Here is a new story for the GrimmFall universe~! :3

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Fire was all that he remembered. Fire, pain and death. He had felt it in his gut as he had transferred the beast's remaining half. It was so much like that day, not that he wanted to remember it. He had given his only child a sad smile goodbye before he was released for good.

However, he did not go to the afterlife as he had thought he would. Instead, he had been told he had a greater destiny that was yet to come, and that he was needed in a new land.

The last thing he remembered before being cast out was pain all over his body before he blacked out.

Sharp blue eyes snapped open as he felt his newly resurrected body searing with pain. He could feel everything again, from the cold ground below his body to the stinging cold air as it rushed in and out of his barely reborn lungs. He could feel everything yes, but at the same time, he wished he was not in that pain because it hurt to even move.

Rain fell onto his skin, soaking him through his pants, his thin shirt and chainmail undershirt. His form shivered badly, his body searing with pain as he panted, which caused him to wish he was dead because he was in so much pain. His left hand twitched before it moved closer to his side, the same happening with his right hand not even a few seconds later. Gingerly, he pushed himself up slightly, only to nearly cry out in agony at the mere action. He grimaced, his blue eyes shutting tightly in pain. But he didn't stay down for long, as he finally managed to push himself up into a sitting position before he finally got to his knees and then stood up. Once he was standing upright, a wave of dizziness passed over him and nearly caused him to black out again. His vision slowly began to fade until he shook his head and forced that feeling aside.

Panting, he managed to begin to stagger his way through the trees and brush towards what had to be an opening out of the forest. He could feel everything aching, including his chest. It felt like his lungs were burning with the effort of taking in oxygen so he could breathe, and it was slowly getting worse. He couldn't focus on anything else except finding help. He had no idea where he was, or if he was even alive at all. Was this the afterlife? He didn't know if it was or not.

He made his way out of the woods, where he could see he was near some kind of road, or was it a path? He didn't know. Slowly, he staggered to the path/road, only for his vision to blur before blackness finally inked over and he wound up passing out, falling to the roadside and landing on the ground.

(Shows a young blonde-haired woman wearing a pink outfit with white boots and gloves, along with a dark pink helmet and scarf and white goggles)

Penelope Pitstop, heiress to a vast fortune, is in perpetual peril

(Penelope is shown tied to a log on a river)

from her fortune-seeking guardian, Sylvester Sneakly

(Shows Sylvester wiggling his eyebrows as he puts on his usual green hat, purple mask, and purple cloak)

Who unbeknownst to her, is her arch-nemesis, the Hooded Claw!

(The Hooded Claw laughs evilly as he is shown standing over Penelope, who is tied to a tree with an ax swinging to cut it down)

But she has her ever present protectors, the Anthill Mob!

(Shows the seven members of the Anthill Mob racing to her rescue)

What perils await our dear Penelope this time?

(Penelope is shown tied to train tracks, a train rushing towards her)

When we last left Penelope, she was driving to the new Pitstop Auto Mart for its grand opening, only to have the evil Hooded Claw cut her car off with a stalled train! And the Bully Brothers popped our princess into a package of prickly pear cacti before speeding away from the scene of the crime!

A young woman of about 17 years of age was looking around, seeing the landscape go by as she was carted off by the two Bull Faunus known as the Bully Brothers. "Oh. dear me! It seems I'm being taken away by the Bully Brothers."

The two Bully Brothers brought the young woman to a man in a purple hat, cloak, and mask, who had a long nose and glasses on as well. The young woman gasped. "Oh! The Hooded Claw!"

The masked villain laughed evilly. "Yes, Penelope Pitstop! It is I, the Hooded Claw! And now, you are in my clutches!" He laughed evilly again as he grabbed Penelope from the prickly pear cacti.

Oh no! The Hooded Claw has captured Penelope! What does he plan to do?

The Hooded Claw laughed evilly again before he took off with Penelope.

(Scene change)

But wait! Here come her protectors, the Anthill Mob!

The group known as the Anthill Mob and their car, Chuggaboom, were driving after the Hooded Claw. Clyde, the leader in his grey suit, frowned. "We gotta catch the Hooded Claw!"

Dum-Dum, in his blue suit, smiled dumbly. "Yep!"

Pockets, with his blue suit on, was looked at by Clyde. "Do you have anything that can save Penelope, Pockets?"

"I think so." Pockets declared as he activated his Semblance, Pockets. He reached into a pocket and began to fish around for something. "How about a net launcher?" He asked as he pulled out said launcher.

"Perfect!" Clyde said. He then looked at Snoozy, who was driving Chuggaboom. "Step on it Snoozy!"

Snoozy snored before responding to Clyde. "Yes, Clyde..."

Chuggaboom began to catch up to the Hooded Claw, who was driving a car of his own, but with Penelope inside it. She was bound up with rope tied around her chest and wrapping around her waist, tying her slender hands behind her back at her waist too. She even had her feet tied up, with the rope going around her ankles as well. There was even a gag over her mouth, which prevented her from crying out to her helpers.

The Bully Brothers, who were driving, looked back in the rearview mirror. "We're being followed, Boss." Both of them said as one. "It's the Anthill Mob."

The Hooded Claw gave a snarl. "Those seven shrimps!" However, he then sneered evilly. "They will not foil my plans for much longer..." The Hooded Claw gave an evil laugh again.

Oh no! What does the Hooded Claw have planned for our brave heroes?

"It's a surprise." The Hooded Claw said before laughing evilly again.

And what do you have planned, you foul fiend?

"No spoilers!" The Hooded Claw sneered.

(Scene Change)

The Hooded Claw has taken our heroine to an old abandoned mansion, where he has poor Penelope tied to a table!

"How are you holding up, Pitstop?" The Hooded Claw sneered as he loomed down over poor Penelope.

"What infernal scheme do you have in mind for me this time, you vile villain, you?" Penelope asked.

The Hooded Claw laughed evilly again. "I'm glad you asked, Pitstop!" He said as he pointed upwards. "You see that axe? It is tied to this vase, which, when knocked over by the cat chasing the mouse, will release the rope, and send it down, right onto your precious body! Then you will have two Pitstops for the price of one!" The Hooded Claw laughed evilly again.

"You mean old man!" Penelope cursed.

"Why thank you, Pitstop!" The Hooded Claw sneered.

Oh no! Is this the end for our brave Penelope?!

(Scene change)

But wait! Here comes the Anthill Mob to the rescue!

Clyde looked on as he saw the old mansion coming up. "Okay, Pockets! Fire the net launcher so we can pull down the bridge leading to the mansion's gate."

"You got it, Clyde!" Pockets replied as he aimed the launcher and fired said net. It latched onto the bridge.

"Okay, yous guys! Pull!" Clyde ordered. The Anthill Mob began pulling it down when Chuggaboom began to back up.

As soon as Chuggaboom backed up enough, the bridge came crashing down, opening the gateway to the Anthill Mob.

"We're in!" Clyde declared as he and the mob, along with Chuggaboom, sped inside the gate.

A groan escaped him as he regained consciousness, blue eyes fluttering open. He could feel his body aching as he made to get to his feet. Agony raced through his limbs as he staggered to his feet. His hand flew out and steadied his form against the nearest tree. Long blonde bangs hung down on the sides of his face, dripping wet with the rain as it fell all around him. His normally spiky hair was slicked with dampness, making it stick to his head instead of up like it usually did.

Heavy pants escaped his body, and the dull aching seemed to get worse, becoming more like a searing pain as it slowly spread out across his entire form. Some small part of him took note of his low chakra reserves, although his mind was too muddled by pain and a drive to find help to really pay attention to that small note he had made to himself. He began to stagger away from where he had just woken up from, noting the odd path/road seemed to lead towards a place of residence of some kind.

The sight of the old, run-down manor made hope swell in his burning chest, as any place of residence most likely meant someone was living there. He could feel his strength waning slowly, but he held on. He was not about to black out again, not before he made it to the house. Pants of agony escaped him as he slowly made his way to the old manor. Each step he took felt like he was stepping into a fire pit or on pins and needles, the pain was penetrating and tingling all over his legs and feet.

Slowly, one of his hands, his right, made its way towards a pouch on his right leg and pulled out a weapon that felt both foreign and not at the same time. Feeling the heaviness of the weapon gave him some comfort, as he was aware he was quite weak and in no condition to fight. He knew, judging by the shape and heaviness of the weapon, that it was one of his own, not that he knew why he had a signature weapon nor what it was really used for. All that he knew was that he had a weapon he could use to defend himself with.

He made his way closer to the old house, seeing for the first time how run-down it really was. Shutters were hanging loose and many windows were cracked, letting in air and the elements. The sides were covered in vines and other plant life, and everything seemed to be dark save for one small room on the second floor. That almost dashed his hopes, but seeing that small light gave him a reason to continue his pain-filled trek to the old house anyway. A light meant people, at least, from what he could barely recall anyway.

It felt like forever with how much agony and pain he was feeling, but he finally reached the old house. He shakily reached out and grabbed what looked like an odd brass knocker, one that looked like a yokai's face. The handle was knocked against the old oak doors, but there was no response. He reached up to try again, but the doors creaked open ominously. That small part of him that was forever a shinobi was at once put on edge, as his hand clenched the hilt of his weapon tightly on instinct.

Carefully, he crept inside, his body tense for possible combat. A part of him idly noted he was in no condition to fight and that retreat was most likely his best option. After all, very few could match his speed, both on and off the battlefield. However, the pain continued to make his mind feel fuzzy, which made it hard to recall anything else. The mere act of trying made his head feel like it was being pounded on by someone's feet or even a heavy weapon trying to turn his brains into mush.

Looking around as he entered the manor's main grand entranceway, sharp blue eyes, despite a muddled brain and a body racked with pain and agony, glanced around as if on high alert. He was getting the feeling someone was here, someone who was in trouble. He wasn't sure how he knew, just that he did.

He made his way towards the stairs and slowly began to climb up them to the second floor. He had no idea what awaited him, but whatever it was, he would fight to the best of his abilities.

The Anthill Mob has successfully entered the old mansion, but the Hooded Claw still has his nasty surprise in store for them. Can they find and save Penelope before it is too late?!

Clyde and the rest of the Anthill Mob were looking for Penelope in the old mansion, but they had not found any sign of her yet.

"Where is Penelope?" Zippy, clad in his blue suit, asked as he eyed his leader.

"We will have to search this place from top to bottom," Clyde replied. "And we will start with the top floor."

"Okay, Clyde..." Snoozy said before he snored again.

(Scene Change)

Meanwhile, the Hooded Claw is planning his dastardly scheme and is about to unleash a vile plot upon our brave heroes!

The Hooded Claw laughed as he watched the Anthill Mob coming up upon his lair.

"Now, it is time! Bully Brothers! Unleash the surprise!" The Hooded Claw sneered as the two bull Faunus nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Claw." They said at the same time before taking some packages to another room.

(Scene Change)

The Anthill Mob will have to be careful, because those vile Bully Brothers are up to no good!

Clyde and the rest of the Anthill Mob made their way up the stairs, Pockets still holding that net launcher in his hands.

"Okay yous guys. Be on the lookout for Penelope, the Hooded Claw, or the Bully Brothers." Clyde said as he looked around for any of the after-mentioned people.

Slowly, the seven members of the Anthill Mob made their way down the hall, looking around for their charge.

Clyde opened a door, only to see there was no sign of Penelope in the room, which was an old office. "No sign of her here." Clyde noted before the door was slammed shut.

The mob made its way down the hall, opening each door and zipping into each room before going onto the next room.

(Scene Change)

While the Anthill Mob is searching for our heroine, Penelope is pondering her perilous predicament.

Penelope was looking up at the axe as it was slowly swinging above her gently. The cat was chasing the mouse around the room, and getting closer to the vase that would release the axe onto her. "Oh, I do hope that cat doesn't catch that poor little old mouse."

The mouse was hiding under a couch, the cat trying to use its paw to get at the mouse.

Can anything save our brave heroine?

Penelope looked back. "I sure hope so. I have a store to open." She looked back up at the axe, which was still swinging slightly.

He was exhausted, a yearning to just pass out creeping up on him. Deep down, he wanted to respond to the urge, but he couldn't allow himself to black out. He had the feeling if he did, he would possibly die.

With heavy breathing, he tried to get air into his body, but the effort made his lungs hurt and burn. Even breathing sent spasms of pain throughout his form. Still, he kept walking up the stairs, slowly due to the pain each step brought him.

As he finally reached the second floor, he felt his body begin to fall backwards, but he steadied himself and managed to keep himself from completely falling. He used what little strength he had to heave himself up to the second floor and away from the staircase, causing him to land on the floor. The impact sent new waves of pain out throughout his body, making him groan in agony. Sweat was running down his face as his panting grew even heavier. However, he was not about to let the pain overcome his senses. He slipped his hands under his upper body and pushed himself up on shaking arms. He drew one knee close to his chest before pushing up on the ground and he hauled himself to his feet, but he swayed slightly before he leaned against the wall for a few seconds.

His chest was heaving even more now, and dizziness was making it hard to see; the room was in blurs of color and filled with fuzzy shapes he could barely make out. His once sharp blue eyes were now dull and glazed over with exhaustion and pain. He could barely stay conscious with blackness closing in from all sides. However, before blackness could ink over his vision fully, a laugh sent chills down his spine as it cut through the murkiness that clouded his mind. It wasn't a mental laugh like he had expected. No, it was more audible, meaning it was a physical laugh.

The laughter sent him back to full alertness as he looked back down the hall, his right hand gripping the tri-pronged weapon in his grasp tightly on instinct. He pushed away from the wall and made his way to where the laughter was coming from. Like before, each step was filled with pain and agony, but it was more dulled now due to the fight-or-flight response his body was giving off now.

Slowly, he crept closer, following the laughter to a closed-off room. The door was old and wooden, with a brass knob on it to gain access. Cautiously, a shaking hand reached out and turned the knob slowly, the door easing open with a mild creak. He peered inside, only for his blue eyes to widen in shock at the form he saw on the table. His breath left his throat as he stared at the blonde-haired beauty before him. She looked so delicate, and yet there was a resolve in her black eyes that he had seen only once before... in the eyes of his beloved late wife.

The Amazonian-looking beauty was bound to the table, the rope wound around her slender waist, binding her slender wrists behind her back and her delicate ankles together. Her face didn't hold a panicked look, but she was clearly concerned about something. Curious about what she was staring at, his blue eyes drifted upwards, and his breath caught in his throat as many different emotions raced through his mind at the sight of the large axe above her. The main emotions he felt were fury, rage, and disgust at who could do such a thing to someone like this young woman, but he also felt, concern, horror, and fear for her safety.

A loud screech-like yowl caught his attention as a cat ran by chasing a mouse. He didn't pay much attention to it though as his gaze drifted back up to the axe. He then caught sight of the rope leading away from the axe. His eyes narrowed a bit as he followed the rope with his line of sight before he saw where it was tied to. His breathing hitched as he realized what the plan was. Then he remembered the cat chasing the mouse. He, despite the fuzzy feeling muddling his thoughts, was able to put the pieces of the plan together.

Fury filled his body, giving him even more energy to draw upon. He felt his grip tightening on his weapon. He hefted the weapon to his face, holding it tightly. Then, he threw it, the silver points gleaming.

Penelope perked up when she felt the ropes around her loosening. She looked around as she sat up, wondering who had done it. "Hey! I'm free! Now I wonder who could have done that?"

She did not see the door was open slightly, nor did she see the oddly shaped weapon that was on the floor now. However, she also didn't see the axe as the cat finally knocked over the vase as it chased the mouse around the room. The vase fell and the axe was sent hurtling down towards Penelope. She looked up upon hearing the whistling of the axe as it came down towards her.

A gasp of horror escaped her, fear filling her body and paralyzing her to the table. Then, Penelope felt something slam into her as she felt these strong arms wrap around her, only for her to be pushed out of the way of the axe as it slammed into the table, cutting it in two. Penelope let out a small sound as she hit the ground, only to hear what sounded like a male voice grunting fromn the impact as well.

Looking over, Penelope finally caught sight of her savior. It was not one of the Anthill Mob, nor was it any of her other bodyguards. No, it was a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties, and he was about 5' 11". He had spiky blonde hair that stuck up in all directions, and two long bangs that hung down at the sides of his face. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and matching pants, with matching sandals as well. He had bandages around his lower legs just above his feet, and he wore a camouflage green vest that had a red swirl on the back of it. One of his eyes cracked open, revealing his eyes were the color of a cloudless sky and his skin was nicely tanned too. Sweat glistened as it ran down his cheeks, which were red in color from what Penelope guessed was an illness of some kind. His chest was heaving, indicating he was having trouble breathing as well.

Penelope was so entranced by this newcomer, she had no idea she had barely escaped harm. The unknown man pushed himself up slightly, and Penelope could see his arms were shaking with the effort. He was panting heavily as sweat dripped from his face in glistening rivers. His handsome face clamped into a grimace as he forced himself to his feet, his right hand clenching around an oddly shaped weapon. Now on his feet, the strange man swayed a bit with exhaustion before he suddenly tensed up as he heard the voice of her arch-nemesis.

"HEY! What's going on here?!"

Penelope gasped as she also turned. "Oh! The Hooded Claw!"

The unknown man turned as well, but he didn't seem to register the sight of the Hooded Claw at first.

"Who are you?!" The Hooded Claw demanded. "And how dare you interfere with my plans!"

At hearing this, the man's blue eyes, once clouded over with pain and fever, suddenly became clear and focused. The man dropped into a fighting stance as he hefted his odd weapon.

He heard the voice behind him, but he couldn't process it right away, his mind was so muddled from pain and exhaustion from using his technique. He hadn't intended to, but with that axe coming down, there had been no time to consider other options, so he had just reacted on instinct.

"Who are you?!" The odd man in the mask, hat, and cloak demanded. "And how dare you interfere with my plans!"

At hearing those words, he felt his mind clear as rage and fury filled his body. He slid into a fighting stance on instinct, holding up his signature weapon. "So... you're the one behind this...?" He hissed, his voice raspy and hoarse. He had never hated this man before him so much, heck he had never hated anyone so much before in his life. He watched the cloaked man, who just looked at two humans who had horns on their heads. "Bully Brothers, take care of him while I deal with Miss Pitstop myself!"

"Right Claw." The two horned-humans replied as they charged at him directly. He tensed before he let his body go into fighting on instinct. Even now, he had not forgotten how to fight. He lashed out with a round-kick as one of the 'Bully Brothers' lunged for him, but his kick knocked the first 'brother' back as soon as it made contact with the horned-human's face. The second 'brother' ran at him, head held low for a charge. He saw that out of the corner of his eye and threw his weight into a back-kick that broke the charging horned-human's nose.

The two horned-humans were knocked for loops, which was good. Fear suddenly filled his gut in the form of an icy chill as he remembered the girl. He looked around, only to see no sign of her in the room. Cursing his own weakened state, he pushed through the pain and agony he was feeling and ran out of the room. He was so tired...

Shaking his head, he tried to make the tiredness go away, but the motion only made him feel sick to his stomach, much to his dismay. He had to come to a stop and lean against the wall. He was heaving his chest, trying to make the feeling of nausea go away with his heavy breathing. However, it was only made worse. He groaned as he knelt down, his head resting on the cold, dirty floor. The cool floor felt good against his burning skin, enough to the point he wanted to just lay down and fall into the comfort of sleep. However, the memory of the girl came back and he knew he had to keep going. Taking a shaky breath, he pushed himself to his feet again, ignoring all feelings of nausea as he did so.

Cautiously, he made his way down the hall, only to catch sight of the cloaked man carrying the girl away. His eyes glinted dangerously as he began to run after. He could see the man look back and gasp in surprise. He didn't stop running. No, that man had to pay for trying to hurt that girl! He pushed his already tired body to run even faster before he pushed off the ground, lunging for the cloaked man. He drew back his signature weapon and thrust it forwards, catching the man in the arm so that he dropped the girl.

The Hooded Claw howled in pain as he dropped Penelope, his arm now bleeding badly. He glared at the blonde-haired man, who was glaring back with icy blue eyes that were hard as sapphires. "You... I will get you one day, just as I will get Penelope Pitstop one day!" With that, the Hooded Claw turned and ran.

Penelope looked over at her savior, who was still staring after the retreating form of the Hooded Claw. Even after the Hooded Claw vanished from view, the unknown man was still staring. His blue eyes were now looking like they were unfocused and not seeing the world around him. They appeared to be glazed over with fever and pain too.

Penelope cautiously approached him. "Thank you for saving little old me..."

The man's gaze flicked over to her, but he didn't seem to register what she was saying. "Hey, are you okay, mister?"

He could barely think, his mind was muddled so much. He couldn't hear anything around him clearly either. He felt something nudge him and his gaze turned to the girl. He could see her mouth moving, hear her voice, but her words didn't click in his mind, nor register with him in any way. He swore he was seeing two, no... three, or was it four, of her. His vision was blurry, and he didn't see anything around him save for fuzzy shapes. His head felt like it was on fire, and his limbs felt very heavy.

His skin felt slick with sweat, or was it rain? He couldn't tell, everything felt both hot and cold. Blackness finally inked into his line of sight and the world began to spin. He couldn't stay standing and he felt weightless for some reason. The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness for what he felt was for good was the feeling of two arms catching him. Then he fell into blackness.

(Scene Change)

Our brave heroes finally arrive and find Penelope is safe!

Clyde and the Anthill Mob arrived just in time to see Penelope safe and unharmed. "Look, it's Penelope! She's safe!" Softy weeped, crying tears of joy.

"Yeah, but who's that with her?" Pockets asked as he pointed at the odd man with Penelope.

"I don't know, but he looked to be in bad shape." Clyde noted.

The mob ran over to Penelope. "Penelope!" Clyde exclaimed as he reached her side with his men behind him.

Penelope looked back with relief on her face. "Oh! It's the Anthill Mob!"

"How'd you escape?" Yak-yak asked before he laughed.

"It was this person who saved me." Penelope said as she looked down at the young man she was holding.

Clyde hummed in thought. "He needs to get medical help."

"We can take him." Softy weeped.

"Good idea." Clyde agreed. "You coming, Penelope?"

Penelope nodded. "Yes, let's go."

With the help of the Anthill Mob, Penelope got her savior into Chuggaboom before the mob then began to drive off, leaving behind the old mansion.

Our heroes are headed off to the hospital! But what about the Hooded Claw's surprise?

The Hooded Claw laughed evilly from where he was hiding. "Oh, it will be a doozy, I assure you!"

And just what do you have planned, foul fiend?!

"As I said, it's a doozy!" The Hooded Claw sneered.

(Scene Change)

Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't hurt our heroes!

Penelope was in the back of Chuggaboom, checking over the odd young man. He didn't seem to have any injuries, but his condition couldn't be assessed very well with where they were at the moment.

"How's he doing?" Clyde asked Pockets; Pockets himself was in the back with Penelope and her savior.

"He's not doing so well, Clyde." Pockets reported. "His fever's too high."

"Don't you have anything that could cool him down?" Clyde asked.

"I think so." Pockets replied as he began to dig into his Pockets for something to try and help.

Our brave bunch is getting into the city, and are nearing their destination! I hope they can make it in time! But wait... What's this? I hear an odd... ticking sound... Oh no! Is this the surprise the Hooded Claw has set up for our intrepid heroes?!

Clyde frowned. "Do any of yous guys hear a ticking sound?" As soon as he said that, Clyde felt fear flood his body as he realized what that was. "Oh no..."

He looked back to Pockets. "Pockets! Pull the shield!" That was the last order Clyde would ever give to Pockets.

Pockets froze at hearing the fear in his boss's voice. If Clyde was scared, then he had good reason to be scared as well. Pockets reached into his Pockets and pulled out the shield Clyde had ordered him to pull out. He was about to hand it to Clyde, but the Anthill Mob leader instead shoved it back at him, Penelope, and Penelope's savior. The last thing Pockets heard was Clyde saying only one thing to him. "I'm sorry..."

Then, the heat came before the pain finally overtook him and all went black.

Police sirens sounded as ambulances arrived at the scene of the explosion. All that remained of the car was a molten pile of scrap that was burning. Nine forms could be seen, but only three were unharmed, thanks to the shield that had protected them. The other six were all maimed in some way, some missing limbs, and one missing both eyes as well as part of his mouth.

As police began to gather evidence, it became clear this was the work of the Hooded Claw, but as no one could find the villain, the police had to leave the case unsolved, much to their disgust.

But unbeknownst to the Hooded Claw, he had just begun the slow spiral to his demise, both as a villain, and as his alter ego...

Name: Penelope Pitstop

Gender: Female

Semblance: Sommeil (Slumber) - Can put enemies to sleep by releasing a sleep-inducing mist. Anyone caught in it is out like a log

Aura: Medium violet red

Weapon: Charmante Felin (Charming Feline) - A parasol that can be used as a weapon. A sword is contained in the handle, while the umbrella part itself can be used as a shield against weapons such as bullets.

Name: Pockets

Gender: Male

Semblance: Pockets - Can hold anything he finds in his pockets by shrinking it down. Maximum limit is a 65 ton Main Battle Tank

Aura: Dark grey

Weapon: None - Pockets will use whatever weapons he has stored in his pockets.

Name: Hooded Claw (Sylvester Sneekly)

Gender: Male

Semblance: Unknown - Claw's Semblance is unknown, but it is theorized it has to do with his disguise

Aura: Purple black

Weapon: Unknown - It is not known if the Hooded Claw has any weapons or not.

Bet you didn't expect a new story! :3 Well, enjoy~! :3