I think I am here.

Lusk doubled over. “Oh, rusting shadows of hell,” he whispered. Luckily, it was a side-hit, and not a front on kick like Lusk did. Still, oof. Crouching down, Lusk collected himself, unleashing a whole veil of profanities. The children in the audience had to have their ears covered by their parents. “$@:!&/&;&.’!:&:!:&-@:’&(&;!!!” He said, the words to harsh to be shown on the 17th Shard. Taking a hand up, he called for a timeout.

Lusk let himself get hit in the inner thigh, and stepped forward. One of Walker’s legs was twisted away, and the other was near Lusk’s thigh. Stepping forward again a Lusk attempted another, um, groinal kick. He was incredibly close range now, so hopefully Walker couldn’t dodge again unless he tapped steel.

Somehow, to Lusk’s disbelief the youth was fast and managed to roll away, kicking at Lusk’s shoulder. The kick landed, but luckily there were worse places to be hit than the shoulder. Such as the groin. As he got kicked, Lusk tried to grab the kicking leg again. Standing up, he pulled the leg up and put his foot on the knee, pressing it down with his foot and pulling it up with his hand, trying to break it inwards at the knee.

Lusk blinked. That was fast. Hastily he youngened his psychology back to 20 seconds prior, where he wasn’t embarrassed at being outdone by someone named Shifty. Ah, that’s better, he thought.

Before Lusk could elbow the kid Walker rolled away, sending two of his own legs to hit Lusk. One hit him in the gut and Lusk bent down in hurt, clutching it. The reaction allowed him to miss the leg going for his neck. Seeing the two legs extend, Lusk grabbed each with a hand (or attempted to). Spreading them out, he then used all of his strength to try and kick as hard as he could into Walker’s, erm, groinal area.

Actually, no she wasn’t. That goes to Rastor Finley by @Thunderclast. You can see their profile third from the top in Era 1 characters.

...I can recite the Seven Day War month-by-month. Checkmate. Mauahaha!

Alask looked at both of them. “Yup,” he said. “Flight Control poisoned, all good.” He neglected to mention the almost 35 people dead on the ground floor.

Finding a comfortable seat and sitting in the plane, Alask watched Lena hop in as well. “Great,” He said. “Now we just need Gonev and that Georgia lady.” Suddenly a sharp pain erupted from his chest, and Alask almost collapsed from his chair in agony. He felt like yelling but that would draw attention, so he just held his breath and went red with pai- And then it was over, relief washing over him. Alask felt his Shade in his spikes. It was angry. Alask couldn’t break the Rules either. If he did, the Shade didn’t come out, but it did administer a sort of agony onto Alask for a bit. He’d experienced the ‘running at night’ pain a handful of times. He’d only accidentally kindled flame once, and it had been the worst experience of Alask’s life. He couldn’t imagine the torture the Shade would put on him if he ever shed blood. Luckily, he wasn’t planning on doing that anytime soon.

Seeing the plane land, Alask tapped Lena on the shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go,” he said, running to the plane as it landed and hopping inside. “What’s up, Nekorb?” he said. “Everything went smooth on your end?” @Ookla the Phoenix

I see your RP and I raise my own RP! ~~~ In a corner, The Legendary Guacless stood. The Legendary Guacless hated standing, but if there was one thing this city had more than sewers, it was things The Legendary Guacless hated. And that included standing. Light shined through the expanse of stain-glass windows. The Guacless stayed in the shadows. He didn’t a reminder of The Lord Ruler’s great deeds. The Guacless chuckled. The city was enough evidence of that. An hour crawled by like a dying Skaa, and The Legendary Guacless found himself bored. Real bored. So bored he could taste it. Spotting a carriage that looked as slow as an Inquisitor’s brain, The Guacless saw another Obligator amble out. He was tall. As tall as a Terrisman. Or was The Guacless just short? He could never tell in this world. Stepping up to the man, who he now realised sported a leg as wooden as a secret hideout’s door The Guacless extended a hand. “Hey,” he said, immediatly dropping the hand. He didn’t ‘do’ hands. “I’m The Legendary Guacless, but you can just call me The Legendary Guacless.”

Lena shook her head. “My son,” she said. Alask looked at the picture again, blinking. “Oh,” he said. “He grows up with my grandmother.” She said. “I try to visit him, when I can, but she doesn't want me anywhere near him. So mostly I try to earn some money, to support them." Alask nodded, understanding. “It's alright I guess. He's better off without me." Alask listened, still looking at the photo. The boy looked happy in the picture. Meeting Lena’s look, he nodded. “A secret for a secret,” he said, a sort of confirmation. They would not tell anyone else of their secrets. It was too dangerous. “I know that feeling,” Alask said, then quickly backtracked. “Not of having a kid. But of feeling that those you know would be better without you. You saw what happened in there. Imagine if that happened near my family. The only way I can support them is through pretending I have a real job.” He looked up. “Hopefully after this heist, I can have my real job with the Man who Fixes.” Looking down at his watch, Alask looked back up. “Our heist partners should be here any minute now.” he said. @Silva @Kidpen @Darth Woodrack @Ookla the Phoenix

“Actually it does. For me at least." That surprised Alask. He went on his back again, looking up. He couldn’t see how knowing he was a thing of Ruin would have made anything better, but to each their own. At least she didn’t kill him there and then. “They are beautiful, aren't they?" Alask almost jumped. He hadn’t noticed her sitting here, next to him. He saw how she was referring to what Alask was poking at, the stars. “I guess so,” he said. “That we’re all small. So small in the big universe, if you think about it.” He looked back and Lena handed him a small photograph. It was of a little kid. “A secret for a secret.” She said. At first, Alask was confused, but looking back at Lena he could see the similarities between the faces immediately. “Your brother?” He inquired. “Or like nephew or cousin or something?”

Omin is a storming legend. He should be promoted.

“No.” That made Alask pause. "You are a Shade. You don't have it with you, you are it." Hearing her step closer, Alask just rubbed his forehead. He had a headache, and his emotions were all over the place right now. “Now, that’s not strictly true,” he said, still looking straight up, at the stars. “I have it spiked into me. Using those magical spikes the guilds seem to be so fond of. So yeah, I may have one that occasionally possesses me, but I’m not a Shade.” He turned on his side, looked at her. “That doesn’t make it any better though, does it?”

Alask looked back to see Lena. Thank the God Beyond she wasn’t dead. He would’ve hated it if he killed his own teammate. He realised he was crying. Hastily he wiped the tears with his sleeve and stood up straighter, pretending to be tough. He was tough. But he was also tired, so he immediately laid down again on the cool grass, eyes on the sky. What to say? “Hi,” He said, making sure to keep his voice level. “All good?”

Oh, I got one for @Ookla the Cited(MetaTerminal) To me he’s like that nice uncle knows everything. Like not because he’s really old or something. But it’s like you’ll be talking about history and he’ll suddenly be like “Oh yeah I know history” and then recite WWI month by month. Like that uncle who may very well be the smartest one in the family, just because he knows so much about everything. I have a guy like that in my irl family, and you could literally talk to him about anything and he can have an educated discussion on it. Meta would be that.

Screams. And skeletons. As soldier’s tried to get their guns up the Shade turned and ran at them. This was a poor body. It was used to being free, to being able to float and hover. That was before they’d captured it, fused it to its current body. That created limits. No longer could it hover, or pass through walls. It was bound to the flesh. But that didn’t make it any less deadly. Growling at some more people on the ground floor, it was at them in the blink of an eye, their bones dropping to the ground. So many dead. They deserved it. For shedding blood. They all deserved it! Killing, everyone. Everyone it could see, it could sense. A scuffle behind it signalled somebody running, trying not to trip over the flood of bones. The Shade bared it’s teeth for the chase. ~~~~ Alask didn’t want to see this. He wanted to shut his eyes, to block his ears, but it was his body that was doing all of this, and he could control it. He heard something behind him, and felt despair. If he heard it, than the Shade certainly heard it. It turned, and Alask felt his mouth opening to a involuntary growl. It was Ms. Miller, running through the bones. Please live, he thought. He was desperate. Please live! Please live! But was inevitable, and the Shade was by her side immediately, a hand on her shoulder forcing her to wither away, to contort and warp back to basic bone. The Shade looked around, and Alask tried seeing Lena. She wasn’t here. That was good. A chill went through Alask. Unless she’d been killed and Alask hadn’t seen. The Shade continued looking, but no one was left on this floor. Every single camera on the floor had been destroyed in the fight, every person on the floor dead, a pile of bones. And yet there was not a single drop of blood on the floor, save for the small pool that came from Alask’s original injury. Slowly, he felt the Shade calm, felt feeling and control return to him. As soon as the luminescence of his body died, and his eyes flickered back to their normal self Alask collapsed, finally being able to express his emotion. He looked at all the skeletons and tried to keep himself from vomiting, and failed. So many dead. Tears flooded his eyes, and Alask got up, a sobbing mess, and tried to exit the front door. His shin had been healed in the transformation. All cameras had been destroyed. All witnesses had been killed. Nobody would have known what had happened. Nobody would have known about the Shade. He walked into the night sky, and tried walking to the meeting point. Every time he thought about Alleyzon he felt sick, and every time he thought about the dead he felt like crying again. This is why you can’t go back to your family, he told himself. This is why you’re better off sending letters than ever coming near them. Walking in the still night, Alask came to the meeting point and sat, waiting for anybody else, and wept.

I want to give more detail on the Ark one. It's like that cousin that joined one too many cults in his youth and now has a Lovecraftian demon permanently fused to his soul til the end of time, and he's like "Yeah it's just a phase don't worry about it "

It was getting too much. The choke. Too much. Lusk had to think of something. Fast. Or pass out. His thoughts were clipped. He couldn't think straight. Survive. Letting go of trying to break Walker's leg, Lusk used his free hands and legs to take off the choke Walker out on him, taking a deep breath. He could breath. Breathe! Still seeing as they were on the floor, Lusk tried an abrupt attempt at diving onto Walker's stomach with his elbow, after attempting to pin him down.

"I don't know," Alask replied. "Just run to where we said we'd meet. 200 meters south of this building or whatever. Zack, Nekorb and the others will meet you there. As for me, I'll be there too, it just might take me a little longer. Now run." Steppimg forward, Alask's movement prompted the raising of a bunch of guns. They all looked deadly enough, and Alask felt a bead of sweat drip from his forehead. "Stay back!" A soldier yelled. "Hands up, get on the ground!" Alask just stayed still, and hesitantly took one more step forward. To get the Shade out, he would need one of these soldiers to break the Rules. Which he needed to get them to fire their gun. "One more step and we'll fire!" They said. Great. Taking a deep breath, Alask recollected himself before attempting to lunge at a soldier. He didn't even get three steps before a BANG sent him to his knees in pain. Screaming his clutched the side of his shin. A bullet hole lay there, and every time Alask tried moving it stung and hissed at him. It made sense they shot him in the leg. They would need to immobilise him. But oddly enough, despite being shot in the shin, he still felt he wasn't in the most danger. Through gritted teeth he looked to Lena. "Run." He hissed. "Run!" Feeling the point of entry on his leg, he held up his hand. Stains of blood tainted his palm, and Alask shut his eyes, suddenly feeling very sick. He was always felt sick when the Shade got enraged. "What's happening to him?" A soldier said. "He looks like- holy rust! What's happening to him!?" A murmur of nervousness came up as Alask stood up, the bullet in his shin being pushed out and the flesh not remitting, but becoming more translucent, like his whole body was starting to turn into smoke, but retaining a solid shape. Wisps of smoky blackness started emanating from him, trailing upwards, and forming an afterimage from where he moved. And visible through it was his body, a silhouette of translucent flesh and smoke. "Storms! Get down! Down!" The soldiers' voices could be heard, but Alask couldn't respond. He couldn't respond to anything. It was like his body was not his anymore, like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his body to do the Si,pleat of actions. Something else was inside of him, the Shade once spiked into him now coming out. Alask's eyes suddenly burst alight in green, trails of green forming where he- no, where the Shade moved. It moved forward, and forced Alask's head down to see the pool of blood by his feet. Blood. Shedding it was about the worst thing you could do when near a Shade. Sure, kindling flame was bad, but usually the Shade got distracted. Sure, running at night was also bad, but nothing put the Shade in a bigger frenzy. Watching the blood seep from under his feet, the Shade looked up to the soldier who'd fired the bullet, it's eyes slowly turning from a pale green to solid red, a growl coming from it's (Alask's) voice box. Alask wanted to close his eyes, to not be forced to see this, but he was merely a passenger in his body now. Taking one look at the man who'd fired the bullet, the Shade's eyes glowed fiercely red. And in a split second, it tore him apart, withering him to a blackened skeleton, watching as the flesh pulled to bone, the muscles shrinking and tearing and collapsing. When the deed was done, the man was dead, his death excruciatingly painful. And not a drop of blood came from it. This was how death was to be done. Eyes still alight, the Shade was still enraged. No, it would not stop with the man. As screams erupted, the Shade killed more, and more. It would kill everyone here.