Fantasy The spectrum RP (open)(detailed/casual)

[Dentedhelm]

The Detention Center wasn't really that menacing from the outside; it looked like a windowless, sturdy stone box sunken a few feet into the earth and overgrown with hardy flora. One of the guards opened the heavy stone door and gesture for Bryant to enter the building.


The inside, Bryant was distressed to see, was hardly as unassuming. Everything, from the floors to the furniture, was a uniform black; the cramped receiving area was dimly lit by a few strangely colorless candles. A heavy spruce door, painted black as night, lead off into what could only be subterranean holding cells. Blindfolds of different colors hung near blackened manacles on the sable walls.


Couldn't they keep me somewhere less... menacing?





Suddenly the dungeon door creaked open, and a woman wreathed all in black stepped out of the depths. She shuffled over to the ebony desk, glanced at one of the candles, and with a sweeping motion bathed the room in a stark white light that did little to brighten the mood. "I'm Fran," she said curtly. "You must be Adrian Bryant." Bryant nodded, and she returned the motion. "What size do you wear?" Bryant opened his mouth to speak- "You're what, six foot? Large or extra large?" She eyed him sharply. "Extra large. Shoe size what, twelve, no. Eleven and a half? Yes, yes. Here." She swung around and pulled some clothing out of one of the hampers behind her and tossed it to her guest. "Washroom's to the left. Change into that, give me your old clothes. Don't try to keep them. You're not sponsored."


Well. She's efficient, that's for sure.





Bryant treaded into the dimly lit bathroom and clumsily changed into his new uniform, peeling off his rugged cotton shirt and beat-up canvass pants, both stained with sweat and grime. His new uniform- from what he could tell in the darkness- was surprisingly comfortable to the touch and smelled vaguely floral; a long woolen overcoat in the latest Kawliian fashion bearing the symbol of the Academy, a pair of cotton pants, a silk vest, an airy cotton shirt, an orange tie, a leather belt, and a pair of leather shoes. Easily the most expensive garments he'd ever worn. Jutting out of the shadow was a hamper; Bryant deposited his old clothes and walked out, hoping his tie didn't look absurd.


"So now what," he asked the warden, "do I just... hang around here, or do I get to check out the campus?"


"You allowed to walk the grounds from ten in the morning to eight in the evening. Your breakfast and supper will be served here. You may not leave the campus without an escort. If you are not in by curfew, guards will be sent to retrieve you and you will have a permanent mark on your record." Her eyes flashed. "Another one, that is."


Abruptly, she flicked her gaze down at the stack of parchment on her desk and began to write. "You may go."


After a brief moment of disbelief, Bryant hoofed it out of there as quickly as he could without being rude and blinked as the sun hit his eyes. The courtyard was now bustling: he could see a few Blue talents practicing under the bright morning sky; here a gray hooded girl strolled past, there a gaggle of Browns compared notes under a copse of imported beeches. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the nearby canteen he could see a thinning crowd of people on their breakfast rush: among them stood out a steely looking girl eating alone and a boy wearing a pink and purple striped tie that was moving past her.


The whole of the Academy, to explore at my leisure. Nice.


...Kinda wish I had a map. It's been a while.

 

[Flowiest]

Dart had enough of waiting, he went inside to see Charlie.


"Charlie, if my associate shows up.."


"Yessir I'll send them to the academy gates, very good sir"


Dart nodded with a grin,


As he walked the streets back to the academy he took in the sights, the bright morning sun was torture on his black and red talent eyes, the colours seem to almost burn into his retinas.


He had missed his briefing.. Again.. I will get kicked out soon..


Students walked around the academy making their way to class or the dining hall,


Students, teachers, and even guards were being called to the councils office.


Something had happened. Something serious.


Spectrum guard had been recalled from slaz hunting, and guards that patrolled coloured territory had also been recalled.


No doubt this had a massive effect on the farming lands without walls or towers of any sort..

 

[Kazami42]

Amanda entered the cafeteria. She had gotten some food and then sat alone in the middle of the hall. She got bread, Apples, a drink, and various assortment of vegetables and fruit. She began eating her food silently, with her hair covering her face. She thought to herself. *I wonder what time it is...* she looked around but found nothing. She continued eating her food slowly to enjoy it, while humming to herself.

 

[Flowiest]

Dart had made it halfway to the academy when he was spotted by another blackguard


"Oi dart, iron fist is looking for you.. Eat some garlic or something man I smell the rum from here ahahah"


"Your mother" dart replied as he walked.


"Keep walking" the blackguard shouted.


Rumours were spreading in the hallways and cafeteria,"murder"


"council member"


"Lord Spectrum"


The council at said moment was interviewing students, only those called forth had a inkling of what could have occurred.

 

[Pat]

Had anybody been watching Sandra when the rumors of death filtered through the room, they would have been hard-pressed to decipher the reason behind her apparent disinterest in the news. In all actuality, she was. What there to think was thought, if Mistress White was dead, of course her absence would be missed, but little would change other than the course of a life that the mountain girl has never took the time to treasure. Hardly a minute passes before she stands, abruptly, on a quest to satisfy a new, morbid fascination that took ahold of her. Student approaching the always near-abandoned White Classroom to determine if it held one fewer as of late.

 

[Flowiest]

Kayla dwight's substitute was filling in for her class,


A handful of people of varying ages stood holding a parrying daggers, flashing white hue through the handle and out the blade in short bursts.


"Sandra will you join today?" A man who went by the name of Timothy turned from the class to greet whoever was at the door, his blue eyes had streaks of white in them as bright as his robes, and his black hair was neatly combed to the side as if he had spent hours making sure none would protrude onto his forehead.


Dart had made it inside the academy, his plan was to cut through the eating space grab something and cut through straight to the guard quarters outside,


Like a drunken wind, in and out, And maybe grab a bite...


Quiet groups talked, that girl in his red class sat alone..


Why does she sit alone?


He grabbed a apple of a plate as he walked toward the middle where she sat,


I'm already late.. Curiosity killed the drunk cat, but who knows.


"Hii" dart said as he sat opposite of her, one leg on each side of the bench.


"Sitting with all our friends hey" dart added with a slight drunk smile, as he took a bite of his breakfast.


Her eyes are massive red.. She must be fire flinging level...


@Kazami42

 

[Kazami42]

Kayla dwight's substitute was filling in for her class,
A handful of people of varying ages stood holding a parrying daggers, flashing white hue through the handle and out the blade in short bursts.


"Sandra will you join today?" A man who went by the name of Timothy turned from the class to greet whoever was at the door, his blue eyes had streaks of white in them as bright as his robes, and his black hair was neatly combed to the side as if he had spent hours making sure none would protrude onto his forehead.


Dart had made it inside the academy, his plan was to cut through the eating space grab something and cut through straight to the guard quarters outside,


Like a drunken wind, in and out, And maybe grab a bite...


Quiet groups talked, that girl in his red class sat alone..


Why does she sit alone?


He grabbed a apple of a plate as he walked toward the middle where she sat,


I'm already late.. Curiosity killed the drunk cat, but who knows.


"Hii" dart said as he sat opposite of her, one leg on each side of the bench.


"Sitting with all our friends hey" dart added with a slight drunk smile, as he took a bite of his breakfast.


Her eyes are massive red.. She must be fire flinging level...


@Kazami42

She stared at the person. She stopped eating and stared at him intently. "What is it boy?" She looked annoyed but it was hard to tell due to the hair covering her face and overall look. "You're bothering the empress, and haven't given her a reason to waste her time..."

 

[Flowiest]

Wow.. She does fling fire.. More verbal but still..


"Empress? I mean.. Yes of course how rude of me.." Dart tried to keep a straight face.


He couldn't, she just ignored him completely.. And placed herself in a higher ranking position then himself..


He stood rather quickly. "I'm actually late so sorry to bother you" dart faced away so she couldn't see him blush.. She probably likes girls anyway, not your fault he reasoned to himself as he left the area, as he passed the stairs he smelt a odd scent. His drunk mind took a moment to register that familiar scent. Fuck that... He left it to be someone else's problem.


A horrible smell wafted through the second floor, eventually a girl asked a guard to look into it,


"Someone steal your sweet roll? Heh heh" the guard joked, he always joked like this, people got over it quick.


"No.. There's a horrible smell in the room next to mine.. The door is locked" she stammered awkwardly.


"I'll check it out, don't worry" he nodded to his partner who nodded back,


And he headed down the hallways toward the room.

 

[Pat]

With a simple nod of her head, Sandra proceeds to a table, grasping one of laid out daggers in her hand. Awaiting further instruction, she's the epitome of calmness.


Of course, that was to expected of White Talents.

 

[Kazami42]

*The hell was wrong with that guy?* She shrugged and finished eating. She took her apple and put away her tray. She continued eating the apple as she walked to class. Thinking she was either late or early. She eventually finished the apple and threw it away.

 

[Flowiest]

With a simple nod of her head, Sandra proceeds to a table, grasping one of laid out daggers in her hand. Awaiting further instruction, she's the epitome of calm.
Of course, that was to expected of White Talents.

"As I was saying, try and transfer your hue into the handle, and slowly leak it into the blade, try and keep the blade full for as long as possible, think of the handle as a valve.. Leaking as much hue is needed into your blade"


Students did just that, some better than others,


A man in his late twenties could make the blade glow for a good sixteen seconds, Timothy smiled at that man,

 

[Pat]

Sandra ignored the Instructor. Metaphorical as he was, she knew that some truth was hidden behind his words. The blade wasn't simply a blade to a Talent, through Color, now more than ever it became an extension of the body.


Through viewing it merely as herself, she was able to glow for twenty seconds, concentrated in that singular, particularly sharp portion of hardened flesh that her fingers still circled around as if reverent monks kneeling before a steel altar, blessed to have seen a manifestation of their lord take root in the material plane.

 

[MahoganyLeaf]

She would see two men dressed in a variant of United federation guard armour, standing outside the pink silk tavern, and a man in spectrum blackguard uniform stretching his legs a bit further from them.
A few people moving about their daily lives, delivering ingredients, supply, eating, just average stuff.


Two other students had made something similar to Lucy,


One even stood up to copy his father, forming the hue on himself to make green hue boots and leggings, he could barely walk.


The teacher looked around at everyone before breaking the boys club and the boys leggings before he fell over and snapped his shins.


"Decent attempts, but go for quality over quantity"


she lifted her head toward the banner her hand glowed green as she absorbed the colour and light.


She placed a thick ten cm squared block of pure green sturdy hue, if you was to hold a block to the light you would see through it like green glasses, crystal clear.


She formed five more exactly the same and placed them ontop of each other.


"Anyone who can break two of them may win.."


A man in academy courier garbs came to the door and requested the teacher,


"When I'm back I'll see what you've done, no being stupid or dangerous," she walked off quickly with the man.

Isolde noticed the two men and the spectrum guard farther away. And she certainly noticed them having noticed her. So she began walking towards their direction.

 

[guul66]

As Mr. Dent enters the Pink Hall all the students stand up, until he waves with his hand downwards, the gesture telling the students to sit down, which they all do. "Hello students, last week we learned the practical applications of pink hue, like its use of clothing and how to create the best quality pink hue for such uses, rest assured we will learn it again soon. Anyway, todays lesson is emotion manipulation, namely we're going to learn to pass on the emotion you currently have, Andrew Kent, would you be kind enough to come here and help me with this?"


In response Kent stands up, brushes his hair into a less messy state and walks over to where Mr. Dent is. "As you all know Andrew Kent is one of my best students. If you practice well and succeed in mastering your emotions and those of others you'll certainly get to a level he is on." Mr. Dent declares. Meanwhile all Kent can think of is getting out of this school, but still worried that if he leaves now he'll turn into slaz. "Are there any volunteers for Andrew Kent to demonstrate the process on, so he can later describe it to you?" After a moment of silence shuffling is heard and a girl around eighteen to twenty years old approaches. She looks both Kent and Mr. Dent deep in the eye for a moment. "Andrew Kent, you may not start."


The pink hue from Kent's hand quickly charges towards the girl, but at the last moment slows down, before gently wrapping itself around her arm, so gently she can't even feel it. Kent blinks. At least thats what it seems to others, in his mind days go by. Then Kent arrives at where his emotions are. His current emotions aren't too pleasant, he doesn't want to give them on, rather he gives the emotion of euphoria to the girl. The girl starts smiling and then laughing as Kent breaks the contact. "As you see there, Andrew Kent either felt extreme happiness or the more probable possibility ma-" Thats all Mr. Dart could say before Kent interrupted him by walking away, towards the exit of the Pink Hall. "Andrew Kent, where are you going?" Mr. Dent asks, with no anger or hate in his tone. "I-i need to go." Kent replies, his voice shaking, before running out the Pink Hall. Even after the door closes he can hear the muffled voice of Mr. Dent "There probably we saw the very unfortunate side-effect of emotion manipulation which is the..." Soon Kent is too far away from the class to hear him. Kent runs out of the Academy, outside, to the streets, the guards at the gate take note of him, but do nothing to stop him.

 

[Flowiest]

Isolde noticed the two men and the spectrum guard farther away. And she certainly noticed them having noticed her. So she began walking towards their direction.

Tonaye nodded toward his cousin "how much longer?"


Tohmas spotted Isolde walking toward them, "shh quiet cuz"


"I'm just saying Sammie gotta see at least three people, it won't all be here"


"It could be you don't know that"


"How drunk was that guard who walked out before? Whhoooweeeee could smell that on him"


"Seriously? Your over what you wer-"


"Yea waiting sucks"


"There we go"


Tohmas and Tonaye stood either side of the taverns door.

 

[guul66]

Kent wanders closer to the tavern, his face is quite red. As he approaches he eyes the guards, but still enters and sits down on a barstool next to the bar.

 

[Flowiest]

Sandra ignored the Instructor. Metaphorical as he was, she knew that some truth was hidden behind his words. The blade wasn't simply a blade to a Talent, through Color, now more than ever it became an extension of the body.
Through viewing it merely as herself, she was able to glow for twenty seconds, concentrated in that singular, particularly sharp portion of hardened flesh that her fingers still circled around as if reverent monks kneeling before a steel altar, blessed to have seen a manifestation of their lord take root in the material plane.

Timothy glanced at Sandra for a moment before watching more intently.


"Kayla said you were quick to pick up on transferring hue" he said warmly as he stepped closer a few times.


"Without the dagger though, do you find it easier to maintain the flow of hue?"


A few students looked toward the young girl, some hoping for a magical answer as if she held a secret they didn't know to maintaining a flash.


Dart had walked into the sparring ground. Tobias "ironfist" fletch was standing their with three other people.


"Mr Kanchenjunga" Tobias boomed.


Dart couldn't help but laugh, he always forgot his fake surname


"You won't be laughing soon, these three recruits are ready to become blackguard"


Oh no


"Hazhm, Tahlia, gorne, which of you will challenge mr Kanchenjunga to take his place"


"Wait wait, is this with talent? One by one they fight me until I lose? This isn't like my initiation" dart questioned hastily.


"You ignore direct orders and are not present for briefings, you also reek of rum, so yes how you passed initiation before these three astounds me, and I'm pruning weeds"


"No talent?"dart asked but he knew the answer


"Talent is acceptable"


"Weapons?"


"Whatever you have on you"


"That's not fai-"


"Whatever, you have on you"


"Well fuck."

Kent wanders closer to the tavern, his face is quite red. As he approaches he eyes the guards, but still enters and sits down on a barstool next to the bar.

Barkeep walked up to him,


"hey Bub, what sound is victory in the moonlight?"

 

[guul66]

Timothy glanced at Sandra for a moment before watching more intently.
"Kayla said you were quick to pick up on transferring hue" he said warmly as he stepped closer a few times.


"Without the dagger though, do you find it easier to maintain the flow of hue?"


A few students looked toward the young girl, some hoping for a magical answer as if she held a secret they didn't know to maintaining a flash.


Dart had walked into the sparring ground. Tobias "ironfist" fletch was standing their with three other people.


"Mr Kanchenjunga" Tobias boomed.


Dart couldn't help but laugh, he always forgot his fake surname


"You won't be laughing soon, these three recruits are ready to become blackguard"


Oh no


"Hazhm, Tahlia, gorne, which of you will challenge mr Kanchenjunga to take his place"


"Wait wait, is this with talent? One by one they fight me until I lose? This isn't like my initiation" dart questioned hastily.


"You ignore direct orders and are not present for briefings, you also reek of rum, so yes how you passed initiation before these three astounds me, and I'm pruning weeds"


"No talent?"dart asked but he knew the answer


"Talent is acceptable"


"Weapons?"


"Whatever you have on you"


"That's not fai-"


"Whatever, you have on you"


"Well fuck."


Barkeep walked up to him,


"hey Bub, what sound is victory in the moonlight?"

"What kind of question is that? I don't know the answer."

 

[Flowiest]

"What kind of question is that? I don't know the answer."

"Ehh don't worry about it, whattar you drinking?"


Samuel looked over to barkeep and the academy student.


It wasn't who he was looking for.. He assumed.

 

[guul66]

"Ehh don't worry about it, whattar you drinking?"
Samuel looked over to barkeep and the academy student.


It wasn't who he was looking for.. He assumed.

"Nothing. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here." Kent stands up and begins to leave the tavern.

 

[Trust]

"Hey, where did the teacher go..." She asked noone in particular. "Time to find out what's going on, rumours are flying left right and center but nothing has been proven. She made herself seem much older, about mid-twenties which was highly uncomfortable for her, her clothes were a little tight around her... Everywhere. She walked out of the academy in search of... something, not really sure what she was looking for until... Boom, the smell of rum seemed to slap her across the face it was that strong as she passed a small bar, she covered her nose. "I swear... How can adults drink half the stuff they do, it smells awful" she mumbled before trying to listen to their conversation @Flowiest

 

[Flowiest]

"Nothing. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here." Kent stands up and begins to leave the tavern.

"Whoa whoa hold up, you don't wanna buy a drink? If your after company there's no need to be shy, the woman of pink silk are known across frahlidor and further hehe"


He said this as if no other place or person thought of using pink hue with physical pleasure.

 

[Dentedhelm]

Something felt... off.


The idyllic morning had oily slick to it. Some of the guards were nervous; a handful were even missing from their posts. Faculty and some more important looking students hurried across the lawn towards the main building.


Partly out of boredom and partly out of curiosity, Bryant followed them inside.


(OOC: Feel free to write me into your posts.)

 

[Pat]

"Of course." Sandra replied to the Instructor, voice husky. "Instead of the work of changing solid, refined steel, you can change inconstant air with ease."


She flickers her eyes around the room to draw in more White, adding musingly. "There's a moral in that somewhere."

 

[guul66]

"Whoa whoa hold up, you don't wanna buy a drink? If your after company there's no need to be shy, the woman of pink silk are known across frahlidor and further hehe"
He said this as if no other place or person thought of using pink hue with physical pleasure.

Kent turns around, looks the man straight in the eye, pointing his finger at his eye "I though pink was a bright color."