Tragedys of The Past

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl sat in the Viligante Hideaway all alone. It happened to be raining at the moment and absolulty nobody besides him seemed to be there at the moment. Cowl as dressed in his normal attire of a black cloak that covered all of his body. The hood had been pulled up at the moment as the rain poored down on his body. Cowl continued to sit in the rain just out of the reach of the top where everything under it remained dry. Cowl was getting soaking wet in the rain and the logical thing to do would to go inside. Why he didn't remained a mystery to anyone who passed by. A few people ran under the protection of the overhang passing them by. A few even took a look at him wondering why possibly he would want to sit in the rain and get soaking wet.

The reason for this at the moment was because Cowl was feeling a bit depressed. It had been only two days since his strange arrival to the academy. He had atteneded his classes and done everything he should have. But during the class time he just couldn't seem to get the images of his master out of his mind. How Cowl himself sent Death after his master after Cowl was pushed to hard. It wasn't his fault Death sort of just reacted to how Cowls weakness. That was why he was depressed. He kept thinking that if he could only become stronger then maybe anyone he ever cared about wouldn't dissapear. That was why he wanted to attend Twilight Moon Acadamy in the first place. To grow strong and to defend himself.

Cowl continued to let the rain soak his cloathing not carrying in the least. Finally Cowl stood up and looked outward towards the heavens. Lightning was brighting up the sky. Cowl couldn't help but hope that maybe one day he woud be strong enough to control the power. That maybe someday he would be worth something.

[J-Bear!]

Dae wandered the Vigilante Hideaway alone, filled with memories, good mostly. She closed her eyes and blinked them open, trying to keep focus through all the rain. She loved the rain, not having much in Zmaiya. She suddenly saw a figure come into focus, and saw it was a guy. She skipped over to him, her hair, unusually down, swinging side to side.

"Hi! I'm Dae, who are you?" She said cheerfully, despite her somewhat emoish appearance. She tilted her head and grinned, letting the rain fall on her lanky figure.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne sat on the ground below, silent as usual. It was amazing, really- her entire time here at Twilight Moon Academy and she'd managed to go the entire time without a single word, it was made easier by a generous donation of blood from another student but it's effects were wearing off and Eithne recognised that her fasting off blood couldn't last much longer and she'd either have to drink from the vial in her pocket or find someone who was willing to give blood- and she really didn't like the stale taste of stagnant blood like what was in the vial. She was only ever satisfied with living, flowing blood so usually she would hold off for as long as possible. Her black hair wasn't pulled up away from her face at the moment, instead it hung in delicate waves around her face as she sat beneath the others on the ground, her ears listening to them rather boredly as she sorted through her ever present thoughts and horrid memories. Her overly large jacket hung to her frail frame as she sat there, her boots gripped on the turf and she opened her mouth, her tongue catching raindrops as they fell. Eithne seemed rather peaceful at the moment as she brought her head back and gently laid it against the wall that pressed agaist her back.

[dain]

Beyond the downpour of rain a grand rumble came from the Dark Forest below as trees swayed like they were but brittle twigs. The cry of a beast in pain could be heard as well as a large crack, almost like a falling oak, resounding for only a second. The rain absorbed the rest of the echo. Trees rustled below for a period of seconds until complete silence befell the forest once more. Only the fleeting sound of wet fabric could be heard by the most acute ears.

A shadow flowed into the air, a giant shadow, that quaked with the authority of greatness. Hooves for feet and devil's horns could be outlined, along with two extra human-like legs and the small bulge on the shadow's shoulder. As the being started to fall, fur could be heard flapping against the wind -- along with a pair of wet slacks. The form landed behind the three children with a thud of mighty proportion, shaking the rafters of the roof and releasing an extra disperse of rain water that seemed to collect along the eave. Then, miraculously, the shadow split. The crash of a heavy body fell to the left, a dead minotaur, and to the right stood tall as a giant -- Dain. His black slacks were damper than even the thick fur of the minotaur, though, that was about the only article of apparel he had on at the time.

He had no shoes, just bare feet that arched ever-so-gracefully in the middle. His chest and back were exposed with the look of a well-tone and muscled body, his abdomen pumped from the grand leap he just performed to get on top of the roof. On his back one could make out the Drow symbol for Death entertwined with the symbol for Soul cut in as a scar, a very large scar, for it encompassed his entire back. A bloody gash flowed down from his left pectoral, it being pierced by the minotaur's horn when he fought the beast. His tanned skin was slowly being washed and refreshed by the rain from above.

He ran his fingers through his hair and shook it, cleaning out any debris, then took some of the rain and washed his face of dirt and grime from wrestling the beast to the ground. Only then did he notice the three behind him, but did not act surprised or embarassed. Only started with his own regular greeting...

"Well, I was here an hour ago and no one was perching in my place. The odds that three people are here in this downpour doesn't seem odd to me, but still unlikely. I can never have a moment for myself, can I?" He questioned, dropping down to the flat of his back beside the minotaur. He opened up his mouth and drank in the rain, but if anyone had paid attention to the gash on his chest, it was slowly sealing as was the blood going away. If either of the two were Drow, they'd know why from the symbols on his back.

"Now if I may, what are you three little ones doing out here? Playing with the lightning? Don't try that, it only brings about distress..."

[Kim-la]

Damien walked in, his head covered by the hood of one of his many hoodies, as well as wearing sunglasses. Odd considering that it wasn't exactly sunny. He looked like he had been running in the rain, Damien was wet from head to toe. He didn't make any move to talk to any of the others, as far as he knew, these people knew each other, and he had no reason to but in a conversation. He leaned against a wall under the shelter so he wouldn't get any more wet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of raw bacon, and began popping the strips into his mouth. Most people would find his little habit gross, but he wasn't exactly here to make a good impression on anyone. he was used to people not really liking him/ caring of his existence. Damien saw Eithne, a familiar face, and expected to be glared at again. For some reason or another, she seemed to hate him. Damien was still working out a reason why. Maybe he had been breathing to much for her liking. Though that was unlikely because Damien had an oddly slow pulse. Probably brought on by being half vampire.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne looked towards Damien silently, she didn't glare, but she didn't seem exactly happy that the half vampire was here to bother her... again. Her red eyes seemed to peirce through Damien's sunglasses as she looked towards him and she seemed to watch, peircing into Damien's soul, prying it apart in those few moments and she then looked towards Dain, she hoped her mind wouldn't be bothered right now by anyone who might try to pry into it- she'd already learned that some people thought that the pasts of others were free game and something that could be freely sorted through, and well... Eithne wasn't too terribly fond of that concept. From the looks of Mr. Macho Man he probably wouldn't think twice before attempting to peirce someone's thoughts. She already wasn't too fond of the overconfident baffoon. Her red eyes looked towards Cowl and Jatza- they didn't seem to be very much of a threat at all and she smiled, which was a somewhat disturbing occurance since Eithne's smile displayed her long, sharp canines and there was always a malicious thought behind it.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl stood in the rain as the visions of his past continued to flash through his mind until he heard someone’s voice. The visions halted as he looked up to see a girl either younger then him or his age standing in front of him. As she greeted him he didn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to say hi back? Was he supposed to shake her hand? The whole concept of greeting to him was forerun. He turned to her and let out a small smile. He continued to keep the hood up which completely covered his face and his terrible piercing eyes. “I’m Cowl.” He told her as a noise came from the wilderness. Then there was silence and a few seconds later a man was standing in front of them. He seemed to be pretty tall and muscular as well. Cowl didn’t know what to make of the man, or of the female vampire below. The Drow had odd scars on his back and his whole appearance made a shiver send up his spine. Cowl didn’t know what to say to him as he spoke to them. Its not like he had he power or anything to control lightning. But he wished he could for that matter. Cowl spoke his voice not that caring. “Who cares if one plays with lightning? It isn’t harming you is it?” Cowl’s voice was a bit dim as if he didn’t want the Drow to hear it.

[dain]

(Dain's not a Drow... he's human.)

"Well, it did ONCE. Like I said, don't play with lightning. It only brings about distress..." Dain repeated, tracing a scar along the side of his abdomen, a frown appearing on his face.
"And trust me on this, when someone says that lightning doesn't strike in the same place twice... stick an iron rod in their shirt and see what happens."

Dain didn't recognize anyone, even the boy behind them all, stalking with a gaze at the little girl. Though, one did seem VERY familiar to him... he still couldn't quite place who she was. Dain never had quite the memory for names, but for location. He distinctly remembered seeing her in the graveyard once. The three others he immediately dubbed as 'new' to the school.

"You two must be new." Dain deducted, pointing to Eithne and Cowl. "Along with that boy staring at you, little girl." He commented, pointing to Damien then back to Eithne.

"I'm Dain, nice to meet your three. Though, under better circumstances would ahve been an add-in. Talking in a downpour is not always wise. Each of our bodies has a slight magnetic field, not enough to attract metal, but to attract lightning when wet... that's another story." Dain explained, hopping up and turning to the felled minotaur next to him. In a flash, his hand reached toward the horn and a silver dagger sliced it clean off, producing a nice utensil for scraping. He walked up the roof and started scraping around them all, making an octagon, and in the middle he traced a quick, simple symbol of Niar. As Dain stomped on the symbol in the ground, the rain parted almost immediately and flowed over them all. The sight was almost like being under a river as the rain flowed around an invisible dome. Even the roof inside the circle wasn't getting wet from the rain going down the roof, it stopped like hitting an invisible wall. The minotaur horn in his hand broke and blew away in a myriad of dark blue specks. A sacrifice Niar crucifixion. A basic one.

"There, that's much better. I grew tired of getting rained on, my shower ended the moment all the blood and dirt washed off me." Dain said, falling into a cross-legged lotus on the roof.
"As a point, that wasn't meant to show-off. Actually, if the people who made that kind of magic saw me, I would be laughed out of the academy by now..." He pointed out, leaning back and falling onto his back, unentagling his legs and lying with his hands underneath his head - eyes to the stars.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne approached the group, standing under the dome and she looked towards Dain, completely silent though her facial expression seemed to convey the words 'Despite what you may like to think- I'm not a little girl' Her large, beautiful crimson eyes harsh and rather heartless as she brushed a few wet strands of hair from her face and she stood there, looking from one person to another silently and one might say rather hatefully. But no- this was her nuetral face, anyone who actually KNEW Eithne would know that... or atleast they will know as soon as they actually have the displeasure of seeing Eithne's many hateful expressions.

She wrung the cool water from her hair as she stood there, it was odd how many people at this school seemed to have a fondness for randomly standing on rooftops- oh well, apparently some things couldn't be avoided around here. Her overly large jacket was sopping wet and looked fairly uncomfortable to be honest, though Eithne gave no indication that she was in any kind of discomfort, she simply raised an eyebrow at the somewhat whimsical way that Dain had decided to look towards the sky- even though the rainclouds above hid the stars from sight. 'weirdo...' she thought silently to herself, her mind heavily guarded from intrusion. She had much practice at sheilding her mind, several hundred years of a vampire's lifestyle did that to someone since people would try to manipulate you on a daily basis and only one of a truly hardened mind would be able to make it for any long period of time- one of the few useful things she had ever learned from Alysdair.

[J-Bear!]

((You guys, are you really that used to RPing with Jatza that you have to call Dae, Jatza? XDDDDDD Just kidding. But this is Dae. ))

Dae raised her hand. "I'm new too!" She said, jumping up and down. Her slightly elongated demonic ears drooped when Dain made the force field thing around them. "Awww, but I like the rain." She said, stepping outside of the octagon. "By the way, well met Cowl, and Dain. And what're your names?" She asked, referring to the vampires, who seemed to know each other.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl stood silent as the rain stopped because of the dome. He really did like the rain and was acustomed to it. That was why he was sitting in the rain. The sound of it touching the earth always helped Cowl fix his mind on one thing. He helped him concentrate. As the man called Dain talked to Cowl, he didn't even look at him or acgnolidge what he said. He was not that intrested in the vampire that much either. He had seen his share of vampires in London. Alot of them seemed to like that city and he had never known why. Cowl took off the hood of his cloak revealing his face. He had long black hair and his eyes were colored crimson red. His face was broud and had alot of distinguishment in it. As Cowl looked at Dae as she told him he was a new student, Cowl did nothing. He mearly placed his staff on the ground and sit down next to Dain. He still had a sense that Dain wasn't all what he seemed. He just couldn't shake the feeling off. Cowl sighed aloud as he looked at the vampire waiting to learn its name.

[Kim-la]

"I'm Damien. And for the record, I don't like her." Damien said, pointing to Eithne, defiantly not wanting to get anything confused in that department... He was still puzzled why Eithne seemed to have been so angry at him during class, but it looked like she hated Dain more than him right now, and he was just fine with that. He stretched out his legs and stuffed another piece of raw bacon into his mouth. He couldn't help but think how odd people where here... Miss. Glaring Eithne, Oddly Happy Dae, Not Looking so Happy Cowl, and Running Around Without a Shirt on in a Storm Dain. But then again, Damien supposed that eating raw meat around people he didn't know hardly made him 'normal'. Damien looked about, wondering why it seemed that so many people had red eyes around here... That was actually the reason he had the sunglasses, no one could see his own eye color. Damien’s eyes were mostly brown with red around the outside rim, and back home, that would scare most people away… Though around here, it actually seemed normal. “So…. What now?” Damien asked, his sunglasses still covered with water droplets. In fact, there were so many drops on the lenses, it was amazing that he could see anything out of them at all…

[dain]

"You know, Damien. There's nothing really we hide here, and I doubt anyone would think your eyes freakier than Cowl's here. Heheheh. Besides, we're all freaks to those mortals in one way or another. Me, hell, they're so intimidated by me at times I'm labeled as a beast from down below."
Which is actually the truth... in a way... Dain thought, his mind shielded at all times.

Dain forgot about something he used earlier and rose his hand for only a moment, the silver dagger lying on the roof bolting through the air to his hand. With a quick movement, his hand went down and stuff the glittering blade back into the secret compartment in the hem of his slacks.

"Hmmm..." Dain thought out loud, looking at the sky above. The clouds didn't block his view of the stars, one only had to look beyond their sight to uncover the mess and tangles of sparks in the night sky.
"Leo is up in the sky tonight. That's an odd constellation to see in this location... especially since I saw Capricorn only a week ago. The astronomy here at this place is intriguing..."

[J-Bear!]

Dae just said, "Well met, Damien. But I still don't don't know your name." She said, pointing to the other vampire, and tilting her head.

[Kim-la]

Damien looked at Dain, his expression seemed to say 'WTF??'. A piece of Bacon had been heading toward his mouth, but now was being held inches from its target. Damien blinked a few times, slightly freaked out that Dain was able to know what he was thinking... 'It would be much appreciated if you would stay out of my head please.' Damien thought for good measure, finally sticking the piece bacon into his mouth. Though Dain said that his eye color was nothing to be concerned about, Damien kept his sunglasses on... Perhaps out of habit more that anything.