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[Sir Les Paul]

Dansensei

Location: Library Dungeon
Tags: The Regal Rper Susanoo

This time, Daisensei did not stop Ikki. He merely watched. He watched the full extent of his power. He wanted to see if this little half-breed had the potential to truly become a Kishin. The short answer? No. Not immediately. The half-breed could transition into a feral version of himself. A Monster. Effectively, just a more powerful version of an Evil Human. But, not a Kishin. Not even a Mock Kishin. Ikki thought he could live up to some type of legacy, but he was wrong again still. In this form, a set of Two Star Meisters could hunt him down. His father, for all intents and purposes, was a failure.

Failure here was evident. Ikki lunged forward at his high speed, but it still could not match Daisensei in this realm. All the elder master had to do was lift his hand--as he did with everyone. In a singular moment, it was not some irregular force that stopped Ikki, but a raw, powerful one. As if gripped by an invisible Hand of God, the feral version of this child was stopped. Then, flung back into the white emptiness with enough force to knock him out.

Then again. And, again. And, again. These events repeated themselves in a cycle, like an old VHS recording being rewound and played again over the same scene.

Around this time, Lord Symmetry entered the archived halls that Daisensei called home. The man with the iron mask was sitting still, holding the hand of the incapacitated Ikki still. The outside was calm. Serene, even. "Symmetry, Kid, you should see what I have seen..." Daisensei told him. Without the helmet, even Lord Symmetry was not immune to the mental games that Daisensei could perform. The entirety of the vision for Ikki and his future was played out for Lord Symmetry, then the entirety of the exchanges between Daisensei and Ikki himself. It was forty minutes or so for Lord Symmetry, but less than a half second in real time. Such was the power of time perception.

Directly after, Daisensei merged the mind of Lord Symmetry into the Soul Space of Ikki and himself wherein Ikki was in the endless cycle of corruption, lunging forward as a feral beast. "You will forgive for intruding on your mind, but I do believe you needed to see what has transpired. He is no Kishin, perhaps if left alone, but he is a threat. Put on a mission of high enough stakes, I have no doubt he would have killed or gotten killed other students," Daisensei explained. This world was now shared by them. Eerily, ikki was locked in an endless cycle of a feral assault. It likely was this ability that had Lord Death always come in pairs.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Library Dungeon

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Lord Symmetry

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From the second he entered the Space, Lord Symmetry immediately began to understand just why both Eibon and his father had been so wary of Daisen in the first place. Not that the headmaster had had any reason to doubt the observations he'd made in their first meeting, but now it was more apparent than anything.

Daisensei could've been a powerful foe, if he had chosen to not reform.

Regardless, the issue at hand wasn't the level of trouble his prisoner could impose without that mask- the issue was what Daisensei had shown him prior to joining the duo's conversation. Like a broken DVD player stuck on rewound and play, Lord Symmetry watched Ikki lunge, rewind, attack, and repeat. And every time the loop reiterated, was another time Lord Symmetry reflected on the things he had been shown.

"And I thought things would go well." The headmaster said with a slight chuckle. "Hm, Wiccan" Lord Symmetry began. "Since you've been placed here, in the past 40 so years DWMA was able to make peace with the Witches. Ikki Kuki as you can see here is a prime example, as well as a few other students back at the academy. It took my degenerate brother, the fate of the world and more negotiations and careful planning in the years that followed before we were able to get anywhere- but in time we were able to slowly integrate some witches back into society. And with a little help from new allies we were able to integrate a lot more." With that said, Lord Symmetry turned his attention to the white canvas around them and turned to move through the empty space as he continued

"Since the last war, things have changed. We've had a bumpy road in recovery, some of that-- most of that, lie in my own faults. Perhaps had I trusted advice a bit more I may have come to you sooner. Which is why Ikki is here in the first place.

Daisen, if I may call you so, here is my verdict. That futuristic vision you showed me is proof enough that if we don't stop this here, there will be more problems than resolutions. While I'm not completely against kicking Ikki out now, it wouldn't solve anything if I were to expel them from the school. Yes, I do agree that they lack discipline. It's an issue I've been facing since DWMA suffered casualties and nearly lost everything but if I expel Ikki now it wouldn't do anyone any good. The Wiccan Council and the Third Eye keep a good eye on those susceptible to the Pull and too weak-willed in overcoming it. If Ikki understands this, we'd lose the chance in stopping them and even worse, putting an end to a new threat. After seeing that vision with him and one of my students I'd have to say I can agree with one thing..." the headmaster's eyes looked ahead into the blank canvas ahead before he turned to face the robed man.

"You may strip Ikki of their magic. Perform the seal, you aren't wrong in doing so. And Ikki has no right whatsoever in refusing you. Although..." Lord Symmetry's eyes moved back to the broken record display before them. "...if you wouldn't mind releasing them from that state?" the headmaster suggested with a raised brow more than asked.

Sir Les Paul Susanoo

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Dansensei

Location: Library Dungeon
Tags: The Regal Rper Susanoo

Daisensei considered the reality of an alliance with Witches. He knew plenty about magic. He knew about the various species that used it. Not all of them suffered the Pull of Magic. Not all Witches did, either. It depended on their nature. Yet, still, a large majority of them did. An Alliance with them would be little difference, to the mind of Daisensei, than an alliance with Werewolves or Monsters themselves. They are creatures. Beasts. Just intelligent ones.

Daisensei raised his hand, ultimately stopping the endless cycle he put Ikki in. The final result was the young Meister sprawled out unconscious on the white ground, twitching in a restless, cold sleep. "He will be unconscious once we leave just as he is here. He may even have some retrograde amnesia; it depends on how his body reacts to the mental strain. Nevertheless, if you want the seal placed on him, I will need your help. I can access your minds without touching, but I cannot access wavelengths--such are the restrictions of the Mask of Eibon. I am also restricted to less than a percent of my own wavelength. To have enough power to seal him, I will need yours by proxy. When we leave here, simply place your hand on my back. I cannot initiate Resonance, but you can. It will be more akin to a Chain Resonance than that with a weapon. Your Wavelength will be like the hammer behind my chisel as I inscribe the seal onto him," Daisen explained. He was quite forthright with the limitations the mask put on him. He could not Resonate. Less than a percent of his own wavelength--alone that was unsettling. He also seemed to require touch for most of his more advanced abilities.

The restrictions Lord Death and Eibon put on him were more extensive than any prisoner left alive. What was in the files from the Oceania Branch?

The question soon dissolved just like the white world around them. Just as predicted, Ikki fell unconscious and Daisensei guided him to his lap. Wheelchair bound, Daisensei still had fairly strong upper body strength. "I'm sure you kept up on your studies, so I'll tell you how this seal works quickly and its limitations. The Seal will be comprised of your Wavelength and my own, but mostly yours. This means he will have a minute amount of of our Soul Signatures with him if someone perceives his Seal. The Seal is more like a barrier. It blocks the communication between the Soul and the Aether. It exists on his soul as much as it does his physical body. Being made of your Wavelength, it will be tremendously hard to break. It would require someone of skill parallel to mine, magic that could rival your wavelength or Ikki to use an advanced Resonance technique repeatedly. When I say advanced, I mean of the ultimate calibre: Demon-Hunt for example," Daisensei explained, now with the mottled voice that came through his mask opposed to the clear one in the Soul Space.

Daisensei pressed his thumb into the forehead of Ikki, then looked over his shoulder at Lord Symmetry, "Now I need your Soul, Shinigami," Daisensei said, referencing the need of another to perform this.
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[Phayne]

Location: Room 2R with Taz and Ikki
Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sudden explosion of light, Darius remained steadfast in his spot, unperturbed by somewhat threatening welcoming the trio were receiving. His 'bravery' however was not born from an indomitable will, but more of a quiet scientific deduction of the whole situation. Simply put Darius had surmised this current display as being somewhat redundant in its nature and lacking any real 'oomph' in its display. Sure, had the three of them happened upon this spot by chance then his reaction would have been different, but the fact that they were led here and Darius himself had no ill-intentions had allowed him to deduce this as being a rather pointless routine. Not even for a moment did he feel any sense of fear or nervousness as the lasers scanned him; his only adverse reaction being his slight step backwards as the laser shone in his eyes. He was already visually impaired given his need for glasses, he didn't need that problem being enhanced by a laser to the eye.

Unspeaking, Darius glanced down at Prima for a moment before he too followed Tazmuir into the new room. Aside from this being apart of his duties in regards to babysitting Taz, Darius too was somewhat curious about this Gilbert fella, the rather unorthodox location and over the top 'intruder system', sparking a but of curiosity within him. ​

@Plasma The Regal Rper

 

[The Regal Rper]

• Shinigami
• The Alchemist
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  Like stepping out of humidity and stepping into a ventilated room of frostiness, the air grew just a bit colder as Lord Symmetry complied to Daisensei's wishes. One pale hand slid out of a pocket and reached out for a shoulder. The moment the principal's right hand met Daisensei's right shoulder, fingers curled around and gently grasped the wheelchair bound man.
  
  Eyes closed, and one steady exhale later Kid the First spoke; "Let us begin."
  
  Time did not tick, it went on unnoticed. The temperature did not rise nor did it drop but the air itself held a chill to it that was not there before and had no business being there now. Animus cared not for logic however and allowed bits of mana trapped within the plants, trapped within pocket molecules of air, to flow not into the deity but around both him and his ensemble. Childishly brushing strands of hair, clicking or slightly adjusting the wrinkles of clothes, and whistling ever so lightly as it all filled the the abode of books and vegetation. A unnatural breeze filled Daisensei's chambers and with every unnoticed tick of that went on that metaphorical clock- spiritual energy gently flowed through Kid's arm and was pumped in a steady rivulet through his fingers and palm right into the gates of Daisensei's waiting wavelength.
  
  Leaves whistled, a slight flap filled the air, and only after giving himself a small practice trial, did Lord Symmetry truly dig in to begin the task at hand.
  
  The wind picked up, the air grew colder, hints of condensation filled the air and the principal's steady stream no longer flowed but pumped into his partner as his wavelength reached out to his prisoner's, ever ready to begin their duty-- ever ready to inscribe the seal.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Madman's Lair​

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  A nosily buzzing corridor greeted three new guests with seizure inducing flashing lights every time three steps were made down its neat and tidy halls yet freshly 'painted' walls. Down that corridor at the very bottom...was another door. Behind that door...may as well have been just another door from the looks of how things were going.
  
  Nevertheless, nineteen painfully blinking lights later and the door was finally at a reach, the only problem was no handle presented itself in sight. There was no eye scanning equipment, no electronic swipe access, no hidden anything to allow access of any sort. Not even a "Push" sign for the dumdums; there was just a door without a bloody handle. If one were smart they would be frustrated at this scenario. Walking down from the school's upper crust to the underground halls of DWMA took a good 9-14 minutes to reach. Getting to this place alone had taken up 20 minutes in total. But if one had been to DWMA's personal pharmacist as many times as Taz had, one couldn't really afford to be that surprised.
  
  Four annoyingly grating seconds of blinking lights and nonstop buzzing transpired. Luckily for the group waiting any longer would not be an option nor even a problem because by the third blink of darkness covering all the very ground itself collapsed into a trap door and within a matter of seconds three students found that they no longer had anything solid to step on.
  
  And so the academy had decided to make Darius, Taz, and Prima it's next meal.
  
  
  The ground had caved in, and now they were all falling. Prima in her surprise let out a girlish 'eep', Taz however despite the suddenness of it all soon regained his regular brutish composure. Obviously from the brief surprise that crossed his face followed by utter annoyance, this was new to him also, but even as he reached out to grab something to stop their descent so that the other two could either grab onto him or grab something else for support, the ground-- the floor itself literally moved out of his way and out of reach entirely. But it wasn't just him the school's floor seemed so keen on avoiding, it was anyone who tried to stop the school from eating its next meal.
  
  A faint hum akin to that of a growling stomach traveled up into their ears and slow motion ceased as gravity flipped Prima, Darius, and Taz the bird only for the dark abyss below to swallow them whole. Nothing solid, nothing firm presented itself to slow or stop their descent. This wasn't a joke and it wasn't a dream, the three were falling and they were falling quickly. Every second that ticked made it more and more apparent that perhaps this wasn't a trick and they really had made a mistake and set off some kind of weird faulty trap that should've been deactivated years ago. Whatever the case was, the plummet continued and the only source of flickering light that came from their entrance soon closed upon itself as the school swallowed the three whole.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Deadly Prima​

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  DWMA was a place full of surprises. Sudden sparring sessions, unique class activities, all sorts of people and individuals of all sorts of races or species to meet. But Prima would be lying to herself if she said she'd expected any of this. The guns had been little of a surprise. Security measures had doubled in the years due to past issues with certain items being stolen from more than one or two departments so it was only natural that a pharmacy that dealt with not just science but magic also be one that had its own protections and a strong security system. Anyone who read up on history new that.
  
  But this? This was kind of insane. The plummet had happened so quickly she didn't know what to do except let out a feeble exclamation of surprise. For one brief second she thought it had been Taz that had picked her up (again) and failed in moving her out of the way due to his injuries, but the moment she realized the ground was gone...well things started to fit into perspective pretty quickly.
  
  A loud clang sounded as the hole they fell through closed up upon itself, leaving them in complete darkness. She had no idea how far they were falling or how long they'd continue to fall but from the looks of things, if they continued down this route they'd have a lot more to worry about than just a few broken bones. Sure, Technicians and Weapons were durable, fit and strong, but a fall of over 12 feet wouldn't really go without any marks, especially for rookies like them.
  
  Instinctively, Prima squinted and tried to adjust her eyes to find anything to grab or anything she could use as a placeholder she could then stick her bladed fingers in, but the concept of injuring a fellow student made her retract that idea entirely. Besides from what she could tell, from the way they were falling the space they were descending in was either too wide to reach the walls on their own or one large shaft that lead to some other closed off section entirely.
  
  Contemplation on her situation faded when Prima realized one thing though. Taz and Darius were falling with her and that meant their lives were in danger to. Nerves kicked in and the urge to call out to her friends almost overtook her, till Prima noticed something. Her elbow length gloves, clothes, and boots were glowing. Not brightly, but it was enough for her to see herself now, and even easier to see just a few centimeters ahead. In all this excitement, she'd almost forgotten they could do that.
  
  And that's when an idea struck. "Guys! My clothes, their the only bright thing you can see, use them to get to me! If we can get back in a group we can figure something out before we hit the ground! Hurry! I think I saw something below!"
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Tazmuir V. Klovic​

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  Grumbling. That's all he did while they all free fell to their doom. Death was a natural part of life. And whether Taz died in battle, on a mission, or eating the worlds spiciest pepper the only thing that was actually on Taz's mind was that he should've said something about this new path they were taking to the apothecary. Then again, he'd already crossed Zandro once, there was no point in crossing or questioning his superior again. Didn't mean he liked it, but Taz knew when to question and when not to question his elders.
  
  This was probably one of the times he should've, but hadn't. Life -1. Taz - 0.
  
  One ear twitched up, someone faint and far sounded in the distance. Female, light and soft, strangely optimistic-- if Rodney weren't here and a dude, he'd have confused Prima for him. Twisting mid air, spotting a dot of eccentric lights of electric blue and a faint yellow as well as orange, Taz was sure he just caught a brief glimpse of one of Prima's ponytails.
  
  Originally he would've shrugged her comment off, but given their situation and her last statement Taz peered down just in time to see a very very small dot of something rapidly reaching out to turn its guests into pancakes.
  
  Inhaling deeply, exhaling loudly one "crap" escaped the upperclassmen before he yelled at darkness directing his words to Darius. "Yo D! Get your ass over to Prima! If we team up maybe we can figure out a way to slow our descent before we become Zand's next cleanup job!"
  
  And with that said, Taz aligned his body in a straight eagle dive towards Prima.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

 

[Phayne]

Location: Free Falling with no Bungee Cable or Parachutes. Ft. Taz and Prima​

Pressing the rim of his glasses to his face, Darius inhaled deeply; his hair waving wildly as the wind forced its way past him. Seeing in the darkness was a gift he was not born with, however thanks to the dim light emanating from around Prima, Darius was able to estimate the distances between himself and her. With Taz's comments, it was obvious that Prima would be the desired meeting point

Eyes closed and deep in focus, Darius ran through his plan once more, looking for any flaws in his next course of actions, only to find none. Satisfied, Darius began the first step; his whole body turning almost completely transparent as his anatomy shifted into a large humanoid bubble, retaining this form for a mere few seconds before popping into a rich navy blue glow that rocketed towards Taz, who by now was slowly illuminated by the glow radiating off of Prima.

It was brief and more than Darius would have liked to have spent however it was necessary for his plan to work. A few milliseconds within Taz's hands was all that was needed as Darius ceased the transformation almost immediately, returning back into his human form though rather then being behind them, he was now free falling ahead of the duo. "Spread your arms and legs out, create as much surface area as possible to create some wind resistance and get ready" he instructed, glancing back momentarily at the pair of them.

Without much warning, a small bubble began to escape from his mouth, this translucent pocket of air rapidly growing in size; much like a bubblegum being blown, only rather then popping once it reached a limit, the Bubble continued to grow in size until reaching an optimal size, large enough for the trio to stand upon with relative ease. The aim however wasn't to stop their momentum completely but to slow their descent instead until they reached their desired location. With the bubble big enough, Darius kept both his hands open palmed and within the bubble's exterior layer, continueing the flow of energy needed to maintain the bubbles structural integrity.

"Get on"

Whilst the added weight of Prima and Taz would cause the bubble to fall faster, it was still much slower than the speed in which they had been free falling at earlier.

@Plasma The Regal Rper

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Dansensei

Location: Library Dungeon
Tags: The Regal Rper Susanoo

Daisensei was not wrong in telling Lord Symmetry that his soul would be like a hammer. However, that barely began to explain the sensations created by this unique type of Resonance. The first of all feelings was the pressure Desmond was under. His wavelength appeared to be under ten tons of weight as Lord Symmetry poured into it. Daresay no Meister alive could function like that, yet this being managed nigh-immortality and abilities still far beyond his own. The Mask of Eibon made a soul nearly impossible to use, yet through skill and knowledge alone, Desmond made his name as the 'Dai-sensei' of the DWMA.

Secondly was the profound intricacies of resonating with Desmond. It was nowhere near what a true resonance was. It was not their souls singing in harmony, but instead, as if a slow trickle began to steadily feed a dry river bed. The water not only had to flow through, but wet the ground before it could even more further. Just how much this man had been starved of a full wavelength was almost horrifying and how his body came to life once he had access to one was almost equally astonishing. It was as if a desert was being painted into a canvas; the murky browns and dark colors being replaced with bright, vibrant life in the form of green, blue and even a few darker hues. This is what this resonance was about.

It was not raw power. Quite the opposite. Like the veins of the elderly, Desmond and his narrowed wavelength pathways felt fragile.

Once Desmond felt his body energized with the wavelength he needed, he lifted the shirt off of young Ikki and had him hunch over in front of him, held straight by one firm hand on his shoulder while the other had a mere two fingers pressed on his back. Then came the most unique and daunting experience:

What it felt like for Desmond to manipulate a soul.​

Desmond described the soul was a waterfall where a slow trickle needed to carve a path. That was a novice idea. When he pushed the wavelength of Lord Symmetry into Ikki, it was no less impressive or precise than a cardiac team threading a fine catheter through the vessels of the body into the heart. But, even that paled in comparison. Desmond did not just thread one sliver of wavelength through Ikki, but thousands. Thousands upon thousands of individual threads poured into his soul and began outstretching to every layer. If he had seven chakras, each were being filled with their own unique threads.

Slowly but surely, a single black crescent formed right above Ikki's coccyx. Inside it, a black dot right above his vertebrae. Soon after, a crescent formed on the opposite side of the dot, looped above and over that dot and to the original side, albeit an inch or so above. Then yet again, another dot formed. This continued, forming a long chain over each of his vertebrae. If one was watching with naked eyes, it would appear that Desmond was sewing into his spine, but that was far from the truth.

No. No Lord Symmetry could feel with absolute clarity exactly what was going on. Finite precision at such a level he had never considered. Each and every fiber of Ikki's soul was being threaded through, the connected to the core of his soul. Each time a dot appeared above a vertebrae, it was as if hundreds of parts of his soul from his legs to his abdomen were being rooted to his center. Then, as the crescent moved upward, so did what was being connected. Internal organs, nerves, but more so, more elements of his soul. His body, mind and soul were connected. This entire procedure was a perfect example of the motto: a sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.

The inscription took time. While it was impressive, it was not immediate. The concentration required was immense. A thousand thoughts raced a minute as Desmond continued up the body. Delicate care for every vessel, and there became a reality. The metaphysical vessels of the soul, the sutures that held it together, the fibers that were woven as part of who a person was were closely tied to the vessels, arteries, veins and lymphatic system of the person. This required not just knowledge of the soul, but knowledge of the body. The process of binding the heart to the seal alone was one of the most nerve-wracking.

But, it went smooth. In the end, Ikki had thirty-three woven dots traveling up his back and neck, but that was still not the end. There was one more. Desmond pulled Ikki by his shoulder and turned him over, removing his fingers in doing so. He finally pressed it against the forehead of the young Meister. This was the last place that needed protected. If it were a chakra, it would represent the mind's eye. It was not connected to the physical body like the others, but it was equally important. Desmond poured pieces of the Shinigami soul into this crevice and wrapped the dreaming mind of Ikki in a perpetual blackness.

He began weaving a protective barrier around the mind of Ikki. Connecting it with thousands of other tethers he created previously. Then it all made sense. In the last seven dots he created, he left loose ends and now they were being merged with this one. Desmond was binding the mind's eye to the physical soul. This was the process that safeguarded the mind. This was the part of the seal that would prevent the Pull of Magic. The rest of the seal was thorough; it prevent Ikki from using his magic and kept his body stable, probably even protected it against certain disruption attacks as well. But, what it really did was created a perfectly 'closed loop' to protect his mind from the Pull. The Aether, mana in the form of Magic, could not penetrate his soul again despite his soul being receptive to it. This was the final stage of the seal.

Once the weave was complete, so was Desmond. The process itself took less than an hour, but it felt like a short eternity. Even Desmond was left with a cold sweat. When he removed his thumb from Ikki, a small black dot was all that was left on his forehead. No crescent chains like those along his back. Just one dot representing the barrier over his mind's eye.

"It is done," Daisensei said, his voice slightly exasperated. While he sounded fatigued, Lord Symmetry likely had a handful of other thoughts running through his mind. Even Franken Stein and his sutures did not quite compare to what he just experienced. "If the bindi on his head bothers him, I believe your world has plenty of cosmetics to cover it," Desmond said, although there was a clear apathy in his voice.

"Take him. He will need rest... in medical terms, his body is closest to a postictal state. He will recover soon, but without his magic," Daisensei explained. He then turned his wheelchair, still holding Ikki, so that he could face Lord Symmetry. "If you would be so kind, I would like to see the other student from that vision some time. 'Taz' was the name young Ikki repeated in his mind for him, so I assume it is his," Daisensei requested before offering the limp body of Ikki to Lord Symmetry.

 

[The Regal Rper]

• The Shinigami
• The Pinkette
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  Who was this man? Not once, not twice, but yet again the prisoner had surprised its captor. Not through trickery, not through murderous intent, and not through mischief but through sheer skill and application. And even as the process of the seal continued Lord Symmetry found his mind drifting to their last discussion and the mention of those files.
  
  Perhaps when he had the chance he would go and retrieve them, so that he could learn more about...Desmond. So that was his name.
  
  There were certain things his father never mentioned or discussed with him, just as he had never mentioned or really discussed with his own child. But the more they interacted, the more the Shinigami found himself questioning just what would happen if there ever were to come a time where he'd need Daisensei at his full strength, but for now- thoughts like this would have to wait. The seal was done, and with it the principal's attention turned to the student at hand.
  
  Complying by the request, Lord Symmetry knelt forward and with the help of Daisen picked the feline student up, one arm lifting up by the fossa and the other acting as support for the back where the student's head rested on the Shinigam's chest.
  
  "Rest assured I will be sure to send him. Though there is something that has been on my mind since seeing that vision" -a pause to shift Ikki into a more comforting position- "In that vision, Taz said he was searching for someone. The person whom Ikki was working for. There isn't any chance you were able to find anything relating to Ikki's thoughts where he had an idea or clue to whom that person might be. Is there?" It was an important question, but not one Lord Symmetry expected any solid answer since it was a vision. Regardless, it was a vision to watch out for.
  
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  Hall Room 2-> 2nd Floor Halls​

  If opera could play in the background "Hallelujah" would sing scores.
  
  Tears that once poured now trickled down reddened cheeks. These tears weren't out of sadness- no no, these tears were out of joy. Relief, and a pure wave of elation that didn't stop even as she leaned in to give her wounded partner the briefest of hugs, ever mindful of his sides- not so mindful of her bosom. Mina wished in many ways that this moment wouldn't end, even if she was gaining a bit of unnecessary attention in it all, it didn't mater. The only thing that really mattered was that her Kasper, her most cherished friend, wasn't leaving her-- and even better, he wasn't abandoning her by ending their partnership.
  
  In retrospect she still did blame herself a bit for the damage they'd both received and to the school, Conor excluded, none of this would've happened if she maybe-- No, if I had been a bit more serious about things from the beginning. But on hindsight she was ten times more pissed at that arrogant prick who'd she allowed to sway her in the first place. It was rare for anyone to get her like that outside of missions and it was frustrating to think back to the whole fight-- that throughout that entire fight there was a chance that he was only just 'messing around' with her, not taking her or Kasper seriously till they started pushing back.
  
  But if anything was at the top of her list on Things I'd Rather Not Think About, it would be what had happened in the fight in front of so many people and was now literally online for anyone to see. Before all of this had she met Tazmuir in a different scenario a friendly smile may have been thrown his way. Now, oh now- things were different. Next time she saw him, heads would role or noses would bleed. Whichever came first, was something she could decide on later. Right now -a contented sigh escaped Mina's lips as she brought her attention back to her darling- I just want this to last.
  

  
  

  The universe however had other plans. "Mina... I can't get up..."
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  Confusion first then a hint of fear kicked in when the girl considered she may be causing Kasper some discomfort. " Oh uh, s-sorry! I'll um just...get up." Which is exactly what she did, almost completely falling over in the process. Combined with the sudden movement, her body still needing rest and recovery, the lack of feeling in her left leg and the very friendly reminder of pain that came from the still tender areas from torso down, Mina managed to just barely catch herself on the ground- rump first, hands acting as support from the back as she landed. Upon impact, Mina's ears finally opened to her surroundings and in that instant she was able to hear something from Zylon about getting something involving them done and even spotted their chaperone heading towards the exit, clearly waiting for them as she dragged a disoriented Conor along the ground. It took a second, but things slowly clicked back into perspective. "The medicine..." she mumbled more to herself as she recalled the real reason why they were here then looked up to Kasper as she tried to get back up to her feet. So that's what he meant "... We should probably get going."
  

  
  
  
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  Following Darius instructions Prima did exactly as she was told. Arms and legs spread to minimize air resistance and slow her descent. Glancing around her as Darius did whatever it was he was doing just a few inches away, Prima looked around to make sure that they were all together and low-and-behold Taz wasn't that far above them already doing what Darius had instructed.
  
  If Prima hadn't been so focused in making sure that they were all together, she would've noticed the incoming transparent liquid air that was rapidly approaching both her and Taz. Because she didn't another 'eek' escaped her lips as both she and Taz sunk into the bubble like two kids feet sinking into a trampoline. For one brief second, as they sunk in and the bubble warped and collapsed to support its new weight, Prima worried that Darius might not be able to sustain their added weight. But surprisingly enough, the bubble did not pop, and both weapon and technician were lifted back up to the surface with only the bubble's descent increasing slightly as the only real blight.
  
  Bouncing a few times before coming to a halt Prima looked to Darius once she stopped then looked to the bubble she now sat on before taking a minute to find her voice. "Uh...good thinking" she said with a bit of a smile.
  
  Obviously life threatening situations hadn't done much to change that smile either.
  
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  Bubbles? Bubble. A big bubble. So Darius makes bubbles huh? "Must be some sort of water elemental then", Taz muttered to himself as he got adjusted and stayed seated beside the Weapon. Peering through the bubble and down towards the growing faint light below if he had to guess at the rate they were falling it'd be ten minutes before they finally got down there.
  
  A loud tsk escaped Taz as he got somewhat comfortable as one could physically get while floating on a magic freaking bubble. Crisscrossed legs and steady eyes remained downwards as Taz continued to watch their slowly approaching floor for a good ten seconds before he finally said something to Darius in a generally neutral voice that held no sarcasm or much appreciation. ""Hey...Don't take this too well but, thanks for saving our butts. Wouldn't have been able to do much on my own without you...so thanks." It didn't sound sincere, but that was the best anyone was getting out of the upperclassmen today or any other day. If Darius had been paying attention, he'd already have a good gist that pride was a big thing for this guy.
  
  A few more seconds passed adding to a minute as their descent continued before Taz tore his eyes away from their only exit out of here to glance at Prima and Darius' general directions. ""So...why are you still sticking around?" The question was directed at Darius. ""You could've avoided all of this if you'd just left when you had the chance. Same applies to you Prima. I don't care if you're here to keep an eye on me out of your own morales or here to keep an eye on me for whatever convoluted reason you came up with but it's starting to get a bit annoying. And don't give me crap on you 'feeling it was your duty', because frankly that's bull. Three members of your party basically bailed before your 'duty' was even complete and before Zander even got there and even after he arrived your sense of duty shoulda been satisfied after he took charge. You had no reason to follow me down here, even less to stick around." Well now it just sounded like everything he'd said in a appreciation was a lie.
  
  " 'Sides" two brows furrowed, "from all that stuff and the advise you gave me earlier. I'm assuming three things here: 1) You're doing this to piss me off. 2) You're sticking around because you don't trust I have the mental maturity to handle basic problems after watching one fight. 3) "You have nothing better to do and just want to stick around the greatest Assassin of our division. Or 4) If you had access to the information I think you have, then you must be here by some dumb ploy to get me to partner up with someone." A snide grin crossed Taz's face at the statement as he turned his attention back to the dot below. ""In which case you can tell whoever sent you or whatever friends you teamed up with that your dumb joke ain't happening. If you want to partner up with the great, pick a number and get in line. You'll be kept waiting for quite some time." And with that said, Taz kept his attention downward, conversation over.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

 

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Dansensei

Location: Library Dungeon
Tags: The Regal Rper Susanoo

"No... No I had checked. By the time thoughts of whoever it was came to his mind, he was already in fear. 'Taz' did himself no favors in how he disposed of those... things. Ikki now has no idea who it was when I went through his mind, so whatever happened to him in that future must not have occurred yet. What little I know is that Ikki and his memories involved magic. The person Taz was after trained Ikki and replaced his arm. I cannot give you more to go on," Daisensei told him. There was a slight amount of discomfort and disappointment coming from the man. It made sense. He prided himself on having all of these answers, yet he now could not give one to Lord Symmetry.

"Once you read that file, you will never think of taking this mask off again," Daisensei told him seemingly out of the blue. Then again, he was a mind-reader.

 

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  Darius glanced up at Taz as he gave thanks; the lack of sincere feels within his comments was not that surprising, after all Taz was the wannabe embodiment of pride; admitting his lack of ability in dealing with a situation was akin to Blasphemy. Darius saw no real need to comment on this though, doing so would not have sped up their descent any faster nor would it have gotten them anywhere, however Darius's attempt to remain rather 'professional' was again put to the test as Tazmuir spoke once more; this time questioning Darius's and Prima's intentions.
  
  "Oh, definitely number 2" replied Darius, smirking as he did so. "I wouldn't be able to sleep with myself tonight if I were to let an obviously still delirious individual wonder around dark corridors alone.. once your able to tell the difference between three and four, then perhaps I'll be on my way.. but alas, at this very moment, we are here fulfilling our own little roles"
  
  Darius glanced down at their intended destination. "As for the others.. well, if they want to bail on their duties, then so be it. I am neither their instructor or their babysitter, it is not my place to chastise them for failing to see their responsibilities through or to punish them either. Merely speaking, their actions are just another way of telling me who it is I can trust and who it is I cannot trust to have my back during a mission, obviously the latter applying to the trio in this case" he added, keeping his hands within the exterior layer of the bubble and maintaining its form.
  
  "As for why I am still here.. " he narrowed his gaze towards Taz, "...that is of no real of importance to you. Just accept that I and Prima are here to stay... albeit reluctantly on my part"
  
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  He reached a hand out towards her, ready and willing to help her back up onto her own two feet. It was the least he could do in the situation, the feeling of guilt still strong within him. Had he managed to maintain himself and cast out Conor, then perhaps they wouldn't have gotten this hurt, however that was not the case and his own frailty led to their downfall, his weakness got her hurt. If becoming a shoulder for her to lean on was what was required, then doing so would be a step forward towards redeeming himself.
  
  "Hold on to me.." he grumbled, his face flushing a soft shade of red as he said so. The sensation that was welling up within him was something he had not felt before and it was something he was struggling to come to grasp with. In the past he would have most likely told her to get up; the lack of care and the coldness in his tone apparent and in rare occasions he may have picked her up himself; only to walk away before she was fully ready. Now however, he could not bring himself to walk away, he could not stop himself from reaching out a hand to help her; to keep her by his side and support her through her discomfort as they began to move once more.
  
  "Hold on tightly.." he repeated once more, his hand still outstretched. "If walking becomes too troublesome.. I'll carr.." he stopped mid sentence as his brain caught up with his mouth, his head quickly turning in the other direction as he averted his gaze.
  
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  Boy these kids are slow was the first thought that came to Ethan's mind after spending a good three minutes waiting down the hall, just for Mina to snap out of her daze and come out of her state of jubilation. The moment Mina was up and heading their direction with Kasper, Biyu, and knocked out Conor in tow- Ethan promptly turned and continued to lead the way towards the nearest set of stairs. Pausing only briefly to turn around, head back in the direction he was leaving and meet Biyu halfway through her trudge.
  
  "I'll take that", he said, offering to take Conor off her hands and then without waiting for a response slipped a hand under one of Conor's arms and proceeded to pull the boy off the prefect's shoulders. Once Conor was off, Ethan took a knee, tilted dope boy slightly onto his back and then hoisted dope boy over his shoulder like a human-sized sack of potatoes. And with that small problem out of the way Ethan turned and continued the lead down those never ending line of stairs to the first floor.
  
  
  Conor's head may have accidentally lightly tapped the surface of a wall one to many times during one too many turns. It's all good though Ethan mused, something he had frankly told any of the students following him when they asked or if they even bothered to ask. It wasn't like he wouldn't get worse later on in the future, being in E.A.T tended to guarantee that one didn't often leave with one or two scars, be it physical, mental, or emotional...well, most of the time anyway. Sides, as long as he doesn't have a coma, everything's all good. And the only reason Ethan said that with certainty was because his own hands had acted as most of the shields between Conor's noggin and more than a few intrusive walls.
  
  DWMA's first floor was like all the others. Hardwood floor boards, stretching spacious halls, a mixture of students of almost every race, every ethnicity, and every curricula mixed into the masses and a strong sense of symmetrical color scheme and design used in the buildings architecture. But, Ethan wasn't here to dawdle or give a tour (not that they'd need it), he was here to get these kiddies some druggies. And by Jove he'd be damned if he didn't keep his promise.
  
  Making his way towards a corridor, a less populated section of the foyers, the librarian pulled out a card from his pocket and swiped it through the card swipe-- red turned blue, a strange insignia design appeared briefly on the door, and a click later the latch had released its hold to give way to new secrets. Art Room #12 was what the nameplate read and in it was what one would expect from any regular art room. Paintings.
  
  The only thing was, these paintings spoke.
  
  Glass visibly shattered within the canvas that featured a gambling game. Several characters were within all dressed from roughly ghetto to the upper crusts of elegance, only one of them spoke to Mina. "Eek GAD! Is that pink hair?! What is with people and dying their manes? My creator had several different hues and I still don't know why she does it!" a dignified lion, exclaimed with an adjustment of his monocle.
  
  "Hey...Hey TUBBY!" A broken baseball bat pointed in Rodney's direction. "Yeah you! Where you getting that food? What? You think I can't smell that from here. Comin' in 'ere and wavin' around that scrumptious scent. And what's with you not having shoes- eh ponytail!? If I weren't a painting I'd--"
  
  "Manners, Jackson." The rather deep voice of a pure white winged cat intoned in its black background of never ending space. It hung just a couple inches above and between Biyu and Zylon. "You know the rules. We're to do our job so that he can do his." And in the midst of all this commotion, Ethan had placed Conor down and disappeared behind a wall full of paintings.
  
  "Hey. Hey kid. Girl with the green hair." A suave looking cartoon duck rose a thick brow in Zylon's direction, studying her. After a second the already open coat shined a gleam as a flap opened and a hand slowly pulled out a bottle of pancake syrup "Interested?", pancake syrup shook in its glassy contents. "I know a guy" he whispered almost secretively. A whisper that added onto the voices and more voices joining in to address each of the students in the room while Ethan was off doing who knows what elsewhere. Many tried to wake Conor. One even poked its cane at his skull. With all the commotion, noise, and distractions, the vibrations that filled the floor towards a hidden passage just beyond the corner almost went unnoticed. Almost.
  
  Ethan re-emerged from his corner behind the wall of paintings and without wasting a second, made Conor stand up for a second so he could hoist him back over his shoulder. "Alright you guys, always great to see you again. Everyone, get into the dark, dimly lit hallway and stop in front of the walkway towards the tiled floor. Do not go near the floor. I've got to explain to you how to cross if we want to get to the apothecary in one piece." And with that said, the library hunter wasted no time in herding the kiddies out of Art Room #12 and into the dark, spooky hole in the wall.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  That final last remark had almost halted what the Shinigami was going to say. Eyes turning back to Daisensei, thoughts on Ikki almost derailed but soon quickly regained. For a few seconds, the lord said nothing. Just merely stared. He wondered if the man had made a very well done guess, or if their brief resonance had allowed him a chance to hear some of the Shinigami's thoughts.
  
  A slight shift in posture was made to accommodate the sudden awareness of weight in his arms, and Lord Symmetry's thoughts were brought back to the present. "...I see." He replied with a steady nod, one eye almost squinting, the other caused an eyebrow to raise. "Well then, thank you for your time Daisen. I will be sure to have Taz sent to you as soon as available. And will take care of Ikki's matter from here." Lord Symmetry turned on his heel and proceeded to head towards the tablet as aura wrapped around the helmets and whisked them along behind his gait.
  
  Just before reaching the exit of the chamber, the Shinigami paused, turned and bowed his head in thanks. "I'm sure once Ikki awakes, they'll realize just how much you've done for them. So again, thank you." And with that, the Shinigami was gone in a few minutes. Temperature, air pressure and all going back to normal.
  
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  Having spent time with Taz for 6 days and 6 nights, Prima had learned quite well when to listen and listen carefully. In another universe, if she hadn't been such a sweetheart, Taz would've been the last person she may have liked to be trapped in a never-ending shaft with. But because she got the feeling there was more to those harshly put words than he ever let on, she ignored his questioning and instead focused on their descent.
  
  Prima had said this once before the first time she'd started her shift, and said it almost a thousand times since every time Taz brought this sort of question up. Perhaps today would just be another mark to add onto it. "You already know why I'm here." She said after Darius had finished speaking. Although she didn't necessarily think it smart to antagonize someone who already was hot-blooded enough, "I volunteered to be on the medical staff because they had a notice that some of the nurses were out sick. You were being admitted that day remember? It was I think, the day after the incident at the cafeteria. And well, with what you looked like then in contrast to before...I couldn't just turn the other eye." And it was the truth. In the six days they'd been together, she hadn't been assigned T-Rex duty once. Not even every time she came back to help him get better. Prima hadn't been made to do this at command, she wanted to. Because she thought it would help, and so far it seemed to be doing so...at least, it seemed to be having an affect.
  
  A few seconds of silence went by as they continued to float down. Taz hadn't said a word, from the peripheral of her eye, she could tell from his posture he either had stopped listening or didn't care what Darius had said to him but she could almost feel like something was going to happen, at any moment. Interesting enough, something did.
  
  Two layers of white light brightened the dark abyss that was the space the floated in. It surrounded the walls of the shaft in a square and extended all the way down to the light below. A bright light, and mechanical hum echoed in the chamber. And just before everything went dark, Taz said--
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  ""We're here." His voice barely made it through the growing hum that shook the chamber and vibrated through the air. In a flash of bright light the three were swallowed whole yet again. And just before they were completely enveloped Taz had an interesting thought, Pretty straightforward for a kid who acts like the vice-prez
  
  The next moment, Darius' bubble was torn to shreds. The small form of solid ground they had was ripped away, and with a strange sensation as if they were falling, both light and their surroundings seemed to fade away as their bodies and mind became almost visceral.
  
  It took a second for their eyes to adjust, but they were in a new room. Everything felt off as their bodies slowly recognized the warm ground beneath them and their senses seemed to reactivate as the light faded. With a mechanical hiss the ceiling closed over itself, hiding away the exit from which the three came. Taz, took a step forward despite still being a little disoriented and almost tripped in doing so. Blinking hard once, blinking hard twice, he looked around.
  
  The room had equipment. Tons of equipment and machinery. Some of these machines connected their wires to the warm and glowing platform the group had come out of, other machines ranged between being locked up behind something or looking too complicated to understand what their use was actually for.
  
  It was then a door opened, and out came a man in nothing but a blue short-sleeved button up and khaki jeans. Surrounded his shoulders, an overcoat, with strange greek letters along the lines of its cuffs. The dirty blonde, flashed the three a whiskered smile and bright grin as he clasped his hands together and moved forward to pat the somewhat disoriented Taz on the shoulder.
  
  Sadly his hand was swatted away, as Taz moved out of the alchemist's range. ""I thought--" Taz squinted, seeing triples and doubles of almost everyone and everything, the blurry vision and the ringing in his ears didn't help either- ""I thought-- they told you, you couldn't play pranks like this anymore."
  
  Despite his reprimanding, the Alchemist's hand guided Taz's accusatory finger away from the statue of Eibon, and towards himself with a mischievous grin. "Dah, zat is true. Although I keep tellin hou, those weren't pranks those were traps." The alchemist responded. "Anyway it doesn't matter. I got permission from Lord Symmetry himself to use dis as a form of 'trainin' exercise dependin' on the students.
  
  "Plus, I couldn't have done it without the help of the staff members." The alchemist said with a grin as he avoided Taz's swatting hand. "Now, you three, come with me. I've been busy while you all were havin fun in the school's teleportation device."' And with that, the strange man exited the room. Leaving the door wide open enough for Taz to slowly follow him out.
  
  

  
  
  
  

 

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Darius lurched forward, falling onto one knee as his right hand instinctively rose to cover his mouth; the sensation of being teleported getting the best of him and his 5 senses. The effect of being transported may have also had a much larger effect on him due to the fact that just prior to being ported, his sole concentration and focus had primarily revolved around maintaining the bubble, the sudden disappearance of the bubble as well as having his molecules scrambled was like a metaphorical punch to the face as well as several internal organs. Despite all this and his natural instinct of wanting to puke up his breakfast, Darius just about managed to contain his bodily urges, though the taste of bile that had risen up his throat remained.

Through all his struggles, Darius managed to here scraps of the conversation between Taz and this mystery man; the pair of them seemingly already formerly acquainted with one another. Silently and recovering, Darius slowly brought himself back up onto two feet, albeit two wobbly legs. Instinctively he reached out to steady himself on the closest thing; a large unused cauldron.

"Do you know this man?" he inquired as the man left the room.

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  "The--" Taz stumbled and paused in place as he blinked owlishly, trying to right his hazed and blurred vision. He'd barely managed to make out the words Darius had said through the single loud ring in his ears -worse in his right than in his left- but had heard something along the lines of 'know this' and 'man', so he reasoned Darius might be asking who this was.
  
  "He's The Alchemist", Taz finally said after several long seconds of silence and then added, "well...one of them. He's not the only one here. And yeah," a small smirk mixed between regret and pride emerged on his face. "I know him. A little too well for the crap we got getting here to even be a factor of consideration." Hands patted the wall as Taz squinted and found the doubles, triples, quadruples, and quintuples minimizing into triples. The upperclassmen blinked, hard, then scowled when he found his heightened senses were proving to betray him. "Getting sick and tired of these dumb little sessions you have to take to get here though....Guess it's still necessary." The last bit said with more distaste but a strong sense of acknowledgement. "Don't see why I have to go through this crap when I'm already injured." He griped, slightly wincing when he bumped into the elbow of a suit of armor. From the way he kept bumping into things it would take Taz a few minutes to finally make his way over to Darius' location as well as the spot not too far away from Prima who'd been groaning ever since they arrived.
  
  When he did finally make it to Darius' location, Taz ended up hitting his shin at the lower base of the standing cauldron, and in doing so- he swore. "For the love of-- Al! What the-- why do you have so much stuff in this damn room?!" The discombobulated upperclassmen meant to bend down and rub his shin but when he did, he smacked his forehead against the wall he'd turned to in his annoyance and thus came an even greater string of swearing as distortion took over, his head jerked back from impact and Taz lost his balance. "For pie's sake, AL!!"
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Al, the Alchemist, ignored Taz's cries. Instead he kept on walking up through the empty corridor that led back to the room the three students were in then made a turn to the door adjacent to another door that led to a waiting room of sorts. Grabbing hold of the eagle knob and turning it, The Alchemist entered inside the heavily supplied room to retrieve some medicine he kept within the storage for students who went through trials and didn't always get the best of luck coming out of them as they had going in.
  
  "AL!!! GET OVER HERE AND HELP US!....HELP ME FIRST!"
  
  Al, merely grinned. Taz hadn't changed. Well, that wasn't entirely true- but he hadn't changed much. He was still the hot headed, loud cursing, seventeen year old kid he met back in the boy's Beta years. Only difference now was he wasn't visiting as often as he used to when he first started out at the Academy. An improvement, but still, it was good to see a friend hadn't completely changed as much as he'd thought. Especially since work and other business had kept him busy down here with Gil.
  
  "I am comin', no need to do ze yells." Al's voice echoed back into the room the three were in before he turned his attention back to the shelves in around him. Multiple shelves flanked the right and left, while a display of medicine took the center wall. Eyes skimmed through the supply after supply until they found one marked Kaopectate-E. Wasting not a second, the Alchemist took two small bottles of the miniature 8 cm bottle; one for Prima suffering a intense stomach ache from how she buckled over after the teleportation, one for Darius whom he'd noticed grew a different color just before he exited the room.
  
  With the bottles stuffed into the inside pockets of his coat, the Alchemist turned his attention towards the center shelf, he skimmed the various brand names and supplies the shelf held then grabbed a miniature container that held crystal clear liquid and its own dropper. With the medicine he needed for the groups current sufferings, Al, turned as he heard his name being called -louder- by Taz.
  
  "Alright, alright! I am comin' just you wait." The door shut on itself as Al left and taking his time the Alchemist patiently made his way back towards the room the three were in.
  
  
  
  
  
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  The pressure and pain building around the abdominal region, her stomach, made Prima want to hurl as wave after wave of nausea seemed to hit her and a headache seemed to be stirring. She couldn't help but silently groan as she lay on the warm padded ground of where they'd teleported into and despite the suffering of her friends being more on her mind, Prima found she didn't have the strength to stand.
  
  Every movement seemed to make her tummy ache even worse. And Taz's constant shouting didn't really help all that much with making things comfortable either. Trying to focus on getting herself well enough so she could offer the others some form of help, Prima shut her eyes tight, and just remained silent for awhile. Not too far away, Taz's vision had gotten worse from the head smacking he'd delivered upon himself and now he was feeling around the walls and ground, trying to pathetically make his way towards the door to find them the help they came for.
  
  "OW!" Prima squinted through the pain to see Taz was nursing slightly red fingers. No doubt, Al had accidentally stepped on them.
  
  "Sorry! Sorry, but you don't need to act like I won't 'elp you know?" Al's voice said through the darkness as Prima shut her eyes again.
  
  Several steps towards Darius were heard and the Alchemist dug into a pocket and handed him something. A small white miniature bottle was gently placed in front of Prima, inches away from her head. "Drink that. The nausea, pain, and other side effects from the teleportation should fade in a few minutes. Once I am done and you can all walk properly, we can go get the medicine you came for."
  
  Retreating from the two, The Alchemist approached a crossed legged seating Taz who turned his head in the man's vague direction. "Can't see anything." he said with squinted eyes. "Hearing's messed up also but its clearing a little...", Prima heard as she practically made herself sit up against a wall for support and took to opening her medicine.
  
  The girl managed to see Al, tilt Taz's head back and remove something that looked like one of those eyedroppers before she too turned her attention to her own medicine and began nursing it as well.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

 

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Kasper kept his hands within his pockets, though not for any real aesthetic purpose but as a means to reduce the strain on his own arms. Like any human, his arms naturally swayed as he moved and it was that natural everyday action that was tearing away at him; his body still suffering the effects of the cafeteria fiasco. His pockets were more like a 'movement restrictor' at this point, two holes where his arms would remain without swaying much.
After everything with Mina, Kasper wasn't in much of a mood to converse with anyone else, his little out pour of 'emotion's had basically drained him, likewise with the adrenaline and nerves of this little moment having already waned, the air of aloofness that he had often worn as a second skin had returned, Kasper could only imagine what the others were thinking after seeing such an 'out of character' caricature of himself on display.

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Kasper raised a brow towards the painting, his eyes zoning in on the one questioning his choice of attire; a painting of a broken baseball bat.. of all the things. Walking up towards the bat, Kasper leaned in closer, not once removing his hands from his pockets. "I'd snap you in two.. but it appears someone got here before me" he whispered towards the painting. There were a lot more crude things he could have said to the painting, the tone of its voice implying that whatever sentience was in it, was most likely male. Had Kasper desired, he could have finished this back and forth with a simple question about its masculinity, after all the phallic appearance of said Bat being broken did imply a lot of things

However Kasper chose not to lower himself to the level of argueing with a portrait and instead turned around so that his back was facing the painting instead. Before doing as Ethan had instructed.

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Steadying himself whilst still holding onto the Cauldron, Darius through blurred vision scanned the room, his eyes falling upon the blurry shapes of both Prima and Taz, both of whom appeared and sounded to be in slightly worse off conditions then he was. Aside from the taste of bile that was rising through him, Darius wasn't really groaning likewise with the cauldron as support he wasn't walking around and crashing into the other objects that had been hoarded into this room.

"The Alchemist eh.." muttered Darius, raising his free hand to his forehead as he shook it slightly. While his vision was still blurred, he was staring to get accustomed to the setting around him, though it was still not to the point where he could see the alchemist fully. That didn't mean he was unable to see the 'train wreck' that was approaching.

Side stepping to the left, Darius just about managed to dodge Taz as he fell and smacked himself into the base of the large black pot. The act only serving to reaffirm Darius of his own actions and decisions to keep movement to a minimum. With their bodies in such a state, moving around a room as cluttered as this was just asking for more trouble.
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Darius glanced at the pills that he was handed, none of them matched one another and seemed to be a random assortment of whatever the hell the alchemist could find. All three pills were different colors and shapes and he could have sworn one of them had the letter V on it. If that was what he assumed it to be, then the alchemist was clearly a crackpot or a looney that had given Darius some of his own pills by mistake. Sighing, Darius pocketed the pills whilst the Alchemist wasn't looking. There was no way he was trusting this mad scientist. He would tough out the urge to puke for now.

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  Several minutes went by to give the group the time they needed to adjust to the medicine they had taken. The Alchemist had noticed that Darius' own medicine remained completely untouched, but instead of pestering the boy to take his meds, the Alchemist left him be to stew in his decisions. A small smile forming on his lips when he considered how amusing it was that some students held such suspicion in a place meant to heal them.
  
  Ah well he thought with a shrug. "Are we ready to go?" He asked the group after ten minutes had passed. A grunt from Taz, a nod from Prima, and a glance at Darius' response was all the alchemist needed before rising from his seat on the table near the Eibon statue. "Then, follow me." He exited the door and made his way through the hall.
  
  The underground halls had surprisingly decent lighting. Cracked walls, dusty corners, and closed doors made up the pathway the group walked on. Every now and then, the Alchemist would turn right or turn left every few minutes or so. Taz lead the other two students, not because he already knew the way but more out of his sense of pride and will to assert his dominance. One wondered why he even bothered when it was still clear he couldn't even see properly, Al didn't bother to stop the teen since it was just Taz being Taz. Pausing now and then to get his bearings. The medicine the Alchemist had used on him was taking affect, alleviating the haze that covered his eyes but not quickly enough in their ten minute rest to give him the chance to see things normally but just enough to make out the shapes.
  
  So instead of using his eyes, he was using his ears. Al, would glance back every now and then to make sure the others were still following and didn't get lost down a turn. These halls were built like a maze. Take a wrong turn and you'd be lost for hours if you didn't know how to navigate back to the front desk.
  
  Six minutes had went by since the group left the compartment supply room and as the group approached an iron door with silver encrusted markings along the door frame, Al the Alchemist turned his attention to the group while he worked on pulling out his wand from his coat.
  
  "By the way," he said as each marking on the door hummed to life, heat shimmering into the air- "when the transfer is complete all you need to do to leave is enter the elevator. It only goes up, so you can take it up to the first floor." The Alchemist explained. "Anyway, we 're 'ere." All ten symbols burned a bright yellow and with that the iron door, slowly swung open.
  
  
  
  
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  Tracing echoes while blinking through a slight blur at the faintest hint of light was beyond aggravating. It was plain annoying. Thank the stars, Al's footsteps were softer than Darius' but more heavy than Prima's. Even if he couldn't see clearly, he could still discern the sounds of each person's footstep. As long as Taz was familiar with the person or rather familiar with the way they walked, it wouldn't be too hard to follow a person based off the pattern, sound, and way their feet touched, skidded, or graced the ground. All he had to do was pay attention and most of the time they'd walked in silence down here that's exactly what he'd been doing.
  
  Echoes made it an ass to pinpoint though, the teen griped and winced as light began to flood the hallway they were in. An arm shielded most of the burning light away from his stinging eyes but once it'd subsided and Al had walked forward, Taz didn't hesitate to follow.
  
  He almost tipped over the thresh hold, but he caught himself quickly enough to avoid another accident. Now it was simply a matter of getting his meds and getting the freak out of here before something bad happened.
  "Prescription?" A new voice asked, the tone hinted at amusement. Taz recognized the faint accent even if he couldn't clearly see the blob of shapes in front of him thanks to all the lights emanating from behind the lengthy desk.
  
  "Gilbert." Taz responded with a wide genuine smile, the upperclassmen squinted, then blinked out a fraction of the haze. "Always glad to know you're keeping Al here in line."
  
  The Jamaican shrugged. "What can I say Taz? It's what I'm here for. Now then, your prescription, if you would."
  
  Taz didn't move a step forward. What he did do was pull out his wallet and stand there, dumbly squinting at the figures two or three yards away. He pulled out his ID then pulled out the wrinkled sheet that held his required meds. Gilbert raised a brow as the kid stood there then glanced at Prima and Darius to see if they were injured also. Seeing that they weren't or rather seeing the lack of action to pull out their IDs he turned his attention back to Taz. "Care to come closer?"
  
  The teen shifted forward but remained at a distance. Smile shifting into a scowl "You uh...I-- I'll need some help, getting to you."
  
  Gilbert glanced over at Al who was working the back with the display of various containers of medicine. Al glanced back and after remaining strangely silent through the stare off Gilbert sighed. "Right. You" a gloved hand pointed at Darius. "Help him over here, Prima, take his prescription and we'll get you what you need so you all can go back up top."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Doing as she was told, Prima moved to take Taz's prescription that he had outstretched in her direction. Still squinting and blinking. Carefully she took it, then carefully she moved around to avoid impeding Darius as he did as Gilbert instructed.
  
  "Thank you." Gilbert said with a warm smile once the prescription was handed over.
  
  Giving it a look over, Gilbert leaned back towards Al and together the two stared scrupulously at the sheet of paper. It took only a few seconds for them to look at Taz whom at this point was at the desk. Al looked back at the slip, then looked back up at Taz before his eyes moved to Prima. "Prima, do me a favor, prod him in the ribs." Gilbert proceeded to prod Al in the ribs for such a request.
  
  Prima blanched, more confused at the request to cause harm to someone whom Al already knew was injured. And by extension someone she quite frankly liked. A frown began to form, riddled with perplexity. "Um...no thank you?"
  
  "Ignore him." Gilbert informed as he spun the Alchemist around to begin gathering the materials. "We'll be back in a few minutes with your salve for those ribs Taz. In the meantime, wait here. I'll bring you back some medicine to reduce the pain once we're done making the salve." And with that the two were gone, leaving the three to converse or wait in silence.
  
  Prima, however chose to speak, wanting to forget the strange request from the strange man "So, I uh, I was wondering. What were you doing while the whole fiasco at the cafeteria was happening?" Prima asked, the question directed at Darius. It'd stricken her as strange that Darius had seen everything that happened, happen but never once said he'd tried to stop any of it if he saw it as wrong or going too far. She didn't know what the professor's had planned, but clearly if he saw it as wrong given everything that happened then surely he would have stood up to stop things regardless.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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[Phayne]

Location: Apothecary​

So far this whole ordeal with Taz and Prima had felt more like an amusement ride, one of those slow moving carousels that followed a fixed path, every few minutes entering a completely new room with new sights and sounds. Like the ride, Darius too was unable to 'get off', forced to endure the shenanigans that ensued with seemingly every new 'turn'. The free-fall, the teleportation and now a bright iron door, Darius was beginning to question whether or not this 'joy ride' with Taz was really worth all the hassle, though thoughts were easily brushed aside as Al the Alchemist mentioned the elevator; the revelation of an 'exit' giving Darius a sliver more of patience. Not saying a word, Darius merely followed behind content to see it through now that the ending was in sight.

Standing beside Prima, he pocketed his hands and fidgeted with the pills he had stored away and waiting for Gilbert and Taz's conversation to end. Given Al and Gilberts casual demeanour with Taz, it was clear as day that they were already well aquainted with one another, though with Taz's personality, this wasn't too much of a surprise. What came as a surprise was Taz's inability to approach Gilbert. Being no doctor, Darius could only surmise Taz's statue impersonation as being A) The effects of his injuries or B) Taz was actually afraid to get closer to get his medication. The latter thought drawing a bit of a smirk on Darius's face' though it was quickly wiped away as Gilbert barked out instructions.

"Come on then.." muttered Darius, Raising Taz's right hand behind his neck and supporting his waist with his left hand.

Doing as Gilbert had instructed, brought Taz closer to Gilbert before leaving the boy next to the alchemist and taking a step backwards to where Prima was. Darius glanced down towards Prima as she engaged him with a question; one of which Darius had already assumed may pop up at some point. For those observing the chaos in the cafeteria, many of them would not have noticed Darius, given his position on the 2nd floor sitting in the booth furthest back.

"Like many of the students involved, I was merely watching. Observing the lunacy that rampaged through the lower levels" he replied, re-fixing his glasses upon his face. "While I could have interjected on the fight and imposed my own views, certain issues prevented me from doing so" he continued, now averting his gaze away from Prima. "...for example.. there was no need to ruin a good lunch for the sake of stopping a playground squabble", the latter part of his statement a lie. Darius saw no reason to completely reveal the reasons for him being there, nor the fact that Ruby had -prevented him from intervening sooner.

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She hummed a tune of curiosity. While he merely sneered. From the response and the way he'd turned away Prima concluded Darius wasn't telling them the entire truth to the real reason he hadn't intervened. But, she didn't push to pester and pry when it was clear Darius didn't want to say anymore on the matter. Instead she responded with a simple "Okay." While Taz merely snickered at Darius response.

The sheer audacity this kid had to come up faulting him for the whole Cafeteria incident was hilarious now that he knew Darius had the chance to do something but didn't because something prevented him or something had stopped him. A part of Taz said the Weapon didn't want to get mixed up in the actual fight, another part said the professors had something to do with it. Whatever the case was Taz made no attempts in hiding his mocking grin but he also made no attempts in letting the other two catch on to it either. Keeping his front pointed towards the front desk and using said desk to support his weight while they waited.

Five minutes or so went by and the sound of footsteps drew near- at least to Taz's hearing. He blinked and for a brief second everything became clear again, but that only lasted a second before a fraction of haze returned to his eyes. He scowled, but kept all signs of animosity out of his voice. "The salve, Gil?"

Gilbert walked in holding a container full of dark green mush. "It's here." The Jamaican responded, accent light and barely accentuating some of his words. "The required payment will come outta your account and you'll see the charges applied sometime by tomorrow evening."

Taz nodded and blinked again to verify the location of the jar before reaching for it, fumbling once before his hand finally wrapped around the ointment. "And the pills?"

Rustling from behind the door Gilbert had entered and returned from rattled through the air and with a toss as Al stepped out into the open a capsule full of multicolored pills arced over to Taz in the air. He caught it with a clean swipe of his hand. "Thanks." Taz said as he slipped the capsule into a jean pocket. "I'll try to avoid getting into too much trouble....well, okay that's a lie." A hint of humor in his tone, "I'll try not to put too many people in the infirmary and stay out of there myself."

Gilbert chuckled while Al merely smiled. "Feel free to visit when you're not injured. Always nice to have other company. As for you two" GIlbert said turning his attention to Prima and Darius. "Make sure he stays out of trouble if you can, eh? And try not to let him drag you into anything stupid."

"He is a handful, but, you get used to him, yeah?" Taz merely shook his head, more so because he doubted he'd be seeing these two around again save for the occasional passing by. Even then he didn't think that'd be often. Rare at most, non-existent at best.

"Where's the exit again?"

"Right behind you." Gilbert replied. And if the group turned to the wall a couple yards behind them, they'd see that wall had slid to the sides to indeed reveal an elevator inside. Cliche elevator music waiting to torture them all the way back up top. Taz merely grinned, muttering something about two assholes as he made his way towards Darius. "Hey, help me back upstairs eh? Visions gotten better, still a bit hazy though. We can part ways after this."

 

[The Regal Rper]

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Dr. Macson​

Location: Floor 4, Room:2503

Motion sensory lights turned on, spraying the room in lucid white light as the straw blonde professor walked into the illuminated room. The full moon class was empty, no one was here, at least not yet. Dr. Macson checked his watch as he climbed the steps up onto the dais-- the time and date read 10:16 a.m. March 5, 2063 , Friday. Approximately three hours ago upon entering the school's premises he'd had a faculty member deliver multiple emails to several different students. Conor O' Neil, Kasper Strauss, Mina Saito, Tazmuir Klovic, Morgenstern Stein, Rodney Quinless, Zylon Kindleton, and four other students by the names Ikki, Mido, Biyu, and Darius were all to attend this room at exactly 10:30 a.m. and not a few minutes later. To his knowledge there were four or three other students coming in as well due to recent classes finally opening up for availability. Owen, Ash, Xandria and one possibly attending Deadly Prima joining as well. He'd been notified there was a chance Biyu, Mina, Ikki and Prima may be coming in late or at another point in time due to certain circumstances. That was fine, at least now that he knew all he need do was explain it to his peers, when they too had arrived.

The squeak of a swivel chair hissed in the air as Macson leaned back, looking past windows into the clear skies. Today, he wasn't here to teach the Full Moon Class. Today he was here to help introduce his colleagues and at the same time give out an assignment. A remedial assignment as minor as it would be for missing his classes. Aimed particularly at those who'd suffered injury due to his...previously assigned...outside activity. In retrospect it'd been a mistake to send Ruby, knowing how she was, to watch over things. He should've sent someone else to watch over the class and see to it that the fight had never escalated as far as it had but...but, that was in the past. And this was the present. Very few had been injured in the long run. Everything had, surprisingly, worked out. All he needed to do was see to it that something like this didn't happen again. And as long as they came and as long as he could give the assignment all would be well.

Besides, the sooner he gave it the sooner he could introduce his peers. No doubt they'd be arriving five minutes or less after the respective time. Speaking of time, Macson looked at his watch- it was 10:21 a.m. They had 9 minutes. And probably even less to prepare in making sure they made a good impression with some of these professors.

Dr. Macson smiled. A hint of amusement touching his tone, "Well class, who will be first to volunteer?" And as if to answer his question, the sound of footsteps faintly echoed towards the door.

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Morgenstern Stein

The hallways were abnormally silent. Too silent.

At least, they were to Morgenstern, who was used to the hustle and bustle of the student body's daily life.

Even some of the teachers, she noticed, were acting out of the normal. It was as if they felt the need to wear down a bit, to mute their excessive words and calm down extravagant personalities. It was if they were expecting something, and something unnerving. Maybe Lord asymmetry was doing class evaluations today? She did not know.

As she walked past the teachers' lounge, heels clicking against the cold, hard flooring of the academy, she could have sworn she heard a new voice.

No, she finally decided. The voice was new to her, but only because she knew not what most of the other teachers sounded like. After all, she had no reason to attend all of their classes. Especially not any of the N.O.T. Classes.

Straightening her back and rolling her shoulders, Morgenstern held herself with poise as she entered the classroom. "Good morning, Dr. Macson" The female greeted, uncannily more cheerful than usual.

Morgenstern, if we were being honest, was still buzzing with the energy of last night, when she had met her weapon partner, achieved minor resonance, and learned how to use actual soul sutures to heal her fractured and cracked ribcage.

Then again, it could have just been dizziness from the concussion making her mood odd. After all, the medic in charge of the school dispinsary HAD diagnosed her with Post-Concussion Syndrome-a stupid nape if you ask her- after he had quite literally tracked her down no sooner than her return to the academy with her partner, Mido.

The silverette female walked to her usual seat, putting her supplies-consisting of only a small notebook and pencil- on the desk before her. Her heels clicking increased as she half-ran over to her spot, sitting down.

Crossing her legs, she looked around the classroom. She furrowed her brows, noting the apparent lack of lesson plans written or showing anywhere in the room. "Dr. Macson" she asked. "Are we doing a field assignment today or something? You look a bit more...relaxed...than normal. Is everything alright?"

She tilted her head a rough 45 degrees to the right, her left brow raising as bright-currently green- eyes stared at him, showing a mix of curiosity, only a bit of concern, and excitement. The eyes of a scientist.

The exact same scientist eyes that stared down a friend of hers only an hour before, before they had spent their free time sparring-which she inevitably won, and then helped treat the poor boy's wounds.

But that wasn't important. At least not until Lord Symmetry found out-WHICH, if she could do anything about it, he wouldn't​

 

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  In return to the greeting Dr. Macson merely smiled. "No field experiments today Morgenstern. Today's going to be a very short session." And as if to punctuate that line of speaking the chair creaked a bit more as Macson got a lot more comfortable in his cushioned seat. "In fact today's entire meeting is just going to be based around a single assignment. Nothing major, more of a bit of advice if anything else, less than an actual exercise that you won't already be fulfilling. In any case I'll explain today's purpose before I introduce the class to some colleagues of mine." Macson informed, eyes sparing the fixed doors a glance to see if anyone else would be coming through the large oaken doors. When no sounds of indication became apparent, the doctor turned his attention to his watch.
  
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  An apple crunched loudly betwixt teeth and Taz ate away quickly as he climbed the stairs hurriedly towards the fourth floor. Opening the back door and entering into the cool tempered halls was a relief. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Not that it mattered. He was always up by 6 a.m. to do his daily runs, sprints and jogs around the school or at Death City's parks.
  
  Last night had just meant he'd only gotten two hours of sleep instead of five.
  
  Standing in the halls, apple in mouth, the upperclassmen stretched. Fixing his short-sleeved hoodie when he was done and continuing towards the Full Moon Class as he walked. Uncaring for the silence, barely caring much if anyone else showed up. Another bite into the apple and Taz glanced around. Fridays were a time when most classes either didn't operate or students had fewer classes to deal with and more training to do. Macs message meant he just had work he needed to remake. Even if he was more a muscle head, Taz knew he couldn't let his grades slip.
  
  Even if he did like acting like a muscle headed jerk to throw others off.
  
  Two large bites, the apple was tossed into a nearby trash bin. Taz froze, stopping to look at his reflection in the darkened window of an empty, dark, training room. Hm... A hand moved up to brush up the fading lemon dye, still present on the bangs of his returning black hair. After a few seconds he stopped, nodded with a sly wink and grin at his reflection, then moved on towards the entrance of Full Moon Class just a couple feet away.
  
  10:23 and counting- the assassin waltzed in the nearly empty room. First he flashed Dr. Macson a grin and wave, which was returned with a simple nod. A little less enthusiastic than I would've like but I get he might still be mad. Then he turned to see-- He paused. The rare and exotic specimen before him, was a Stein.
  
  Morgenstern Stein to be exact. The upperclassmen couldn't help but grin as he continued his casual walk up to a seat, intentionally past Stein and directly one table right behind her. As he passed, Taz eyed the girl of silver. The Stein's were renown and like most other renown meisters they had his respect.
  
  Descendants of such renown meisters, not so much. That had to be earned. Didn't mean he wasn't interested in what they could do. Just meant it didn't matter to him in the slightest whether you were Lord Symmetry's kid or Dr. Stein's granddaughter. All that mattered to Taz is whether you lived up to your name. Or rather whether you showed you had the determination and will to work up to the name.
  
  And he sure as hell knew he could live up to his boasting. So how did she live up to her heritage? A piece of paper tapped the girl gently on the back of the head. Taz whistled, a sly whistle- one that called for attention- Dr. Macson didn't pay either of the two students any mind.
  
  Good. "Hey" He said lamely, grin still live, brilliant blue eyes focused on Stein, studying her from head to toe. "Don't think I've seen you around much since the first day of classes. How you been, Stein?" He refused to user her first name.
  
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Owen peeked at his watch as he waltzed down one of the many, pristine looking corridors of DWMA.

10:24, looks like we're not late, luckily.
It isn't my fault you were so shaken up about the crap that happened yesterday that you fell asleep and forgot to set your alarm now is it?
You were awake, you could've woken me up.
Where's the fun in that? Tired you looks like arse, and yknow how much first impressions count.
Asshole.
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Owen tried to straighten his hair a little as he came through the door to the Full Moon Class with a smile, before the teacher his eyes glanced to the girl already there.

Eesh, I thought I was way too early
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He smiled to the girl before turning to the teacher again. "Doctor... Macson is it? I don't believe we have been previously acquainted, it's nice to meet you, but I must ask, why are you here instead of Morgana or Miss Amy?" He gave Macson a puzzled look as he glanced down to his clothes. A white dress shirt over a buttoned black waist coat, with a black bow tie, dress pants fastened nicely with a buckled leather belt. His outfit would look pristine, if not for the wrinkles in his clothes and his trainers and bright green bag ruining the look. He hadn't changed out of his uniform when he collapsed into bed. He was in too much of a hurry to waste time changed, instead using the few minutes he had to brush his teeth and spray himself with deodorant and aftershave.

As he questioned Dr Macson he came to think of the previous day, feeling a slight pang of dread as he though of being imprisoned by those mythics. It wasn't that he disliked or hated Kuva and Nikur, but that he'd come to acknowledge that neither were push overs and atleast one of them hated him or seemed excessjv wary. That would be Kuva. His thoughts drifted to reminiscing on the two women. Yet again, he didn't hate them; he found both quite attractive, not as physical objects, but as sources of curiosity. They were interesting; their dynamic felt enticing and fun; whilst their close seeming bonds with the two mythics he had met gave them an air of power and mystery. He had after all requested access to The Garden, not only to research the mythics, but the sisters too.

His mind slipped into thinking of his research now, and the notes he had made on Kuva and Nikur, perhaps they could help his classmates in dire straights. Depending on if he could find a good time after the class had assembled, he would attempt to give them his analysis.

 

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Morgenstern Stein

After having settled down down into her chair, Morgenstern finally could comprehend what Macson said. Nodding, she pulled out a notebook from her messenger bag. Opening it, she began to read over the notes in the scientific journal, each word written in the masculine yet elegant handwriting that was her grandfather's.

The gears in her head began to spin as she read through the notes, thinking of his hypothesis for each experiment and the results that either accepted or declined it. Only after a few moments of this did the word "colleagues" hit her.

Closing the book, she listened to the snap of the pages hitting each other as she snapped her head back up to the teacher's general direction. "Wait. Colleagues?" She said incredulously. "And why do we need to-You know what, I'm not going to ask. Nevermind."

The young meister waved her hand dismissively, as per habit, and opened the journal again. She proceeded in her reading, caught up in a state of momentary bliss.

That was, at least, until Taz came along. As the obviously false blonde boy came waltzing in the doors like he owned the place, Morgenstern's eyes automatically rolled so far up towards the ceiling that one would maybe assume that she was trying to look at her brain.

Setting the journal down so that it's pages remained separated while she was away, Morgenstern took the opportunity to throw away the wrapper from the gum that currently lay in her mouth. Going to the nearest trash bin, which was at the back of the classroom, she passed Taz on the way by.

She was about to say something about him throwing paper at her, but she didn't

At the same moment, a knock on the door came as a young female-obviously a meister from her sheer aura- stuck her head in the door and whistled, holding out a cup full of what was assumed to be some kind of drink.

Morgenstern turned around and sighed in relief. "ThAnK Death"she said, going to the front of the room to greet her. "You are a lifesaver." Taking the coffee that was offered, she returned with a gentle hug as she took a sip of the warm liquid. "Perfect. Thank you."

The second meister laughed. "So, what's with the outfit? she asked, referring to Morgenstern's choice of attire for the day. ""Are you trying to impress your partner? What's his name, Mido? Don't get me wrong, you look hot. It'll work, I pro-"

The silverette was wearing, surprisingly, a dress. The garment was blue and silver, he sleeves coming all the way up to her neck, where a screw-shaped brooch held the fabric together. Her silver hair was up in a ponytail and curled, complete with her signature thorn hair pin. Her said remained in her boot, the handle and side-piece sticking out from the grey leather.

"No, I am not. You need to stop listening to Eliza. Now, get out of here, you. This isn't your room" she cut her off. Laughing, she pushed her friend from the room, telling her to go to class and thanking her for the coffee.

Turning back around, she went to his side and addressed Taz directly, taking a sip of her coffee before she did.

Her face was blank, save for her narrowed green eyes, the paleness of her skin bringing out the scar and somehow making her look even more pissed off.

"I've been busy. That's how I've been. And my day just keeps getting better. And. Better. Now"
She said. "If you value your hands, I suggest you refrain from throwing things at me, Tazumir Klovic. And if you value your ability to speak, I ALSO suggest you call me by my name. Or, you can keep both and just allow to make sure that you never procreate."

As she spoke, her voice was a growl. She got closer and closer to him as she spoke, only pulling back after she'd gotten close enough for him to be able to smell the faint strawberry scent of her body wash.

She gave him an innocent smile, but the true threat was hidden behind t of EXACTLY what she would do to him. ​

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[The Regal Rper]

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  "Yes, how can I help you?" The doctor confirmed when Owen asked. Macson merely nodded in silence as he listened to what the boy had to say, ignoring the other activities occurring in the room. "Miss Amy and Morgana?" It took a second, then his bright green eyes widened in response to recollection. "Ah! Yes, yes, the Kankers. They will be here shortly. Possibly a few minutes later after it is time. I heard you had a meeting with them from your teacher just this morning. How did it go?" Macson asked, casually glancing at his wrist watch again. 10:24. 6 minutes remaining.
  
  "Not many meisters get the opportunity to meet Mythics outside of mission based activity. I hope yours was an interesting one?"
  

  
  
  
  
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  "Heh", he couldn't help but chuckle. The threats weren't what he was laughing at...well at least not in particular all of them. It was primarily the last remark that made Taz sneer the most. As if I even want kids. Regardless, Taz remained somewhat cautious, aware he didn't want to completely flip Stein's lid or by extension her dress. Even if it would be stupidly easy to do it with her right in front of him.
  
  When she leaned back, he leaned forward, if only to fix his sitting position. Resting his arms across his desk in a crossed pattern. "But I did use your name, silly. Stein is your name. Unless you'd prefer... Morgen? Morgen." And as if to punctuate it, Taz smiled the most benign smile he was physically capable of. Which in all honesty, in his eyes, would have blinded gods.
  
  But he didn't stop there, oh no, he leaned forward and gently cupped her hand. "Oh and your teasing threats, may be hot, but those pools of emerald ain''t gonna fool me. I don't play that game, not unless a free meal's involved." His tone almost sounded like mockery, but it was actually humor trying to creep in as he switched brows and cocked the other. "Although, if you ever wanna spar," innuendo had never been harder to decipher "heh well, I wouldn't mind. Empress Stein."
  
  He winked, leaned in and briefly pecked his cupped hand over hers. It was intentional. And no sooner had he done it did he take his hands off hers immediately, wanting to be prepared in case he'd accidentally pushed too far. "Care to sit next to me?" He asked, changing the dynamic. "I'm sure whomever your partner may be they wouldn't...ahem....mind." Eyebrows waggled and Taz let his rhetorical question sit in the air. Not that he expected Stein to accept his request. It was early, he was bored, she was here, and pushing her buttons would be fun before they all got whatever needed to be done out of the way.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

 

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Owen grinned like the Cheshire Cat after Macson questioned him "it was super interesting, they look like animals but they're clearly as smart as humans, capable of compassion, they're powerful and wonderful and oh so interesting"

His ears pricked as he heard the two bickering in the back, it wasn't in his nature to get involved in things that wouldn't help him learn, but something felt different today. A little more drive. A little more energy, a little more.... interest in chaotic inclination. And that interest grew, and, yet again, a colder voice, but most certainly his own rang from his mouth. "I believe it wise that you two cut down on the empty threats and bickering, it's unsightly..." He paused for a second, and grinned again, still not turning his face to the two behind him. "If you're looking for somebody to spar with, and you're looking for a meal, perhaps you can give me a good fight tonight, a cafe at the bottom of the stairs to DWMA, you can't miss it, I'll treat you to a meal for your troubles."

Oh god why would you open my mouth you prick. Stop doing this!
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The Regal Rper
SavingStar