Micah_Hailstorm

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.

Arcana Machina: hidden class discovered.

After Silver recovered, her and micah left and rejoin the group for a simple outdoor dinner, sitting in another set of borrowed clothes. Silver cant help but continuously play with her new arm in wonder, tapping the fingers together, causing a nearly whisper level clacking metal, extending and retracting the claws, even channeling mana through and out of it just to see how it reacts. All the while the group stares at her in near perfect silence, some worried after having heard the screams, some wierded out at how easy going she is after all of that pain, and the rest just curious about the beautiful,plated scales and runic engravings and ran deep with mana veins, its elegant, functional, and it seems to have some form of functioning touch, if the look on silver's face is any indication to go by. The young shield bearer, Liam? Spoke staring at her hard. "You're fething weird, you know that?!" This earns him an immediate slap to the back of the head from both his dad and her parents. "Why do you think I am weird? Because i bounce off the pain quick? You see, that...that is what is holding you back. I do not fear getting hurt, I have accepted the fact that i will get hurt, its a matter of utilities my injuries for greater gains." Hearing her say this, the eyes of several in the group start drilling into her, after all, who doesn't fear getting hurt? Who wants to exchange wounds for wounds? You just bleed yourself to death...right? At least that's the questions running through their mind. "You've all seen me bounce back or react after some pretty nasty injuries, most people, normal people will let their mind wallow in the pain, wallowing gets you killed, but if you can get your mind to move past it and think without panic, you can reach above and beyond not just your wounds." Silver leaves it there, tired of the odd stares now, she gets up and leaves, entering her throne room before shutting it. The night passes as the group naws on her words, some gaining a new understanding, others just seeing her as a peculiar person.

What no one is ready for is an even stranger fellow, and fellow it is. One with a feminine face, elf like ears, but a boyish body though quite feminine in both presentation and stance had managed to appear in the early morning light standing in the middle of the camp as the group emerges from their new homes. Discovering a short statutes fellow, wearing white and black trimmed clothes silver studies, and a mix of black and white makeup covering the face, giving an almost comical static demon look looking around the group quite calmly for someone in someone else's territory. The person earns themself weird stares as micah approaches asking out loud. "Who are you and why are you here?" Only to receive silence for a few seconds before the stranger holds a hand to the side, words made of bright white electricity appear in the air creating...you guessed it, subtitles. 'I have to read subtitles now?!am I in a fething movie or something?' Micah thinks as he reads the few words written. You can call me storm, I am looking to talk to your leader.

That's all that he chose to show before the one, calling himself storm smiles. "You'll have to wait, you are welcome to, so long as you are friendly, cause any harm to the people or the city, and the king might just bury you with the rest." At that hint micah shrugs, turning to join the others for breakfast. At first, the man seems to choose the option of standing and waiting, but as the door to throne room never makes a sound he opts to join the group, in a flash of light, zipping him over to them, to be served with the rest, he does his best to greet with a smile, seeming to be mute or only communicating with his ability at times, a couple hours pass, with glances occasionally thrown between the throne room, then to liam.

39. weird stares.