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Human, not human (actual rp)

If you were to pick a field trip destination for this class, which one would it be?

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Whatever words Raziel would have spoken were lost to the void. There was a notable splotch on the rock, and something violet was seeping out from where his head was lying down. Anyone with a knowledge of creatures would recognize that it was a leviathan's blood. His eyes, though open, were glazed over. He was very clearly, 100%, unconscious.
 
Aamor was now close to tears and she was desperately grabbing large leaves in hopes of covering the wound and stop what she assumed was blood from coming out of his head. She paused for a second before grabbing her bandeau and pants in order to shove them on. After that, she applied the leaves to his head and started praying that he would wake up. "...please wake up...please wake up....please wake up...."
 
Alex sat at the water's edge, a bemused smirk as his expression as he let his little minions have some fun. He turned his eyes to Samuel, who had clambered out of the water and was moving towards him, his drenched hair hanging heavily from his head. Alex immediately was made worried by the equally-worried expression on Samuel's face. "What's up, Sam?" he asked a bit cautiously.


"Well, Sanz and Isolde were here for a moment but they left. I'm just sad they didn't join us. And...well...they were holding hands, I think. So...I'm confused...I thought you two were a couple right?.........er......" he hesistated as Samuel fought Alex's influence. "...wait...but Isolde doesn't seem to like you that much...I think...you scare her...are you sure that sh-"


"Yes, quite sure," Alex interrupted, staring straight into Samuel's eye. He had to reinforce his influence over this mind, it seemed...Samuel was more strong-willed than he'd thought. "She's just shy, but that's something I'll need your help with. You're her friend, and you're my friend too, so I'd like your help in breaking the ice. Can you aid me in that, Sam?"


Samuel grit his teeth for a moment, briefly fighting the influence, but inevitably his eye glazed over and a somewhat sleepy-looking grin formed on his face. "Sure, Alex. Anything for my...best friend," he replied. He took a seat next to Alex, then plopped backwards onto the cool grass, his arms splayed out on either side. He closed his eye and just relaxed in the beautiful weather.


"[You'd better be careful, Alex,]" Ryrax noted. "[Trust me when I say that forcing your will onto a mind is a dangerous thing - you could destroy the person if you're too forceful, leavin' them as nothing but a shell.]"


Alex sighed. "[That damn kid has way more willpower than I'd have ever guessed from his weak as hell personality.]" He turned his gaze skywards. He realized he'd have to work quickly today, or else Rryax's warning could very well prove correct.
 
Raziel was silent for about five minutes. However, when a coconut dropped into the small pool, a wave splashed over his head. Before Aamor's eyes, the water seemed to seep into his head, and the wound began closing at a rapid pace. His head was still coated with dried blood, but the wound itself was closed. His eyes blinked open after a few more seconds.


"Huh?"


His eyes spotted Aamor nearly in tears above him


"I . . . what--"


He stopped as his short-term memory struck him like a train car


"Oh . . . that happened . . ."


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Sanz didn't stop for a few good minutes as they mad their way back across the grounds.


"I'm sorry."


The apology had left his lips before Sanz even thought of why he was saying it
 
He was walking through a local hardware store, looking a list in his hand. Pushing a cart, it had a number of masonry tools and supplies, as Renault had resigned himself to having to construct a much more focused construct to effectively summon from another plane. Though he had made a cursory pass through the library, but he hadn't seen anything covering summoning, so he was stuck doing this. Going up to the register, he handed the cashier a ticket would allow him to buy a large block of granite. 'Hmm... where am i going to put this' he wondered, realizing that his small platform on the roof wasn't going to hold the granite.
 
"I was so worried! I didn't mean to do that! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" By now, Aamor had moved his head into her lap and she immediately started crying and hugging him simultaneously.


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"Why are y-you apologizing?" Isolde cocked her head to the side and looked at the demi-god. "Y-you have nothing to apologize for! Why would you apologize to m-me?"
 
"No . . . I'm sorry. I should've been more careful . . ."


Raziel was muffled as Aamor crouched over him crying. His hand made his way up to her shoulder and tapped a few times, almost like in a wrestling match. Rather apt as air was scarce right now. Not that he couldn't appreciate his current position


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Sanz blinked a few times and looked over at Isolde


"I . . . I should have thought about the possibility of him being there."


the word "him" was spoken with quite a level of disgust
 
Walking across campus, lugging a block of granite on a handcart, with a bag of masonry tools on top, Renault figured he'd set things up where his barrier had been set. The massive amount of magical energy would have saturated the clearing, making it a truly prime locale for rituals. The only issue he had was just getting the stuff there. 12 cubic feet of granite wasn't exactly light, after all. Pausing, but still being pushed forward by the granite block, he was quite surprised to run into Isolde. Literally.
 
Aamor stopped hugging him but she was still crying. "I forget what happens when I flew my "muscles" and move things with my mind! Especially if I'm upset! I hurt you and I feel terrible and-" She paused and recalculated the entire situation for a moment. "...you...saw me...complete...and totally...." Red began to seep from her face down to the rest of her body. "....naked...."


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"That's not your fault-" Isolde suddenly slammed into Renault. "....ow...." Her frame shook for a second, then stilled. Her hand that had been in Sanz's grasped his much tighter, at a surprising strength level, and stayed that way. "Renault...." Isolde was about to lecture him about running into her when she saw the granite. "....what...the heck...is with that granite block...?"
 
"Whew, glad that didn't fall on me" Renault panted, seriously glad his legs were not being crushed at that very moment. He would've been fine, but it would have still hurt incredibly badly. "Well, I'm about to construct an arcane obelisk to an egyptian god, in a attempt to summon a being from another plane." Pausing, he adds, "I'm... sorry about running into you, I couldn't stop as fast as I thought I could"
 
After quite a while of fruitless searching, Susan finally arrived at the door of Habibah and Isolde's dorm room. She took a deep breath and smoothed her dark red hair before knocking respectfully. "Ms. Habibah Williams?" she said to the door. "I have a message for you."
 
"It's not your--"


Raziel stopped for a moment as he recognized the red creeping down Aamor's frame. He immediately pulled himself upright, now facing away from where she was


"Well . . . um . . . I . . ."


It seemed rather tactless to simply say 'Yes I did' without any sort of apology


"Sorry . . ."


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Sanz felt the squeezing on his hand, but was stopped by Renault's words.


"First question: what the hell would you need to summon a being from another plane for? And why would you need an obelisk to do so?"
 
"...wait...wh-what...why?" Isolde's eyes grew round and her grip tightened further. "....WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?!"


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Habibah sleepily came to the door in leopard print pajamas with messed-up hair. "....what do you want?"


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"You saw..." Aamor was looking away now, slightly shaking. "All of me..." Her eyes closed and a few more tears fell down her cheeks. "...every ugly scar....no one's seen all of them....no one's ever seen how deformed my skin truly is now....except you...." She was shaking harder and harder now, more tears falling down her face.
 
Raziel froze at the sound of sobbing behind him. Those words . . . that was what caught her attention? He slowly turned around, and saw the young woman. Some of her scars were still visible around her clothing, starkly contrasting against her white skin. Raziel, in the next few moments, did something rather uncharacteristic of him. He shuffled forward, and put his arms around Aamor.


"Listen to me Aamor. There were many things wrong with what happened back there . . . but that was not one of them. If it helps at all: I thought you looked quite beautiful. Right before I was knocked into unconsciousness."


It was the truth, every word of it. He waited for a response from the mess of hair in front of him
 
"Well, I was working on the arcane mechanics on which my computer will be based on the roof over there" he said, pointing over at a roof with a hastily made platform attached to it. "But since I didn't specialize in summoning, I had to find a source for extra-planar summoning. Egyptian magic had the closest spells and rituals to what I needed, so I've been working with those." Taking a breath, he continues, "I couldn't seem to make them work though, so I figured I might need a stronger focal point for the ritual, either to channel the powers of the egyptian gods, or to handle the stresses of summoning something not of this world. Thus, a granite obelisk" he finished with a dramatic wave at the large block of granite.
 
Susan cleared her throat and smiled benevolently. "Hello, my name is Susan. I am a...well, I'm very close with Alex," she blushed just a little. "I have a message from him for you. He says that he would like to settle his little gang war with you as soon as possible, as the first round of testing is fast approaching and for the sake of both his followers and yours it would be prudent to wrap this up in time to allow ample studying. Thus, at 1 P.M. this afternoon, he would like to do honorable battle, him and his group versus you and your group. He proposes that your confrontation take place in the open field where P.E. has been held, in an effort to minimize damage to school property - specifically, the buildings. He looks forward to seeing you and your forces there. Thus concludes the message."


"...So?" she inquired. "Do you agree to these terms? Or disagree? Or otherwise have some form of response worthy of reporting to master Alex?"
 
"...beautiful...." Aamor scoffed, her face in her hands slightly muffling her words. "Most girls get to wear whatever they want and what makes them comfortable. I get to hide behind my clothing so nobody sees. I get to hide every hideous scar." Aamor's shaking stopped suddenly as her tone of voice became more pained. "...I get to hide inside of a crystalline room. Soon, I'll be living deep enough into the forest where I can't hurt anyone with my emotional outbursts. I'm like a broken china doll, a problem to be fixed. That is not beautiful; it's sad, pathetic, and ugly."


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"...okay, Renault, have you lost your mind?" Isolde was now incredulous. "You think that summoning on a computer involves actual summoning rituals? The summoning in League of Legends isn't real! None of the champions are real people! It's just a a game!"


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"....bwahahahahaha!" Habibah laughed. "First, like I'm stupid to agree to any of his terms. He wants peace for 'studying,' which I highly doubt he does, he's going to leave Isolde alone. Permanently." The look in her eyes took on a more dangerous tone as she looked at Alex's messenger. "Second of all, this isn't about peace and I know it. He's obsessed with Isolde and until he stops, there will be no peace. And third, I'm not an idiot enough to fight on school grounds. Go back to your master..." Habibah growled slightly at those words. "And tell him to f*** off." Then, she promptly shut the door in the little minion's face. This was not good; this level of boldness was more than she had expected. Were the others up? Where was Isolde? Habibah started cursing in Ancient Egyptian as she flew through a shower, into clothes, and out the window to go wake up the others.
 
Raziel was slightly taken aback by Aamor's last statement. While he had known about the crystalline quarters she was living in currently, he hadn't known about her moving.


"Aamor. I want you to turn around, and look at me."


The Leviathan's eyes were glowing blue right now, and scales were creeping over his features. He was not transformed completely, not yet, but enough of his true form was showing through to make a point.
 
Susan calmly smoothed the front of her shirt. "Oh, my," she sighed. "Such vulgar words towards my master...I'm afraid I won't be relaying that to Alex. Rather..." Her eyes narrowed angrily, and she hissed through gritted teeth, "It's a shame that you're too much of an arrogant b**** to see a good deal when it's practically handed to you on a silver f***ing platter." She turned on her heel and strutted out of the dorm. "Don't cry when we kick your fat furry ass, Miss Williams," she muttered angrily as she left.


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Alex was in the middle of changing when he heard a knock on his door. "Enter," he said as he donned a simple black V-neck shirt.


The door opened and Susan took a step into the room. "I've returned," she sighed. "With...bad news..." she shrunk a little as if in preparation for a scolding.


However she received no such thing. Alex just shrugged. "Yeah, I figured. Don't worry about it. It was a little optimistic to think Habibah would agree to that. She doesn't seem to trust me. Can't imagine why." He ruffled Susan's hair, causing her to blush furiously. "Guess we'll just have to go on to plan B. Go find Mr. Tylwood; he's probably playing with the animals out in the forest somewhere. Check the eastern edge. Tell him plan B is in effect and that he'll get to play with the kitty."


Susan nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. Alex stretched and grinned to himself. He really had seen this coming, though he really had hoped to wrap this up nicely in a single confrontation. Though at least this way they wouldn't have to fight, at least as much. He really was opposed to violence. As he left the dorms he saw Samuel waiting for him, loyal as ever. "Almost show time, kid," he said with a smile, "I'll get in position. You know what to do."


"Yessir!" Samuel asserted enthusiastically and ran off.


He was entrusted by his best friend Alex to find Isolde. Those two clearly were attracted to each other...at least, Alex said they were, and Alex wouldn't lie to him, right? Of course not. He owed it to Alex to help him here.


Wait, why did he owe Alex again? He couldn't think of anything really...


"Ah..." Samuel winced and clapped a hand to his aching head. He shook it off; he couldn't remember what it was, but he knew he was indebted to Alex. That was a certainty. Besides, he wasn't just doing this for Alex. He was going to help Isolde with her love, too.


Hmm...for some reason, that didn't feel as good as he thought it would have. Oh well. He could figure stuff out after he found her.
 
"...Ahh, well then." he said, uncertainty clear in his voice, "So, I don't need to summon a being from beyond this realm?" Glancing at the granite, and back at Isolde, he shrugged, and said, "Well, I've already done the research, and gathered all the materials. Might as well give it a try, right?" carefully pulling his supplies along, he mentioned in passing, "You can help if you want, I wanted to talk to you about the League of Legends a bit more anyway."
 
Sanz scratched his head nervously. The idea of anything being brought into this world bothered him immensely . . . but Renault seemed rather keen on going forward with it anyway.


"What--exactly were you planning on summoning?"
 
"No idea" Renault said with what passed for a smile on his face. "I was going to create a link, and then using as little power as possible, pull something similar to my nature."
 
"...what?" Aamor's tear-stained eyes turned and saw the changes coming over Raziel's body as it transformed.


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Habibah yowled outside, like a lioness on the savannah calling her hunting party to a point. After about twenty minutes, her companions joined her, eyes still filled with sleepiness.


"I think Alex is going to make his move today. He formally challenged us." Habibah crossed her arms and surveyed them.


"...where's Isolde?" Viktor fixed his hair while speaking.


"With Sanz. Soren, you should probably go do your thing." Habibah looked at the odd individual with a smile.


"Aye aye, cap'n." Soren half-smiled as he trudged off to find Isolde.


"Pair up. Don't ever get separated from each other, got it?" Habibah ordered. They nodded and began to go their separate ways. Reginald, the werewolf, stayed with Kerza, the water spirit. Viktor and Cassius took off for food. And silent and sure Andaris offered his arm to Habibah and began to escort her around campus.


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Isolde shook her head and was about to speak when Soren came up briskly and grabbed her arm. "...come on...it's time..." Isolde read his eyes for a moment, trying to access the situation.


"...b-be back in a bit, Sanz." Isolde smiled and began walking with Soren back towards the girl's dorm.
 
One hand firmly gripped Soren's shoulder, halting the man in his tracks with a force that belied Sanz's size.


"Hold it. Who are you, and where are you taking Isolde?"


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"What do you see right now? Be honest."


Raziel was looking straight Aamor's eyes as he spoke
 
"I see you, Raziel." Aamor raised an eyebrow at him. "I see a leviathan with beautifully colored scales sitting in front of me. Nothing too horribly out of the ordinary, now, since I've seen your true form."


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"My name is Soren." The shoulder beneath Sanz's hand didn't even twitch at being grabbed. "A friend of Isolde and Habibah. Alex has shown signs that he will be attempting something today. I'm escorting her at the moment. If you want more information, I suggest you ask Ms. Habibah." Soren shook off the hand and kept walking.


"D-don't worry, Sanz." Isolde was trying to ease Sanz's mind. "Soren's a good guy. I'll be back before y-you know it."
 

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