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ALPHA THE BLOODEDGE

Mid-powerup, Ragna dashed past her and attacked Noel, identified through her squeeky "I got hit" noises. Rather than turning around and negating her efforts, she simply focused more on activating her Azure.

"Blazblue, activate!" She shouted, and for a moment her hand burst with a dark power. But then, nothing.

The entire world went grey for a moment, and a voice could be heard.

"Hehe... you'll have to wait your turn, dear," an all-too-familiar voice said, in an almost whisper filled with hunger and anticipation, immediately making her wary. "It's Ragna's turn to destroy everything, so you can't get in his way."

The moment was over, the world restarted again, and Alpha understood.

She turned around, to the maddened Ragna, and shouted.

"Wait! Stop what you're doing, you idiot!"

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Name: Roger The Hemophiliac Blade (as dubbed by Dante)

Race: Human

Age: 21

Height: 185 cm

Weight: 78 kg

Appearance: 

Physical Attributes

Strength: incredible

Agility: Incredible

Constitution: Incredible

Other Abilities: The Dark Power: The thing that allows him to use all this fun stuff. Activating it gives him a big boost in power, and makes all the attacks above more potent.

The Dark Power is his right arm, or rather is his arm in a black, slick form. It gives his attacks the property of taking away the enemy’s lifeforce and taking it for himself. As such, any attack labeled with “heals him” also syphons away the enemy’s life force in a more direct way.

Also, generates a powerful substance. Roger has never found a way to harness it to his own ends, but others have attempted to.

The Dark Power takes a bit of his lifeforce away every moment it is activated, but increases his drain rate for his dark abilities so far that it doesn't even matter mid attack so long as he keeps using the DARK POWER.

When dormant passively devours life around him. Those who touch it without preparation will feel weakness and light-headedness with fair rapidity.

With the Dark Power activated, his statline becomes
Strength: Fantastic
Agility: Incredible
Constitution: Fantastic

Swordmaster: Roger is a very skilled swordmaster, and he can use swords very effectively in conjunction with his DARK POWERS. He can send out beast-head looking projectiles (dead spike-like) and perform an ascending reversal attack where he contorts his body to avoid strikes and hit the enemy (inferno divider-like). Apart from that he can perform many simpler moves, like a rush attack followed up with multiple stabs, a charged slash and a propelled air kick that hits from above, followed by a dark kick aiming upwards (gauntlet hades-like).
 
Equipment: Red coat: It’s a red coat. Made of leather.

Rebellion-looking sword: It’s a devil arm that resembles Rebellion. Essentially a nigh-indestructible sword with a sharp edge. Not exactly the most complicated thing around.

Shotgun and ammo: Sawed off shotgun with a mix of dragon’s breath shells, rock salt rounds and baptised ammunition. Holds two shells.


Origin:  Was found without memories in an alley after a demon attack, where Dante found him with his DARK POWERS and decided to do something uncharacteristic at Lady’s continued and forceful suggestions, and raised Roger to be capable of using the DARK POWER he held. Hhaving a bit too much fun naming him, he went ahead and called him "Roger The Hemophiliac Blade", a desicion he doesn't regret due to the endless teasing material it gives him.

On the day he graduated from Dante’s teachings, dante decided to give him an old red leather coat and a sword that resembled his own. Roger, who for his final exam was torn away from bed with only the opportunity to put on pants, gladly accepted the coat to walk on his way back home. And yet he exited the doorway to dante’s office only to find himself in nexus, this weirdass town filled wiith weirdass dudes. And all the shirts he could find were sailor moon, so he didn’t get any of them.


Weakness: Pizza overdose, ghosts that he can’t hit, forceful girls

Likes: Pizza, ramen noodles, cooking

Dislikes: Whiny girls, casual semi-nudity, ghosts in general

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AKATSUKI

With a deft pop, the cap to a milk bottle came off, and Akatsuki quickly chugged the milk. By keeping up this ritual, no doubt she'd obtain the same kind of body as Nagato.

The bottle finished, she breathed out in a manner most undignified, and yet traditional for the post-bath ritual of the naval base. She went to the finely woven basket that was holding her clothes, her rigging equipment sitting next to it, and started getting changed.

She's just finished putting on her skirt when she heard it. A scream, a shout, a howl the which she'd never heard before, a sound filled with anguish and fear.

She hastened to put on her clothes and most importantly, her rigging. The gloves came onto her hands and were activated instantly, sending a slight shock through her body and making a bit of hair slightly raise on its own.

Then, she start running to the source of the noise. As she did, she heard the floor crack under her through the sheer force and weight of every one of her steps.

Her sonar led her to a room, to which she quickly slammed open the sliding door. She was greeted a bloody sight, a massive spray of blood covering the walls, and in the middle of it, Kenzo, sobbing and trying to force two halves of a body back together.

Her first reaction was to activate her searchlight, and look around the room to make sure they were alone. She inched towards Kenzo, keeping alert and with an expression that hid her surprise and fear.

"Kenzo, are you alright?" She asked, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, after deactivating its glove.

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Noel

As she watched the chaos unfold in front of her, something just snapped in Noel. She wasn’t sure what, or exactly why, but she was just done with this bullshit. If Ragna wanted to be a giant edgelord, fine.

“You know what, fine.” Noel holstered her guns, and stared at him angrily. “You want to act like this, go right ahead. But you’re going to suffer the consequences.”

“Summoning Lux Sanctus!” She yelled, as a gigantic sword descended from the sky and she was bathed in a blue light.
Ragna's reaction was immediate, with no thought or posturing wasted.

Someone had just gone into Murakumo state.

So... he needed to Destroy them. It was the only way he could stop that other world from becoming reality.

"CARNAGE..." he started, bringing his sword up and rushing towards Noel. The sword came down, in the middle of her transformation, and struck gold. But, he wasn't done. "SCISSORS!"

He twisted his whole body, doing a full circle on himself as his blade charged up with his dark power, and unleashed it in a single strike. Yet instead of solely blasting her away, the darkness exploded in a dozen little bites of its own, raking up the imaginary combo counter and doing even more damage than he'd expected.

His azure was activated, as he'd just noticed. A surprise, but not unwelcome. With this, he'd definitely be able to Destroy them all...

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Ragna: "Jin, get off my goddamn case. Just, piss off already."

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Alpha The Bloodedge

Alpha got kicked down, but immediately rolled away from Ragna. She pushed herself off of one knee, and realized the DARK NATURE of Ragna's powers, decided that the only way to beat another with the blazblue's power was to fully activate it.

"Restriction 666 released!" She said, announcing the first part of the Blazblue release, while clutching her arm in what could be described as a "painful manner".

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Alpha The Bloodedge

Dead spike?!

Surprised, she could do nothing but bring her barrier up. The black head advanced and chomped on it, to no avail, and retreated back into the ground. Angry and ready to retaliate, Alpha immediately deployed the blood scythe into its namesake form.

She jumped and aimed its red blade at the man before her, only barely noting the look on his face, a look she knew a little too well.


RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE

Noel shot, and as if out of habit, Ragna put his sword between her guns and where she aimed them. Noel, he could take every day of the week. But, these extras she brought with her would be a different issue. The blond tumbled away from the Dead Spike, but the other barriered up and came in, using of all things, a blood scythe from overhead.

Were Ragna calmer and not fuming, he'd have sighed. Instead, he did the one thing he did best.

"INFERNO DIVIDER!" He yelled as he ascended with his sword in hand, interrupting her attack completely. He followed up quickly with an uppercut, and finally with a kick sending her straight to the ground. He fell to the ground after her completely ready to go.

"You should know better than to let your friends piss me off, you big idiot!" He barked with an anger not entirely directed at Noel. "Don't forget who you're dealing with!"

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Ragna = The = Bloodedge

A numb pain set over, halfway through eating the noodles, and Ragna's sight blurred. His vision doubled as the restaurant became that rooftop again, and in the distance, the big black monstrosity fought a a... figure in the distance.

His participation was minimal. Occasionally, he'd feel a prick on his skin, and the girl behind him would pat him, mutter calming words, and he's feel sleepy again. Sometimes, he smell the burning, he'd see the figure he was fighting in the distance, but most of the time it was nothing but a numb, ever-present feeling.

It went on for who knows how long, until he was completely numb again, completely asleep, only to see the Chinese restaurant again. He blinked in thought, and noticed the girl who was mooching off of him was gone.

Not only that, he heard shit-talking.

A table next to him, some girl, noel, and what looked like a girl too old for halloween dressing as the grim reaper. As Ragna The Bloodedge.

A sudden surge of anger rose up as he heard the blond and the dressup artist talk shit, and for a moment he swore the city burned before him again. But instead of feeling numb, it just spurred him on. Heat rose up in his chest, in his face, and he felt himself move before having decided to.

"Who the hell are you talking about?!" He yelled as he got up, but before even waiting for an answer reached down, into the Darkness, and ripped out a a massive, fanged head. A Dead Spike.

It rose up and chomped at the table, and in turn all of the people sitting there.

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Noel Vermillion

Noel put down her menu and nodded with a sigh. The secret was out, no sense in hiding it any further. "Eh-hehe, um, well, He's... kind of like a brother to me, his name is Ragna the Bloodedge, and he's ah... my world's, most worlds, I think, actually, version of you, Alpha. And ummmmmmmm... what I'm really scared about is...well...

you going to talk with him? Your personalities will just clash and you'll get into a big fight. Like he always does in these situations."
Mordred[/u]

"Really? That sounds more absurd than just having a lookalike! Though I wish Saber was a guy, people wouldn't mistake me for her in the streets..." Damn it, at this rate there could the male version of her as well! Fucking multiverse theory. "Hey, Alpha, if he's going to do something embarassing or bother you, I will just punch him out for ya. That would shut him up for a while."
"I... what the hell?" Alpha said, stunned by the idea that she was a he where this noel was from, and he was sitting right there with glassy eyes and a half empty bowl of soggy noodles. Noel kept talking, followed by a very nice suggestion by Mordred, but Alpha only heard half of it. "Hold on, I just want to make sure I heard this right: So, that guy over there... he's me? From where you're from?"

Apha asked her question and only belatedly remembered what Mordred said. "And Mordred, I may take you up on that. Or maybe I'll punch him in the face myself if he gets stupid..."

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Mordred

Noel seemed to had glimpsed somebody then tried to hide the fact she was in the same room. The Changeling looked around. The only client besides them was a tall white haired guy with messy hair. In fact, he looked somewhat familiar. Where she had seen him...

Wait

He looked kinda like Alpha's relative. There was a resemblance after all. "Oi, Alpha, do you have any relatives here in Nexus?" She also asked in a whisper. "I've seen a guy here who looks like your relative..."
Noel

"No, no, I'm fine, nothing's the matter." Noel turned to Mordred. "No, it's probably just a coincidence, haha."
Alpha The Bloodedge

Alpha cocked an eyebrow at Mordred's comment, and immediately became more confused at Noel's dodgy attitude. Who was it? She looked around, looking for this "relative" of hers like a dog looking for squirrels, until she noticed a man sitting at a table, bent over his bowl of noodles with a confused look in his eyes.

He looked exactly like she did, except, like some genderswapped version from a bad piece of fanfiction. What the hell was this?

Well, at least she understood why Mordred thought they were related.

"Noel, do you know this guy?" She asked, not bothering the keep her voice down. If this guy was why she looked so scared, she'd do something about him.

The only real way she knew how to deal with any problem, that is.

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Noel

As Noel was scanning the menu, she happened to glance up, and nearly fell out of her chair as she saw someone she recognized also in the store.

Why is Ragna here?

She buried her face into her menu, hoping he wouldn't notice them. She didn't really know why, but she had a feeling Alpha and Ragna would cause a huge scene if they ever met each other.
ALPHA

Alpha looked through the menu attentively, but her attention was torn away when she saw Noel flinch and then immediately hide her face in a menu. She'd seen that kind of reaction before, when Jin would enter a room she was in.

"Noel?" She asked in a whisper, since she was obviously trying to keep a low profile. "Are you okay?"

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AKATSUKI

Kenzo dashed off, angry at Micheal, leaving Akatsuki in her own little bathing area. No doubt, he was mad they were playing in the bath so much! Tenryuu also got mad when she'd do the same, but Nagato would always let it slide.

Thinking about old friends, Akatsuki lowered herself into the spring, the hot water stinging at her injury, a bite on the shoulder.

If the bath was anything like the ones at home, an injury of the like would take an estimated... seventeen minutes to properly heal up.

Akatsuki got comfortable, closed her eyes despite the nearby chaos, and started waiting.

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ALPHA

Alpha walked into the restaurant after Mordred, and was greeted by an ornate design, with one of those restaurant floors littered with walls for privacy and authenticity. An asian woman in a chinese dress stood at the welcoming booth, and she bowed as we walked in.

"Table for two?" She asked in an exagerrated chinese accent.

"Three," Alpha replied, pointing back at Noel.

"Follow me," she said, walking off to one of the many booths. Alpha kept her eyes forward, an empty stomach spurring her to ignore her surroundings.

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New Knick sheet unapproved for now, I want to discuss things with the other GMs before it's finalized.

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Mordred

The trio embarked to a search for a Chinese bar. And what was a better place to find a decent one than the Asian District? Surely she wouldn't want to visit a fake one staffed by Mexicans or other people with no clue about oriental cuisine. The place was infamous for its criminal activity, but she was confident that any brigand foolish enough to pick on them would end up diving in a dumpster for that.

"There's so many of them, that it probably doesn't matter whichever we pick. Go ahead, I don't really care about choosing myself." She said, waiting patiently for Noel and Alpha to decide.
ALPHA THE YOLOEDGE

"Eh, food's food. Let's go for... that one," She said, immediately walking towards one of the shops.

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