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Valerie Durand & Flynn Aspadana



Episode 1 Conclusion w/ @Psyker Landshark - Ra Yellow Lounge



Oh great, everyone here just can't mind their own business , Flynn thought to himself. He'd damn himself if he gave any hint of disdain towards somebody else today though. Now was not the time to lose his cool, specially when the object of his fury draped itself in blue.

"Yes to everything above." he would state, keeping his calm facade. "Flynn's the name. Yourself?" While he awaited for this fellow Ra Yellow's response, Flynn was already beginning to form an opinion about this duelist based on this seemingly indomitable aura she was giving off. Unlike his roommate Chris, Flynn had a feeling that she had even more potential than even himself, a fact that he would not freely admit. Of course, this begs the question why someone like her ended up here as well.

Something about this kid was...off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but Valerie just got the feeling that this Flynn guy was ready to explode at the drop of a hat. Or maybe she was just psyching herself out over nothing.

"...Valerie." She responded to Flynn's query before taking a sip of her iced tea. "You duel anyone yet? Can barely afford something from the vending machine off one win. Thinking the school wants us to seriously grind matches out if we want to get anywhere."

Meanwhile, Ceruli popped back up once more, the spirit perched on Val's shoulder as he peered straight at Flynn. He could've sworn he'd just felt the presence of another spirit in this room, minutes ago. But now the feeling had passed. Odd. Had they left already?

"I figured at least water would be free but I'm still up for a challenge." Flynn retorted."As for if I've dueled anyone yet, you're lucky number one, miss Valerie."

With drained lethargy and false bravado, Flynn booted up his duel disk and inserted his deck which he had kept inside of a deckbox attached to his belt. Having thoroughly shuffled his deck throughout the ocean voyage, one can only wonder what his luck would be with his starting hand and starting call with the customary coin flip.

"Call it, heads or tails." Flynn would state to his opponent as he initiated the duel.

"Tails. And drop the 'miss', would you?"

"Fine by me." Flynn quipped as the coin decidedly landed on heads. "I'm starting first."

Drawing five cards from his deck, Flynn started by playing out one of his favorite cards. "Silver Gadget in attack position, and with his effect I follow up with summoning Green Gadget which gets me Red Gadget from deck. They won't be here for long though as I link them away for Platinum Gadget!" The combo was a basic one but it was going to be enough with what Flynn had in his hand. "Next up, I use Platinum to summon Red Gadget in defense which allows me to retrieve Yellow Gadget from my deck. I set two facedown backrow cards to end my turn." The gears were turning and soon his war machine will be going into overdrive.



Another Machine duelist, huh? Was this going to be a trend? Valerie looked over her starting hand with a critical eye. Not bad. Topdecking the MST on her turn 2 draw was an absolute godsend with two facedowns on the other side. The board wasn't that threatening on its own, so she just had to hope she hit a battle trap or something.

"Alright, let's start this off with Mystical Space Typhoon. I target the facedown in the middle." She pointed, and it turned out she'd blown up Crusher Run. Damn, that was lucky. That would've been rough, especially if she couldn't topdeck a decent monster with the amount of draws she was about to have.

"Next up, I activate the Field Spell The Gates of Dark World and set two cards facedown. Then I play Dragged Down Into the Grave. We show each other our hands and each pick one card to discard from the opponent's hand. I've only got the one, and it's Broww. On discard, I draw one. Now let's see..." Valerie looked over Flynn's hand as he showed it to her, her face impassive. Oh, wow, that really didn't matter either. Just two Yellow Gadgets. "Yeah, sure, I'll pop the Yellow Gadget on the right. Now we both draw one off Dragged Down and I draw a second off Broww."

She regarded her two draws with a raised eyebrow. Oh, damn. This could actually work. "I activate The Gates of Dark World, banishing Broww from my graveyard and Grapha, Dragon Lord of Dark World to draw one more. On discard, Grapha lets me target one card on your board and destroy it, and I pick your other facedown."

Faced with a decision in his current agitated state, Flynn activated Metalhold The Moving Blockade before realizing his mistake. He couldn't take it back but he had to justify it as the play resolved before his eyes. "... I activate Metalhold as you pop it, targetting Red for its effect. Upon chain resolution, both cards are sent to the grave."

"Uh...sure." Valerie murmured, taken aback by the apparent misplay. Unless this was some weird four-dimensional chess strat, she couldn't see why he would've ended up losing a monster he didn't have to. "Moving on, I normal summon Beiige and activate Grapha from the grave to return Beiige to my hand and special summon Grapha. With my Field Spell on, Grapha goes up to 3000 attack. Battle phase, Grapha attacks Platinum Gadget."

[Flynn: -1400 LP, 6600 LP]

"Tch. As Platinum was the only target you had for Grapha's attack, you've triggered his grave effect. With my free pick of any Gadget to take his place on the field, I choose Gold Gadget. Just like Silver, he allows me to play another Gadget from my hand and you already know what's coming. Yellow to the field in defense and Green to my hand." Surely Valerie would believe that this was all according to plan. At the very least, Flynn managed to delude himself into thinking that this was the superior play by eliminating the alternative of Grapha being able to attack Red Gadget.

Well, she would have attacked Platinum regardless. Leaving a Link 2 on the board able to climb next turn was just asking for trouble. Still, Valerie frowned slightly at dealing with yet more swarm. Her facedowns weren't exactly conducive to handling that, although Mind Crush would trash his search.



"Fine, fine. Turn end. Your go. On your draw, I activate Mind Crush and declare Green Gadget. Into the grave he goes."

"Mhm, fine by me." Flynn stated as Green departed from his hand. He was not phased however as his resources were keeping up with Valerie's, at least on paper. Just by card count alone, he was deeper into his deck than his opponent. "I have a replacement ready to go as I play the Red Gadget I drew for turn to grab me a Yellow. Of course, I build the overlay network with Red and the Yellow on the field for Gear Gigant X and activate his effect for Ancient Gear Box. Furthermore, Gear Box's effect activates and allows me to add Ancient Gear Gadget to my hand. I set one facedown to end my turn." It was now six of Flynn's cards in rotation against Valerie's five cards.



"Alright. Draw, standby main." Valerie looked over her new hand, forming her play in her head. This wasn't exactly the best use of Ceruli, but she needed the Synchro at the moment more than opponent discards on monsters she wasn't guaranteed to draw. "I normal summon Fabled Raven and activate its effect, discarding two cards for one level and 400 attack each to my monster. On discard, chain 1 Beiige, chain 2 Ceruli." She picked up Ceruli's card and tossed it towards Flynn, much to her Duel Spirit's protest.

"Girl, be careful with that!" Ceruli spluttered, desperately hoping the boy at least caught the card without damage.

Oh no... Who the hell plays this card?!, Flynn thought to himself as he did managed to barely catch it. Perhaps unbeknownst to Valerie, she had just turned off his hail mary in Boot-Up Order - Gear Force's stringent requirement of only having Machines on his side of the field. He was silently livid.

"Beiige special summons to the board on discard, and I synchro summon my two level fours into a level 8. Get out here, Dark End Dragon. Battle phase, Grapha attacks Gear Gigant X, then Dark End Dragon attacks Gold Gadget."

[Flynn: -700 LP, 5900 LP]

"Gold effect which retrieves Silver to replace him on the field. Silver effect, of course, to summon out Yellow from hand which in turn grabs another Green."

"Main 2, activate Dark End Dragon's ignition to destroy Silver Gadget. Dark End Dragon loses 500 attack and defense. End phase."



There were a few cards in Flynn's deck that could turn the tide and he was almost half way through it: Limiter Removal, Gear Charge, even Solidarity. When he drew the second Gold Gadget for turn, Flynn could not believe the rotten luck he was dealt with. "... You win. There's no way out of here with what I have in hand." The only consolation prize he had was the fact that Valerie was no blue.

Wait, what? Seriously? She had zero cards in hand, and there was still a good chance of her next draw being a brick. This guy's loss wasn't assured, but Valerie supposed she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Well, if you're sure, I'm not gonna bitch about the win. Good game, I guess." Not really. This guy probably could've been a better challenge if he'd drawn better. Or if he hadn't blown Metalhold for whatever reason she still didn't get.

Valerie took Ceruli's card back and deactivated her Duel Disk, tucking her deck away. "Think I'll go explore around campus for a bit. See you around, yeah?"

"Don't forget to take your iced tea or whatever... I'll see ya around." Flynn was dejected and exhausted enough to crash the moment he would reach his dorm room. At least he believed so in the face of Chris' shenanigans.

Flynn Aspadana



Ra Yellow Dorm



Flynn could only stand there, his face slowly blushing as he tried to find the words to express his bewilderment at Chris' audacity. Moments would pass before he would simply turn about and head for the door.

"You won this round, giant boy." he'd state before heading out. Normally, Flynn would be quick to find a witty remark to deflect such a dumb bit but perhaps he was still tired from the boat trip. Since he wasn't gonna find peace in his own room at this time, he decided to just find the nearest piece of furniture and simply crash there. While it wasn't exactly luxury decor, the Ra Yellow dorm did have serviceable common areas.

Surely the rest of the yellows weren't as weird as his roommate.

Flynn Aspadana



Ship Bound For Duel Academy



The sea breeze did little to calm Flynn's nerves. Multiple colossal chartered ships carried many of the freshly inducted students of Duel Academy to their island destination. Most would use their trip to socialize with their new peers and classmates. For the capricious Ra Yellow student, Flynn had decided to spend the last leg of the trip alone while overlooking the ocean from the vessel's portside — gazing into the blue with uncertainty and envy. It still didn't make sense to him.

Tried as he did, Flynn would have to carry this doubt with him as the ship reached the shore. It felt like a blur, walking from the pier to suddenly receiving his uniform. He was now wrapped in the glimmer of false gold. Reality had began to set in but he supposed that this was better than delinquent red. Curiously, the chancellor also wore red. What was up with that?

The rest of the orientation was standard fare and Flynn would uneventfully make his way to his dorm room. Seemingly arriving first, he would be ready to crash face first on to the bed closest to the door but he would be interrupted with the arrival of...

"Yo. I'm Chris, you?"

"Flynn... So, we're roommates. Any boundaries you want to establish? I'm cool with anything."

He wasn't. Flynn was already formulating a list of rules that would ensure that this titan of a man he was saddled wouldn't interfere with his studies. However, he figured it was the smart thing to make Chris think that they would arrive to a mutual agreement.

Just like a duel, Flynn had passed the turn back to his roommate.

Alright, here's my CS. Tell me if I need to change anything.

House Bolton



The Dreadfort - Three weeks before the tournament



Sunlight had become scarce and night soon beckoned yet it felt as if an eternity must pass before lord Rycann of the Dreadfort could retire for the day. He had been listening to the trouble that befell his small folk, one after the other, since what felt like daybreak. How he longed for the days where a steed and a sword were his only concerns out on the hot fields of Essos. Nostalgia for an uncertain time now seen clearly with enjoyment kept his apathy at bay.

Still, the Redmark's daydreams would be interrupted.

"... And as such m'lord, I ask you on behalf of the small folk for a lighter tax burden due to the harvest failure." Those were the only words he had paid attention to from the latest petitioner. The man was well-dressed in southern fashion but had a full beard typical of that of a Northernman. If he had to hazard a guess? This was a freeman from White Harbor. What game was this upstart playing at, Rycann pondered to himself.

"Why would I reward failure?" Rycann quipped. The petitioner was caught offguard, mouth agape as he tried to recompose himself. "A-as I mentioned m'lord, without coin for supplies not only would the small folk starve but traders such as myself wou-" Before the petitioner could finish, Rycann had signalled his household guards to take the man away. Such naked greed was unbecoming and he had enough of dealing with that for a lifetime.

Still, this wasn't the first time today he had heard of trouble among the small folk's harvest. It wasn't quite winter yet but the threat of starvation and instability had to be taken seriously. How Rycann had wished that they could just stated their pleas all at once instead of doing so one by one throughout the day though. Before he could lament further, the next petitioner had entered and it was his own son Alaric. While a common sight within the walls of the Dreadfort, the Bolton boy did drag along an interesting companion.

"Alaric, why do drag a man bound and gagged to my court." the Redmark stated dryly, staring at a beaten up peasant stripped down to rags.

"My lord father, this criminal had been caught poaching on our lands. I have brought him before you to exact justice." Alaric responded with greater enthusiasm as he yanked the chains of the criminal.

The lord of the Dreadfort could only rub the side of his face at the response to his inquiry. "Lad, why do you waste my time? You are born of this house, you are free to administer justice in our name. Cut off this thief's hands and feed them to Brack's hounds for all I care."

The accused could only weep at his fate as he was met with uncaring silence from everyone else at court. As Alaric dragged him away with ease, the next petitioner would be yet another peasant in somehow even worse clothing. "Milord, troubles over the Weeping Water's coast has scared my hens and they do not lay as muc-"

Rycann simply stood up and walked away. He had taken all the foolishness he could bear for today.








Location:Titans Academy
Episode #2.1.C&D: Additional Adversaries



As the ending credits ran on the small laptop, ME sloppily lapped his ‘hands’ onto the device’s top and slammed it shut. There was no ill emotion behind the sudden act, simply a lack of fine motor controls (and likely a lack of said motors to begin with) that currently plagued the amoeba-on-steroids called ME.

”GREAT WOW BUT NO GOOD BAD. THIS INFORMATION OF STREAMED HAS BEEN MAKES ME FEEL LEFT AND RIGHT INSIDE.” ME commented, sharing his feelings on the piece of art with his fellow Titan.

The Titan that had accompanied ME in this ocular odyssey was left speechless for a few moments. Only after piecing together his thoughts did the prince begin to speak. “That… was the greatest live action media production I have witnessed since coming to the surface.” Granted, those were far and few between but it was still high praise. “Though, I’m somewhat disappointed the doctor never said those words the social media denizens were clamoring about. Did I somehow miss it while being enthralled by the visuals and story?”

“LIKELY. COMPUTOR WEB WILL BE GREAT IN BEING CORRECT.” The alien commented, his sludge-like body, oozing down a bit from his robotic carapace as he took a break from holding his form together. With a sudden jerk, his body became more cohesive again and placed the laptop in his beaten and battered backpack. His robot body was built to be brutalized but the measly human-made backpack was never meant for the wear and tear of a genuine temp and part-time superhero.

”ME INTENT PIRACY FOR NEXT FILM. YOU SUGGEST? ME SUGGEST MOVIE BEFORE THIS MOVIE. UMPIRE ATTACKER CONTRADICT HE IS UMPIRE AS WELL. COMPUTOR WEB READ.” ME then brought his two arms up to give what could be interpreted as two thumbs up.

The image of undersea raiders attacking the royal tax collectors manifested in Dragonson’s mind as ME mentioned pirating the next movie they would be watching. While the term didn’t make that much sense, context clues allowed him to make an educated guess with his response. “I'm certain the Sillan coffers won’t be missing the few sycees I'll use to purchase our next film. Though, what exactly is an umpire?" The term felt familiar but perhaps he was confusing it with the empires that had risen and fallen while the kingdom of Silla stood proud.

”BLITZ WITH UN-FUR, NON-MUSCLE, NO STAR-RADIATION. HOT.” ME explained, beginning to head for the door ”FEED WITH DINING TO REQUEST WITH ME?” ME said in a tone that could be interpreted as if he was asking a question the Sillian.

“Ah, I suppose it is time for supper… Or perhaps lunch? I’ve honestly lost track of time.” The lack of his personal servants attending to his every whim was quite the shock at first all those years ago when he first left for the surface, and even today Dragonson needs a nudge towards fulfilling menial tasks every now and then. As he stood up from his seat in order to get to their next destination, the rush of blood and the numbness of his legs were enough to cause a noticeable ache. “Damnation. I honestly do not understand how you surface folk deal with being weighed down… Perhaps I shall petition lord Cyborg for a water pool in my suite to counteract this sensation.”

”YOU PREACH TO ME WHO IS GROUP OF ZEALOT SINGERS. GREAT BAD AMOUNT OF WEIGHT TO EARTH.” ME commented in agreement, moving out of the room and dragging his backpack behind him. After leaving the room ME’s focus was immediately drawn to the speedster veteran mulling around the tower, messing about with his communicator. Everyone’s favorite martian made his way over to see what was going on.

Upon hearing the Flash mention the mall as the team’s destination for their next lesson, Dragonson’s curiosity had to be addressed. “Sir Flash, how are we to proceed towards the location? Personally, I would love to take an aero plane if one was available for use as I haven’t been to the sky yet.” The prince had assumed that this was a leisurely outing. After all, why else would anyone go to the mall when you can use delivery services for all your perishables and luxuries. Regardless, the pair were ready and raring to go though they were currently unaware of the threat that awaited for them.




"We tamed the seas and took tribute from the land during time immemorial. Defeating these super villains will be, as you say, a cat walk.

... What? Why would dessert be able to move?"


NAME
Ahn Kwang-jo
ALIAS
Dragonson
AGE
20, July 27
APPEARANCE
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 61 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Colors: Pale Azure, Crimson Red when powered

PERSONALITY
Vigilant
Amicable
Proud

STATUS & MENTOR
Full-time - Cyborg

EXPERIENCE
As a member of the royal family of Silla, Dragonson was educated in many subjects befitting that of a prince which included aquamancy and swordfighting. The latter would be essential as he would inherit the magical blade of Tangun before departing for the surface world in order to join the Titans Academy. It is said to rend the skies and command the waves when mastered but for now it only acts as an amplifier for Dragonson's inherent magical powers.

With that said, Dragonson has no formal hero training and has only begun to learn the protocols that he is expected to follow.

POWERS
Hydrokinesis - Able to control bodies of water through magic runes tattooed on his body, strengthened by his sword Tangun.

Sillian Physiology- Just like that of an Atlantean, the Sillian body adapted to its deepwater environment and resulted in naturally heightened resilience.

Amphibious - Not only is Dragonson able to breathe underwater and on land, he also travels faster when swimming compared to most non-sea dwellers.

Aquatic Sovereign - Like the Aquaman, Dragonson can command the denizens of the sea though he can also summon them through water portals invoked by his magic.

WEAKNESSES
Separation from the Sword - Without Tangun by his immediate vicinity, Dragonson's powers drop to that of a normal Sillian. While more remarkable than an average person's capabilities, its absence limits Dragonson to basic water manipulation.

Lack of Water Sources- Without the presence of large bodies of water, the Dragonson cannot operate at full power either.

APPERANCE



BIOGRAPHY
Long ago, the kingdoms of the seven seas had enjoyed a splendid peace that isolated them from conflicts that raged across the lands. However, it would only take a few years to change the course of their societies. Atlantis would be the first to re-establish contact with the outside world, as the new Aquaman to take the throne had been raised on the surface. The Atlanteans were quick to send diplomats to the royal courts of the other abyssal kingdoms in an effort to convince them to reintegrate with the world as new global threats started to emerge.

The underwater Kingdom of Silla, claiming dominion over the Yellow Sea to the Bering Strait, had found themselves in a peculiar position. Their former tributaries on the East Pacific lands had devolved into belligerent states armed with weapons capable of mass destruction. Popular discourse among the Sillian people fell into two camps: the militarists who clamoured for a strong army to defend them versus the anti-aggressionists who advocated for diplomatic and economic ties with their neighbours. To satisfy both camps, King Munmu of Silla had chosen to pursue a modernization and expansion of their army without explicitly declaring an intent for war while also sending his children on diplomatic missions to the surface.

Taking the name Ahn Kwang-jo, the first prince of Silla known as Dragonson was given the task to be the diplomat to the territory they once called Goguryeo at the age of 18. Nowadays, this state now calls itself the Democratic People's Republic of Korea. While he wasn't familiar with surface culture, Kwang-jo did find his experiences quite eerie. All of his tours across the state were curated and directed in such a way Kwang-jo only saw what his handlers wanted him to see.

Curiosity got the best of him. On an unsupervised escapade, he would use his powers to quickly travel on the waterways of the country and witness the true state of the population. Shocked and horrified, Kwang-jo would resign from his post and inform his people what he had witnessed. This would only intensify debates between the two factions, boiling over to riots across the kingdom. Action had to be taken and a compromise was eventually reached. Prince Dragonson would follow the steps of the Aquaman and spend time on the surface among their pantheon of heroes. He will eventually return with power and experience — choosing the destiny of his people when the time is right.

NOTES
Met Cyborg on a highly publicized event sponsored by the U.N.
Has attended royal galas in Atlantis as an official representative of his nation of Silla.
Is a big fan of animation though often assumes that these are all historically accurate.
Uses a glamour charm created by the Conservatory of Sorcery in Atlantis to hide his real identity when out in public.

SAMPLE POST
The day had finally arrived. For weeks now, Atlantean and surface engineers had been hard at work collaborating with the royal architects of Silla in creating an airlocked dome that would allow the housing of foreign embassies, finalizing their integration to the international communities of the world. This momentous event was declared a holiday across the kingdom and the people were invited to witness the grand opening of the structure. King Munmu himself would attend though he would not be the one to give the royal ascendance and speech with regards to this achievement. Rolling out a device made of crystal and mithrilium, the foreign engineers would soon project a moving image of Silla's royal son in front of the crowd. Truly, the achievements of the outside world were quite the marvel to witness. The same could not be said of the prince's current state though. Though he was dressed in the majesty of his royal attire, the eyebags on his face were quite clear to those that witnessed the projection and his words would soon confirm just how tired he was.

"Loyal citizens of Silla! I thank you for your presence today in celebrating... this embassy opening!" The prince would take a momentary pause to regain his composure. Taking a deep breath before proceeding, he would expound about the wonders of the surface. "Uh, the surface world has quite the collection of luxuries and I would be remiss if I did not share them with you. In fact, I have spent the last few days constantly learning about their culture through these luxuries known as blue rays, completely unlike the manta rays of our domain. As such, I have asked the representatives of the Atlantean embassy to project an episode of this new media fascination of mine for the remaining time allotted to my speech. Glory to Silla!"

As the image of the prince dissipated, murmurs among the crowd started as they wondered what the prince had exactly meant. However, a new image replaced his royal highness. The crowd first fell to silence as a heavenly chorus began but this would eventually be followed by a cacophony of laughter as they witnessed the antics of this slob of a surface dweller seemingly afflicted with jaundice. Truly, this had to be the peak of surface comedy.
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