Firing a glare at... minion #1? as he left, he was about to make some snide comment to Alex about his pretentious nature, when he stopped and wondered just why he was feeling so protective of Isolde. Yeah, she was a friend, but exactly how long had he known her? A day maybe? As he pondered this, he tried to walk by her to provide a comforting presence... he hoped. The irony of the situation did not escape him though, and he let a small chuckle escape as he laughed at it.
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Twizinator
One Thousand Club
As Isolde and the others reached the track, Samuel looked to his side and saw Habibah right next to him. A tiny part of him, what little of him was competitive, was amplified by the demonic influence. A strand of black lightning arced off his shoulder and lashed out at her, luckily missing.
"Stop," Ryrax suddenly ordered, reeling in his power. He was having more trouble than he expected; Samuel had a stronger hold on his dark power than he thought. Samuel didn't immediately comply, but then he saw Alex. This would be the first and likely only time Ryrax would ever be glad to see that man, because once he saw Alex, Samuel smiled and broke off from the race, jogging over to the group. "Hey, Alex!" he greeted. "And Renault, and Isolde, and..." he trailed off as he didn't know who Victor was. He shook off the awkwardness that caused and looked back to Alex. "Hey Alex, have you ever had ice cream? Habibah gave me some, vanilla, I think it was, and it's delicious!"
Alex chuckled, but his eyes narrowed in puzzlement as he saw Samuel's condition. As the boy spoke, Ryrax managed to draw the demonic bolts back, and the black strands of hair returned to their white color. "Yes, it is. It comes in dozens if not hundreds of flavors, we should make some sometime."
"You can make it yourself?!" Samuel said, as if struck by a glorious revelation. "No way! We have to do that sometime. You can join us if you want," he added to Renault and Isolde. "Everyone should enjoy good ice cream, I say."
"Stop," Ryrax suddenly ordered, reeling in his power. He was having more trouble than he expected; Samuel had a stronger hold on his dark power than he thought. Samuel didn't immediately comply, but then he saw Alex. This would be the first and likely only time Ryrax would ever be glad to see that man, because once he saw Alex, Samuel smiled and broke off from the race, jogging over to the group. "Hey, Alex!" he greeted. "And Renault, and Isolde, and..." he trailed off as he didn't know who Victor was. He shook off the awkwardness that caused and looked back to Alex. "Hey Alex, have you ever had ice cream? Habibah gave me some, vanilla, I think it was, and it's delicious!"
Alex chuckled, but his eyes narrowed in puzzlement as he saw Samuel's condition. As the boy spoke, Ryrax managed to draw the demonic bolts back, and the black strands of hair returned to their white color. "Yes, it is. It comes in dozens if not hundreds of flavors, we should make some sometime."
"You can make it yourself?!" Samuel said, as if struck by a glorious revelation. "No way! We have to do that sometime. You can join us if you want," he added to Renault and Isolde. "Everyone should enjoy good ice cream, I say."
HilgenHoffer
Junior Member
Rasha stood at the end of the track, sweat glistening on her forehead. He looked a bit wistfully towards where the white-haired boy--Samuel?--had left to. She did hope he'd come back; he had shown impressive determination. The feline girl crossed the like beside her and she nodded with a smile; she would do fine with the wind at her back, and she was so absorbed in the run that she hadn't even processed her finish. As Habiba kept running, eyes closed, the other white-haired youth finally sauntered up to the line, where he was greeted with an outstretched palm--and not the friendly sort. "No," Rasha quietly scolded him. "You will not cross this finish line until you show me your best." Her voice was pleasant, but her eyes burned with an internal rage. "A race not fought is a race not finished. Turn around," she pivoted his shoulders so he was facing the opposite direction, "run the other way," she pointed down the track, her black hand hovering at the edge of Sanz's vision, "and show some effort this time."
Ixidor92
Game master
Sanz had to raise an eyebrow as he was turned around by the tall woman. What he had seen in her eyes reminded him of one of the valkyries.
"I'm confused, was something unsatisfactory about my performance?"
Her hands were forceful, as if he had committed some grievous crime
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Armin raised an eyebrow. The fire the girl had shown earlier when she found out Sanz was sick had faded. Had he merely been imagining things?
"Sanz went to find a club for physical activity. All I know is he didn't want to fight."
"I'm confused, was something unsatisfactory about my performance?"
Her hands were forceful, as if he had committed some grievous crime
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Armin raised an eyebrow. The fire the girl had shown earlier when she found out Sanz was sick had faded. Had he merely been imagining things?
"Sanz went to find a club for physical activity. All I know is he didn't want to fight."
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Cyrionessa
One Thousand Club
"....ah." Isolde didn't like the way this guy seemed to look down on her a bit. Granted, she had never shown much strength and maybe he could mop the floor with her if she ever chose to engage in the activity known as "fighting." But, still, she didn't like that he seemed to think that she was weak. "....do you wish to join us in finding him?"
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How many hours has it been? Anya stretched her arms slightly and sat up. A hammock fashioned from branches and leaves lay beneath her and a heat source lay next to her. She smiled softly; it seemed that he was still asleep. After bending over to gently kiss him on the cheek, she rested back down into the hammock. She was too comfortable to move at the moment and she saw no reason to move.
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Habibah gradually came out of the wind's embrace and slowed. Though she was a bit winded, she felt more alive than ever. For once, she didn't care that her hair was in ruins, her eyeliner was a tad smudged, and she was covered in sweat. The wind seemed to whistle in her ear familiarly for just a moment and she smiled. Her eyes lifted to the sky. I miss you too, uncle.
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How many hours has it been? Anya stretched her arms slightly and sat up. A hammock fashioned from branches and leaves lay beneath her and a heat source lay next to her. She smiled softly; it seemed that he was still asleep. After bending over to gently kiss him on the cheek, she rested back down into the hammock. She was too comfortable to move at the moment and she saw no reason to move.
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Habibah gradually came out of the wind's embrace and slowed. Though she was a bit winded, she felt more alive than ever. For once, she didn't care that her hair was in ruins, her eyeliner was a tad smudged, and she was covered in sweat. The wind seemed to whistle in her ear familiarly for just a moment and she smiled. Her eyes lifted to the sky. I miss you too, uncle.
Twizinator
One Thousand Club
"Oh, I'm sure Featherhead has more important things to do," Alex said condescendingly. "Like...I don't know...staying out of my way," he added off-handedly. He shot a smirk with a piercing gaze at Armin daring him to do otherwise.
"It isn't like he's far," Samuel interjected. "We were at the track together, having a little bit of sport. A race, to be precise. I think I almost won, too." He laughed. "But I bet if you'd been racing, Alex, you would've won handily!" Suddenly he turned to Isolde. "Don't you think so, Isolde?"
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Adrian was sound asleep, more relaxed than he'd been in ages. It would take quite a bit to roust him from his slumber right now - the fact that he was a werebear made him even more of a sound sleeper when he was comfortable and feeling safe, like he was now.
"It isn't like he's far," Samuel interjected. "We were at the track together, having a little bit of sport. A race, to be precise. I think I almost won, too." He laughed. "But I bet if you'd been racing, Alex, you would've won handily!" Suddenly he turned to Isolde. "Don't you think so, Isolde?"
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Adrian was sound asleep, more relaxed than he'd been in ages. It would take quite a bit to roust him from his slumber right now - the fact that he was a werebear made him even more of a sound sleeper when he was comfortable and feeling safe, like he was now.
Ixidor92
Game master
Armin's gaze narrowed at Alex's comment.
"I don't see why that should be a priority. You've given me no reason to do such."
What bothered him was not that Alex was talking down to him. He'd already expected that. What bothered him was that he had referred to Armin as "Feather head". That could only mean he had at least an inkling of his true form.
"I don't see why that should be a priority. You've given me no reason to do such."
What bothered him was not that Alex was talking down to him. He'd already expected that. What bothered him was that he had referred to Armin as "Feather head". That could only mean he had at least an inkling of his true form.
Renault had been deep in thought, ever since Samuel had mentioned ice cream, and only now spoke up, "Excuse me, but what is 'Ice Cream'? Ice is frozen water. Nowhere in its nature is something that can be creamed, or milked to produce cream." Pausing letting his confusion settle adequately in their minds, "Please, i would like very much to see this sorcerous creation."
HilgenHoffer
Junior Member
"Feel your forehead." Rasha watched from behind as the shorter man wiped his brow. "Can you feel what isn't there?" She let him think for a moment before answering, "effort has a smell, touch and taste. It feels like sweat. There is no sweat on your brow." Her words were thickly accented, but rang as clearly as crystal bells. "You run fast, but you can run much faster. I know you can; your eyes betray you. So run, and this time, don't try to beat me. Beat yourself. Then you can join my club."
She looked into his eyes for a moment, him gazing past his shoulder back at her, and let a silent conversation continue between them for a short moment. "Well? The track won't run itself! Show me what you've got!"
She looked into his eyes for a moment, him gazing past his shoulder back at her, and let a silent conversation continue between them for a short moment. "Well? The track won't run itself! Show me what you've got!"
Ixidor92
Game master
Sanz closed his eyes and let out a sigh. This woman, whatever his reasons, was not going to let him go until he went all out was she. The young man reached down before untying his shoes, one at a time, and slipped them off. They were set beside him, near Rasha
"I would prefer if these weren't reduced to dust."
The young man braced himself, and the whole field seemed to go silent for a split second--right before every single muscle in his body tensed up. The pavement beneath his right foot crumpled as if it had been hit by a steel battering ram, and the young man shot forward, sending pieces of the track flying behind him. In the span of only a few second, it was over. Sanz was standing at the start line, taking deep breaths. The track now had several small craters in it, several feet apart. Where Sanz had stopped . . . or perhaps 'landed' was the better term--it looked like a high caliber round had been fired into the track, with pieces having flown everywhere. They dotted the grass around the track for several feet
"I would prefer if these weren't reduced to dust."
The young man braced himself, and the whole field seemed to go silent for a split second--right before every single muscle in his body tensed up. The pavement beneath his right foot crumpled as if it had been hit by a steel battering ram, and the young man shot forward, sending pieces of the track flying behind him. In the span of only a few second, it was over. Sanz was standing at the start line, taking deep breaths. The track now had several small craters in it, several feet apart. Where Sanz had stopped . . . or perhaps 'landed' was the better term--it looked like a high caliber round had been fired into the track, with pieces having flown everywhere. They dotted the grass around the track for several feet
HilgenHoffer
Junior Member
Rasha crouched, gingerly lifting a small piece of track that had landed at her feet and inspecting it. She stood then, tossed it aside, and looked Sanz in the eye. "How did that feel?"
Ixidor92
Game master
Sanz was still taking deep breaths. He could feel the ruined track beneath his feet, he could tell how much damage had been done, he had a visual aid to why he never used his full strength. Yet some part of him felt relaxed. For the first time in his life that he could remember, he actually had not devoted a portion of his mind to holding back his physical strength. Could he do that here? Actually let himself go?
"It felt . . . good."
"It felt . . . good."
HilgenHoffer
Junior Member
Rasha smiled. "Good. Come back when clubs begin. No matter what it costs, you will always be able to feel that feeling here. But don't expect me to be easy on you because you are strong--it is for that very reason that I will make you sweat." Her eyes laughed a bit as she added, "but don't let that scare you away. Your potential is great. Let's cultivate it together." She held out one large, slender hand, fingers stretched out in an invitation of camaraderie.
Twizinator
One Thousand Club
Alex just smiled to himself at the interactions of the others. Nothing they did to hinder him would matter soon enough. Even the phoenix would amount to no issue: his plans were lining up and tomorrow he would have his victory. Tomorrow, something he's sought for so long would finally be his. He would have a succubus.
Cyrionessa
One Thousand Club
Habibah was more than slightly impressed by the indentations in the ground. There had never been a doubt in her mind that the son of Tyr would be strong but seeing that strength in action was impressive, nonetheless. Her eyes floated over a ways and then saw Isolde. She was about to speak when the little succubus surprised her by walking straight up to Sanz in an almost comfortable fashion.
"Th-that was pretty amazing, Sanz." Isolde ground her teeth at that stutter but tried to smile in a friendly fashion.
"Th-that was pretty amazing, Sanz." Isolde ground her teeth at that stutter but tried to smile in a friendly fashion.
Ixidor92
Game master
"I will . . . thank you."
Sanz took the hand that was offered, still feeling slightly off after what had just happened. He turned around to head back to his dorm, but was rather surprised to see Isolde standing directly in front of him. Her comment caught him off guard slightly
"Was it?"
Sanz took the hand that was offered, still feeling slightly off after what had just happened. He turned around to head back to his dorm, but was rather surprised to see Isolde standing directly in front of him. Her comment caught him off guard slightly
"Was it?"
Cyrionessa
One Thousand Club
"It w-was." Isolde struggled to maintain eye contact. She hadn't forgotten what had almost happened while he was sick and she had attempted to take care of him. That was one memory that was seared so deep into her memory that there were probably back-up copies of it just in case the memory was ever corrupted. A slight tinge of pink covered her cheeks but she continued to try to look him in the eyes. "I was j-just coming to find Habibah and f-found you as well. Maybe we can...h-hang out, or s-something?" Her eyes cast backwards to Alex for a moment and when they returned to Sanz's, they reflected her discomfort with Alex's presence.
While everyone was ignoring Renault, he was still trying to unravel the mystery of 'Ice Cream'. "Maybe its some sort of essence of ice... no, thats just water. Perhaps... the cream is dried and ground into a powder, mixed with water, and fozen?" Shaking his head softly, he snorts, "Nah. Perhaps something to do with a demonic ice mammal, milked for cream of ice..."
Ixidor92
Game master
Sanz did not miss the tint that came to Isolde's cheeks . . . or the look she glanced back at Alex. His own eyes narrowed for a moment before he made sure to look Isolde directly into her own eyes
"I don't see why not."
He gave a smile with the sentence
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Armin gave a weird expression as Isolde wandered off towards Sanz. She was certainly a strange one, completely reclusive and cowardly one minute, yet brave in the next. He couldn't tell which she was as of this moment. It was then that he noticed the ramblings of a rather lanky young man near him. Something about demonic mammals.
"Are you high?"
"I don't see why not."
He gave a smile with the sentence
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Armin gave a weird expression as Isolde wandered off towards Sanz. She was certainly a strange one, completely reclusive and cowardly one minute, yet brave in the next. He couldn't tell which she was as of this moment. It was then that he noticed the ramblings of a rather lanky young man near him. Something about demonic mammals.
"Are you high?"
Twizinator
One Thousand Club
"Agreed!" Alex interjected, throwing one arm each around Sanz and Isolde. "We should hang out more, be buds! What do you think about that idea, Sam?"
"Sounds great to me!" Samuel replied cheerily. "Hey Renault, you should join us, maybe we'll have ice cream and you can try some!"
"Whoopee," Ryrax sounded sarcastically. "Huzzah for friendship and camaraderie and all that. [if only I wasn't in this idiot's eye, I'd be spared this nonsense and plotting]."
"[What plotting?]" Alex asked quietly. "[Can't a guy just be friendly?]"
The fact that Alex apparently spoke Japanese took Ryrax off-guard, but not enough to delay the retort. "[When that guy is YOU? No, no you can't.]"
"Sounds great to me!" Samuel replied cheerily. "Hey Renault, you should join us, maybe we'll have ice cream and you can try some!"
"Whoopee," Ryrax sounded sarcastically. "Huzzah for friendship and camaraderie and all that. [if only I wasn't in this idiot's eye, I'd be spared this nonsense and plotting]."
"[What plotting?]" Alex asked quietly. "[Can't a guy just be friendly?]"
The fact that Alex apparently spoke Japanese took Ryrax off-guard, but not enough to delay the retort. "[When that guy is YOU? No, no you can't.]"
HilgenHoffer
Junior Member
"I hate to interject," Rasha stood in the middle of the bustling group, "but we're still trying to do recruitment . . . if you aren't going to run, could I convince you to move off of the track? It may have some dents, but we still need to use it. Of course, if you want to run, you can stay as long as you like." The last statement was delivered with very poorly concealed hope.
Cyrionessa
One Thousand Club
Isolde twisted out from underneath Alex's arm and Habibah protectively moved in front of her. The succubus was shaking slightly, as if physical contact with the cretin either terrified her, angered her, or both. Most likely both. Her eyes glittered with an unreadable emotion for a few moments before she turned away. "....Sanz, Habibah, and whoever else you guys want, let's go find some chocolate. I feel like I could use some comfort food right now." The next words were muttered under her breath so that barely anyone could hear. "...or a punching bag..."
Watching, he took note of Alex's actions. Once again, unwanted contact, unwanted actions towards Isolde. Isolde. His friend. He couldn't save his friends before, but he'd be damned if he'd let something happen now. Taking a moment away from his musings of frozen mammals, "I'll catch up with you" he says, watching the group walk away. Turning to Alex, he quietly says, "I don't know what you are, and I don't care. I may have only just met her, but Isolde is my friend. If you do anything to her that she doesn't want...." Turning away, the air dense enough with menace to cut, "Everything you fear, every nightmare and despair" Walking away, he parts with, "It will all come to pass for you"
Ixidor92
Game master
Armin raised an eyebrow at the scene before him, but said nothing. He merely sat back with his arms crossed as he watched the gangly young man speak. He was uncertain of the man's power, but his willingness to stand up was admirable nonetheless. The man had a smile on his face as he walked past the two and put a hand on Sanz's back.
"Go ahead and go with the young lady. She obviously wants your company."
Sanz blinked a few times before walking past Habibah and gently gripping Isolde's right hand with his left. It was the first time he had made a motion to make contact with someone else since he had come here.
"Sure, there's a stand nearby where we can go."
"Go ahead and go with the young lady. She obviously wants your company."
Sanz blinked a few times before walking past Habibah and gently gripping Isolde's right hand with his left. It was the first time he had made a motion to make contact with someone else since he had come here.
"Sure, there's a stand nearby where we can go."
Twizinator
One Thousand Club
What exactly was that? As Renault moved away, Alex was left wondering what he'd just felt. It was a warm day with pleasant sunshine, but he felt a chill up his spine and goosebumps on his arms. Alex blinked as he realized he'd just felt fear, for just a second, from Renault's aura alone. He turned to look over his shoulder at the young man's departing form, his eyes narrowing. Just what was that man? He could be dangerous if just his aura was that foreboding.
Alex sighed and shook his head ruefully. "Sorry, babe," he winked at Rasha, "we'll be getting out of your hair." He turned, deciding to return to his original objective: his dorm, and the letter inside. "Samuel, let's go," he ordered, and the young boy followed instantly. "See ya around, cutie!" he sang over his shoulder with a smile to Rasha.
As they moved across the ground, Samuel walked on Alex's left side. As the din of students faded, Ryrax spoke up. "[This plan of yours ain't gonna be easy to pull off, kid. You know that, right?]"
Alex scoffed. "[if it was easy I wouldn't even have to lift a finger. The very fact that I have planned to take action shows I know it won't be simple. But this is me we're talking about. I am a KING for these plebeians. I will succeed. That is all there is to it.]"
"[Why her?]" Ryrax asked. "[surely you've had succubi in the school before. Why are you so damn desperate for her?]"
"[it is because she's not just any succubus: she's a daughter of Lilth. Someone I really MUST add to my collection. She'll come in handy,]" he said with a knowing chuckle.
"[Come in handy...? What are you planning to do with her?]" Ryrax asked with a growl.
Alex glared down at Samuel's covered eye - a rather pointless assertion of dominance. "[That's enough questions about my workings. Keep out of my business, dog. Why are you so concerned about her anyway?]" he asked teasingly.
Ryrax just hmphed. "[My turn to say to keep out of my business...lizard,]" he spat.
Alex shrugged. "[Fine, fine.] Samuel, leave me now. I have business to attend to, but I'll see you tomorrow, just like we planned, right?"
Samuel nodded assertively. "Sure, Alex. I'm going to get more ice cream. Bye!" he waved as he ran back to the booths area.
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Alex sat on his bed, reading the beginning of the letter he received from his father.
Dearest son,
I understand it has been some time since my last reply, and for that I apologize. My job has been unrelenting, as I'm sure you've heard before. Anyway, regarding your request in your previous letter, and the multitude of repeats before that, I will say that currently my answer stands as it has for at least a dozen correspondences: no. My reasoning for this stands with many reasonings. For one, you continue to be apathetic towards your teachers and schoolwork. Also, you have not shown any progress in what I recommended you to do. Make friends, Alex, and make as many as you can! The more close comrades you have, the more you can count on when you need aid. Now, your mother and I -
Alex crumpled up the letter and threw it onto his desk, a minor scowl on his face. All the same shit, every letter.
Alex sighed and shook his head ruefully. "Sorry, babe," he winked at Rasha, "we'll be getting out of your hair." He turned, deciding to return to his original objective: his dorm, and the letter inside. "Samuel, let's go," he ordered, and the young boy followed instantly. "See ya around, cutie!" he sang over his shoulder with a smile to Rasha.
As they moved across the ground, Samuel walked on Alex's left side. As the din of students faded, Ryrax spoke up. "[This plan of yours ain't gonna be easy to pull off, kid. You know that, right?]"
Alex scoffed. "[if it was easy I wouldn't even have to lift a finger. The very fact that I have planned to take action shows I know it won't be simple. But this is me we're talking about. I am a KING for these plebeians. I will succeed. That is all there is to it.]"
"[Why her?]" Ryrax asked. "[surely you've had succubi in the school before. Why are you so damn desperate for her?]"
"[it is because she's not just any succubus: she's a daughter of Lilth. Someone I really MUST add to my collection. She'll come in handy,]" he said with a knowing chuckle.
"[Come in handy...? What are you planning to do with her?]" Ryrax asked with a growl.
Alex glared down at Samuel's covered eye - a rather pointless assertion of dominance. "[That's enough questions about my workings. Keep out of my business, dog. Why are you so concerned about her anyway?]" he asked teasingly.
Ryrax just hmphed. "[My turn to say to keep out of my business...lizard,]" he spat.
Alex shrugged. "[Fine, fine.] Samuel, leave me now. I have business to attend to, but I'll see you tomorrow, just like we planned, right?"
Samuel nodded assertively. "Sure, Alex. I'm going to get more ice cream. Bye!" he waved as he ran back to the booths area.
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Alex sat on his bed, reading the beginning of the letter he received from his father.
Dearest son,
I understand it has been some time since my last reply, and for that I apologize. My job has been unrelenting, as I'm sure you've heard before. Anyway, regarding your request in your previous letter, and the multitude of repeats before that, I will say that currently my answer stands as it has for at least a dozen correspondences: no. My reasoning for this stands with many reasonings. For one, you continue to be apathetic towards your teachers and schoolwork. Also, you have not shown any progress in what I recommended you to do. Make friends, Alex, and make as many as you can! The more close comrades you have, the more you can count on when you need aid. Now, your mother and I -
Alex crumpled up the letter and threw it onto his desk, a minor scowl on his face. All the same shit, every letter.
