Kim-la
Sophomore
Student - Duemi, Damien Valentine [M:1000][M:1100][M:4000]
If at first you don?t succeed; don?t attempt skydiving
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Post by Kim-la on Jun 8, 2007 18:44:54 GMT -5
Duemi came running in, Lyra on her heels. She slid to a stop, looking at all the people here. She face fell and she looked horribly confused. Part of her wanted to go and rip out Suzume's throat (refer to Neko and Duemi's date at the ninth heaven) but part of her told her not to. So Duemi looked at each person, horribly, horribly confused. She inched over to Akira, the only person she knew for sure she shouldn't be attacking. "Um, Akira? Little direction here?" She asked hopefully, her dagger at the ready.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 9, 2007 13:04:36 GMT -5
Akira pointed towards Takami and Ouwashi "There's too much to explain at this moment... but let's leave it at those two aren't exactly themselves right now..." she said, with a nod, placing a hand on Duemi's shoulder, "So then... are you ready?" she asked with a smile as she looked towards the others who were here with them.
Terent began walking towards the group, whistling a happy little tune to himself, he'd fight if he had to... but so far he saw no need. His greenish blue hair was tied back in a ponytail which blew in the light breeze that swept through the air briskly, his purple gaze looked about him for a while, and then he wondered if Jatza had followed like he suggested, since well.. any large amount of people gathering for a fight often proved to be intruiging- and his talents might be needed as well.
Ouwashi watched the number of opponents just grow, and grow. Her eyes were looking foreward to the challenge of the fight ahead then she began wondering why the hell nobody had made a move to fight yet, one of her eyebrows were cocked with curiosity.
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jun 9, 2007 15:17:35 GMT -5
Jatza followed Terent like a dog, eager to do something. She was desperately bored, so she sung quietly to herself. Instead of the incident on the boat, this time she kept her temper and only sung a light-hearted song in Zeprythian. It was a well-known lullaby, not her lethal one, but a baby's lullaby. It was called 'Light of the Forest Wonders' by her mother. She tried to see if any of the people in the group her mentor was walking to were familiar, or even Zeprythian, but she couldn't see one friendly face.
Jatza walked, and she listened as her feet created soft, barely audible thuds on the ground. She smiled; the sounds reminded her of home, although that wasn't what she was smiling about. Her pupils dilated as she went into a flashback of her childhood.
A young Zeprythian princess, dressed in peasant's garments, wandered the lands around her birth tree, and soon, a young peasant walked toward her. She quickly stiffened, and pulled the boy's britches she bought higher, so as to look poorer. The young boy, Zerro, came to her, extending his hand. She hesitantly took it, and they rushed off, trying to find a legendary tree that held extraordinary powers. But then, the young princess' mother found them, and Princess Jazmyne got taken away from her first and only friend, and was punished continuously for 32 hours . . .
As the flashback turned horrid, Jatza's pupils expanded and her eyes filled with fear. She went into a spasm, and she started screaming uncontrollably. Her body was wracked by convulsions, and she couldn't stop crying. This was the first time since her punishment all those years back since this happened.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 10, 2007 12:22:43 GMT -5
Terent looked towards his student with suddent worry, "Take it easy, lass! D'you need to rest or somethin'?" he asked, he didn't want his student to hurt herself, though that sort of thing seemed to happen alot around here. His purple eyes showed that he wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do but his vision flashed to the battle-to-be and then to his student.
Akira looked behind her at Jatza, "I'f you're only going to get in the way, I suggest you'd go away..." her voice sounded cold, but it was fully true in her mind. If someone wasn't physically fit to fight and would hinder others or put themselves in extensive danger then they shouldn't be here, otherwise there might be some... injuries.
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Kim-la
Sophomore
Student - Duemi, Damien Valentine [M:1000][M:1100][M:4000]
If at first you don?t succeed; don?t attempt skydiving
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Post by Kim-la on Jun 10, 2007 13:53:37 GMT -5
Duemi nodded to Akira and transformed into her cheetah form, rolling her cheetah shoulders, discharging bult up electricty from her claws into the ground. She stood shoulder to shoulder to Lyra, who in turn was looking at her. What are we going to do? She asked telepathically. First, wait and see. See who else shows up. Be ready though. Duemi responded. Lyra nodded and waited to see what would happen.
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jun 10, 2007 14:24:43 GMT -5
Jatza stood up, shaking.
"I'm fine. You would do that too if you had suffered what I did. Do you want to? I may look meek, but I am healthy and strong. Ask my teacher. I managed to do whatever he asked on the way here with no problems," Jatza said coldly. She did not want this person to think any less of her because of the past she had suffered through. In fact, maybe she should show her what had happened to her.
"I can show you what happened."
(Go to the Karaoke Stage and read Jatza's post.)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 10, 2007 15:21:06 GMT -5
Akira could have said something about her own past but she didn't, "Fine then, but be careful- if you break into a 'fit' again, there might not be anyone who can help you." She said, her gaze zeroed on Jatza. "Do y-"
"We're waiting!" Ouwashi called to the students and various other peoples.
Akira looked over towards Ouwashi and narrowed her eyes, there was probably enough word around the school about this whole 'encounter' that was going on that some more people would arrive throughout the fighting.
Terent looked towards Duemi for a few moments with an expression that showed confused astonishment, he shook his head though, it was probably just a coincedence... yeah, most likely. He had full faith that Jatza would be able to handle the fight, he smiled, "We'll I'd be thinkin' we've spent 'nough time sittin' 'ere on out asses." He commented as he pulled the three Francisca Axes from within his coat, two of them were heald in the same hand, seperated and comfortable in his grip with skillfull handling, he'd fought like this for a long time, it was easily apparent.
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jun 10, 2007 17:56:38 GMT -5
"Like I said, I'm fine. That was the first time in several years this had happened. I promise you it won't happen again. But yes, I understand," Jatza said, trying to be friendly, and it obviously not working very well.
She looked into her rucksack, pulling out her ribbons, her staff, her Tear of the Angel, and her Blade Charm. She also pulled out two collapsible bamboo sticks, wrapping and tying the ribbons around them. She put the blade on one of her ribbons with a keychain she had put it on, making sure it wouldn't fall by tying a knot around the clasp. Then, she put the Tear of the Angel charm on her wrist. She held the staff and orb in one hand, and the ribbons in her left, spaced like Terent's Francisca Axes. She showed no signs of the fit she had just thrown, looking cold and fearless instead. Jatza's eyes transformed yet again, though, by changing so there was no pupil or iris, or white, but just a trance-like, descending darkness. Her armour, the tattoo of the Great Oak Tree was, as usual, already put into effect. Her wings spread from their normally limp position to wide open like a butterfly. Her transformation from a weak, suffering, spoiled little princess into a strong, confident warrior was complete.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 11, 2007 18:09:22 GMT -5
Several teachers from Twilight Moon Academy were ready for battle as well, each with thier own special abilities and each with thier own thoughts on the matter- some even weren't planning on fighting at all, just here to make sure nobody got hurt.
Lynnexia slid a large claymore sword out of it's sheath which was strapped heartily to her back and the blade glimmered with blue light as power surged into it and it's pommel hummed lightly with the electronic mechanisms activating within it. Her weapon was in perfect working order and her dark eyes showed confidence for the task ahead.
Deveron looked toward his student- Duemi and nodded, a katana soon appeared in his hand and he twirled it into reverse-blade position, his deep green gaze was calm and relaxed as electricity crackled accross the blade of his weapon as wel as arcing accross the buttons of his deep blue jacket, his brown gloved hands tightened around his weapon and he smirked.
Sa looked towards Takami with a somewhat pained expression, she was going to end up fighting her student and she earnestly hoped he wouldn't die. Her icy blue eye shimmered with magic whilst her dark red right eye kept focused on the task ahead and magic twisted through the air like light as it weaved in delicate strands into a bow, a quivver of light arrows formed on her back. A large wolf stood next to her, it's pelt a midnight black and his yellow eyes glared at Pendragon, "Told you." was all he said to Sa who just shot him an unhappy look.
Gavin looked over the group of people with his merlot purple-red eyes as he pulled a flute out of it's special pocket in his jacket, it was silver in color and carried the name Cuid Mhor, his face carried a fairly melancholy expression but he gave out the aura that he could be one to be trusted, his feet were spaced apart, a direct line from his shoulders to his heels, his leather jacket flowed down to his ankles and he raised his flute to his lips, ready to begin playing his song.
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jun 11, 2007 18:42:29 GMT -5
Jatza surveyed the group of gifted individuals, wondering what each and every one of their powers were. Some of them she was able to guess; others, she wasn't. She stood by Terent, trying to figure out who to fight. She just decided to fight whoever Terent did. Her entranced eyes flickered over the landscape in an odd manner. She sighed; it wasn't the soft, earthy terrain she was used to. It was rocky, jagged, and full of cliffs. Even if Terent went into battle, she wouldn't. She was the supportive type, healing, etc. She only performed real attacks when she felt they were needed. She realized that when battle came, she might need to fly. Jatza settled on the fact that she was going to hover over everyone if the situation called upon her to do so.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 12, 2007 19:56:50 GMT -5
The grim face of battle was upon them, and the mood and faces of the others reflected it. Cheshire, neither the confident nor hopeful type, nevertheless stayed with the rest of them, ready for the fight. It was awkward, not at all like the Naut'Shinder battle. Only two opponents stood waiting, still and watchful as wolves ready for the hunt. His solemn fir green eyes were narrowed with anticipation. With a small nod the elf shifted in position, a finely crafted lyre in hand, thinking mournfully that those two would be more than enough trouble before the end of this day.
Darishan also had arrived at the sidelines, his character being one to attract as little notice as possible. Not one to change as well, he wore dark clothes similar to before, and his longish hair was still the rose red hue of freshly spilled blood. Though Darishan looked more or less the same, he craned his neck to see over the many heads quite taller than him to see Suzume, who was more or less unrecognizable.... and not just in appearance.
Was it some sort of guilt by default that he felt, that somehow the necessary fight with Renjiro and Ameratsu had made her leave, and thus become so twisted? Nothing that special or defined... real emotion was a difficult thing for Darishan to grasp. Rather, just a feeling he should be there to finish a fight he had assisted in starting... Pale face and pale eyes stoic, the necromancer unstrapped his staff.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 13, 2007 8:35:06 GMT -5
Ouwashi dissapeared from where she stood, "Try to keep up, Takami..." she laughed, clouds of dust appeared to one side and at seemingly the same moment the trail lead to the group and all of the people were in the midst of a fight, though Ouwashi focused on only one person.
Akira dipped backwards, her hand touching the ground and she swept her leg in front of her, of course though, it simply passed through Ouwashi's ankle and of course such a thing wasn't what Akira was ready for and with the force of her attack she was pulled into a roll to her right as Suzume's weapon dragged through the air and slammed into the earth. Akira slid one foot beneath her and was now in a crouch, she smirked, this battle was just beginning and may get interesting.
Deveron's weapon crackled with electricity and he came into the fight, his katana sliced towards Ouwashi who pulled away, her black eyes deadly.
Makashi offered his hand to Akira who took it gladly and stood up next to him, the two looked towards each other and smiled, "You ready?" Makashi asked.
"Definately." And the two dissipated from sight into great, unnatural speed.
"Come on guys!" Akira's voice rang out, calling the others to battle, they should focus on Ouwashi untill Takami arrived.
Ouwashi bended and twisted in unnatural ways, every once in a while a hit would be made, water droplets would scatter from her body and seep into the ground as the battle continued.
Neko was ready to fight as well, in his hand he heald a staff with a couple cords on one end, coins tied along the cord and they jingled slightly, Neko seemed to have every obligation to be here, guilt tinged at him- he was supposed to help keep this from happening to Suzume, now look at the situation. He shook his head and the raven cawed from above, the creature's eon wings glistened in the light and it landed on Neko's shoulder, moving it's beak to his ear and began murmuring something into the cat demon's ear. Neko nodded in understanding to the plan, he didn't seem to be paying much attention to Akira, whether or not it was a good thing was left to be reckoned. He twisted the staff in his grip so the side on which the leather straps were tied to stuck in the dirt and precise moments carved a circle into the dirt and he began inscribing complex combinations of symbols and equations. The raven cawed, only very few were able to understand the bird, "Breaking THREE prohibitions and a quadruplefold helix of enchantment?! And you're still adding to it? Aah! What could possibly be so complex for this? This is insane Neko, how will you gain equilibrium- it's already too one sided! You'll need atleast seven spirit guards!" The raven squawked angrily, "You'll get yourself killed to make up for the uneven prospects!" The bird didn't want Neko to die... would've been exceedingly bad. Neko continued with the symbols, not paying attention to the battle. This kind of magic he was using was called 'etscribetry' and it required a heavy knowledge of different ways to pull someone from death- or a demon from the underworld. This didn't neccessarily mean he knew how to perform all the different ways of ressurection, it just meant that he knew about them. He'd spent the majority of his time learning this kind of necromancy while his sister had spent more of her time controlling her visions- this kind of magic was his specialty but it was known to take erratic spins and dangerous outcomes if performed correctly, as well as being hard to initiate since the spell's casting would be cancelled if the symbols were swept away. "Neko... what are you doing?" The raven said as he began inspecting the symbols, "Are you sure you're strong enough to controll whatever this pulls?"
"Not really..." Neko mumbled, his twin tails swished this way and that. He had to hurry up and get his damn summoning done before he'd be unable to do it anymore because of either a disabled formula or any other complications.
A girl, perhaps fifteen years of age stood next to Darishan, she wasn't recognizeable as a student and she watched the battle begin with a calm expression, she wouldn't be seen- or even sensed by none other that Darishan. Her eyes the hue of fresh strawberries and her hair silvery blonde, she seemed fairly weak compaired to most of the others and her expression was a calm one. She was clad in a white dress, a pink ribbon tied around her waist and she smiled, "Are you going to be helping?" she asked him with a calm tone, it was hard to tell exactly who she was or what intent she had in being here but overall she was harmless. "Do you need help?" she asked Darishan. "I want to help you..." She then removed a small necklace from around her throat, a small pearl with white, feathered wings on each side and she offered it to the necromancer with a smile. Whoever she was, atleast she had good intentions, since Armegeddon didn't really benefit anyone- everyone kinda wanted it not to happen.
Israfel sat on the back of Duemi in her cheetah form, his hair poofed slightly from static charge and he placed a hand on top of Duemi's head, "So then... any plans for you later if well... the world doesn't cease to exist by then?" He asked in a calm fashion.
A small gecko sat atop Terent's head, though when it ended up there wasn't apparent, it's wings resembled those of a dragonfly's and it looked around patiently, licking it's eyeball and then it seemed to attempt at some sleep but to no avail. The creature glared at his surroundings and made his way accross the top of Terent's head in a disgruntled fashion, then leaping to Jatza's head to see if it was any comfier over there... it was to be honest and yet still... it was too loud to sleep so he sat there, wishing that everyone could be quiet while they fought to save the world. Such a cliche'd concept...
Terent didn't noticed the little winged gecko and instead looked back at his student, "If you'll be fighting then you better be gettin' to it afore it's all over..." he commented before dissapearing into thin air.
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Pendragon
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Vampyra's Squishy Student - Pendragon[M:-2035]
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Post by Pendragon on Jun 13, 2007 10:52:54 GMT -5
"How do I know you won't leave like the others?" She asked Pen.
Pendragon thought carefully, the wrong words here would be the end of both of them. He need to get this right, he needed some sort of magic inspirtational speech that would kill any worries that she might have.
It didn't come to him.
In the end, he simply told her the truth. "You can't." He paused for a second. "There's no way to know, all I can say is that.... I don't plan on going anywhere. If you need me, if you want me, I'll be there. If not..." He gestured with his hand. "I'm gone.."
Takami watched Ouwashi eagerly dive into battle. That wasn't how he worked though, he took a few slow steps forward, to tell them he was waiting, and then that's what he did, wait.
"Sion." Said Mr. Blue. "My name is Sion." He gave a slight nod, and then approached Sa. "You were his teacher, right? Then I'm sorry, Pendragon is long gone. All that's left is particles from her." He pointed to Ouwashi, then Sion looked down at the ground. "I, I'm going to have to kill him... and... I need your help." Sion's face looked pained at the thought of fighting Takami. Although Pendragon wasn't actually his son, he had been a friend. Even if it wasn't Pen anymore... It was still going to be a difficult battle for him.
When Sion had destroyed the Dagger, so long ago by his recall, it's threat had been removed. Men would fight over it no longer, but this came at a price. The world no longer had a god, something it needed badly. So Sion had made himself one, and watched over Illusia. Through this power, he was able to finally understand Pendragon. The son he would never have, killing the woman he would now never meet.
And through that power, he had been the one who had sent Pendragon to this world. To this school, a fresh start from him. And by the looks of it, an end aswell. Sion had felt his death, and come down from his own world.
Sion stepped forward, coming closer to Takami. They locked eyes. Sion never had the chance to kill his Takami, Pen had done it for him. Now Sion had to return the favour.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jun 13, 2007 11:16:09 GMT -5
Suzume blinked her eyes softly as she stood there, "Nobody is strong enough, are they... Ouwashi is going to succeed..." Her mind skipping to whole new conclusions, she looked towards Lucifer and then back at Pendragon, "The least you can do is join the winning team." She looked up at Pendragon, "Please... come with me, we won't have to worry about this whole ordeal anymore." She nodded, as if to reassure Pendragon that all would be fine.
Her fox tails swished back and forth and her large blood red ears were pricked forewards, they mirrored the color of her hair perfectly, reflecting light from thier strands as her bright turquoise eyes looked intently, though not so much at Pendragon, more so into him, searching for what his response might be, trying to figure him out like a puzzle box. She leaned towards him slightly, she blinked lightly and placed her hand ever so gently on his arm.
(I'm gonna let other people post in response to the rest of your post since I've been posting so much... heheh... *sweatdrop*)
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Kim-la
Sophomore
Student - Duemi, Damien Valentine [M:1000][M:1100][M:4000]
If at first you don?t succeed; don?t attempt skydiving
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Post by Kim-la on Jun 13, 2007 16:27:22 GMT -5
Duemi hissed and bucked like a horse, dropping and rolling on the ground in attempt to dislodge Israfel from her back. Lyra jumped on him, biting into his shoulder growling fiercely. Lyra didn't like Israfel as much as Duemi did. Duemi scratched at him, sending electricity into his body. She morphed back into human form, ripping out Zephyrspirit, charging it with electricity and started to stab at Isrefel, though probably stabbing more ground. The rest of the battle was completely ignored by Duemi, the only person that mattered was Israfel. She was so concentrated on him, she didn't even notice Neko's appearance. She was determined to kill Israfel this time, she really was.
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