Open The Game [Dungeon Dash - Invite Only]

"A piece of cake like usual." With a triumphant grin and a flourish of her arm the pink-haired Cadet would dismiss both her Persona and shield in an instant. The demons had been no match for them, but that wasn't surprising to her. After all, their victory had been guaranteed from the very second those monsters engaged them in combat. Despite how easy they went down though, it felt as though she had gotten a little stronger, so the fight was worth it in the end.

"Nebula and I saw Julius in action during our first mission. If I had any reason to doubt him or his prowess, which needless to say I didn't, then they would have been put to rest then and there. You'd have to be the dumbest person on the planet to look at His Highness and dismiss his position as the result of pure nepotism." While Cecilia was glad to have something to talk about with the others, she hadn't expected the conversation to be about something so obvious. Surely they could all agree that the prince was a capable leader. To suggest otherwise wasn't just heresy, it was complete drivel; anyone who had lived in the city long enough had surely heard about at least one of Julius's countless deeds. Then again, Albrecht was a new arrival, so perhaps the discussion would yield some fruit for him at the very least.

Resting her hands at her sides as she marched on, a topic would pop up in Cecilia's mind as they drew closer to their next destination. She hadn't told anyone about House of Cards yet, so now seemed as good a time as any another to bring it up. "You remember the guy during the first meeting Shiina? Whats-his-face... Oh, Haru, that's it! Anyway, I've been thinking about what he said then, about that mole inside Class Zero. I don't have any idea who it could be, but I visited House of Cards recently and it seemed like a pretty nice place. I was thinking that if we want to avoid leaking any sensitive information we could try to discuss Cadet business there. I'm sure they have some private rooms for rent or something along those lines and it shouldn't be too difficult to secure one considering our status. Since the owner's a district leader it seems like a safe bet to me."

Unfortunately, it seemed that they had encountered another demon before anyone could respond. Whatever though. If it went as quick as that last battle did then Cecilia would have her answer soon enough.

Cecilia Hunt:

Action:

Passives:

The crusader watched with pride and satisfaction as he watched the foul creatures dissipate. Every single blow they received was well deserved. It felt good to slay a demon, he didn't get the chance to fight much during his initiation, and that frustrated him, he wanted more and killing one demon wasn't enough to satiate that bloodlust. It only fueled it even more, the demons are the enemies of mankind and the lord, the ravaged the planet in their unholy crusade against the sons and daughters of YHWH and left humanity crippled, they must be purged so they can pay for all the destruction and pain they have brought upon this world.

"I must say, a job well done, Battle Sisters. However there are more of these foul creatures lurking around, we must go on." He stated with a firm and quick nod. Though it seems the subject that had started before the fight had returned. "If that's the case then i look forward to fighting alongside the prince someday, i wonder if he would have time for a duel." He said in reaction to the comments about the Prince coming from Shiina and Cecilia. "Although, isn't there a third sibling? A sister, if i recall correctly. I haven't heard much about her." The knight would fold both his arms in deep thought.

"For a knight you are awfully misinformed about the royal family you swore loyalty to..." The former angel would fake a concerned tone, taunting the black lion.

"My loyalty is with the Queen, not her brood." As he followed the other cadets he'd be polishing and wiping any stains that the blade might have acquired during combat, and while the holy blade didn't comment on the act, she really appreciated it. For Lamina Sanctus it showed that the knight cared about her in some way, even though she had been reduced to just a tool of slaughter and violence, a holy tool of violence but still reduced from her original purpose.

Not too long after finishing the demons and resuming their march they would find even more demons. The terrible and unholy visage those creatures would make the Lion's blood boil, riling up his unending bloodlust yet again. He grasped Lamina Sanctus handle as hard as he could before making a heedless charge towards the enemy.

Albrecht, Lvl 2:

Passives:

Actions:

As the three demons ceased to exist, Fafnir showed a wry smile and disappeared from existence temporarily, taking Nebula’s bloody battleaxe and incomprehensible firearm with him. Nebula would seem to space off, lost in various thoughts about quite a few demon-related things. Whatever she was thinking about, however, would be abruptly interrupted by a mysterious yet energizing item being thrown her way. Out of both her surprise and the mist that had formed around her, Nebula would enter a very brief coughing fit, but as soon as she got out of it she would find that she was not nearly as tired as she was a second ago. This must’ve been one of those special persona-related items… it was certainly something.

“Huh?” Nebula’s voice would remind the others that it existed as Cecilia mentioned her name, bringing her attention to her out of instinct. Prince Julius? There wasn’t much she could really say about him; he was obviously a very capable leader, or else he wouldn’t be so highly ranked in the cadets, but anything beyond his official position and the mask he puts on to face daily life were Terra Incognita: there was nothing she could say without stepping out of bounds. “H-he was… strong…” That being said, Nebula could clearly tell this much, at the very least.

Nebula couldn’t help but feel a fair bit more self-conscious than usual; everyone was talking and socializing so much that anyone would be hard-pressed not to feel the need to participate in some way or another. Despite this, there wasn’t really much she could contribute to the conversation, as her experience with politics and the royal family was limited at best; she’d been in jail for most of their rule, after all, and she had had very little contact with the outside world in the meantime. Even if she did know a thing or two about the topics at hand, she had a feeling her constant stuttering would only make any comments she had to make more an annoying ordeal to wait through for the others rather than a contribution of information or any sort of appropriate initiation of interaction. At the very least, the next group of demons was coming into sight just up ahead, which meant she could throw away her worries of talk and focus more in her job as a Cadet. She rushed forward, battleaxe in hand.