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MineGames 2.0
Forum-Index → Roleplay → MineGames 2.0(Reminder for Ellie's team:
1: Cream (Female Gmax Eevee, starter!)

2: Babs (Female Scorbunny)

3: Ace (Male Rookidee)

4: Bolt (Male Yamper)

5: Kaila (Female Ralts)

6: Zella (Female shiny Zubat, gift from mom)


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Reminder for Ellie's team:
1: Cream (Female Gmax Eevee, starter!)
2: Babs (Female Scorbunny)
3: Ace (Male Rookidee)
4: Bolt (Male Yamper)
5: Kaila (Female Ralts)
6: Zella (Female shiny Zubat, gift from mom)
1: Cream (Female Gmax Eevee, starter!)

2: Babs (Female Scorbunny)

3: Ace (Male Rookidee)

4: Bolt (Male Yamper)

5: Kaila (Female Ralts)

6: Zella (Female shiny Zubat, gift from mom)

The room begins to feel cold as Charlie activates her ability. Frost slowly creeps onto the blade and along the nearest walls. With the metal blade now cold, it doesn't take long for ice to appear. She stops using her power and pretends to act tired. "That's all I can do." She lies. "I rarely use my ability, so I haven't done a lot of training." That part wasn't exactly a lie.
She was young, weak, and alone. Far weaker than the man who cared for her. He wasn't her father. Just a good hearted man who felt pity towards the orphaned girl. He was among the lower ranks of The Liberated. But even the lower ranks had a nasty bite. The streets were dangerous, but only because The Liberated allowed it. Or specifically, the old boss allowed it. Dangerous streets meant he could hide their crimes. Their crimes were hidden amongst the rest. But that decision worked as a double edged sword, because that meant that The Liberated would often face death. In her youth, she faced death many times but it was always The Liberated that came to her aid and swiftly cut down her enemies
"...Here, alliances are everything. Strength and wits mean nothing if you can't even approach your target without being flanked by attackers." She raises her head up, her gaze suddenly intense. "That's what I have to be wary of. What even you have to fear. Being outside of any major alliance could mean certain death."
"It's time..." A frightening voice whispers in her ear. He circles around her, purposely trying to make her feel uncomfortable. He was so different from the current boss. This boy.. no, this man, lead by fear. Here he was now, trying to scare her. At least she knew was prepared. He circles to her front and she forces herself to look scared. The fear disappears when he drifts to her side. "Time for you to have a promotion. Do you understand what that means?"
"It's time for me to kill, or be killed." Charlie replies. She spots her opponent on her left. He was boss's right hand man. The match was a no brainer. He had muscle while she was skin and bone. He actually knew how to use his powers, while she could barely create frost. All she had was expierence, but already, she knew that, that couldn't possibly be enough.
....
She blinks away that memory. No, it was too painful to remember. She still remembers every detail. The blood on her hands, the smell of fear in the air. The wide eyes of her opponent- filled with nothing but disbelief. The guilt, which never went away. The pain, oh the pain. Her opponent had snuck in a weapon. She never understood why. She was young and weak. She had won, by having determination, plot armor, and a harsh will to live. After that day, she was determined to change The Liberated for the better.
-Lucky for her, someone did that job for her. He did it for her.
She shifted again, back to the bright, peppy side of her again “I don’t mind, it’s all right really. I mean, I’ll fight if I have too, but I’m just saying it would be nice to fight side by side with you. But I guess you don’t want that....” she looked forlorn, like a little girl who was just told she couldn’t eat candy.
Then her demeanour changed again, to the stoic part of her “Very well, so do as you wish, and I’ll do as I wish”
She won't ever admit to anyone how nervous this interaction made her. She was prepared to face anyone but herself.