Chαοs Thεorγ [PG-16] [Started/Accepting]

[Enrise]

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Chezar's Forces:

It is the City of Hyan; the city where the infamous event, Saiyon's Takedown, was now ruled by the same general of the now dead King Saiyon, Chezar, the king who tried to take the power of the Metatron's Cube, an impossible task that was made clear to even him. Since then, he took over the forces of darkness and took advantage of the imbalance of nature, and ruled to how far his kingdom stretched.

Now in the throne room, Chezar sits in his throne at the top of a case of stairs, leading down to the carpet where on each side, each of his devoted followers from the coup sat, where they held meetings every so often, and today, they were discussing about the recruits that recently signed up.

"Lord Chezar, I have two files on hand at the moment; two able-bodied new wishes to join our ranks." General Juoin started.

"Oh, you must mean the those two, what were their names again?" Aslan exclaimed.
"Something something Monti and something Loyyd I think." replied Gert.
"Can't take the time to even remember names anymore Gert? That's so typical of you." Ulith laughed aimlessly.

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone grew intensely silent by Chezar's command.

"General Juoin, please continue. These recruits, do they seem well enough in your eyes?"
"Yes, they seem fit to my eyes and knowledge."
"Very well. Are they within reach?"
"Actually, I have the guards outside keep a hold on them till I sent them in. Guards! Send them in!"

*Chezar's forces start here*


Cube:

Hrang. Not just a village. It was headquarters. Headquarters for those who seek right. Those who seek repairments. Those who seek the fall of Chezar. It was here that those who sided with the Cube, and hated the fall of King Saiyon, and the rise of Chezar.

However, despite that, they didn't have much organization, but they had determination; or rather, some of them did. Some only joined for self-desire, some did it for the restoration of the Cube.

Lys, one of the rebels who sided for the restoration of the Cube, only waited patiently in his house, and after several hours of waiting, he decided that he should do something. Gather recruiters, spread the word, whatever. He couldn't just sit around doing nothing. He decided that he should spread flyers around, which told all those who were interested to go to his house, noticably in the middle of the village, to devise a plan to take down Chezar and his forces.

After posting these flyers everywhere, he returned home, and hopefully he could expect some visitors.


*Siders of the cube, this is where you start, like you're walking down the street, see flyer, go to house. I expect more than that though. :/*


Gogogogo.

[Otaku-sama]

Hroki downed the last of his mead straight from the bottle, slamming the bottle down onto the table while releasing a satisfied burp. His fellow swords-for-hire watched in awe as he pushed the bottle into a pile of about twenty other bottles and took a bite out of a big chop of venison. Within mere moments, the chop was reduced to a bone and was tossed into a pile of similar bones. Hroki slumped slightly in his chair and patted his stomach in a self-satisfied way.
"By the gods brother, you just ate enough food to feed an army!" one of the mercenaries pointed out. Hroki looked at him and sat up straight again before replying.
"I'm always hungry after a good fight! Just killed a group of bandits hiding away at Greenspring Hollow by myself! There should be no surprise about my hunger!" Hroki said with great enthusiasm, half genuine and half alcohol fueled. He got out of his chair and slowly made his way to the centre of the tavern while continuing to boast.
"There were at least fifteen of them, all of them having weapons coming out of every hole, including their chief. They thought they would be able to take down the great Hroki Windfall if they all rushed at once. Ohohoho...They were wrong alright! As soon as they got close, I cut five of their heads off in a single swing, then cut another five pair of legs off on the backswing! That really scared them straight! They ran off like little cowards, but the chief stood to fight. He hid behind a puny shield like the milk-drinker he was, swinging at me with his little butter knife. The thing barely cut my skin! The fight was short, but in the end, I swung my axe down on his shield so hard, I cut right through it and cut off his arm! Oh how the coward cried like a newborn! I turned to leave him to die, but still tried to fight me, so I cut him in half!"
Hroki laughed a hearty laugh after he finished his tale, with most of the tavern goers clapping or making sounds of approval. However, a voice broke through the din.
"Ha! All you can do drink our mead liar!" the voice said, silencing the crowd. A man wearing heavy plate armour came forth as if to present challenge. Hroki turned to the armoured warrior and looked down at him.
"What? A milk-drinker like you calling me a liar?! I could crush you and your little suit of armour like a cockroach under my boot!" Hroki shouted back, his fury being goaded further by the alcohol, "I could take on anything in my way, any time, any place!"
The armoured warrior stepped back, producing a flyer from a pack behind him.
"Then put your money where you mouth is, braggart!" he said, pushing the flyer into Hroki's face. Hroki snatched the paper from the warrior's hands then read it quickly. He didn't read it completely, something about fighting evil forces. Not one to back down from challenges, Hroki burst from the tavern, muttering something about how he would crush the warrior once he was done proving himself.

Finding the meeting place on the flyer, he crushed it in his hands and threw it aside. He walked in, opening the door with more force than necessary.
"Who do I have to talk to here to get to the fight?!"

[TotalObelisk]

Charlotte stood calmly outside the throne room, her arms folded and her eyes fixed coldly on the door. The only other company was another man, looking very out of place with dark purple skin, and a pair of guards. Charlotte wasn’t keen on striking up a conversation with any of the room’s occupants; she simply wanted this over as soon as possible.

There were a few thoughts going through her head at the moment though, most of them relating to the catastrophe that the man in the throne room supposedly caused. The event had left Charlotte crippled and according to the doctors that took care of her she shouldn't even be walking at the moment. Charlotte hadn’t questioned this until now, merely assuming she was simply lucky, but while she’d been waiting she couldn’t help thinking it over in her head, wondering if the Chαοs Thεorγ has anything to do with her miraculous recovery. Needless to say, she’d find out soon enough with any luck.

She didn’t have to wait much longer as the command came from inside for the guards to show the pair of them in and the doors opened. Charlotte stepped forward without a moment’s hesitation, looking around at the room before her and its occupants, her eyes eventually falling on Chezar himself. She resisted the temptation to charge at the man right now, only an idiot would cause such a scene in a room full of guards and generals. It would be far smarted to get Chezar to trust her first, however long it took, only then would she take her revenge.

[Thar]

As humiliating as it was to be escorted into Chezar's property by some good-for-nothing guards, Ghar took the liberty of remaining silent to his utmost decency. Despite his life-gained honor and respect, he had the sudden urge to troll with the guards just to provide himself with some entertainment. Out of boredom, occasionally we would curiously stroke his fingers along the brim of the guard's armor, getting a feel for what will be on him if he were to be assigned a post as one of them; which to him would be the equivalent of picking up horse bowels in the castle courtyards. He was looking for a position to cause chaos, not stand in one area all day and do nothing but watch the decaying world. What was the point? The landscape was no longer beautiful. If it was, it would be more worth it. But since the world has been deprived of its natural beauty, who knows what meditation the guards need to go through to ease their minds of the torturous images in their heads?

It has been some time since Ghar has set foot in a castle. Last he tried, he was escorted out at edge of sword just passed the gate, then pushed into the moat like a slave. It would seem that they suspected a trap from a guy like me with what every kingdom has gone through as far as trusting people, including the land's most honored knight. For someone who has served nearly every king in the land and gained their trust, the title of outcast given in less than one day was a drastic turning point for Ghar and his pure soul (at least it used to be pure.) Nonetheless, as Ghar was finally unhanded by the guard, he made a grin with glowing red eyes glaring into the enormous presence of the dark lord Chezar, speaking as if to make a first impression:

"...So you're the dark lord? I must say, I am quite honored. My name is Ghar Zon Monti, though you can just refer to me as Ghar."

Ghar's eyes shifted to where some of the king's servants stood, obviously flustered according to their emotionless expressions. He raised his brow at them in greeting, hoping they'd have learned his name by now.

[Enrise]

General T'illwer glared at Monti's remark, and stretched a smirk on his face, while the other ranks seem to have a smug look on their faces.
"[i]Such a character! He would most certainly be fit for a jester in my opinion. However, Lord Chezar has other plans I can only predict.[/i]"
Lieutenants Gert and Aslan both lowered their heads and gave a small chuckle. The Captains all gave a mocking glance at one other, each thinking the same thing.

Chezar gave only the look of, well he looks like he's asleep. Perhaps he is unimpressed with the current recruits? Or is there something else on his mind.

General Juion however, "I suggest you keep your mouth closed when in the presence of Lord Chezar unless spoken to. I do-"

"General Juion, do relax. He's only paying respects as you should know by now." Chezar interupted, and stood from his throne, and walked down the steps to the two new recruits.

"Let's see here.... It seems you have come into contact with one of my minions, yes? I remember one my Captains giving me a report on the matter. I can tell from your skin. It's not a relatively uncommon occurance. Quite a few people have chosen such a fate."

Chezar looked over to Charlotte, and "Hmmm...."

"Darkskin. You will be under Lieutenant Aslan's command. Lieutenant Gert, you will take command over the girl. Understood?"

Both the Lieutenants gave an answer of agreement.

----

Lys, startled by the sudden appearance of Hroki, turned to face him, and stood straight, and gave a direction response.
"Since you've arrived, I assume you're here to talk about a plan to take down the bastard Chezar, am I correct?"

Lys didn't know much about the person, or his desries, or even his reasons for siding with the Cube. But, since he is here, Lys only assumed that the hulking warrior was another member for the Cube.

He walked to the kitchen, opened a cupboard, and projected his voice, "If you want something to drink, all I have is mead." He returned from the kitchen, sat in a nearby chair with a coffee table in front of them both, and set the bottles down, also offering a chair to Hroki as a gesture of welcome, and slid Hroki's bottle over to him.

[Otaku-sama]

Hroki gladly accepted the bottle of mead and removed the cork with gusto. Taking a seat, he took a swig from the bottle before making a reply to the man.
"Take down the Empire? I guess I really didn't read that flyer. I mostly came here because some milk-drinker at the tavern called me a liar and challenged me to come here," Hroki said bluntly before drinking more mead. Hroki looked at the man. In his eyes, he couldn't see a fighter in him, unlike himself. His general air he gave off was more like a diplomat or politician rather than a revolutionary. Hroki was not impressed and want to make sure the man knew.
"You don't look like a warrior. How do you intend to take down the Empire? I can fight many men, but I can't handle the entire Empire again!"

[Enrise]

Relieved to not experience that feeling any longer, and pitted against Hroki's question, he pondered for a few seconds on what to say. He found his answer that would hopefully please Hroki.
"Although I may not seem threatening at first glance, I can be more threatening to most by what I can emit. However, I'd much rather settle things through peace than violence. Unless-"
Taking his bottle, Lys quickly took a chug out of it, and put it down, and continued, "-Unless it's Chezar and his underlings. They can be taken to the gates of hell and beyond. And I would even put them there myself; if I could..."
He took another chug, and finished it off, placing the bottle down on the table, and reclined backwards into his chair, sighing, "Why did Chezar have to be a power-hungry son of a b*tch?"

Leaning back forward, he looked at Hroki, and posed a few, important, questions to Hroki.
"So, what's your reason for coming here, to this village? Why have you not sided with Chezar?"
"..... What's your reason for fighting?"

[TotalObelisk]

Charlotte shot a glance at the dark skinned man as he introduced himself causing most of the room's occupants to smirk in response, with the exception of Chezar himself who looked almost bored by the proceedings. He at least took the liberty of standing up from his throne and walking over to the pair of them. Charlotte kept her gaze fixed on him as he approached, barely blinking at the examined them. He seemed to take a while for it, speaking briefly to the Darkskin before moving to Charlotte herself, giving the briefest of glances before assigning the pair of them off to two of the Lieutenants. Charlotte's gaze flicked over to the Lieutentant she was assigned to work under.

[i]The sooner I start, the better,[/i] she thought to herself.

[Thar]

Taking another glance at Aslan, his new commander, Ghar silently grunted. Commanding Ghar? It's like taming a wild rhino; nearly impossible to break. Ghar was in this to be an asset, not a pawn. Causing chaos was going to be his specialty, but he found it quite hard to impress the dark lord by merely following orders of a lieutenant. It was humiliating, but someday he might find a promotional opportunity. Nonetheless, Ghar knew that you had to start somewhere and if you are able to struggle through it, it makes you worthy.

Walking over to Aslan, he brushed his long, blood-red bangs to the side, allowing his eyes to radiate his dark face, "A great way to start a new life on the dark side; as a pawn. Who would have guessed that I would be demoted so drastically for some minor transformation?" He crossed his arms, avoiding eye contact, "Nothing can be more humiliating."

Seeing as Chezar might hear his dire words, Ghar lowered his volume while awkwardly waiting for Aslam's "orders" - Ghar cringed at the word, for the only orders he was used to receiving were from kings, so for him, orders form none other than the king of darkness would better suit him.

[Enrise]

Lieutentant Gert looked over to his new recruit, and gave her a cheery smile and wave, saying, "Ello, glad you're here with us, a brilliant and unexpected way to meet, yes?" As his smile continued, he looked over to Aslan, and said, "Aren't you gonna greet your new recruit Aslan?"

Aslan glared at Gert intently, and muttered, "I will when your carefree attitude ceases."

Gert looked to Aslan and back to the girl, and stood there like he was a dumb child. "I have no assignments for you, so you can hang around the palace. Oh yeah, if I may ask, what's your name?"

Lieutentant Aslan got up from his chair, and walked over Monti, and examined him on the spot. "Yeah, I guess you'll do. I've already got an assignment for you. I hope you don't screw it up." he prayed.



A few of the other ranks were chatting to themselves about the recruits.
"Lord Chezar, is the meeting over?" General T'illwer asked impatiently.

"Yes, yes. Meetings over. All of you are dismissed. Now, leave me. I must attend to othe rmatters."
Chezar's commands echoed in the room as he stood from his throne.

[TotalObelisk]

Charlotte looked over as Lieutentant Gert gave her an enthusiastic greeting, however she did not return it and kept her expression as stone cold as before, barely even acknowledging his greeting. She heaved a small sigh as his conversation carried over to the other Lieutenant asigned with the dark skinned recruit, wondering just why someone with such a cheery personality would be a Leiutenant for someone like Chezar.

It didn't take long for Gert to turn his attention back to Charlotte. She was admitedly dissapointed when he mentioned he had nothing for her at the moment but she refrained from saying anything until he asked her to introduce herself.

[b]"Charlotte Loyyd,"[/b] she said, barely even making eye contact with him.

Chezar announced soon after that the meeting was over and dismissed them all, leading to each of the room's occupants beginning to file outside. Charlotte glanced over at her Lieutentant, still wishing to get started as soon as she could.

[b]"Is there a training room in the palace?"[/b] She asked, her tone staying as flat as ever.

[Enrise]

"Training room? ...Training room... Why actually, yes, we do have one. I suppose you can follow me, it's on the way to the guard barracks I oversee. Come along." Gert stared into space while mentioning it. Snapping out of it, he quickly glanced back to Charlotte, and gave that same creepy, happy smile. He beckoned her with a finger motion, and started walking.

"Y'know, I didn't expect any recruits. Since we're such in a high state, I thought that whoever wanted to be with us was already with and, and so on so on." he blabbered on. "It's been a long while since we even used the training room. Well, by we, I mean of course the high ranks. The minions may use it, if they're not too stupid enough per se, ahahahaha!"

"That being said, I'd like to know some things. First off-"
He stopped, then turning around, turning the expression of his from happy and cheery to intimidating and serious; he continued, "Why did you decide to join us?"

[Thar]

Ghar settled at Aslen's remark. His character was still a bit torn from his own exile, showing a beast that hatched from his used-to-be pure soul. With subtle words recovering his inner madness, Ghar attended to his new obedience, "I suppose I should start to learn that my status is no longer to my befriended kings of the good side, but to my darkest lord of which I am newly acquainted. I apologize."

Ghar felt uncomfortable apologizing to a lieutenant, especially for his own actions. Many men and women came to him and told their story, and all he could do was apologize sincerely and offer advice. However, his role of the good guy was gone. The cube had already transformed him completely, and he had no choice but to succumb to what he felt was rebellious to what turned on him.

"...well?" he recited, turning his head to make eye contact with Aslan, whom examined him, "what is it that you want me to do? I promise, I will not disappoint you." Ghar's eyes closed half way, his teeth barely showing in a miraculous grin.

[Enrise]

Stading outside of the throne room, Aslan spat at the ground, and looked up at Monti.
"I trust you won't." he muttered under his breath.

He took out file from his jacket, and gave it to him. "You will be travelling to the Northwest, to an ancient city by the name of Hayangoul, that has remained free from the imbalance that is now in effect. Since it is protected by a strong magical barrier of unknown origin, the Chαοs Thεorγ somehow cannot reach it. All I want you to do is to investigate, and find out why Chαοs Thεorγ has not reach it. When you find out what protects them, you have either two choices. One, you can disable the protective force. If this is not possible, then you are left with choice two, return here with the knowledge you have obtained. It will take a day or two to get there, but if you take a carriage, you should arrive in a few hours. Dismissed."

With that, Lieutenant Aslan turned, and left Monti in the wind.

[TotalObelisk]

Charlotte followed the Liuetenant as he led the way to the training room, explaining (rather narcistically Charlotte noted) that the higher ranked soldiers barely used it any more.

[i]All the better,[/i] Charlotte thought.

She was taken a little off guard, however, when Gert suddenly stopped and dropped his cheery persona, asking Charlotte in a very serious tone why she joined Chezar's forces in the first place. Charlotte's poker face remained intact as she contemplated her answer, matching Gert's gaze and hardly blinking at all.

[b]"I want to grow stronger,"[/b] she answered after a while [b]"Back home I was always the strongest out of anyone, but after that disasted hit and I was nearly crippled I realized I wasn't strong enough."[/b] Lies where always more convincing when they had sprinkles of the truth in them [b]"So that's why I decided to join, serving under powerful people like Chezar and his generals seems like the best option."[/b] Flattery never hurt either [b]"Does that satisfy your curiosity, Sir?"[/b]

[Enrise]

Gert stood silent for a good three minutes, and finally, he returned to his original attitude, and happily said, "Sure. Now, if you'll continue to follow me, it's just down the hall."
Continuing towards the training room, and finally arriving, he turned to face Charlotte, with the door only right next to them. "You'll find it a bit... empty. And that's the beauty of it. The room is able to detect your current power levels, and create a scenario that is fit to train under. It can also be used manually, if you want to try some more extreme training measurements. And finally, if you need me, I'm two doors down the hall, where I'm supposed to be filing reports instead of making paper airplanes out of them. Ta-ta Charlotte."

He turned around, and while walking away, he gave an extended arm-wave goodbye.

[Otaku-sama]

Hroki eyed the man suspiciously. Hroki fought many men who looked like him, but none gave him anything but a little scratch.
"Why I came here? I served in the army before. I fought like a beast, all of the Empire's enemies feared me! Men sang of my battles in the mead halls! I had all the food to eat and enough mead to drown a horse! Then, that bastard Chezar decided that I was a criminal and put a bounty on my head. One hundred thousand gold pieces plus a thousand for every cut and wound on my body. The bounty still stands today. Before you get any ideas, my axe has bathed in the blood of many who tried to kill me. Chezar wanted me dead, now I want him dead."
Hroki ended his tirade with another mouthful of mead.

[Enrise]

"[i]Before I get any ideas?[/i]" he thought.
"Ideas? Please, you're against Chezar, and so am I. If were to even think of such ideas, I would be labeled as a hypocrite on the spot. I want nothing more than Chezar to face ultimate justice. From ridiculous bounties to causing the Chaos Theory; and all charges in between that he has committed."
Feeling an intense energy around him, Lys thought it would be better to lighten the mood, in what ever way possible.
"By the way, I don't believe I've caught your name; and if possible, would you, ferocious warrior with many honors, be willing to aid me in my quest to bring down Chezar?"
He hoped that this man would accept Lys's invitation to battle against Chezar. It is true that they both had a common enemy, but do they both share the same path?
Lys brought his hand forward towards Hroki, hoping for the acceptance of the proposal.

[Thar]

Ghar took a minute to gather Aslan's words before he could put them into effect. An ancient city? Magical barrier? Intrigued, he took the liberty of moving on with the mission just to get out of the castle and not run into any distractions. It was strange how he was given a mission to either bring back knowledge of a magical barrier or dismantle it. [i]Or[/i], Ghar laughed at the conjunction. [i]What better choice would exist aside from dismantling said barrier and inflicting more chaos?[/i] As the dark-skinned mercenary took a few deep breaths to prepare himself for the journey, he found the nearest carriage and sat inside it, closing his eyes in rest so he felt refreshed upon arrival to avoid any spontaneous drifting.

Upon arrival, Ghar opened his eyes when a sharp bump shook the carriage. He knew he was darn close by this time, and he poked his head out to see the city marveling in historic stature. Taking another deep breath in through his nostrils, he set foot on the ground before the barrier, walking into the city and taking his mission into effect. He eyed the guards and sneered at them while they stood erect watching straight ahead. [i]What stiffs[/i], he thought, [i]what kind of guards don't use the energy to at least walk around and look for suspicious behavior? Lazy punks.[/i] Ghar knew that his weird skin color would strike curiosity, but he took this opportunity to sneak past and look for the source of the barrier, avoiding any distractions that lie in his path.

[Enrise]

"Heh, look at that man. What's with him?" One guard laughed to the other, and both of them began laughing as well. They looked behind them at the dark man, and continue their chuckling.
"Haha, ha, there's no way he's gonna do anything without being caught." One of the guards commented.
"Why's that?"
"Because," he leaned closer, "we have guards positioned nearly everywhere. Towers, streets, everything. We stay here, and make sure that no enemies come in or out. We're the first defense, and the last defense. So, you could relax."
The other guard, looking back, continued his chuckling.

Throughout the city, guards and citizens would notice the alien man walking into their city, and they would either make in the laughing stock, or grow suspicious and fear him.

A few guards at the top of the walls noticed him, and signaled each other to keep an eye out for the man, and make sure no suspicious activity is conducted.

[Thar]

Noticing a hint of humor adding to the crowd's behavior, he knew in an instant it was towards him. Given the circumstances, Ghar's appearance was the least of his problems. He knew no one that civilized the city could face him if they tried, even with the help of the guards. However, he tried his best to carry out the mission without stirring up any trouble. He was itching to wreck havoc just to make this mission more interesting, but his common sense was the only thing holding him back. As treacherous as the human race was to him since the transformation, rage would be his number one weakness as an asset to the dark lord. But lord knew that deep down he wanted to blow the city into nothing but sand and make it appear even more ancient as it already was.

Turning his head to check the sun, he noticed the guards have grown more excited since his arrival, which lit a fire in Ghar's fancy. [i]Perfect[/i], he thought, [i]this should make things interesting. Let's see how long I can avoid being caught before I tear this city to the ground building by building. Hell, I don't need no magical barrier to dismantle. I can just destroy it from the inside out.[/i]Then Ghar noticed his weakness, and quickly retaliated at his thoughts, [i]Oh, right, of course. My eyes aren't quite as powerful to destroy entire structures. But man, if only...[/i]

He continued his search for the source, multitasking by constantly looking around for a good starting point. Right now, he was just a visitor touring the place, but once he runs into trouble, he's an outlaw.

[TotalObelisk]

Charlotte watched the Lieutenant leave, eying him almost suspicously until he was out of sight before walking into the room which was, as expected, empty. She spent a few minutes looking around to familiarize herself with the area, there wasn't much to it at the moment however Lieutentant Gert had mentioned something about it conforming to a person's level of power.

She stood stock still for a moment, waiting for something to happen. She began to contemplate Gert's words as she waited, wondering what had promted his sudden shift in tone before asking what her reasons for joining where, did he suspect what she was up to? That was impossible, Charlotte had mentioned her intentions to nobody and, as far as she was concerned, had acted the whole time as a person who was loyal to Chezar. She would have to try and find out, if possible, if Gert did suspect her of anything, how to go about it though was another matter entirely, Charlotte might have a solid poker face but she had a terrible lack of subtltey, so drawing it out in casual conversation was unlikely to succeed.

[Enrise]

When Charlotte stood still for a time being (I assume she did), a voice came from within the room, in a monotone voice, "Detecting power levels. User: One; Please select one of the options: Automatic Level Choice or Manual Level Choice..." After that, a screen appeared infront of Charlotte, and had the two options; Auto or Manual. The power levels ranged from One to Ten, One being the lowest.
After the screen appeared, the voice remarked, "Your current power level is Level Three. If you wish to change your power level training, please select Manual. If you are satisfied with your current training level, please select Automatic. After you have selected your choice, please make sure you are prepared and then shout Go."

--

All guards on alert, all citizens in the city were cautious. It has been ages since they last had a visitor, and the last time that happened, a drastic event happened, that was left to remain covered. Because of that, each of them have raised the bar on security and catagorizing visitors. Guards were tripled at the palace, and guards roamed the streets everyday of their lives. They only waited to defend their city.

[TotalObelisk]

Charlotte was taken aback when a voice suddenly started. She looked around briefly, wondering if there was anybody else in the room but it was entirely empty. After managing to calm down she began to register what it was saying. Once she was done disciphering what it said a screen of some sort appeared in front of her with a pair of options for it, Charlotte raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to do.

The voice continued its explanation, identifying her power level as being at level 3, with a maximum of 10. Charlotte almost felt slightly insulted by this, not the least of which for being labelled by some disembodied voice that didn't seem to be coming from a human being. She took a moment to consider her options, having no idea what each level of training involved. She eventually came to a decision, choosing the 'manual' option and setting the difficulty up to 4. As far as she was concerned training against an opponent of equal strength was futile and only fight fighting someone stronger would allow you to grow stronger, Charlotte had been fighting people her age with no kind of abilities or weapons her entire life so by that logic a level of 3 seemed pretty understandable to her.

[b]"Fine then, let's get on with this,"[/b] she said, pausing for a moment before remembering the instructions given [b]"Damnit, GO!"[/b]

[Enrise]

At a sheer instant, the room became darkness all around the Charlotte. No trace of light was given, and within a few seconds, the darkness began to diminish, and appeared was a jungle simulation; the sounds and sights, and even the flow of energy that jungles share, was all enacted into this room. The humidity was staggering, and the sounds the projected animals made, life-like. The scenario seemed to be almost a real jungle; damp, humid, various animals, it all seemed so life like. And so were the dangers it possessed.

Within the distance a loud animal noise could be heard, slowly getting louder as it approached. The sounds of trees falling from sheer force to the birds in the distance all flying for protection from this dangerous animal. What could it possibly be? From the distance, the monstrosity appeared, a four-armed giant ape, tearing down trees with punches and kicks. Suddenly laying eyes upon Charlotte, he grew quite, and with his silence he grew still. The jungle was silent, the animals gone, the sky still shining one of the combatants doom. He gave a loud grunt, and snot mist came from his nostrils when it happened.