dress in all black with little upside down cross accents. Despite her fiery red hair she somehow manages to blend into any crowd and can rarely be noticed unless she wants to be.
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|Age=Appears 16
|Birthdate=January 1st
|Height=5'4" (163cm)
|Weight=120 lbs (55kg)
|Desc=A fire-haired girl wearing all black, her face caked with white makeup highlighted by black lipstick and black eyeliner. There are inverted crosses hanging from her ears, another on a necklace, and one of the sides of her knee-length boots. Even the painted black nails on her fingers have little crosses which look inverted when she flips people off. Hekit isn't a very nice person, and a smell of brimstone seems to faintly follow her wherever she goes. Perhaps that's why she smokes heavily to try and hide the smell. Despite a grin that suggests she could rip the head off an animal in a single chomp, Hekit can somehow vanish into almost any crowd. But don't worry, she'll find you in your nightmares...
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' 
The half-demon Hekit's lack of care for the living is a major source of conflict for her, especially as [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]] likes to use her to keep tabs on Twisted for him. It's the primary reason she comes off as angry and snarky to pretty much everyone. She's really not, and it offends her when she's called on it to the point of not only dropping her guard but sometimes losing all motivation to continue whatever task she's trying to accomplish.

Her makeup choices aren't purely cosmetic and she typically has white powder caked on to disguise her naturally bright red skin. This means every time she has to draw her unholy weapon or use any form of demonic ability, she has to stop and re-apply everything. Whether or not this affects her ability to vanish into obscurity is not currently known.

Being dammed and being guilty of the sin of pride, Hekit can't help but answer questions truthfully when she's asked. It causes her obvious discomfort not to respond. Her employer might enjoy giving out information but she, however, does not. It's possible this was a direct punishment for something she did, but that information hasn't been revealed just yet.
|Background=Hekit is a [[:Category:Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt|Panty and Stocking]]-style demon who works as [[Senor Diablo|Diablo's]] assistant. She has little regard for the living and is the type to drop bricks into oncoming traffic just to watch the chaos. In fact, she usually has a brick in her purse at most times just for this purpose. Unlike the demons of her home universe, this one enjoys breaking the rules as much as following them. Her innate ability is to transform her bra into a gold etched black bow which fires unholy energy as projectiles. Beneath her makeup she actually has red skin to match her bright red hair and a pointed devil tail exactly like the one you probably saw in your mind when you read that. When she's extremely mad her hair actually begins to burn as living flames. This rarely happens as she rarely stops smiling.
|Skills=In addition to being able to fire unholy magic arrows from her bow with terrifying accuracy, Hekit can act as a temporary body for [[Senor Diablo|Señor Diablo]] since signing a contract with the Devil. This allows him to get into places he has no business being in, assuming it's possible for Hekit to get inside them herself of course. Her aforementioned ability to blend into a crowd is actually quite literal. She can cast a type of darkness around her that makes her vanish from the sight of those who aren't attuned to it. Typically she uses this to steal when she can. After all, she's a demon. Why should she use money?
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