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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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"I am Sulfir, a proud son of the great wolf Fenrir!" Sulfir replied, ignorant to the fact that he wasn't literally a biological son of Fenrir. "You are Sanz, a son of Tyr, and my sworn enemy! Enough talk, die!" he shouted, launching himself at Sanz once more.


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"I am Alex...Alex Tylwood," The Alex look-alike replied. "That's all you need to know," he winked. "Now that the cat's out of the bag," he paused to chuckle at his pun, "Why don't we just take it easy and grab a meal together? Just be pals?"


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"Well, I figure we could spend some quality time together, just you and me. We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. I'd like to patch that up, you see." He paused, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. "I'm not going to beat around the bush, Izzy. I want you in my little army, you know, and we both know I can't just use my dragon's silver tongue to hypnotize you like I can with weak-willed little brats like Samuel. I'm not about to bring you any harm, so what's your problem?"
 
Sanz swerved to the side, letting the man fly by him.


"Is that so?"


Fenrir. The Fenris Wolf. The one who was to bring armageddon to the Norse pantheon. The one bound by his own Father. The one who had taken his hand.


"Thanks for clearing that up. Now I know why my right hand has been aching ever since I laid eyes on you."


The scepter at his belt was released, and pulled into his left hand. Sorry Isolde--this is not something I can just ignore
 
"Wh-what's the problem?" Isolde's eyes narrowed angrily. "You're an arrogant creature who treats as if I'm simply an object to possess, not a being with freedom of choice. I refused to be controlled by someone and that's all that you do with your little "army." I refuse to join you." She was perfectly aware of what was happening, that he had her alone. Habibah had foreseen this as well.


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"....I'd rather not." Habibah shook her head. "Why do you follow that delusional half-dragon who thinks that he's going to rule the world or something like that?"


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"Still...." Aamor sighed. "It was quite a nasty hit...." She drew her legs up to her chest and placed her arms around them. "...I do really stupid things when I'm angry....I'm sorry...."
 
"Freedom of choice is a waste on the weak," Alex shrugged. "Despite what you may think, know, or think you know, there are some I allow autonomy. Frank, for example. Show me you're worthy of being your own king, and maybe I'll reconsider. Until then, though," he advanced towards her, "you're still going to belong to me. I've been very patient with you, child of Lilth. You are a person I simply cannot afford to have taken from me. I need you under my watchful eye, not just for me, but for your sake as well. Everything I do, I do to keep my subjects safe."


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"Heh, delusional?" Tylwood cocked his head, amused. "I admit he's more ambitious than he can really get away with yet, but he will have the fate of the world in his hands someday. I know it. He'll protect it, and you." He shrugged. "I don't expect you to understand right now. All you have to do is believe, and wait. The day will come when you are overcome with joy at hearing the name Alezarius Voracitas."


Samuel walked past Habibah, returning the Eye of Horus to her as he left. He no longer needed its help. He went past the sparring Sanz and Sulfir, making for the girl's dorms.


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Sulfir saw Samuel pass them, but wasn't worried. He wouldn't get past the Kuragachis. "Ahh, right, your right hand! I wonder if I'll chew it up, like father like son?" he taunted, licking his chops. His muscles bulged and his nails turned to claws as he started drawing on his supernatural power.
 
Sanz was already in Sulfir's face as the transformation started


"You'll never get the chance."


The scepter was already being thrown in and upward swing, coming right beneath the man's chin


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Raziel shook his head and leaned back


"Well, it's not like you weren't justified in that outburst . . . or that you were possessed of enough rational thought at the time to think of the consequences."
 
Bursting into the room, he quickly takes stock of the situation. Isolde being threateningly moved on by Alex. Flashbacks of friends dieing, of being the hand of their destruction... he pushed it away. That emotional disaster would be dealt with later. Heaving the obelisk along with him was a monumental task, the thousand pound lump of carved rock resisting every movement. "Hi Isolde, you wouldn't believe how many rooms I looked in before I found you. Also, don't believe anyone if they mention towels" Turning towards Alex, "Hey Alan...Evan...Flamebutt, whatever your name is," he waves dismissively at Alex, "I do believe you are not wanted here" he says, leaning lightly on the rock, hoping for reason to activate the magical artifact.
 
Alex took stock of the situation, considering his situation for several long seconds. Finally, he spoke. "That's a pretty big rock you've got there. Honestly, I'm impressed you dragged it up the stairs. What's with the inscriptions?" he asked, totally ignoring Renault's comment about being unwanted.


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Sulfir caught the scepter in a clawed hand, his lengthening fingers catching the weapon and Sanz's hand in a tight grip. "Chance for what?" he growled, his voice dropping in pitch as he grew taller. His feet, bare of any footwear including socks, also grew vicious claws. His heel lifted off the ground as his toes extended, now standing on the balls of his feet. Coarse black fur grew all over his body, and his snout extended so his head matched the rest of his body in becoming more lupine. "Did you think you could interrupt my transformation? Ha! You god-kin are so cocky!" he roared as he lifted the scepter along with Sanz off the ground, throwing them with impressive strength. "You're dear-old dad was the same way, from what I hear. He paid for that with the hunk of ground meat you call a right hand!"


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Samuel made it to the female dorm's front, but in between him and the door stood one of the triplets. The one with the blue bow tie stood with a smile, neutrally waiting for Samuel to act.


"Out of my way," Samuel said flatly.


"Nah, sorry bud. Can't do that. Looks like you ain't one of us anymore, and I'm sorry to hear that. Alex is busy, so you should just cool your jets and wait here. I'd really rather not hurt you. Don't get me wrong: I like to spar and all that friendly competition stuff, but in this situation if we fight I worry that I'd actually make ya bleed. A lot."


Samuel's eyes narrowed a miniscule amount, signaling his displeasure. "Move," he ordered again, his tone just as gray and barely louder than before. However, the dozen or so black sparks that danced around him for a couple seconds revealed his irritation at being stopped. This was not the Samuel the others knew. His desperation for strength and power, combined with his talent for having extraordinary willpower when he feels the need to act, has caused him to effectively hijack Ryrax's demonic energy, in increasing amounts each time he does so. Unfortunately, as stated before, a human's soul is easily corrupted and tainted by this dark power. No matter how virtuous the human, they all have darkness in their soul, and even their good nature is turned evil. For example, Samuel's desire to protect his friends was being turned into a desire to violently crush any who got in his way of assuring their protection.
 
Frank slowly shambled out of the castle, book in one hand, battered sack being dragged by the other. He hardly noticed the forest disappear as he walked subconsciously back towards the main campus. "...Have monster all this moments. All life. Made of..."He paused, looking at the stitches and scars on his body. "...dead people. Kill father. Monster." He continued his trek, passing out of the woods and towards the male dorm, his bag leaving a trail of moved dirt as he continued dragging it. "...But...why?" He stopped, looking up at the slightly cloudy sky. "Why..." His gaze turned downcast once more. "Why. Why." He lifted the pack slightly off the ground. "..." He finally stopped near the door to the male dorms, unaware of the events around him. "Why Frank." He said, as if asking whatever gods existed why he was alive, or even why it had happened to be him that it happened to. "If made monster..." Frank said, finally arriving at his room, throwing it open violently, causing it to shatter upon the wall inside. He tossed his backpack and the book on the bed, turned grabbing the door knob and pulled the splintered door closed and off it's hinges. "Maybe act monster." He said, descending the stairs slowly, each footfall echoing like the sound of weights falling from a roof.
 
Sanz back-flipped and skidded across the ground . . . but when he looked up, he was smiling


"You know, if you're going to insult someone's heritage, you may wish to double-check your history before doing so."


Sanz dashed at the creature that had the blood of Fenrir within it. The scepter was not a tool for attack right now, but defense. Instead, he slid past and threw one of his knees at the creature's ribs.


"Because my father lost his hand willingly."


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"Or maybe . . . that creation became something more than what it had intended to be. Maybe he was something more."


Standing behind Frank, at the top of the stairs, was the headmaster. This time clad in a brilliant violet robe. The expression on his face was unreadable.
 
"Have no extra moment for words. Need purpose." Frank responded, stopping halfway down the stairs. "What exist is being part of many dead when none did anything? Never want exist, took alive from people." He said, looking down at his body again. "Why kill father-master. Not want alive. No person tell how be. Want be something...more." Frank paused, pinching his skin without reacting to the pain. "...Human, not human."
 
"You're right. You need a purpose, everyone does. But finding it? That's not something anyone can give you. It's something you need to find for yourself."


The headmaster was slowly walking down the stairs, eventually coming directly up behind the behemoth. Despite the raised step, he still had to look up to see Frank's head


"What I can tell you though, beyond a fraction of a doubt, is that you are not a monster. No more than any of the other students here."
 
"Then why monster ideas?" Frank said, turning to the headmaster for the first time. "Why head ouch when try thought thinks? Nothing sense making." He said, rubbing his arm. "Maybe just hungry."
 
The headmaster gave a warm smile and sat down on the step


"It's because you're upset. You've been with the academy for decades now, not knowing where you came from. Now you've found out, but you don't necessarily like what it was. To be angry and have destructive thoughts because you're upset isn't unnatural. In fact, I would call it very human. What matters is how you choose to act with those thoughts. Do you follow through with them? Do you talk about them? Or do you bottle them up inside?"
 
"...They are arcane formulae to summon a Frozen Demon Mammal, capable of producing the mythical 'Ice Cream'" he replies, a dead serious look on his face. Renault takes the opportunity of the room going awkwardly silent to set the obelisk down, and align its faces with the four cardinal directions. "Seriously though, unless you want to become a test monkey for an untested magical artifact, you should probably leave."
 
"But not glass, so no bottle. And not words good, so no talk." Frank said, stroking his chin in what traditionally looked like thought. "So, all left is act." Frank brought his hand into his palm with a resounding thump. "...But not theatre either." He said with a frown.
 
The headmaster raised an eyebrow at the giant of a man in front of him


"Ah, that's not quite what I meant."


He let out a sigh


"In short, you have destructive urges right now. Are you going to follow through with what they say? Or will you do something else?"
 
Isolde moved out of the corner, now attempting to walk over to Renault and away from Alex. "Why the hell are you summoning something in my room?!?!" Her eyes examined the obelisk carefully while also trying to keep an eye on Alex. She didn't expect him to give it this easily and was waiting for his next attempt.


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"Heh, I'll believe that when I see it." Habibah crossed her arms and leaned back against Andarus. Her plan had worked; Samuel cared about Isolde and that part of his caring nature was easy to weaponize. "...you don't really seem to be wanting to fight. Is your plan to talk me into submission or something?" Her fingers gently brought the Eye of Horus back over her head and around her neck. Its job was far from over.


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"....yeah...it's not like no one in this world has seen me like that..." Aamor's face had just barely gotten back to a normal skin tone when she began to blush again. "I know you didn't mean to; you thought I was in trouble. So, it's fine...." Her eyes remained fixated on the ground as she once again began to force her skin tone back to its normal state.
 
Sulfir laughed, loud and cruel. "Hyahahahahaaa! I shouldn't be surprised, you're dear daddy WAS a total dumbass!" He blocked Sanz's attack by mirroring his opponent, their kneecaps colliding. "Thank your dipsh** of a dad for your hamburger hand!" he said as he wrestled with his sworn enemy. Strength-wise, Sulfir was nearly Sanz's equal, and he knew full well how to fight from sparring with Alex.


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"Hehehe, I suppose you could say that," Tylwood replied, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not a fighter, I'm just a fake. Only good for misdirection and stalling for time."


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A rapping at the window made Alex turn around. He strode over and opened it. "Kind of busy, Ao," he said to the bow-tied youth hovering outside. "What do you want?"


"That kid you brainwashed snapped out of it and is pretty insistent on coming up," he quipped with a light chuckle. "I stalled him by saying I'd ask for your permission to let him pass, but if you would rather I show him his place..."


Alex was quiet for a moment as he thought of a bad idea. "Well, if my dear Isolde had been behaving, this wouldn't be happening," he replied loudly. "However, she is being rather selfish. She needs to learn that that kind of attitude can hurt those around her. I will work with her up here, but in the meantime..." he looked behind him, a cruel smirk aimed right at Isolde, "...rough up her precious little boy-toy."


Ao nodded and dropped out of sight as Alex turned around fully and leaned on the windowsill. "Poor kid's gonna get himself hurt, all because of you," he taunted Isolde. "What a shame. He's such a nice boy too."


Exactly what was going on between Ao and Samuel was unseen, but the sounds of their fight sounded through the open window. The crackling of black lightning, the rush of razor-sharp wind, and the cries of pain from the young boy were all clearly audible.
 
Sanz grappled with the aspect of Fenrir, his muscles bulging underneath his shirt. There was a *crack* through the air as his head collided with the monstrosity. Not the greatest idea. Both of them reeled back for a few moments, gritting their teeth in pain.


"He, unlike your father, actually believes in something besides armageddon!"


Sanz threw the scepter in his hand at Sulfir's head, the metal practically singing with the air behind it


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From the window below where Samuel was fighting, there was suddenly a massive flash of heat and light.


"Come on now, this is hardly fair."


Before the battle in front of the dorms, Armin was standing with his flame wings completely extended


"How 'bout you let me in on the party?" 
"I'll keep that in mind next time."


Raziel froze for a moment after he said that. 'Next time?' He was implying that this was an occurrence that would occur again? He shook his head quickly, as if he could throw away the few seconds that he had spoken during


"I mean--that's only if you--"


Crap. That didn't help matters at all
 
Isolde heard the voice of Armin and smiled inwardly. Now, she wasn't going to have to bend to Alex's will to save Samuel. In fact, she might not have done it in the first place. She a daughter of Lilth after all...


"Sorry, Alex, but if me "being selfish" keeps me away from you, then I'm going to keep doing it." Isolde answered him. "You cannot and will not ever control me."


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Habibah cackled just a bit. "Your illustrious leader believed that I was the main player here? Oh please..." Her grin widened. "Why would I lift a finger when I have everyone else to do things for me?"


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Aamor giggled at his words. That little screw-up and Raziel's quick attempts to rectify it were cute....wait, had she just used the words 'Raziel' and 'cute' in the same sentence? What? Cute? Raziel? Raziel was acting cute? Her brain took a minute to process that, then she realized that perhaps she should say something in order to intervene.


"If you're asking if I'd ever like to come back here..." She put a finger over his lips to stop his sputtering. "The answer is yes."
 
Ao chuckled nervously, and didn't hide it very well either. "Hey, hey...sorry to say bud, but you weren't invited," he said to Armin. He and his brothers had been warned about engaging the freshman phoenix. That wasn't to say that they couldn't stall for time, though. "Though if you really insist on interfering...we can make this three versus two." With rushes of wind his two brothers appeared behind Armin, a fair distance away. Samuel was on a knee, not breathing as heavily as one might have guessed. While his body was battered-looking, the clear and focused look in his left eye showed that he was far from finished. His expression, however, was still eerily blank. He had no determination or even anger in his eye...at least not yet.


To Samuel's credit, Ao wasn't without his signs of struggle, but he had clearly been winning the duel. He returned his attention to Samuel while his brothers, the red and black, prepared to take on Armin. "Enough playing around, Ao," the red-headband-wearing one said. "Stop holding back because we'll need all three to have a chance against this one."


Ao sighed. "Whatever you say, Aka..." with a flourish of his arms and a rush of wind, a kusarigama appeared in his hands. Aka summoned a pair of kamas and the yet-unnamed third brother produced a standard two-handed scythe. "Sorry Sam, nothing personal, but I can't waste my time with you anymore. Just give up for your own sake, would ya? Please?"


Samuel stood, as one strand of hair after another turned black. "I would offer you the same advice," he replied coolly, "but I doubt you'd be smart enough to take it."


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Tylwood waggled a finger at Habibah. "I never said that. Honestly, I have no idea what Alex is thinking, pretty much ever. Though I have gotten bored of my role here. Talking to you isn't much fun."


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Alex snorted. "Control? That's an awfully strong word. I'm not so much a tyrant that I would use my subjects like a puppet. I give them more freedom than that. Besides, if you knew what I'm protecting you from..." he paused; he was unsure whether or not he should speak of Hydra. He shrugged. "Well, I'm not your enemy. If only you would wise up and see that."


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"Gyahahahaha! Oh c'mon, a little bit of apocalypse never hurt anyone!" he said as he dodged the scepter, which lodged itself into a faraway tree. "It's just the death of the world and everything on it, that's all! Death ain't as scary as you think. You should try it sometime, SON OF TYR!" he roared as he scythed his clawed foot across Sanz's abdomen. He tore the shirt open but just failed to draw blood.
 
"A three versus two?"


A grin spread over Armin's face as the surrounding area started to ripple with heat . . . and then got hotter . . . and didn't stop


"I think you mean a three versus one."


A blast of wind hot enough to ignite cloth blew the other two brothers away, sending them across the grounds as Armin dashed up. One wing of his was over Samuel, a flame pouring over his body that restored and revitalized whatever it touched.


You've got spine kid. Go and use it


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Sanz fell backward, but as he did so, something was connected to the scepter behind the wolf-man. A shimmering ribbon that connected to Sanz's left hand. With a quick turn, he had run once around the wolf.


"I think not. If you have even a fraction of your father's memories you should recognize this."


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Raziel was silent for about a minute, then softly chuckled under his breath


"Probably a bit more prepared though."
 
"Your attempts don't even come close to the mark." Isolde chuckled. "You want me on your side? Better learn how to talk to women that aren't affected by your charms. Seriously, you think that your massive ego attracts me? Forget it. As for protecting me...." Isolde's eyes narrowed. "I am safe here and where I will be going after my time here is even safer. So thanks, but no thanks to your protection offers."


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"If you weren't one of Alex goons, you'd be attractive to me and thus worth actually talking to." Habibah rolled her eyes. "You've got Alex's looks without his ego. Though, I doubt that I'm looking at your true form....and if it bothers you so much to talk to me, then why are you still talking to me? My plans keep going whether I move from this spot or not."


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Aamor suddenly leaned in and hugged him. "Thanks for bringing me here, Raziel...." And she just stayed there, holding onto him. It felt comfortable here; in fact, it almost felt natural. Okay, how many epiphanies was she going to have in the span of twenty four hours? Seriously?
 
Samuel turned his head to glance at Armin, his expression continuing to be unreadable. After deterimining that he could safely move forward, he ran to the female dorm.


The three brothers wanted to stop him but couldn't afford to: they really needed to focus their attention on Armin. They surrounded him, each brandishing their weapon of choice. Only the swirling wind around them spared them of Armin's intensely-hot aura. "Let's begin," Aka said, and they all disappeared in blurs of speed. The wind rushed around Armin as they tested his defenses, using their speed and coordination with practiced ease as their blades sliced the air.


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Tylwood sighed theatrically. "Alas, my orders are to keep talking with you in an effort to keep you from directly interfering," he answered. "He really doesn't care about your little clique of followers or whatever short-sighted plans you may have." He grinned teasingly, an expression that looked odd on Alex's face. "I do find it interesting that you find him attractive, if only physically. I'll be sure to let him know once this is all wrapped up, he'll get a kick out of that."


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Sulfir yowled in surprise. "Impossible! Suzy said you didn't have Gleipnir!"


Actually, she had only told him that she hadn't seen Sanz use it.


Sulfir's left arm was pinned to his side by the ribbon but his right arm was still free. "Stop being a pu*** with your girly-ass ribbon and fight me like a man!" he roared in anger, slashing wildly at Sanz.


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Alex's smirk of mild amusement fell. "I'm being as accommodating as I can be, you ungrateful little c***," he cursed calmly as he advanced towards her. The air around him began to shimmer slowly from the heat that was beginning to radiate from his body and the irises of his eyes narrowed into the vertical slits of a dragon's. "Last chance for the easy way to resolve this. I really don't want to hurt that pretty face." He glanced at Renault. "I'm sure you don't want that either. Would you be so kind as to help me talk some sense into her?"
 
Armin kept the fiery hot Aura around him, but his eyes could only just follow the three men swirling around him. His clothes and skin were slowly being shredded, as blood started to spatter the ground around him


"You know that kid--"


He started with a smile as the flames started to cloak his body once more


"He finally managed to break out of whatever stupor he was in. Aren't you curious as to what he'll do once he gets there? Well regardless, none of you will see it."


As another brother came at him, Armin's entire body erupted in flame. The brother closest to him, wind or not, was pushed back and would feel some of the skin charred from his bones. The other two . . . could only stand in awe as something beyond mortal revealed itself from the flames. A massive pair of wings stretched from the center, feathers the color of a brilliant fire covered them, and a massive screech tore through the area. What stood before them was a beast that was awe inspiringly beautiful, and yet utterly terrifying at the same time. One downbeat of his wings sent flames throughout the grass. But rather than burn, they became more vibrant, greener and healthier than before


"I wonder how long three of you will last against a true phoenix?"


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"Well, Suzy was misinformed then."


Sanz calmly walked around back to Sulfir's front, Gleipnir wrapping further around his torso, though his wild flailing kept his arm safe.


"If you're so repulsed by this 'girly-ass ribbon', then why don't you try and break it?"


Despite the young man's calm tone, there was a fire in his eyes that spoke of ancient hatred. He dashed up to Sulfir, his elbow landing square in the creature's abdomen


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Ray was a bit taken aback by Aamor's sudden closeness to him, but merely put one arm around her in return


"You're welcome."


He had intended to take her somewhere away from all the chaos of school for a brief retreat. Yet he had ended up learning a lot about why she was the way she was now, and at the same time both of them had opened up to the other somewhat. It had been a rather unexpected turn of events to be sure.
 

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