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Post by Carillus on Dec 2, 2009 23:04:42 GMT 8
At this point, a voice sounded from the hallway, amplified by the numerous Bose speakers situated around the dormitory complex.
"Alright, people, listen up. My name is Alecia Dakoce Geraldine von Wunderwaffe - you can call me Ms. Wunderwaffe. Call me Alecia and I'll have your head for dinner."
The voice was commanding, even without any use of innate skill or ability. This voice was compelling just by belonging to someone truly superior.
"For the year ones, I am the lady in charge of running and keeping the place in order.
Now, everyone, assemble in the main lobby at eight. All the new boarders have now arrived - introductions are now in order."
The time was thirty minutes to eight. Plenty of time for the people eating - the lounge was three doors down from the main lobby.
"We are going in order of rooms. Year twos will go first. Prepare your welcome speech to your juniors by then or prepare to face my wrath."
With a click, the speakers shut off, leaving behind a foreboding silence.
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Post by RaineScarlet on Dec 21, 2009 15:02:29 GMT 8
I'm .. early. Just a bit.
Kris stepped cautiously into the main lobby. No one seemed to notice, but she still hugged her lion to her chest a bit tighter for comfort.
If your aim is the draw as little attention to yourself as possible, don't you think you've failed by being the first one here? She started thinking to herself.
But it would be even strange to just leave. Where would I go, outside? It's dark. I don't want to know what's waiting out there for me in a campus like this.
Of course. Even if you can shoot at things you can't see, it's still much better to be able to see.
I hope it won't have to come to that. Me using my gun, that is.
Ever the pacifist.
Amongst other things.
She had located a short row of seats by the entrance of the lobby and had her face pressed against the lion's head.
At least I got these seats.
You got the worm.
By being the early bird.
Clever, eh?
She sighed into her lion. Conversations with herself were rather customary for her. After all, when there was no one else to confide in, who else was left but yourself?
I keep telling myself this, but right now, I can only trust my dormitory mates.
Harder than it seems.
Mandatory nonetheless.
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Post by ponpokorin on Dec 26, 2009 16:34:46 GMT 8
The two girls stumbled into the lobby, Nimue grasping Jorryn's hand tightly and dragging her along.
"We're still early," Jorryn grumbled.
"I'm quite certain we should be late..." Nimue mumbled.
While Nimue busied herself with searching for a clock, Jorryn noticed a tall, fair and handsome boy (or it could be a girl, he was that pretty) hugging a lion, and stuttered towards him. With no regard to her target, she plonked herself down on the seat next to the boy, holding her hat so that it didn't leave her head. Then she stretched out both arms and asked boldly, "Can I hold your lion?"
Meanwhile Nimue was frantically searching for a clock, her eyes sweeping over the lobby, and noticing that Jorryn was sitting next to a boy. Could be a student. Even better, someone who knows the time. Besides, she needed to save the boy from Jorryn's insanity.
And so, careful not to trigger an asthma attack, Nimue walked over as briskly as she dared.
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Post by RaineScarlet on Jan 1, 2010 2:27:08 GMT 8
Two humans had entered the lobby. Kris did not look up to confirm it. From the sounds of their footfalls, she could tell that they were both lightweight. One was not quite healthy and was leaning on the other. Then the healthy one came over.
My lion?
She looked up to see a small person, mostly hidden under large folds of clothing and a hat to top it all off. At a glance, there was no telling what gender the person was, but from the voice, it seemed to lean more towards 'female'. Still, people had made mistakes like this before, and Kris didn't fancy making assumptions.
The gun is hidden well enough so no one would be able to feel it. What I'm more worried about it what would happen to me if I let go of it. Still, it would be more suspicious to refuse.
"You may," Kris answered curtly, shooting a sidelong glance at hat-person's companion, who was also making her way over here. Both people looked harmless and docile, which was only marginally reassuring. From what she had already seen from the inhabitants of the dorm, she would do well to be careful.
"Please take care to not drop it," she said, and moved it away from her chest. She twitched minutely from the sudden loss of heat, but then recovered.
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Post by ponpokorin on Jan 1, 2010 6:15:25 GMT 8
Nimue could almost hear Jorryn screaming "SQUEE" as she yanked the lion out of the other person's hands and hugged it tightly to herself.
"It's so cute and cuddly!" Jorryn exclaimed, smothering the lion in a bear-crushing hug.
Nimue sighed inwardly. It was rather ironic that Jorryn went to a lot of length to conceal her gender, but still acted as she did; which was pretty girly.
She walked up to the other person, and out of politeness, she introduced herself. "Good evening, my name is Nimue." She paused for a short moment, and added as an afterthought, "and sitting next to you is my friend, Jack." Drawing up a bit of courage, she ploughed on, "Do you happen to know the time? I suspect my watch is broken and there appear to be no clocks around..."
Meanwhile Jorryn had curled up, hugging the lion tightly to herself, oblivious to Nimue's little introduction.
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Post by NPC Controller on Jan 1, 2010 16:25:55 GMT 8
"The time is seven minutes to eight. There's not much time left until it starts."
Out of the shadows under the high window of the main lobby, a small male figure stepped into the light. His cap obscured his features, the light barely reaching his face. A touch of blonde stuck out from the side of the cap.
"Good, you're early. Apparently the others have yet to learn of Ms Wunderwaffe's power in this place. A frequent mistake; they'll understand soon, if they come down late."
The boy walked ahead and took a seat near the front.
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Post by Carillus on Jan 1, 2010 16:30:27 GMT 8
Lucetia heard the time from the staircase.
Already this late? And no one's here yet? What a tardy group of people I've been set up with.
She strode softly in from the back of the lobby through the centre aisle, noting the small group seated at the side entrance from the lounge. Her cross was clutched at her side; she was mostly unaware of its presence, besides a reassuring weight in her hand.
She took a seat near the middle, waiting for the rest to come.
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Post by schrodinger on Jan 1, 2010 21:26:34 GMT 8
"True, true. It's a new start for all of us, in more ways than one."
As they entered the main lobby, Venser checked the time. There was still a while left before they were due, so no worries on that front. It seemed that there were quite a few people already present in the lobby, though there wasn't much activity going on. He noticed a certain individual looking a little out of sorts, and made his way towards her.
"Good even, Ms. Rosenfield. I trust you feel well enough to participate in the proceedings?"
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Post by ponpokorin on Jan 1, 2010 22:44:46 GMT 8
"The time is seven minutes to eight. There's not much time left until it starts."
Nimue jumped and spun around. Jorryn merely looked up from snuggling the lion.
A small figure was standing under a high window in the main lobby. The person's face was obscured by a cap and its body androgynous, so it was impossible to tell if it was male, female, or otherwise.
"Good, you're early. Apparently the others have yet to learn of Ms Wunderwaffe's power in this place. A frequent mistake; they'll understand soon, if they come down late," the figure continued.
Nimue unconsciously took a step back, and Jorryn reached out and held Nimue's hand, still clutching onto the lion.
"I'm here, Nimue," Jorryn said simply. Nimue squeezed her hand lightly in response, as the figure strutted past them and sat down near the front.
All was quiet, so Nimue turned back to her friend, just in time to spot another girl their age with pale turquoise hair and shocking crimson eyes walk into the lobby. As her eyes met the girl's, she felt her chest seize up. She closed her eyes and shook her head, breathing deeply. I have to stay calm...
Jorryn held Nimue's hand tightly, watching the girl make her way to the middle of the lobby and sitting there. Noting the cross in the other girl's hand, her brows furrowed in puzzlement. She pulled gently at Nimue's arm, leading her to sit down.
"Don't be afraid, Nimue..." Jorryn said to her quietly. "Here, hold this." And she put the lion in Nimue's hands.
"I'm okay, I just got a shock. Her eyes..." Nimue shuddered, clutching the lion close to herself with a need.
Jorryn hugged her friend, before suddenly being aware of a presence approaching them. Looking around, Jorryn found herself looking at a tall and slim man. The light grey hair and faded blue eyes did nothing to help the impression, while the lack of wrinkles and -- was that a pimple? -- helped to lessen it. Nimue glanced up, made the aforementioned inferences that Jorryn no doubt would have failed to, and went back to cuddling the lion.
"Good evening, Ms. Rosenfield. I trust you feel well enough to participate in the proceedings?", the new arrival said, addressing the person beside Jorryn.
Nimue's ears perked up, her suspicions that the male student was actually female confirmed, but stayed silent. Jorryn caught on, however, and with absolute disregard for politeness, exclaimed, "You're a girl!?"
Nimue was relaxed by Jorryn's show of impoliteness, and sighed audibly, saying, "You should have figured it out long ago." Straightening up and releasing her hold on the lion slightly, Nimue said to the other two, "Sorry about that, Jack is always like this."
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Post by Kim Kwan-Jang on Jan 1, 2010 23:36:44 GMT 8
Sou had been standing next to the elevator door for quite a while now.
The shower just now did let her relax somewhat, but being in a place filled with complete strangers made her tense up again.
Again, she reverted to observing those present from a distance. There was a group of three at one side of the lobby. One of them sitting stiff -- undoubtly as nervous as her, the other trying to make conversation with the first, and the last, though dressed boyishly, was radiating a sort of innocent happiness as she clutched a stuffed animal.
A year ago, she would have just strode up and entered whatever conversation they were having, but now some sort of invisible force compelled her to shy away from others.
Although she was quite certain the person hugging the stuffed animal wasn't a boy, it still took quite some effort to start walking towards them...
...and she immediately stopped when somebody stepped out from the shadows, addressed the group, and relocated somewhere else.
"......"
Sou stood still again. She had barely made any displacement from her original position.
"Like it or not, I would still have to greet everyone here," she thought, "and doing so in groups would be easier on myself..."
She started moving towards the group again. One, two. One, two. Steadily, she got closer to them. Four feet away, she spoke up.
"G-good evening, I'm-"
At this moment a youth entered from the lounge and proceeded decidedly towards one of the girls, and started talking to her.
Sou broke out in a cold sweat, clenched her teeth, and diverted towards one of the emptier areas in the lobby.
"I still can't do this after all..."
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Post by schrodinger on Jan 2, 2010 1:15:29 GMT 8
"Yes, she is indeed a girl - either that or I'm using the wrong pronoun. By the by, while I am by no means old, I should certainly hope that I'm well past awkward adolescence...and its attendant afflictions."
Half smiling, half grimacing comically, Venser ran a hand over his face, looking for the spot that... Jorryn had seen as a pimple. It turned out to be an errant spot of sauce from his speedy supping earlier that he'd missed when wiping his mouth.
"There, see? Well, in any case, if I had developed a case of acne, I'm sure I could manage a Heal strong enough to get rid of it... but I digress. Good even to you both, Misses Jack and Nimue. I see you've already met Ms. Rosenfield - and apparently you know her well enough to have appropriated her lion."
He was glad to see that Kris hadn't shied away from contact with others completely, even if she'd just let them borrow her stuffed lion for a moment.
"Come to think of it, I've got a lion of my own."
Extending a hand into the inner pocket of his blazer, he reached for Guile, who had been hiding there whilst he ate - and was rudely interrupted by Guile springing out, taking on the form of a lion as it emerged. Knocked to the ground by its sudden transformation, Venser was temporarily winded, but quickly recovered.
"...As you can see. Guile, remove yourself from my chest or I will break out Dismissal."
The familiar complied grudgingly, padding off of him and sitting by his side.
"That reminds me... I do recall someone expressing an interest in this rascal here. Ms. Rosenfield?"
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Post by RaineScarlet on Jan 2, 2010 4:48:33 GMT 8
She was crouching in front of the creature, now in the form of a lion, even before Venser had suggested it. Her own stuffed animal was in the other frail girl's hands (they were both girls apparently). They seemed a bit startled at the appearance of several people in the entrance hall, so Kris had imperceptibly positioned herself between those two and the rest of the dorm inhabitants. Her protective instincts were kicking in.
The shape-shifting creature named Guile was sitting there, seeming a bit miffed at Venser's "Dismissal" comment. She reached out and ran both hands through the lion's fur, feeling its muscles shift with each breath, watching its eyes glint with quiet interest.
Strange. I should be scared right now. Any normal human would be. Is this another influence of 'magic' or is it simply that I trust these people. But how is that possible?
What else can you do, Kris? It's impractical to be so paranoid. Trust, but not wholeheartedly.
Mm.
Still hugging Guile loosely, as to not strangle the creature, she turned to the two girls sitting beside her.
"I didn't have a chance earlier, but my name is Kris Rosenfield. Pleased to meet you."
Please try to warn me before pulling any strange magic out. She considered adding, but decided against it.
"Don't worry about confusing my gender, Jack. People do it all the time."
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Post by ponpokorin on Jan 2, 2010 18:59:23 GMT 8
OoC: I need to request Schrodinger to change his address of Jorryn to Jack because her real name happens to be a Berserk Button. Besides, mind-reading ability would tell him not to do so anyway/ be unable to provide her actual name because it has never been mentioned.
IC:
"Yes, she is indeed a girl - either that or I'm using the wrong pronoun. By the by, while I am by no means old, I should certainly hope that I'm well past awkward adolescence...and its attendant afflictions," the young man said, searching his face with his hands and swiping off that which had appeared to be a pimple; now revealed to be mere sauce. Nimue grimaced, burying her face in the lion. She needed to go brush up on her observational skills. Jorryn, on the other hand, simply let her mouth fall open. "There, see? Well, in any case, if I had developed a case of acne, I'm sure I could manage a Heal strong enough to get rid of it... but I digress. Good even to you both, Misses Jack and Nimue. I see you've already met Ms. Rosenfield - and apparently you know her well enough to have appropriated her lion." After a short pause, he continued, "Come to think of it, I've got a lion of my own."
That was when he reached into this pocket and suddenly a lion burst from it. Nimue gasped, and Jorryn gave a shout of surprise. The young man was thrown to the ground with the lion on top. With admirable speed, he recovered and continued, unrattled, "...As you can see. Guile, remove yourself from my chest or I will break out Dismissal."
With the elegant threat, the lion stepped off him and sat at his side, and even as it did so, the boy-revealed-to-be-a-girl stood up from beside Jorryn and went over to cuddle the real lion.
"That reminds me... I do recall someone expressing an interest in this rascal here. Ms. Rosenfield?"
"You're a bit too late, young man," Jorryn quipped and Nimue rolled her eyes. Lack of tact was one of Jorryn's charms, but it got irritating, not to mention scary when it was directed towards strangers. Who knows, someone might be a loose screw and kill them both. Nimue suddenly noticed that her view of the other people was blocked by the other girl. Whether intentional or not, Nimue was slightly grateful. She was more comfortable with getting to know people one at a time.
"I didn't have a chance earlier, but my name is Kris Rosenfield. Pleased to meet you," the other girl finally spoke, giving her name to the two girls, adding, "Don't worry about confusing my gender, Jack. People do it all the time."
Jorryn blushed and mumbled, "Yeah, well, nice to meet you too."
Noticing Jorryn's uncomfort, Nimue quickly diverted attention off her friend, saying politely, "Nice to meet you too, and thank you for loaning us your lion. Do you love lions?"
Finishing, Nimue leaned on Jorryn and whispered, "Go pet the lion. Sitting here is going to make things worse."
So Jorryn stood up, and Nimue smiled as she walked up and stroked the lion's mane. Out of the corner of the eye, she suddenly noticed someone walking away from them.
Funny... Was that person coming towards us?
She decided to ignore it for now and focus on the two potential friends on hand. That and the fact that the lion came right out of the young man's pocket.
As if on cue, Jorryn spoke up, "Hey, how did you get this lion to pop up out of your pocket?"
Nimue mentally did a facepalm. Oh well...
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Post by schrodinger on Jan 3, 2010 0:58:42 GMT 8
OOC: Alright.
"The explanation is simple, really."
He paused for a moment, letting the exact nature of the explanation hang in the air.
"It's magic."
That, too, was followed by a moment of silence.
"Perhaps not of the kind you're familiar with - there are, after all, other worlds than this, and we seem to hail from very different ones - but magic nonetheless."
It was unclear how they would receive this last bit of information. He knew that 'Jack' was aware of some sort of supernatural power that she possessed - Nimue, too, but did this necessarily mean that they would accept the existence of magic readily? It wasn't uncommon to encounter reactions that were downright hostile when speaking about magic to people who weren't ready to accept it into their worldview - Kris had had an adverse reaction, in her own way.
Even so, magic was hardly something to hide. He could only hope that they took it well.
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Post by RaineScarlet on Jan 3, 2010 6:45:44 GMT 8
"Do you love lions?" The small girl named Nimue asked.
Kris smiled mildly and replied, "They hold a special meaning for me." She stopped there. Any more explanation would add an uncomfortable aura to the conversation, and she didn't want that. This was perhaps the longest non-eventful conversation she had had with anyone here, and she was grateful for the, however slight, normalcy of the current environment (She had been somewhat desensitized to Guile already). That is, until...
"It's magic. Perhaps not of the kind you're familiar with - there are, after all, other worlds than this, and we seem to hail from very different ones - but magic nonetheless."
Magic again. I can't hide from that, can I? This academy is like a trial of sorts--testing my very existence against others.
But you already decided yourself that you would try to accept it for now.
She stroked Guile's mane thoughtfully and glanced over at Venser.
"Are you well versed in magic?"
Humans fear what they don't know. Maybe if I could learn, then.. I don't know... Maybe.
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Post by Kim Kwan-Jang on Jan 4, 2010 0:10:56 GMT 8
Sou found herself playing the role of Lot's wife when she left that area near the entrance of the lobby. Glancing over her shoulder, her heart turned to salt as she witnessed the sudden arrival of a large, majestic beast that seemingly came from nowhere. "Wh...where did that come from...?" was but a thought that flashed through her mind before it went blank. Her breathing went deeper and faster, and her heart started to beat overtime. Sweat stinged her eyes as she stumbled over trying to run away from that abomination as far as possible. All this while, she had forgotten to scream. Pata pata. Huu, huu. Several steps later, she could no longer continue. Slowing down, her limbs simply went numb and gave way. She felt her every breath emptying her consciousness as if it were a water jar. All this while, she kept the lion in her sight. Lion. Panic. "Flight" responses. Failure to escape. These few seconds of eternity were becoming increasingly unbearable. Her breathing continued to be rapid, and static was clouding up her already-hindered sight. "..." Near the staircase, the head of a girl with long dark purple hair hit the ground with a damp sound.
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Post by ponpokorin on Jan 4, 2010 2:29:32 GMT 8
Kris smiled mildly and replied, "They hold a special meaning for me." Jorryn looked at her, expecting her to say more, but Nimue was surprised at how similar Kris was to her in how she impressed upon them that she wished to say no more.
As if on cue to save Kris from Jorryn's increasingly focused gaze, the young man spoke up. "The explanation is simple, really," he paused for a moment, before declaring, "It's magic."
This was punctuated by an awkward moment of silence, in which both girls' jaws dropped. Nimue's small mouth didn't open much, but Jorryn's maw was opened comically large.
"Perhaps not of the kind you're familiar with - there are, after all, other worlds than this, and we seem to hail from very different ones - but magic nonetheless," the young man ploughed on, as if he were talking about the weather.
"...All the adults were lying then," Jorryn stated angrily. "I always believed in magic until my parents threatened to take away my chocolate for a year unless I stopped that kind of thinking!"
Nimue broke out in cold sweat. "...I've... never heard of that one before, Jack." Nimue held the lion close, thinking pensively for a moment.
"It's true!" Jorryn said, puffing out her chest. Nimue was too busy contemplating the revelation to make any snarky thoughts about Jorryn's posturing.
"Are you well versed in magic?" Kris directed at the young man. Ever the eager one, Jorryn focused on him as well.
"...Does it really exist?" Nimue suddenly cut in. "It could easily be extra powerful shrinking technology for all I know. It's entirely possible, if you have the money and a bit more research."
"No, magic definitely exists, Nimue." Jorryn smiled at her, then focused and punched up in the air.
The result was a yellow pulse in the air, before a shockwave rippled out, with the strength of a breeze, ruffling Nimue and Jorryn's hair.
Gently sweeping her hair back into place, Nimue thought for a quick moment and said heavily, "Well, there's no logical explanation for that beyond magic... However, sufficiently advanced technology will appear to be like magic. But then that would be unrealistic and mmph-!" Jorryn interrupted Nimue's monologue by covering her mouth.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Nimue. Just accept it!" Jorryn snuggled up to her friend.
Nimue fought with Jorryn's hand, and getting it off, said surly, "I was getting to that... Because magic is more plausible to explain that."
Jorryn clapped happily and started chanting "YAY!" right next to Nimue's ear.
Nimue was visibily irritated as she addressed the young man, "Well, is yours magic or technology?"
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Post by schrodinger on Jan 4, 2010 2:39:43 GMT 8
"Well versed?"
Valedictorian of his cohort, honorary archmage (honorary because he hadn't Ascended yet), recipient of the Merlin's Scholar award and unofficial founder of the Agency, Venser briefly considered what it meant to be well versed in magic.
"I guess you could say -"
He abruptly paused, becoming aware of something very wrong around them. It wasn't physical, but to his mental senses, each emotion had a unique scent or taste. At that moment, the distinct tang of fear and horror hung in the air - two emotions that had no place in that setting. Why would there have been a sudden outburst? A sudden misgiving seized him, and a quick telepathic scan of the hallway outside the lobby confirmed his suspicions, revealing the indisposed individual.
Turning to face Frederick, who hadn't accompanied him in approaching the girls, he spoke softly, but urgently.
"Frederick, step out for a moment, if you would, and recce the area around the stairwell. I believe you will find a young lady lying prone there - a most imprudent posture, as it leaves her completely defenseless to the untoward advances of others. My hands are full, what with handling this unruly beast at the moment, and I understand that you are a man of good breeding - surely your honor cannot allow you to stand by and ignore a damsel in distress. Can you find it within your noble heart to revive her and bring her to a safer location?"
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Post by NPC Controller on Jan 4, 2010 9:29:17 GMT 8
With no prior notice, the lobby leapt into a flurry of activity.
Firstly, Yoon came flying down the stairs with another year two; she had seen Sou fall, and had gone to fetch the only person she knew who could help: Tatsuyama Miyo.
"Stand back, I'll handle this." Miyo quickly threw four charms in a square, setting up a barrier around herself and Sou. She scattered several dried flowers around, then with her staff, she struck the ground once, muttering a few words under her breath. A pale green-yellow glow started to surround Sou.
Secondly, another person burst in through the front door with a huge, futuristic, unfriendly-looking rifle-shaped thing levelled at the lion.
"Why the hell is there a lion in here?!" She cried, the monster rifle in her hand emitting an unpleasant whine that grew steadily in pitch and volume.
"Wait, Ariko! Don't shoot it, it's a pet!" The boy at the front suddenly stood up, turning back to face the new entrant.
"Eh? Noel? It's a pet? That's worse!" Ariko's voice was even more audibly distressed. "Whoever this lion belongs to, you should know the rules of the dormitory on pets! Especially large, foreboding, potentially dangerous pets! Get it out of the lobby, ASAP! Ms Wunderwaffe must not see it!"
Miyo dropped her head. "Oh god, Ariko, shut up for a bit! There's a fainted person here I'm trying to revive and you're not making things easier for me!" She waved her right hand swiftly over Sou, and the dried flowers suddenly bloomed, revealing a brilliant yellow core.
Miyo once again grabbed her staff, and slammed the end into the ground.
"Vateine!"
The glow around Sou suddenly intensified, then faded away. The colour in her cheeks slowly started to return.
"Well, that's done, then." Miyo stood up, then turned to face the general audience. "Now, whoever this lion belongs to, hide it by whatever means you can. Ms Wunderwaffe is on her way, and she will not stand for pets or familiars greater than half a person in size."
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Post by RaineScarlet on Jan 5, 2010 11:47:14 GMT 8
Kris should have been scared. The events that had just passed would have overwhelmed any normal person. But the only thought she had in mind at that moment was...
That was a rather sophisticated gun. I wonder how it--
...
No... that should be the least of my worries. What just happened?
Someone had run out and collapsed. Apparently, from his address to "Frederick," Venser had noticed it. She herself had seen someone hovering near their group, but hadn't paid much attention, since she had been engaged with Nimue, Jack, and Venser at the time.
And then people started running in, pulling out strange instruments and shouting about pets.
Kris released her hold on Guile and stood up with a hand on the creature's head. "Guess you can't be greater than half a person in size. Though the size of the person tends to differ..."
Now then. That girl. I have a nagging suspicion, but... it seems like she left the room once Guile popped out of Savoir's pocket. Not a moment before. What if she was like... me... Her brow furrowed. Not everyone had the ability to forcibly adapt. The girl seemed alright for now, thanks to some unexplainable force, but it would be wise to keep an eye on her.
Long purple hair and a leaf clip.
She let out a shaky breath and clutched the fabric of her shirt at her chest. Life was never easy, was it.
Why don't you worry about yourself before worrying about someone else? But she wasn't like that.
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Post by Phagetthree on Jan 5, 2010 21:03:35 GMT 8
Frederick looked in the direction which Venser had subtly indicated.
She is already being attended to.
Just then, a strange feeling washed over Frederick.
What's this?! A dark presence... Approaching the school! But yet it seems oddly familiar... Who could it be...?
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Blazing speed!
Vareena sped towards the school, her feet engulfed in fire which gave her a large boost in speed. Her doomguard companion, Bha'Khrish, seemed to jog alongside her rather than sprint.
"You don't have to look so smug, Khrish."
The demon merely grunted.
Arriving at the entrance to the dorms, she felt something familiar.
That brat's familiar? Guile? He's here?
As she pushed open the door, her thoughts were confirmed, as well as seeing another surprise.
"Frederick?!"
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"What are you doing here, Vareena? I swear that if this wasn't a school I would have killed you the moment you stepped in."
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Calming herself, Vareena smirked.
"As stuck-up as ever, I see, Frederick. Burned any heretics on the stake lately?"
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"Consumed anymore souls lately?"
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"Gone on a meaningless crusade lately?"
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"Traded a body part for power lately?"
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Vareena swept aside her fringe, revealing the gaping eye socket.
"Yes, yes I did."
She savored the sense of savage satisfaction as Frederick recoiled in horror.
That was then that she noticed many people gathered in that area, and not wanting to scare anyone else, covered her eye again.
"Look, I'm just here to further my studies, I'm not going to devour any souls or whatever."
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Frederick wasn't ready to believe that, but he didn't want to kick up another big fuss, either.
"Right... But I'd advise you to dismiss your demon though, the big shot around here doesn't like large familiars, apparently. You're just about in time for a round of introductions."
Venser... Could you do me a favor? Peek into her mind and see what she's really up to?
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"Yeah... Sure."
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Bha'Khrish faded away.
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Post by NPC Controller on Jan 6, 2010 0:41:28 GMT 8
"Hey, what'd I miss?"
Miyo turned to see Richard heading down the staircase, followed closely behind by Vedeloitte.
"Just a bit of drama. Vedeloitte, good to see you again. What happened with Friedlich?"
Vedeloitte scowled. "Shut up, Miyo. Stuff that's in the past should stay in the past."
"Well, you're in the same grade, so get along." Miyo walked around Sou, who was still lying prone on the ground, picking up the scattered flowers and the boundary charms as she went.
"I'll deal with it when I get to it."
Behind Vedeloitte, another Chinese-looking boy, looking to be about fourteen, slowly made his way down the staircase. The boy named Li Kwon-eun, no doubt. His black eyes betrayed the slightest tinge of red, and as he glanced down at the slowly gathering crowd, his vision noticeably lingered on the small figure of Lucetia Scarlet.
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Post by schrodinger on Jan 6, 2010 2:29:27 GMT 8
Venser caught Frederick's eye, and shook his head slightly, but with emphasis. It wasn't that he was adverse to granting favors, but the nature of this request was such that it was best for him to decline.
With all the commotion ongoing in the room, he had become keenly aware of an unspoken cacophony coming from the people around him - it was understandable that their minds would be working overtime, given the circumstances. However, Frederick's newly-arrived nemesis was as silent as the grave. The reason for this was clear to him the moment he glanced her way - the enchantment preventing her from being affected by mental influences was incredibly ostentatious, at least to his spellcraft-attuned eyes.
So what could he tell about this new arrival? Demonic companion -this pointed clearly to her being a practitioner of the darker arts. Relation to Frederick, in conjunction with this fact, implied that she was estranged from her family, or at least the part of it that Frederick was descended from. The enchantment on her - definitely not a professional job, most likely the work of an amateur without finesse trying to defend her mind from outside forces. Given her background, these forces would invariably be diabolic in nature, and she was working alone against them.
Conclusion: she was in over her head dabbling in forces far beyond her. And yet here she was, in a relatively serene setting, not conducive to covenanting with demons and their ilk. What could that mean? Ostensibly, she might be telling the truth: her involvement here was purely academic in nature. On the other hand, someone who took it upon herself to guard her thoughts from others clearly did not trust anyone. Was what she said to be trusted?
Absentmindedly musing on the topic, he laid a hand on Guile, slowly shrinking it until it was roughly the same size as Kris' stuffed toy. He picked it up in his arms, much as Jorryn had, and turned to face Kris, Jorryn and Nimue.
"Setting the dramatics aside, your question is an apt one. It is indeed true that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, and I am not presumptuous enough to claim that I - or even the magical community at large - know everything that is to be known about magic. The best, and perhaps only answer that I can posit to your question is that as far as I am aware - and I am aware of a great deal - what I know to be magic, this very special presence in my life and so many others besides, is based upon very different principles than any technology that I have encountered."
The question reminded him of how much he still didn't know about it; this protean, cryptic force that he had sworn himself to. A bittersweet smile played around his lips as he sighed silently, an exhalation that was part lament, part exultation. The prospect of delving ever deeper into its depths was at once both deeply fatiguing... yet strangely invigorating.
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ivankira
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Post by ivankira on Jan 6, 2010 23:35:53 GMT 8
As Shichi neared the main lobby, he heard voices. Many many voices. As if it was a really large gathering. The last time he heard such a commotion, he was sitting at the end of a table. A 10 meter long one. There was a huge debate as to whether he was safe enough to be put into a public area, or should he still be studied in captivity. That memory from just weeks ago was not all that friendly to him. Verbal insults and saliva stung at him for hours. Of course, there were some praises here and there too. But he'd rather sacrifice all the praises for none of the insults and hurt that he sustained.
He shook his head slightly but vigourously, to shatter that memory that flooded his mind.
He took in a deep breath, and took one final step into the main lobby. The brighter lights, as compared to the stairway, in the lobby engulfed him.
There was just too many people, too many events going on altogether. A small group of girls with a single guy together; some people -probably seniors?- walking down the stairs; two people who seemed to be rather icy at each other and near the middle of the room there was the girl in white, with the top-hat sitting alone.
Woah... Now what?
He was confused, apprehensive and at a lost as to what next. At the same time, he wanted to know more about everyone. But what stuck him most was that the girl in white was alone. He hated to be alone, no matter the circumstances or situation. Even the company of a small animal would always cheer up his usually lonely days.
Using his free hand, he adjusted his coat a little, making sure that the collar was neat and that he would not look all too sloppy or something else negative. He then made his way towards the girl in white.
"Hey there. Mind if I sit here?"
Shichi asked gently as he pointed to a seat beside the girl in white. He added in a little smile as he finished his quesiton. Smiling is always good. Smiles are somewhat infectious and he hoped that it would warm up the slightly pale girl in white a little.
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Post by Carillus on Jan 8, 2010 0:47:18 GMT 8
"No, actually. I don't rather mind," Lucetia answered mildly.
This boy seemed to be trying to make small talk. Not a problem; she had taken a seat alone mainly because she had found no one to talk to. She could have gone and argued with the Aspirant again, but then, what would have been the point in that? Besides, he seemed to have met someone else he had a bone to pick with. Seemed to have quite a few of those.
Well, as expected. The Church wasn't exactly a subtle institution, what with the Crusades and such. And they sure had their fair share of enemies.
More importantly, the boy who had requested to take a seat next to her was smiling a bit at her as he talked. Even though she knew this was just manners, she still had the faintest annoyance that he might be treating her as a child.
Still, it would only be polite to return the gesture, so she smiled back sweetly.
"I do believe we've not been introduced yet. My name is Lucetia Scarlet. Thank you rather much for helping me up back in the lounge."
Hopefully, that would make a good conversation starter.
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