Reaper Academy (Actual RP)

Reaching Grimm's office. Kiriel knocked on his door before entering. When he saw the state of Grimm he reconsidered bothering him now but he was already here and had a couple questions. "Grimm what's this about a war? Will there be an opportunity for students to fight?" Almost instantly he had an idea but held onto it just in case, Kiriel noticed the bottle and looking back at Grimm he was closer to turning and leaving, but he held his ground.
 
Grimm looked up from a pile of papers and sighed. Though he had drained a bottle of alcohol he was anything but drunk. "I would like to avoid any more student casualties if I can. Today the academy was attacked for the reason of causing mayhem and death, I refuse to take such a gesture without fighting back." He continued to work on the papers each obviously being a long letter reviewing the situation personalized in different languages for the agents around the world. "I would like to believe that the students won't have to fight in this war, but most likely they will." He then looked directly at Kiriel and assessed him. "You didn't get injured too badly, I need you to gather a few more teachers who you think can still fight to guard the perimeter."
 
Allyson :"W


She woke up a few hours later as she sat up, sighing. She looked over towards the bird who was perched upon its bed, asleep. Allyson stood to her feet as she pulled the hair from her face, walking over to her vanity. Taking a seat she ran the brush through her hair, removing the knots from the light blonde hair. Once done she just sighed. She had to treat the wound properly eventually. So, after that she spent a good amount of time fixing it up before wrapping it properly. Changing into her usual shirt, waist coat and skirt she left her room. Of course she had the usual choker around her neck. For once, Allyson was with out the bird that followed her. "What should I do..."


 
Not surprised that Grimm knew about his involvement in the fight Kiriel simply nodded and turned around about to walk out before remembering his last question he turned to face Grimm, but deciding to wait until a better time he walked out turning towards the teachers dorms, even though she was injured he still wanted to let Ms. Allyson know that he would need her in the future, he would then find Mr. Colbe
 
ardetha awoke with a start her heart pounded in her chest as she sat up. her snow white hair a mess around her face. she heard the announcement over the intercoms all the while her frown only showed more. "war?..how can we go to war like this.." she put her palm to her face and shook her head. she put on her clothes, a simple white dress with black leggins, her hair once brushed cascading down to her legs. she looked herself over in the mirror still frowning, whats the point of trying to look nice in hopes for another normal day..because after this normal doesnt exist. she exited her room feeling the same as she always did in these times and for once she actually repeated the words of the song she always murmured, " The sky, it flashed Heave-ho, heave-ho, His pillow dulled the brink. The curtains ran between my legs As we began to sink, I closed my eyes Heave-ho, heave-ho As the ship was rent and felled. Eddies in the water headed To the mouth of Hell, ‘Hush, now, hush, love Here’s your gown There’s the bed Lanterns down’ I’m begging you, please wake me up In all my dreams I drown..." she choked on the words a punched a wall making her knuckles bleed leaving red streaks against the contrasting walls.
 
Night shivered hearing Grimm's voice over the intercom and shook his head as they mentioned the school was at war. That was just great, Night didn't even have a weapon down yet and they were at war. He didn't want to depend on others to defend him. Night sighed softly and shook his head before looking up at the teacher and Grimm. He then watched the two talk only to smile when he was mentioned about a new student.


After a short time had passed Night nodded to the teacher as she offered to show him his room. He would then follow her scanning the halls trying to get an image of the area so he could find his way back on his own. When they had reached the room, Night bowed softly to the teacher and nodded. "Goodnight Miss Allyson" The boy would then turn and look to his room scanning it before moving into the room more trying to familiarize himself with everything.


After a short time of looking over his room Night sat down on his bed and shifted into a meditation stance concentrating on his weapon once more trying to materialize it into his hand. It would last for at least two hours of not working before Night sighed. "This isn't working....." He mumbled and shook his head attempting it one final time.


This time he would do it. Night would concentrate on the small white orb in his figure transferring the energy through his body. As he did this he inhaled deeply, releasing it slowly and the small white orb would appear to be visible in his hand. The orb would slowly proceed to extend itself out in a staff formation before solidifying itself leaving a silver staff like structure. The staff slowly wrapped itself in what looked to be silver leather. At the top a metal cylinder would wrap it with a blade shooting from the side which would proceed to do the same leathery pattern.

I'm horrible at explaining things but yea heres a photo as to what I was trying to explain.
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ardetha hissed in pain as she held her wrist and looked up at the wall. the feleing to just hit over and over again till it was painted red was overwhelming as was the feleing to just sit down and cry. she didnt ask for all this, for the constant reminder of her death that seems to never go away and the pure want to get revenge on the people who did this to her. but she knew she would only get herself in more trouble, so sliding down against the wall clutching her bleeding fist she held back tears she had held back for years.
 
Allyson :


"Markus...you big big idiot..." Allyson Thyme was very very tempted to go and leave the school just so she could go scream in anger at the renegade Reaper. Tempted was not the right word, it was that she was going to attempt to and very soon. Grimm wouldn't notice for a while since there was a lot of teachers and a lot of work after all, or so she hoped. Still, she was even to this day continuing to hold a grudge against some of her past students who had betrayed and joined Markus. Not that she had reported that to Grimm. Like that Kirimi girl. A few years ago she vanished from the school after graduating, without saying nothing. Of course, Allyson at that time was avoiding getting in trouble by going out on a 'trip'. She saw the girl and asked why she was not at the school. She now knew why the girl betrayed Grimm but had kept it to herself for a while. The teacher sighed before she headed to her class room, a pout on her lips. "I hate teaching...couldn't I just take on a small group and teach them? Not a whole class..." She whined, throwing her arms up.
 
TheKaosophile said:
"Sorry Whise, I've got to go, get to " Mr. Colbe said, grateful for an excuse to not answer that tough question. he rushed out of the training room, sweeping the halls for any remaining students, occasionally threatening them with This Machine to get them moving.
(So... Many... RPs...)
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(See, Dark? I did reply.)
 
Night gleamed with pride as he saw his newly formed weapon. This was a nice one, hopefully he could learn to use it. The boy would then smiled as he placed the scythe beside him on the bed and relax pulling covers over him. He would soon hope the weapon wouldn't disappear before closing his eyes. "Long day.....Let me wake up from this dream now." He said before drifting off to sleep.


Hours would pass before the boy would sit up in a jolt quickly looking around. His hands would soon race across his chest before he would glance around the room. Night then sighed softy shaking his head. "This isn't a dream..... Is it?" He would sigh softly once more shaking his head. "I really am dead, I really am in this place and i'm lost." The boy soon glanced to the scythe which had stayed beside him while he slept. Picking it up, Night hopped out of the bed and placed the staff part on his shoulder moving towards the door only to open it and head out. "I wonder where that nice teacher went to." He said pondering on his thoughts trying to remember how to get around the school.
 
Evangeline stood there in an awkward cloud of disappointment and rejection. For once in her life...or rather lack there of, she felt alone.


(Geeze, isn't this a cluster of people...)
 
(I apologize for my absence everyone soon I will be assigning characters from the chaos guild to other people who posted characters in the chaos guild so please keep track.)


Grimm sighed and stepped out of his office into the teachers lounge. He was tired and angry from not only spending a day trying and failing to kill Markus, but spending the night afterwards doing nothing but sitting in his office watching. He entered the teachers lounge and filled his ridiculously large mug with coffee before walking into the classroom he was now subbing for. It wasn't exactly something he was hoping to do and he was hoping to find a replacement soon, but the times made things difficult. "Goodmorning class you all know me, if you don't then get out." He took a large swig from his mug and looked around. "Today you will be finding your specialty when it comes to spiritual magic. You should all have a piece of glass on the desk in front of you, please pick it up and concentrate on it. Once it changes colors bring it to me. Second and third year students you may be surprised to find the color has shifted."
 
Allyson :


She stared at the sky lazily, her eyes narrowed before she sighed. The woman turned upon her heels as she headed off, her eyes strangely dark. Did she report that girl to Grimm or not? Did she reveal the fact that she was aware of the girls absence? Till now Allyson had completely forgotten about that. She walked through the halls, fingers tapping against her waist as she glared at the ground. I could train..... Then again, Allyson never enjoyed training. When she was a student she was constantly missing or avoiding any lessons involving physical battle due to her previous belief that she was still physically weak as she was in a human life. To say the least, she often had failed. She was good with the spiritual and magical part though. She still never turned up. She walked over to Grimm's classroom, slipping in as she leaned against the wall. "I'm bored Grimm so can I watch?" She asked politely. That and she wanted to learn more about the current students before she 'vanished' again.
 
Night moved into the class room that others were going into. He had no idea if he was meant to be in the class or not. Night would sigh softly moving to a desk that wasn't occupied and sat down staring at the desk. His weapon had faded from sight but Night knew he could bring it forth again if he really tried. He shook his head closing his eyes as he thought about how he did it and the image of the weapon. He knew what it looked like, so now he could summon it easier correct?


The boy smiled softly at the thoughts and jolted up right when the sound of Grimm's voice came across the classroom. He would then smile as he said if they did not know him then leave. Night had known who he was only on the occasion that the nice teacher had introduced him slightly. Night would look to the next voice who entered the room making him grin and wave to the female. "Hello Teacher!" He half shouted across the room then perked realizing what he had just done. Why did he do that? It was disrespectful wasn't it?


Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Night picked up the piece of glass and stared at it softly. He would then squint focusing his eyes on it. A few moments would go by before it would light up an ocean blue color swirled with a glowing white. He would then perk grinning happily only to see the colors fade with his loss of concentration. He then began to work his focus again channeling the energy through the glass as he would when he first summoned the weapon. This would give the same attribute as before, a ocean blue in a swirled mixed with a glowing white color.


Night would keep his focus as he slowly stood up and slowly wandered to Grimm in which he smiled looking up at him. "I did it!" He said laughing softly in a happy tone. This time the color would not fade and stayed inside. "Now what?"
 
Grimm looked up at the extremely perky student and sighed. He felt about as strong as when he started the job of the first reaper. Back in those days he could barely do anything but summon a scythe until he slowly learned that he could summon more power. It was a strange thing for him to be the first, he was told that his job was to handle spirits, but never told how. He had simply woken up with a scythe on his chest and a cloak on his back. He walked over to the student and examined the colors. He blinked a few times and looked at the glass. "A deep sea blue mixed with white, your magic is best for protection and assistance. The deep blue symbolizes protection and the white symbolizes healing." Grimm picked up the glass and tapped it the colors becoming permanent before a small chain necklace appeared connecting to the glass. Grimm handed the now necklace to the boy and walked away. "Once you have found your color I will make it a necklace and you will be needing it for future assignments." With that more students began calling Grimm over for him to make their necklaces. If you looked hard enough you could see the shine of a metal chain just beneath the collar of his shirt.
 
Allyson :


She watched Grimm help the students, a happy smile upon her lips as she nodded. She remembered learning that. Hers came out with a strange mix of colors, it was plain odd in Allyson's appearance but it always looked good when she placed it under a light. The main colour in it was green. That was probably why every time she summoned energy or magic it ended up green. She heard a voice call out, flinching slightly at the loudness before she turned her head, noticing Night. A smile came to her lips as she walked over to him, looking at his piece of glass. "Ah! It is so pretty!" She cooed softly before ruffling the boys hair. "Well done little one." She replied softly, smiling.
 
Night smiled and nodded to the teacher. "Thank you, what does yours look like?" He asked as he placed his new necklace around his neck smiling softly. "I think I want a new outfit, if I'm going to be stuck in this world the I want to atleast dress differently and would love to help others."
 
[QUOTE="Kiro Akira]"Thank you, what does yours look like?"

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(so many possibilities... Bowchickabowow, giggidy, that's what she said, Donut? Where's Sister when you need her, et cetera.)
 
Grimm looked down at the student and reached into his shirt. This required him to undo the top button and loosen his tie, but he was happy to stop choking himself with that stupid outfit. What he pulled out was a glass orb on the end of a chain the size of a marble. The color that filled the orb was such a deep black that it gave off the illusion that there was no light around it. In the center a small bit of deep red spun around taking random shapes most people connected with death, some happy and some dark. "When I tested the method it was less refined than the one you are doing right now." With that he turned around and went to look at the other students taking a glance at Allyson. "Have you been assigned to take over this class?" He couldn't remember if he had assigned anybody to it, and Allyson was qualified so it made some sense.
 
Brant wandered around the school, this was his prep period and he didn't have much to do, he found the class with the headmaster in it and decided to sit in for the rest of the period. He watched as students learned their colors. He hadn't, because he was too stubborn to use magic, but with the free time he was ending up with as of late, perhaps it was high time to learn something new... "Sir? I hope I'm not interrupting" he knew he wasn't really, he listened to everything, but it was polite "But... I think I am ready to learn my color now" he said, barely a whisper. This was not an easy subject for him to discuss. Sure he was rather young, but being a teacher who knows less than a first year student wasn't the most... Empowering thing in the world. He glanced around the room, making sure nobody had heard.
 
Lucius merely listened to Grimm's words about war. "Ha! Don't need ta tell me how ta use a gun. 'Reckon you don't forget things like that too easily." He started twirling one of his revolvers with undeniable skill. He was just speaking out loud but got a few strange looks from those around him.
 
Kiriel having not found Ms. Allyson walks to his next class a little annoyed since he hates being late. Walking into the classroom he is surprised to see Grimm teaching and an odd collection of other teachers. Deciding to wait until after class to talk with Ms. Allyson he heads to his desk and picks up the glass ball. He wills his energy to flow into it watching as the glass seemingly fogs up. It turns a fiery mix of red, orange, and yellow with an odd back outline. The black creeps towards the center making root like shapes before it all solidifies. Kiriel jerks back in surprise but walks up to Grimm handing it him. "This is a lot different than last year, what does it mean"
 
(Oh god everyone in the same room!)


Grimm looked at Brant for a second before handing him a glass marble the same size as Grimm's own. "Concentrate this time Brant, you need to learn how to concentrate on something other than your aim." He had tried this before but Brant had failed a few times. Even so Brant was the best at what he did and had rightfully earned the spot of teacher. He then turned to Kiriel and looked at the new colors. Without a word Grimm picked up the glass and inspected it as it swirled and shaped itself a worried expression creeping up onto his face. "This can mean three bad things and one good thing." He had begun to whisper at that point, making sure nobody else could hear. "The obvious is that the fiery colors represent a change to powerful damaging magic that unchecked can get out of control. Like a true fire this magic will spread if not controlled and has great destructive powers, but can also if used correctly be very helpful to others. Now to the strange blackness. Very few students ever see black as a color, even though it is the main color to my soul. Black emanates a spiritual ability to bring about death magic, which has been forbidden by me for years. I would tell you to get rid of the blackness, but I know you can't so don't delve into death magic or you will fall into one of the two bad paths." With that Grimm stood up and went back to Brant. "Concentrate as if you were aiming one of your damned rifles!"
 
In... Out... In... Out... Concentrate Mr Colbe closed his eyes opening them without the spark of alertness they usually held. He gripped the small orb, channeling all his focus onto it like it was a faraway target. The clear glass fogged for a moment, a few specks of color dripping in. He zeroed in on those dots, willing them to expand... To explode... Like a god damned bouncing Betty. The burst of emotions that ensued from Brant thinking about his death was enough to flood the marble with color. "It's about damn time!" he said, holding out the sphere to Grimm, "Now what does it mean?"
 
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