RSA IC Thread

Dove opened her eyes in her room, lying face down to protect her wings. The nightmares had been even worse than usual, and she felt like she had been worked over lightly with clubs. Subtle aches everywhere. She pushed herself up out of bed, and walked to the window she had been lucky enough to get. The sun shone down, indicating she had slept in late. Of course for her, late was just when the sun was up. She needed to get a flight in to refresh herself, but first she needed to sit down and groom her wings. She sat down on her bed and began to preen through her feathers with her fingers, picking out dirt and bugs. She sat there letting it calm her for awhile. Then when she moved on to the more difficult parts of her wings closer to her back, Kirra spoke up in her head, sounding for once almost thoughtful, <span style="color:#A52A2A;">Do you ever miss the thrill of it? Not the dark times, but the thrill of the fight, and the hunt.</span><span style="color:#D3D3D3;"> No not a bit! </span><span style="color:#A52A2A;">You know I am in your head, you cannot really lie to me.</span> Dove sighed,<span style="color:#D3D3D3;"> I suppose a part of me does. It is not really me though, it is what they tried to make of me. I will not let them make me the monster they wanted.</span> <span style="color:#A52A2A;">Yet you still hunt for meat?</span> <span style="color:#D3D3D3;">I can prevent myself from fighting sentients, but you know as well as I do that I would die within a month if I stopped eating meat. My body would starve to death no matter how many other foods I tried to ingest.</span> <span style="color:#B22222;">That is not all of it though.</span> Again Dove sighed before thinking back, <span style="color:#D3D3D3;">No it is not. It helps honestly, the thrill of catching them. Much as I appreciate the food here, at some point I will need to fly to the forest below and hunt something.</span> As she conversed in her thoughts she finished grooming, although she could never do as good a job on the base of her wings as she would like. She stood up and got dressed as Kirra subsided, walking out into the halls. She was headed outside to get a morning flight in.

Well update means this is probably the last post in this thread for a couple days, but hey! anyway I in part wrote this with @LullabyStAr in mind, since we were chatting off RPN, but if anyone else in the female dorms wants to join in they are welcome to.
 
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Alright everyone a PAUSE IS IN EFFECT! ABSOLUTELY NO POSTING IN MAIN THREAD. This will last until we are accustomed to the new system. As you can tell, all the BB coding is now up for anyone to see, I need to find out how to fix this or simply make a whole new thread altogether. Once I get my bearings I'll see about holding a poll to see what you all want to do.
 
Announcement! In order to get RSA into the New System I have to make a new RP Forum. I just spoke with someone in the support team and that's what I have to do. I'm not sure how tagging is going to work in this new system so I'll do this along with a mass mailing to all of you.


@JayKuro @Ashaficent @Cheryl @Anaxileah @Abberakelaran @Ameythyst @Seraph Darkfire @Srion Receno @TheWhiteScarf @Killigrew @simj22 @Emiya Shin @LullabyStAr
 
Specialized Magic Studies, Diplomacy, Philosophy, Martial Arts. Seiren had taken these classes as they seemed interesting. Specialized Magic Studies was to get a better understanding on the way others used Ice Magic. Diplomacy and Philosophy were simply for his family and enjoyment respectively. Philosophy was an especially favorite subject of his as a deeper understanding of the world led to a deeper understanding of one's self. Because of this, he could make sure that his cultivation was smooth and unimpeded. 


Martial Arts...this was not a class that he wanted to take originally, however, he'd received a missive from his father. Maleficarum fought up close and personal with their magic, if Seiren were to become a little more of a hard hitter, he could double his damage output. Thus, he'd been forced to take the class. He figured that it wasn't an entirely bad thing. Even if he couldn't hit harder, the training would help his body improve even more.
 
Altehya could almost swear that the luxurious bed and well-structured room that she awoke from wasn't really real and only, truly, a dream. Yet, it is as true as planets revolving around a sun. And although aware of the facts that sit in front of her face, Altehya knows all too well that when she allows herself to genuinely treasure anything or anyone in her life, it is taken away from her without mercy. Perhaps it's her punishment for not being the daughter that her parent's desired. It is a burden that she has accepted since living in Hascoviir. After being so enticed by the enchanting plush gold-red throne last night, Altehya realizes that she is taking in the rest of the room for the first time. Ivory colored walls and red carpeting cover the square room. A closet door to the far right. And despite the small room size, a simple brown writing desk against the left wall still leaves the she-elf's chambers feeling spacious. But it is the item that sits above the desk that leaves her stunned. Her reflection in a mirror. Vibrant, flushed, tan cheeks; Sunlit wine colored eyes; and vibrant golden curls are the features that the Sun-Elf remembers on her thirteen year old self six years ago. And now, she can hardly believe what...or who this reflection in the mirror belongs to .  


Sunken, pale cheeks; dull, blood-shot eyes; and dry, frizzed, tangled hair. Once a healthy body that bathed in the sun's golden light. Now, a dirty, lethargic shell lost in the shadows. The hopeless she-elf doesn't know what else to do but cry. And this time, the tears keep on coming. The only noise that she makes is the faint gasp in between breaths. She is ashamed for allowing herself to get this way, whether it was out of her control or not. Where does one go from here when currently being at their lowest breaking point?


The faintest sound of a muffled voice is what distracts Altehya from her own depressing reflection. Her dirty, tear stained face leans against the wall to decipher the conversation that is happening in the room next to her. "... is what they tried to make of me. I will not let them make me the monster they wanted...myself from fighting sentients, but you know as well as...Much as I appreciate the food here, at some point I will need to fly to the forest below and hunt something". Is the food that bad here?, thinks Altehya. Any distraction is a good distraction. It seems that the talking is subsiding and the only piece of information that the she-elf takes away from the conversation is something about a forest. She wants nothing to do with this school. And the woodland would be a relieving haven that would temporarily dispel her of her troubles. With her clothes already on, Altehya vigorously pulls her hood over her head and dashes for the door. She's on a mission to be far away from this strange, authoritative place. Careful to prevent anyone from seeing her, Altehya quickly enters the hallway and silently closes the door. She now begins to stealthily dash for the stair- "HUH!". This could not possibly be the face of the voice that she was hearing from next door in her room? In front of her stands a human-like being, yet, with the wings and eyes of a bird. The Sun Elf is never one to show emotion to others. But her gasp echoes throughout the hallway. Her body and eyes frozen. Her cover is blown.
 
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Lawrence James Envorou


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While Jamie was pulling up his trousers that morning, he received quite a start. A passing glance to the protrusion on the wall made the monkey's head seem alive; its curled mouth bared fangs and a fierce hate lay in its eyes. As soon as he knew it was dead, however, his fascination manifested in a slow and awe-filled examination.

"Incredible. Did you catch this?" Jamie asked.

His roommate, whose name was Okonkwo, flashed a smile. "Yes, caught in the forest after tracking it two weeks. It does not seem happy on my wall, and that is good to me."

Jamie whistled. "Well done."

His roommate was a foreigner, from a nation Jamie had never heard of. Another novel news, and he felt about it the same cautious wonder as when he heard of the lands Yukie and Kurumi hailed from.

Okonkwo was also very dark. So dark, in fact, that when Jamie first saw him, it was as though the man blended into the night, the whites of his eyes stark and floating. Today he countered a close-shaven head with bright clothes; ornaments of gold glittered on his sleeves. Jamie understood that he was rich, and easily settled into a polite understanding.

"Do you hunt, Jamie?" Okonkwo asked, and Jamie grinned.

"Do I? Ha! Is the answer not written on my face?"

From there, the conversation sparked into a impassioned trade of ideas. Okonkwo's jungle people stored up a wealth of knowledge in tradition, discovering the behavior of animals and the whims of nature. But they did not use hounds for hunting, and the idea was fascinating to Okonkwo. He asked many questions Jamie was glad to answer, and by and by, they forgot the time until there came a pounding on the door.

"Wake up, wake up! To the mess hall with you, sloths and slugs!"

Okonkwo clapped Jamie on the shoulder as they left. "Come with me, come! I will show you the best of classes!" he said. "My gift in hopes you will join us when we hunt next."

"Gladly do I accept." Jamie offered his hand, and Okonkwo shook it heartily.

The bulletin board was tall above the crowd that gathered around it. As Jamie approached beside Okonkwo, a large portion of the people called out a greeting, and invited them in. Okonkwo had quite a following; he clapped shoulders and exchanged jovial insults with the group.

It was the very picture of his old friend, Aiden. A wistful smile passed Jamie's face. He could get along here fine. He only had to stick with Okonkwo.

The deal was remembered, and Jamie and the group bartered back and forth about the best choices. Four classes emerged to prominence in mind: Physical Conditioning, Alchemy 101, Horse Care and Riding, and Dueling.
 
Dove was moving down the halls half awake when she nearly walked into someone who was exiting their own room. However surprised she was they were clearly more shocked given their gasp and stare. She assumed it was due to her appearance. Some people found the near, but not quite humanity of her appearance to be unsettling. They on the other hand looked like a fairly normal Sun Elf, albeit one who was fairly clearly exhausted, and not especially healthy. She was lucky in that sense, she bounced back easily from most anything given time. She sighed, tilted her head and said, "I presume you have a reason for staring?" She was not normally so brusque but she was still exhausted.


@lullabystar
 
“Please, ‘Nisewaru-sama’ makes me sound like I’m gonna be the head of my family or something. ‘Yukie’ is just fine. And don’t try to argue against that. That is a direct order from the emperor’s direct subordinate. After all, we are neighbours, not strangers in this strange world.” Yukie laughed, then leaned in to squint at the near illegible writing on the paper, muttering something about printing, before she straightened up.


“Well, magic’s out of the window. Who needs a coward’s edge like that?” Yukie snorted, and mentally drew a red line across the words that related to magic, erasing them entirely in her mind’s eye. “And I certainly can’t give less of a da--” she coughed, and began again, “I could care much less for the pursuit of a Collector’s occupation. I’ve had plenty of training with my own sword, and I hardly need any other training with other inferior weaponry. Diplomacy does sound enticing, but I should leave that for brother and the emperor. Dueling? How tacky. That’d ruin my makeup too. Ugh.”



And in this rapid fire fashion, Yukie explained away most of the listed subjects, until there was only one clear subject left in the list: Alchemy 101. It only took her about 2 minutes to rattle out all her reasons and her removals, and she was looking quite red in the face. She was grinning, however, as if she had accomplished something.


@Emiya Shin
 
Kurumi Fujisaki


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[Ris'Saliance Aior / Lobby]


“Please," Yukie pleaded in response to Kurumi's formal way of greeting her. "‘Nisewaru-sama’ makes me sound like I’m gonna be the head of my family or something. ‘Yukie’ is just fine."


Kurumi quickly slotted in a response.


"But Nisewaru-sama--"


"That is a direct order from the emperor’s direct subordinate." Yukie aptly interrupted. "After all, we are neighbours, not strangers in this strange world.”


Then the cheery girl lets out a laugh, before leaning to read the notice beside the subject lists of RSA, leaving a surprised Kurumi staring at her.


"Yes... Yukie." She bowed slightly, after being hesitant to pronounce Yukie's first name. After all, Kurumi was born in a family and society that highly values respect, tradition and nobility. Back in the Orient Islands and the Yamato region, it was expected that the people there were to provide unwavering loyalty to their rulers, regardless of position.


“Well, magic’s out of the window. Who needs a coward’s edge like that?”


The Nisewaru descendant snorted as she browsed through the subject list tacked at the wooden bulletin board, while Kurumi simply stood beside her politely, listening to her ramblings and snarky comments. When she talked about Alchemy 101 however, her expression changed.


"It seems like you're interested in Alchemy 101, Yukie-sama." Kurumi said, unwittingly letting the honorifics slip into her words. "As for me, I think I'll just take... hmmm.."


The pink haired girl leaned to the RSA's subject list once more, before continuing her words. "Exotic Weapons Training, Large Weapons Training, Mental Conditioning, and..."


Kurumi began to think once more, and...


"Aha!" She gestured excitedly. "I guess I'll take Alchemy 101 with you then, Yukie!"


@simj22
 
Avari had spent a large amount of her days after the welcoming diner in the piano room, which she found after almost an hour of looking. It was nestled away in a corner, the door just like any of the others in the long corridors, except for the fact that someone had left it slightly ajar. This is what he attracted her attention, and she walked to it, cautious peaking inside as she pushed the door open further. Last thing she had wanted to do was open the door on someone who was changing. It was a relief when she noticed the absence of beds, and the presence of a grand, white piano, with gilded edges. It shown brightly, especially since right at that moment, from the large floor to ceiling window, the sunlight struck it in such a way that it looked almost as if it were glowing. She swiftly sat herself on it, running her hands across the top, marveled at the cleanliness of it. The cover had been down, and it was clear from other things, such as the knight in the corner who bore a layer of dust, visible even from across the room, that this area wasn't used all too much. Not surprising, after all, people came here, or were abducted, in order to hone and tame their magical skills, not to discover the gift of music, no matter how entrancing it was. 


She was just finishing up one of her favorite pieces, a lively tune, when she noticed that outside, a massive amount of students were all heading into the lobby of RSA. Avari was about to ignore it, when she figured it was time for her to start socializing again, and usually, if people were all going to the same place, it was for a reason. She hadn't spoken to Annie much since the day she met her, the most being a nod when passing in the halls. It's not that she didn't want friends, it just that, the reality of being away from home, something she hadn't ever really done, was sinking in, and she wasn't feeling up to so much talking. Plus, if she was being honest, Annie scared her. Well, really, it wasn't Annie, but Kirrashax, whose home was in her head. She didn't know what to expect, or what such a person thought of her. She sighed, and closed the cover, without finishing the song. 


She made her way to the bulletin board, trying to get a glance at what was on it, but a large orange girl covered her view. The angle was just so that even though the board was tall, and cast a shadow on people, she couldn't see it, and was not even close it, since there was a large group which blocked her way. Avari knew that as long as so many people crowded around, she'd never find out. Not to mention, she wasn't the largest, or tallest, so she couldn't just push her way through the ground. She had just about resigned herself to returning to the piano room, and waiting until no one was around to see what was up, when she noticed someone who seemed approachable enough, and was closer to the outside. She swallowed, and waltzed up, although to the tall man, she had barely reached to chest. Avari looked up, and poked his arm, trying to not to look as intimidated as she felt. 


"Hello, could you tell me what exactly is going on here? I, well, I can't see over people's bodies," She said, a faint blush on her cheek as what she perceived to be a large shortcoming of hers, no pun intended. 


@Killigrew
 
Lawrence James Envorou III


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The men in the group -- and they were all men -- introduced themselves one after another. Most names Jamie forgot as soon as they were said, but three remained fixed in his mind.


Nicagu and Hondo were as dark as Okonkwo, but bore quiet spirits. Their silent strength and large stature immediately intimidated Jamie.  And there was Saldin, a lean man with caramel skin, who was more the kind to smirk than smile. He had a slide to his step and a vulgar mouth. His face bore a defined jaw and prominent cheekbones, which drew the woman's flattering eye. Jamie disliked him immediately.


They were describing where to find the Alchemy teacher when there came a pressure against Jamie's right arm.


A yelp rose in his throat, contained behind closed lips. Below him was a startlingly pale face, whose bright green eyes seemed to glow against the snow of her skin. It was the carbon opposite of Okonkwo: white where he was black.


Saldin leaned around Jamie, and as soon as he laid sight on the moon elf, a wide and leering smirk curled his lips. "Hello there, sweet little elf. Now what's your name?"


Highly improper. Jamie levelled a look of warning to Saldin, and he erupted into laughter. "You look like you want to threaten me! Go on, do it!"


Jamie would have raised his gauntlet right then if he were home, but this was Okonkwo's friend. He sought the eye of his roommate and newfound friend for direction. 


Okonkwo's dark eyes were hard as flint. Yet Jamie wondered if he imagined it, because the dark man smiled and raised a hand in parting. "Do not look to me. We must go now. Come, Saldin. 'Til the next hunt, Jamie." 


"'Til the next hunt," Jamie echoed.


"Next time," Saldin pointed. A playful smile, an insolent expression.


"...I apologize on part of my friend," Jamie said once they were out of earshot. "Allow me to guide you through to the board."


His hand thrusting through the crowd, a commanding "Pardon me!" to push aside the stragglers, Jamie cut a path through the crowd, and ensured the moon elf was behind him all the while.


Once the end was reached, Jamie was entirely resigned to wait for her to select from the list. It was the least he could do to make up for Saldin's offense. 
 
Avari waited for a moment till he turned, and when he did, a couple more peeked at her. One, a tan, tall and lean turned his hide, and to her, it seemed that he liked what he saw, because a large smile spread across his face, and he introduced himself to her. She hadn't noticed till a breeze past through, that her cheeks felt extremely warm, and that she had been standing there for quite some time, silent, his expectant eyes locked onto hers. 


"Uh," She said quietly, her mind as blank and empty as a fresh, crisp sheet of paper. It took her a minute, of remembering what he had said, when she replied. "It's, uh, Avari." By then, the attention of the group had shifted around again, and she doubted anyone had heard her soft speak. 


Soon enough, it was back on her, and three members of the group parted, leaving a couple strays, and the guy who she had got the attention of. She was puzzled by the formality of which he spoke, which even though it was a common thing for her to hear, she never expected to hear anyone outside her community speak such a way.


"I think I'll go which music, magical conditioning, psychical conditioning, and..." She paused, not knowing what to choose. Avari decided to turn to her company and asked,"What do you think would be a good class to take?"


@Killigrew
 
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A Series of Amusing School Events
Sebastian felt lightheaded, both due to mana Exhaustion and Zerath's idiotic decision to hold a party. Wasn't the opening ceremony a party? It seems like no one listens to him at all anymore. What was more idiotic was Zerath forcing Sebastian to hold a Collector class... Think about it... A COLLECTOR Class... Who would honestly want to be a Collector? They have to take people from their homes and force them to some school in order to teach odd curriculum. So far there was no takers thank Melonax, but still if he had to teach students his secrets, life would become hell. What's worse is that Sebastian had to work with Horingmar in order to decorate... Have you seen an orc trying to decorate? Hideous paper fractals were being draped on walls, ugly green posters were being put up, an occasional foam skull dotted the tables... Seriously just one good illusion would be enough but Sebastian couldn't risk another spell until he healed.


"Horingmar... Please tell me why you are putting these hideous things up? This is a party not an execution." "Orcs decorate with enemies, since we have no enemies now fake stuff go up. Shame there is no execution, that make Pahr Tee more fun." Horingmar answered. His butchering of the word 'Party' was amusing, but still skulls were not going to cut it. "Let's put away the skulls and save them for Hallows eve. Right now I'm thinking Blues and Whites." Sebastian said as an illusion of the cafeteria in a decorated state appeared.


"Why you make decisions?!" Horingmar screamed. "Because I'm the one listed on the post. See? 'Sebastian Ramirov ' not 'Horingmar Oruguun' so I'm making the shots." "GRAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! WHY AM I NOT MAKING DECISION? ME STRONGER THAN PUNY HUMAN!!!" Horingmar said as he spoke to an unknown entity that controlled his actions. "STUPID PAHR TEE!!!" He yelled, his words echoing through the school. How amusing, Horingmar yelling at something because of a party. This might be fun after all...


"Sebastian, Horingmar, what're you doing? Is this something to do with the pear tree coming in three days?" asked Annabelle, twirling her lime parasol on her shoulder. What's so special about this pear tree anyway? she thought as her ebony ears twitched.


Huh? Pear Tree? We are getting a pear tree? Hmmm maybe it's Horingmar's spelling, maybe on one of the flyers he wrote "Pear Tree" instead of "Pahr Tee", oh man that's funny! Sebastian snickered. Another odd thing was how... Casually Annabelle approached him, he did collect her after all... Shouldnt she hate him? 'Gah... Why does being a Collector have to be so unexpectedly confusing!' he thought.


"We aren't getting a pear tree, but I wouldn't mind a pear. Mmmm Pears and flaky biscuits..." Sebastian said in a half drunk fashion. Suddenly little girly boy Wynter fell out of a tree, somehow landing on his feet. "Uh actually Annabelle I do believe it's actually a party coming in three days. Can we help with anything?" He asked turning his gaze towards Sebastion as he asked the question. 'I don't remember a tree 'inside' the cafeteria... Maybe we walked outside? Oh what I wouldn't do for sleep!' Sebastian thought.


"Well there is a party soon, not a pear tree, Horingmar did you..." When Sebastian looked at his giant comrade he was surprised to see him in a fetal position, muttering on about... Something.


"Why I get no love, me Horingmar big strong orc yet tiny human get all good posts? Unfair to me... Oh please great one please give me chance to shine..." He sobbed in a comedic anime fashion. Sebastian's entire being went pale in shock. Who knew Horingmar got jealous?


"Ignore him... If you two want to help you can go to the storage room by the nice lunch lady, grab some balloons, ribbons, posters, and a biscuit. Next you can go to the nurse and tell her to deliver Potion M... E... It's important you put in the spaces, or else I'll get a masochist elixer." Sebastian said with a shudder.


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Current Mood: Weirded out, Very Tired.


Current Location: Cafeteria with a magic tree.


Current Thought: "... Who the f%#$ is Horingmar talking about?" Me! Haha!!


Actions Committed: Spoke with Horingmar, Annabelle, and Wynter.


Physical Status: Critical but not yet life threatening. In lots of pain.


Interacted with: @Cheryl @JayKuro



Tag Time! @Cheryl @JayKuro


"You think you see ghosts? Try seeing the world through my eyes... Maybe then you'll understand why I am who I am"-Collector Sebastian Ramirov
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"Oh hi Wynter! I didn't see you there, where were you?" asked Annabelle, turning quickly to face the moon elf. There were so many places he could've gone to, and she did wonder where he could've gone. Anna herself usually stuck around the library or near the entrance of the cafeteria, sitting or strolling around enjoying the scenery. If anyone needed to find her they should make a beeline for the library, since that's where they would almost always find her.


"I uhm, wasn't really planning on helping out but I guess I could go to the nurse. Also Sebastian, are we allowed to take more subjects? I'm pretty interested in quite a few but I don't know if we have a limit on what classes we can take." admitted Annabelle. At the moment she has five classes, but there were so many more that she wanted to take to sate her curiosity.


While she waited for Sebastian to answer Annabelle twisted to face the sobbing orc. Without meaning to, she giggled at how hilarious it was to see a ripped orc blubbering about how he couldn't do anything. Realizing what she was doing, the brown haired girl flipped the other way and was pulling a face as a result of her trying to stop laughing. Oh gosh, why did I just do that... thought Anna as her puffy tail flicked from side to side.


@JayKuro @Onyx Energy
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"Ah, I was in a tree. It wasn't near the library though, that's probably why you didn't see me." He said realizing just how weird that sounded after he said it. 'I've never heard anyone tell me they were in a tree before...' He thought as he nodded his head confirming he had heard what Sebastian had said. 'Balloons, ribbons, poster, biscuit, and an elixir called M... E... And it's important to put in the spaces, right.' He thought making a mental note of it all. 


Annabelle began speaking again saying she wasn't planning on helping -oops- but that she could still go to the nurse. She then asked if she was allowed to take more classes to which his interest perked. He was hoping there was no absolute limit as to how many classes they took because all of them were really fun in their own ways. 


He he glanced at the Orc and laughed a bit coughing to make himself stop. 'I didn't know that orcs could get jealous... Or is this one just special?' He thought as he looked around the cafeteria at what Sebastian and the Orc had done so far. 
 
Abberakelaran said:
Dove was moving down the halls half awake when she nearly walked into someone who was exiting their own room. However surprised she was they were clearly more shocked given their gasp and stare. She assumed it was due to her appearance. Some people found the near, but not quite humanity of her appearance to be unsettling. They on the other hand looked like a fairly normal Sun Elf, albeit one who was fairly clearly exhausted, and not especially healthy. She was lucky in that sense, she bounced back easily from most anything given time. She sighed, tilted her head and said, "I presume you have a reason for staring?" She was not normally so brusque but she was still exhausted.
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Embarrassed as she is, Altehya still couldn't help but stare at the creature with wide open eyes. Never in her nineteen years of living has she ever seen a hybrid that is of half human and bird. "I presume you have a reason for staring?". Snapping out of it, the she-elf realizes that her face is no longer covered in shadow by her cloak, which she would have mentally abused herself for if she were still living in Hascoviir. She isn't used to revealing her identity to strangers...especially by accident; that is unheard of. And it is too late now to escape to the secluded room with the enchanting mattress that unbelievably belongs to Altehya. She will have to unwillingly talk to this creature. She is a bit rusty at conversation. Altehya so desperately yearns to rekindle the flame inside her that desires to remember what making friends is like. Yet, she does not realize this. That passionate flame has dimmed and has been long forgotten.  All opportunities of possible connections with other beings are always immediately shut down. She is a depressed soul trapped within fear and ego. But she still longs for love. Calming down now, in a sly manner Altehya blankly responds with, "Yes, I think you know why".


@Abberakelaran
 
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Dove closed her eyes for a moment, recentering herself. When she opened them again she had a tired smile on her face. She spoke, "Ach I do apologize for my irritation. I am not at my best in the mornings, and staring has begun to rather bother me. I do not really get much in the way of quiet sleep." Then she cracked a more honest smile half amused, half bitter and said, "As to precisely what you are staring at I cannot pretend to know. I could guess if you would like. Is it the grey wings? The orange eyes? Perhaps you are observant and can see the traces of demonic energy. Perhaps you even have Sight of some kind or another and can see more detail of my eldritch oddities. You would be amazed at the number of reasons people have had to stare, all without so much as exchanging names. On that note my name is Annie Verthrexreshreim." Annie looked curiously at the sun elf wondering at their identity.


@LullabyStAr
 
Kurumi Fujisaki


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Kurumi and Yukie continued on with their banter as they moved away the bulletin board, only to realize that the crowd of students has become thicker than before. As such, the duo began weaving their way through. Once the pink haired girl managed to get through the crowd, Kurumi unknowingly bumped into a person.


"Ow...!" She cried out.


It was another 6 foot blonde man with a forehead length hair that you typically see everyday, but this one however was different. He has a noticeable scar starting beside his left eye and ends at his right cheek. Along with his sharp amber colored eyes and stubble on his face, his dark outfit, the man exudes a heavy presence when Kurumi looked at him.


"I'm sorry..." The pink haired girl quickly apologized with a slight bow. Before she could move away from him, someone instantly grabbed her right arm, jerking her in the process and preventing her from leaving.


"Is that how would you apologize to our Highness, little girl?"


One of the man's followers said, while tightly gripping her right hand. Kurumi stared at the black haired man with a face tattoo, who also possessed the same strong-arm aura as the blonde man she bumped into. Portraying a surprised expression, she wanted to retaliate. However, since they are in a public location, Kurumi decided to play along with their games to prevent causing any incident.


With her right hand being held upon, the pink haired girl turned to the scarred blonde man and bowed.


"I'm sorry for bumping into you just now. Please accept my sincere apologies, Sir."


She said as politely as she could. Even then, the guy with a face tattoo seemed to be not satisfied.


"Not sincere enough. Again."


This time, Kurumi immediately displayed her expression of distraught, realizing that she is in deep trouble, unless...


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Ice traveled through Seiren's blood as he sat meditating. The Heart of Zut'Hein was on it's chain around his neck, neatly tucked into his shirt. He'd finally managed to gain control over it's energy, however, the energy was very oppressive. It didn't leak out, but it buried into his flesh and into his very being. He held up his fingers as ice flowed across them.


He stood up and stretched slightly. He needed to move around for some time to properly disperse the energy within his body. Despite his control over ice magic, even his body couldn't withstand the Heart's level of power in a sustained meditation. He was feeling...good. His cultivation was going well, and "The Glacier's Poem" was certainly improving his knowledge of long range ice magic.


Seiren found that people were still picking their classes. He wondered why they took so long. Well...the only way to get where he was going was through the crowd. His natural cold aura was useful in this situation as people moved out of the way to escape his chilling touch.


It was as he was passing through the crowd that he became witness to a girl bumping into a young man. The girl apologized but the man's subordinates didn't seem to want to follow proper etiquette and simply accept the apology. These types of people got on his nerves the most.


"I believe that the first apology was good enough" he said softly, his voice firm "Asking for more is simply improper" frankly, Seiren felt that this woman wasn't simple, nor was the one next to her. However, he was raised as a gentleman and the lack of etiquette bothered him. Normally, he would have simply frozen them, but he was in a good mood and willing to allow these men to back off.


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The Nisewaru's youngest showed nothing on her face. If anything, she seemed quite nonchalant about the whole thing, her hand brushing at the side of her skirt lightly as she watched the group of students glower at her room mate. Her eyes drifted away from them, and found purchase instead on a familiar blonde. It was at this moment where her expression morphed into one of tricksy glee. She placed a hand over her mouth in mock horror, and, with her most exaggerated noble's accent, called out loudly.


"Oh dear, what horrible event has befallen my dearest friend Kurumi, to be beset upon by common thugs! If only there were a knight in literal shining armor to leap in and save the day!"


If Jamie failed her now, she'd only have to try another day. It had been almost 48 hours that she had done any cutting and gouging, and she was simply aching to get some action in. If Jamie did not meet her expectations, then, at least, she would be able to whet her appetite on these boys in front of her. To the other valiant boy who had stepped in, she shot a meaningful look at him, as if to tell him to step off a little from the event. For now. If it came to blows, then she'd happily let him do what he pleased.


The ship must sail, and if this young man, even with the best intentions, were to sink it, his life would be forfeit.


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"To ask for my unworthy opinion is very kind indeed," Jamie said without inflection. Self-deprecation was self-preservation when speaking with women. "The History of Joten I have heard to be a worthy choice, and useful. Many among the nobility have their hearts bound to the actions of their fathers, so if you plan to remain in Joten, I believe that will be necessary knowledge." He carried on. "If you have an interest in honing your magic skills, I imagine another class in the selfsame subject would be best. If magical conditioning is all you can handle, however, I recommend Alchemy. Potion craft is useful for destruction and preservation, and it requires no magical ability, which appeals to someone like me that lacks ability."


He spoke quite quickly and loudly, and nearly missed Yukie's call for aid. It reached Jamie's ears nonetheless, and by reflex his head snapped towards the origin of the cry. 


Though a sea of drifting bodies obscured and opened to it, the scattered image of the group of men and those two girls came to view.


"Excuse me a moment," he said to the Moon Elf. 


Jamie was a little ways down, and wading through the crowd would no doubt take time. As he neared, he became ever more certain that the scene unfolding was no happy reunion. He could not help the distaste unfurling in his heart.


First the ghost of an elf and now them. Are the men here taught nothing of chivalry?
 
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'Oh?' Seiren thought to himself as the young woman gave him a look that explicitly said for him to stay out of it. He looked thoughtful, wondering if he should obey this woman. She looked quite serious. Her words suggested that she was setting something up.


If Seiren was an Ice Dragon, then this woman would be a Flying Tiger, just as dangerous 'Interesting' this woman's nature was right there to see for anyone who wanted to look. It was a pleasant change to the otherwise annoying people around him. Most were either truly kind or acted kind for ulterior motives.


'Lets see how her little plan plays out' he thought. He didn't move, but he no longer spoke either. However, he gave her a look that stated if he was attacked, he'd gladly retaliate in full force. 


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Dove closed her eyes for a moment, recentering herself. When she opened them again she had a tired smile on her face. She spoke, "Ach I do apologize for my irritation. I am not at my best in the mornings, and staring has begun to rather bother me. I do not really get much in the way of quiet sleep." Then she cracked a more honest smile half amused, half bitter and said, "As to precisely what you are staring at I cannot pretend to know. I could guess if you would like. Is it the grey wings? The orange eyes? Perhaps you are observant and can see the traces of demonic energy. Perhaps you even have Sight of some kind or another and can see more detail of my eldritch oddities. You would be amazed at the number of reasons people have had to stare, all without so much as exchanging names. On that note my name is Annie Verthrexreshreim." Annie looked curiously at the sun elf wondering at their identity.
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 Surprised by the switch in attitude by the bird-like creature, now known as Annie, the Sun-Elf calms her growing irritation. Although she does not desire one, Altehya truly expected that she would be making an immediate enemy based on her cold remark toward the girl. Of course Annie is continuing to be a little snarky as well, but the she-elf can find, at times, ways to respect beings who apologize for their actions as Altehya rarely does so herself. It is a great way to defend oneself from looking like the "bad-guy".  Aah, another trait that she picked up in her tarnished teen years: Defensiveness. A characteristic that is a blessing and even a curse. One, it is a way to stand up for oneself. And two, it can easily get one into trouble. In Altehya's eyes, it has always been more of a curse. Because now I'm the 'bad-guy' for remaining snarky without apologizing for it, thought the over-analytical mind of Altehya. So why not apologize and cause less friction? It's not as easy as that for the Sun-Elf.  She has too much "pride" to admit her wrongdoings. So she blindly defends her past actions no matter how insensitive they might have been. Her justification that she expresses through her actions, no matter the circumstance, is to say that she was never in the wrong to begin with, so how dare you falsely judge me as being the conceded 'bad-guy', I'm innocent. Dramatic reaction, yes. But a vital characteristic to adapt in to when living in slums where people attempt to ruin ones reputation through lies and forceful actions day and night. It gives a person that extra boost to fight for their reputation until they succeed to a certain extent.


Altehya forces herself to look directly into the peculiar orange, reflective eyes that stare back at hers. 


"I'd be careful with what you say and how you say it. There are some who won't overlook those underlying intentions of yours that your words do so well to disguise. Demonic energy...Humph I wouldn't be surprised."


With a nod of her chin as to signal an end to the conversation, the lethargic Sun-Elf pulls down her hood once again to cover her eyes and walks past Annie, only to stop before walking down the stairs.


"It's...Alt". Still hesitant to personally share her full name.


Now down the stairs and racing through dark hallways that are only getting her more lost, Altehya leans back against a wall and slowly drags herself to sit down on the cold floor. She lifts up her head, her gasping mouth wide open and her eyes shutting to block out her surroundings. I can't do this. I can't do it. It's too late for me to start over! I can't even talk to anyone for a full minute, thought the desperate she-elf as she lay there in an empty hallway alone to be with her torturing thoughts.


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Kurumi Fujisaki


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"I believe that the first apology was good enough."


A firm voice spoke in front of Kurumi and the one who held her hand. It was a young man sporting noble features.
 


"Asking for more is simply improper."


The icy man coldly added as his gaze locked on to the lackey with a face tattoo. He was not frightened by his warning however. The lackey stooped down, his grip remained on Kurumi and stared at the valiant man.


"Ha... Hahahaha!" He lets out a short maniacal laugh. "You're trying to be a hero huh, mister? With that half-arsed body of yours, huh?"


At this moment, Kurumi heard Yukie's pleas from the side, drawing some of the student's attention to the ongoing conflict. With the other two lackeys keeping an eye on the daring young man...


"You see..." The face tattooed lackey began to explain after straightening his standing posture, his eyes moving between Kurumi and the noble savior. "Our Highness is a descendant of the great Garudian Warriors, son of Viscount Galbadia. You think you can just walk away like that without any proper acts of apology?"


Kurumi's expression turned even more furious than before, and the lackey's boastful antics did nothing but making her even more angry. As for the scarred, muscle blond, he simply crossed his arms and simply let his lackeys do their bidding.


"I don't care who you guys are, but all of you are clearly gone overboard with this!"


The pink haired girl's body tensed up, her teeth baring, while trying to break from the grip on her right hand. Kurumi did not really want to fight her way out, but if worse comes to worst...


"Not really." The lackey once again replied with his boastful tone. "Just accompany our Highness for a day and you'll be fine."


That response simply drove Kurumi crazy, her intentions set on fighting her way out.


"As for you, heeeeero..."


The face tattoo lackey once again lets out his trademark laugh, before snapping his finger.


"Gooooooodbye!"


A dark purplish shadowy figure was materialized behind the noble man, attempting to attack him from behind with a bladed weapon. At the same time, the other two muscular lackeys charged at him with their own weapons, one of them dual wielding single handed swords, the other a battle axe. Their weapons, including the shadowy figure, possess similar physical properties.


"No...!" Kurumi exclaimed, while shaking her head. "It cannot be! How did you---!"


The goon forcibly closed her mouth. "Shush. It will be over in less than a minute."


Little they know however, Yukie is on the prowl and Jamie is making his way...


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Yukie Nisewaru


Magic. That could be the only explanation as to how that shadow thing existed. Yukie’s smile fell away into a scowl of anger. Her moves were instantaneous from that point, driven by an unearthly hatred more than anything else. She stepped forwards, towards the being of shadow, and, with a flutter of her skirt that exposed a dangerous amount of skin and a leather strap on her thigh, she drew her blade across the shadow’s form, before spinning around to meet the remaining two combatants.


Her brother’s words of picking opponents echoed in her mind as she made her choice of the two, and went for the axe-wielder. She feigned a darting stab, and pirouetted away at the last second, her knife whirling in her hands, and slicing through the thug’s bicep - superficial wound that was to follow a much more grievous one. She dug her foot into the ground, and sprang backwards towards the back of the axeman. Her knife found its mark, biting deep into the back of the axeman’s knee. She released her hold of her knife, twisted her hand around, and gripped the handle once more, now holding the knife in a reverse grip, and wrenched the knife, digging the blade deeper, before withdrawing the blade, opening up the wound.



Behind them, the shadow shuddered, then faded away, the magicks holding it together dissipating from Yukie’s own power. Yukie barely registered this, instead straightening up to meet whatever and whoever was left.
 
"Hero?" Seiren asked "I never claimed to be a hero, I just didn't like your attitude" he felt Yukie moving around him and took the one she didn't attack, making a mental note to avoid using magic against her. He could tell that the magic of the shadow behind him had been disrupted, not destroyed. Well, he didn't have to worry about it at the moment. 


A white mist flowed around him as he stepped forwards. "One, two, three, four..." he mumbled as his body seemed to walk slowly passed the man who was dual wielding. The man, seeing his opponent walking so calmly against him, swung down with the intent to strike him quickly and end this so he could help his partner.


"Eight, nine, ten" however, it was too late. With beautiful, steady steps, he twisted between the man's attacks with cold grace, his fingers reaching out and gently tapping his wrists.


He passed the man like mist and rushed towards the lackey with a face tattoo, reaching towards him with a firm hand. Behind him, the one he'd attacked before began to scream as cold pain ran through his arms, his fingers quickly blackening as ice crystals formed across his wrist. A direct injection of Cold Magic into the body at a specific point could cause near instant frost bite combined with excruciating pain as the blood was frozen. Anyone with a good enough control over their magic could dispel it, however, most warrior types never bothered to learn even the smallest bit of magic, relying on their strength for everything.


If he got help quickly, he probably wouldn't lose the use of his hands. If he didn't act quickly, the cold would spread throughout his body, first destroying his arms and then his heart. 


Seiren had no mercy for those who attempt to kill him. However, he did give the man a chance to give the Headmaster a bit of face. It wasn't his fault if the man wasn't smart enough to seek medical attention quickly.


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