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Post by Osyth Ilwyngward on Apr 3, 2015 19:02:45 GMT -5
Osyth was quite enjoying himself until the demonchild walked in. As expected, the black-haired nymph's little comment about Water Spirits sat poorly with Lucent and he sort of went off on her. Osyth snickered, but his words seemed to have little impact on the girl and her twin seemed more proud of her than anything. Oh yes, Osyth was definitely liking these two.
Then the demonchild walked in. Osyth tensed in his corner. The Headmistress had told him about the boy, which was an event in it of itself. The Headmistress generally let him discover what the new students were capable of by himself, as a sort of game. Her reasoning was that it was up to each individual to make a name for themselves, regardless of any biases towards their species, but Osyth liked his reasons better. Ramiel was the boy's name. Osyth cared not a whole lot for the boy himself, but rather what he possessed. Or rather, what possesses him, Osyth thought grimly. The boy was the picture of normality, but even without the Headmistress' warning, Osyth could immediately tell something was wrong with the boy. Malice seemed to roll off of him in waves. Osyth felt a chill as the demon's attention seemed to consider him briefly before moving on. From his vantage point, he saw Lucent do a slight doubletake as he took noticed his newest student.
"Hello," Lucent said. "Mind introducing yourself? I don't like shy kids in my class because more often then not they're good at something. Most of the times it's swordplay. So come here so I can see your face properly."
Idiot, Osyth thought. Had the Headmistress not told him the boy's affliction or was Lucent just that loose in the head? It hardly matters, Osyth supposed. Between Lucent and I, a single demon on the loose shouldn't pose too much of a threat.
Warily turning his attention away from the boy, Osyth noticed that the black-haired nymph had stood up, and though she had turned to look at Ramiel, her body was positioned in his direction. Furthermore, Osyth saw a distinct chill run down her spine as she regarded the newcomer. Clever girl, Osyth commended her silently. Unfortunately, Osyth had no intention of being caught before the fighting started. He realized that his presence had a very real chance of stifling the tension- while the nymph didn't seem to worried about pissing off Lucent, she might have second thoughts about flipping out if there were two teachers in the room.
Though he was loath to admit it, Osyth realized that he should probably leave if he wanted there to be a fight. With one final reluctant look around the room, and with the silent promise to return once the fighting started, Osyth's light began to fade from the room. As he left, he realized that he should have told Lucent exactly what Ramiel was. Hopefully the fool doesn't do anything too brash, Osyth thought, as his light winked out of existence, unable to suppress a final snort at the thought.
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Post by Elevine Malm-Hrið on Apr 5, 2015 10:42:43 GMT -5
Once again, impressed by her sister's gusto in intimidating Pharos; although not the best move to pull on your first day, she thought it impressive of her brain-washed sister. Her sister being annoyed a bit of her thoughts leaked through the mental link they shared, from her answer to the transformer kid; "To everyone... powers and... life, if... wanna know... ask her", figuring it was likelly about her, Elevine laughed ever so lightly, no only possible person who could hear it being her sister, and that simply because of the link. Rather than walk over and reveal the link, or make the other student think that she was spying, she just remained there, until the teacher spoke out.
"Now! If you guys could please take a seat so I can start taking attendance as people walk in?", doing as she was asked she went to sit and watched around as a few more kids entered the room, "later enemies..." she thought, "it is a weapons training class after all." One particular kid attracted her attention when they walked in, the teacher going past his regular greeting, "Hello. Mind introducing yourself? I don't like shy kids in my class because more often than not they're good at something. Most of the time it's swordplay. So come here so I can see your face properly." Was it the way that the kid looked so weak that seemed off, or was it something else? Either way, new kids was never a good sign.
"The rest of you pick up a weapon that seems to feel right in your hands," as he spoke those words she smiled lightly, passing a hand on the small of her back, where two small slits were cut up and hidden by small pieces of looser fabric, to allow her 'normal person' weapons to slide out if need be. She had rather small daggers, with a wooden hilt, stained red by the blood she had let fall onto it. Just as the first was about to begin moving Pharos spoke once more, "I do not permit use of personal weapons in my class. I want you to get used to the weapons here so you can have a feel of what exam weapons will be like. So if you would please put your collection of knives, which I'm guessing you have more then one, over one this rack," she stopped, as if frozen for a moment, wondering how he could possibly know, considering even her sister was never informed, and didn't seem to have noticed. "A mind reader? If not how..." she pondered upon this for a few seconds more before slowly going over to the empty rack, and putting the two blades upon it, they were in rather horrible shape, having had them for years without anyone knowing doesnt give much oppurtunity for keeping them in good shape, nor having the blade sharpened back up to norm, a small layer of rust forming around the blood stains as well as the tip of the blade.
Following this experience, she stayed a tad further form Pharos as she previously had, not fully trusting the man, even less now that he had revealed that he could see through her mind; She went over to the other rack, the one that was full, looking around, unsure of what to take, since she wouldn't be able to control it if very effectively if it were any bigger than her knives, and even less so if it had no spongy materlials in which to bleed, she look around some more, wondering if more blood meant more strength, finally desciding on a rather large weapon, although it had a good deal of wood to use.
It was a blade curved around a circular wooden handle of sorts, she put the object down to rest on the ground, on the outskirts of the hidden blood puddle, all of which began to roll towards the object entering the wood and staining it a light red, then picking it up and playing around a bit, realizing that she was after all able to control the darned thing, although not as well as her double blades having gotten used to fighting with two weapons it was rather strange.
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Post by ramiel on Apr 6, 2015 2:46:16 GMT -5
He had barely been sitting for a few seconds, staring at his idling fingers with a sense of growing nervouness when he heard a voice directed toward him. "Hello, mind introducing yourself?" Slightly startled out of his daydreaming, he peeked up only to see the teacher- red, flashy hair and eyes just as intense, clearly not human if only from how Adie had stared at him a few seconds earlier- stare at him from his current spot. Oh he was definitely talking to him. "I don't like shy kids in my class because more often then not they're good at something. Most of the times it's swordplay. So come here so I can see your face properly."
Immediatly his heartbeat picked up a notch and he bit the inside of his cheek, seeming hesitant for a moment before pushing himself up onto his two feet and walking up to the taller man. His footsteps were hesitant, unsure as he glanced around the other students- he didn't fit it, he knew he didn't but he wasn't even sure if he was more afraid of the others or of himself if anything was to happen right now. It's not like he wanted to look like a wuss but when you had a demon floating literally inches from your face with a pleased grin at your embarassement, it was hard not to find it slightly unnerving. Plus, good at swordplay? He hadn't even touched one of the damn thing in his whole life! But she had, and that didn't help how he felt right now.
"While I'm seeing to the boy, the rest of you pick up a weapon that seems to feel right in your hands." The teacher spoke up once more as he was making his way over, glancing over to the small, white haired girl as he continued, "Oh, and I do not permit use of personal weapons in my class. I want you to get used to the weapons here so you can have a feel of what exam weapons will be like. So if you would please put your collection of knives, which I'm guessing you have more then one, over one this rack." Before pulling out another empty rack and staring at the girl once more, "Personal preference I have." A weapon? Did she already have one on herself? Who the hell carried some kind of a weapon on themselves? Either she was dangerous or very cautious but in both cases he made a mental note to avoid getting close.Once in front of the man, he had to look up just a bit to see him in the eyes, clearing his throat silently before speaking up.
"Um. I'm..My name is Ramiel Abel.. Sir." Okay he definitely felt weird about calling this man sir, because he looked young but...felt very old somehow, and clearly impatient at this point. Looks like the tension he had just walked on earlier hadn't been his imagination.
He gave another quick look at the other students to see just how well they were doing as the teacher had let them choose their...god he still couldn't believe it- weapon of their choice while he talked to him. The (apparent) twin of the white haired little girl had picked up a lance, seeming more or less satisfied with her choice as if she had an usual favorite choice. He was seriously starting to question his security in this place if a kid had some kind of weapon of her liking. The other one wasn't any better, picking up some weird blade one, round and he couldn't even tell what the name of this one was. He let his eyes travel to the full rack and felt a shiver go right down his spine at the sight of the sharp, razor cutting blades. He really couldn't stand these things properly, no matter the type, but it's not like he apparently had much of a choice. "Hey- I mean. Sir." He quickly corrected himself- hey the guy looked intimidating, and he wasn't going to be the one to make him snap if he could avoid it.
"Do we...really have to have a weapon class? I mean- I just don't see the point..." He didn't sound meek nor shy, mostly unsure of his wording as he truly didn't see the point and just felt tense and anxious at the idea itself. As if to help the pressure go down as a nervous tick, he passed his hand through his hair- the one that was still made of flesh- daring to look back up at the man as he questionned the class.
Adie meanwhile, had lost her current interest in the boy and was rather calm for the time being, mostly assessing the things around them. With a slight frown, she noticed the spirit that had been in the corner just a small while ago seemed to have dissapeared. Has it went away from this realm or simply left the room? Well, if it was there there must have been a reason, so she would have to be careful about that one. He did felt like a guardian spirit, but from this distance and in a whisp like form, it was a bit hard to get more precise than that. Looming over the shoulder of the human, she was able to see the teacher from up close too, study his facial structure and the aura she could feel coming off of him. If anything, she had been right, he was pretty old and not exactly weak.. Look like this school could afford at least experienced teachers.
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Post by Madds on Apr 6, 2015 15:43:04 GMT -5
"Great, now the black haired one is all defensive with us. Just great. I guess being people persons won't help us with the nymphs." they thought in unison. Had Aédan been out, he would've probably began snapping his fingers to some beat, sending sparks through the air, a nervous tick of his. Instead, Ayanna went back to playing with an ice dagger and observing the boy who Pharos had just addressed.
"What's do you think his power is?"
"Probably some mental thing, look at him. It's definitely not physical strength or something"
"that thing that was with him, it ain't natural, and it's still here. Look at how the black haired one stood up to face the kid, she feels something."
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"Whatever it is, he seems cool, and he's here for a reason, so stay alert, but I think we should try to at least approach it. Maybe after class?"
"Sure, Pharos does seem to be addressing the class right now, guess it's starting."
"Oh, and I do not permit use of personal weapons in my class. I want you to get used to the weapons here so you can have a feel of what exam weapons will be like. So if you would please put your collection of knives, which I'm guessing you have more then one, over one this rack."
"Great..." Ayanna muttered under her breath letting the ice daggers she'd been playing with seep back into her skin. "What use are my powers if I can't use them?"
"Pharos will probably let you cover any weapon with ice, well at least that was aloud one year. I mean, if I can't carry around my lighter fluid when I'm out, then I'm screwed. Then again, i doubt that`ll be permitted at the exam. Take a breath sis, look, even the nymph is putting away her weapons. Rather reluctantly, but see? She's already picked up a new weapon" The duo peeped over at the white haired nymph and watched as she put the blade down.
"Blood again, what is it with her and blood?"
"Might be like you with ice and me with fire? You and I both know how easy it is for us to bend our elements if they're already out. i mean, the black haired one said it best, to each their powers I guess."
Ayanna walked over to the weapons on display, she really wasn't in the mood to learn about weapons today, but she knew she needed to focus now. Her head had to be entirely focused on the class, not on the boy who was with Pharos and the weird thing that accompanied him, nor on the nypmhs that seemed tense and defensive, nor on the fact that this was her third year here and that some part of her still really didn't know why she and her brother stayed here rather than where their mother was. No the focus had to be on this very moment, this very class, doing what she and her brother needed to do to get the best grades.
Ayanna looked them over, she knew she wanted something light weight, that could withstand her brothers heat and her own frost, just in case Pharos did allow them to modify the weapons a bit. She picked up a sickle blade that seemed sharp and light enough for her an her brother to handle.
"yeh, the curve of it will look sick when inflamed, but shouldn't we get more of a whip or something sis?"
She gently flapped her wings, letting them lift her off the ground as high as they could, which was barely a few inches, and glided over this time to a chain whip that seemed rather hidden behind most of the weapons. A Qilinbian. Yes, that would definitely do.
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Post by Pharos Lucent on Apr 9, 2015 14:38:40 GMT -5
The class had begun to fill, the students had been looking at him weirdly. Atleast I'm not the youngest looking teacher... he thought, Salathiell looks 3 times younger then I.... or so I've been told. He thought to himself. The boy he had taken a double look at was walking over to him. He kept calling him sir and the likes. Each time it made Pharos cringe. "Please, don't call me Sir. I'm not -that- old. Call me Pharos or Mr. Lucent. I don't care just not -Sir-. It sounds like I'm some sort of knight from the round table." He then let his thought pass off into a world where he was a Knight and he burst out laughing. He then looked around sighing. "I'm becoming a bit too unstable for this job." He said with a snicker. Not really directed to anyone with the sentence. "Do we...really have to have a weapon class? I mean- I just don't see the point..."
He heard Ramiel say, and his eyes lit up.
"And I don't see the point in not having this class. Ever been in a fight? The answer is probably no." He chuckled. He raised his voice so he was now addressing the whole class. "Yes, you are all mighty with the powers you were given at birth, but knowing the essentials of a fight is still better then nothing. When a fight breaks out, you'll instantly go to your powers? No. That's stupid. There are people a -lot- stronger then you out there, and blasting a bit of wind in their faces won't do much. Lighting their clothing on fire won't do anything either. Right now, the extent to which you can use the gifts you have been given are next to none. Here, in my class, I shall be able to see your powers grow and give you tips in combat. How to keep your head calm in the heat of battle." He walked over to a rack, pulling a throwing axe from it. "I shall teach you how to intimidate someone without having to spill what you are." He said, flipping the axe in his hand before chucking it just above the head of one of the students barely finished walking in. The student froze in despair and looked at Pharos.
"This class is not to show you how to kill. This class is to show you how to fight. How to not freeze up in the face of danger," He announced, pointing at the student who did exactly that. "I will make you pro-active. I will show you that a blade is as good if not better then most of your powers at times." He smiled, as the kids just looked at him scared. "Most of you won't probably see the end of this year in my class. You people, among the many, are the ones that I will now trust with my life if danger ever comes to this school." He laughed. "And if you thought that this place was the safest place in the world, you are more then wrong. This place is as much in the way of danger from the Human threat then anywhere else. Except here, we teach you how to correctly use your powers and how to appropriately engage in fights. At one point, you'll be able to pick up a sword and spar with the best fencers the human race has." He raised his hand out in front of him. "And at one point. You'll be able to do this." He spun on himself, the spin summoning flames around him. The flames so dense it blocked out the very figure of the teacher and the environment, mostly the rack, that was behind him. A tornado of living flames that went up to the roof.
As the flames went on, clinks of steel meeting stone could be heard in front of every student's feet. Most of them screamed as they saw what it was. At each of their feet, one of the weapons from the rack behind Pharos had been embedded in the stone. It took a couple more seconds before the smoke cleared and Pharos could be fully seen. The dullness of the weapons that were at the student's feet quickly having been melted away by the fire teacher's flames. "This. Is what I teach. Get out of my class -right now-. if you still have doubts of what I teach. I have no use for pacifists." The teacher had let the flames die down, but the ones on the ground not fully dead. A huge scorch mark at his feet as he looked somewhat out of breath.
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Eyildr Hrið
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Post by Eyildr Hrið on Apr 9, 2015 22:23:15 GMT -5
Eyildr examined her lance carefully, trying to find the best way to balance it and then perform well during the fight. Obviously, the tip was heavier than the rest of the stick, which sent the nymph in a quest to find at which precise level she would be able to find the perfect equilibrium that would make her strike her enemies faster and with less hesitation. Obviously, she had adopted this behaviour because she was tired of observing the other students in the class and she wanted to prove the worth of the ocean nymphs to everyone else.
Around the young girl, people started crowding with weapons in hand. Swords, lances, knifes, bullshit, this and that. At least there was variety, she thought. The child tried to differentiate her classmates according to the easy they seemed to have when it came to carrying their weapons. Thankfully, the average seemed to be at the complete stranger state of their relationships, which meant that the fights would be equal; she wouldn't face masters. In front of the room, or at least closer to Pharos, the boy with the strange energy was trying to make a point. Apparently, he couldn't see the purpose of the class and was trying to escape his classmates in a way or another. Quite strange considering that he seemed quite strong.
Even from this distance, Eyildr noticed a spark light up her teacher's eyes. He apparently hadn't been insulted by the comment of the boy. After less than a few seconds, the teacher turned himself to face the entire class and enter a complete speech about the wrong beliefs of the students. According to him, everyone in this room had to know how to defend himself without having to rely on their powers, which was quite logic considering that humans knew nothing at all about the magical and easily called out for witch hunts. So perhaps that man wasn't as much of a moron as the child thought. At one point, he walked over to the rank of weapons and took an axe. This didn't seem to be something that would end well. Eyildr bit her lower lip and started observing the unraveling of events with apprehension. Tension started to build up in the room, as Pharos explained what was his course schedule for the year. At first, he remained on the lower levels of challenge; children would learn to not freeze when they faced danger. But the more he went on, the more he added about having to fight and kill, added about the human threat and finally, he added about the skills they would need to have. "And at one point. You'll be able to do this."
The teacher created a small tornado of fire that quickly grew in strength and size. For a second or two, Eyildr observed the demonstration of strength in awe, but she soon came back to her senses and realized that it was fire we were talking about here. The tornado became warmer than before and a rain of weapon ensued, landing at the feet of the students. Enough was enough. Completely terrified by the fire, Eyildr quieted a shriek of surprise and fear before running to her sister. Shaking of her entire being, she tried to disappear behind the white haired girl. "Fire is dangerous, never approach fire, fire will kill you, never approach fire, fire is dangerous, -----" and so she went on, whispering those words to herself; teachings of her mother, obviously.
The entire light of playfulness, tease and even anger disappeared from the nymph's eye. She now completely hated this class and never wanted to face that teacher again. "This. Is what I teach. Get out of my class -right now-. if you still have doubts of what I teach. I have no use for pacifists." Speaking of escaping class! The young nymph turned around to take a look at the door, still under the cover of her sister. Leaving seemed really tempting right now and perhaps she should have accepted the offer. However, after few seconds, she calmed down and stopped shaking. The teacher was out of breath. He wasn't that strong after all. Jumping on this occasion to have a storm-like line of emotion, she completely switched attitude. She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped aside from her sister, looking at the teacher. "It's all good to show off what you can do. But what is this class supposed to be about anyway. You told us to choose weapons, joy! Look, I have a lance in my hand. Now what?" With that, the girl sent a death glare to the man.
Always hide your fears behind confidence.
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Post by Elevine Malm-Hrið on Apr 22, 2015 12:41:55 GMT -5
The blood quickly drying into the circular hilt, she began to throw it into the air then catching it, aiming to move the blade a few inches in the air before the catch. Trying to see just how much control she had over the heavy blade, she continued to do this for a few minutes, before the teacher began to speak once more.
"This class is not to show you how to kill. This class is to show you how to fight. How to not freeze up in the face of danger," Pharos said to the class before throwing an axe at a student, making her jump and move to be between her sister and the teacher, yet again; just in time for him to begin spinning on himsel and summon flames throwing weapons all over, all getting stuck at the feet of the students.
"He's a teacher, he's not allowed to harm us... Right?" she asked her sister, telepathically. Following this, she nodded lightly as her sister asked "It's all good to show off what you can do. But what is this class supposed to be about anyway. You told us to choose weapons, joy! Look, I have a lance in my hand. Now what?" of course also laughing at the death glare she then sent the teacher, as she went back to throwing the blade into the air.
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Post by Viktor on May 12, 2015 10:50:30 GMT -5
Viktor materialized at the back of the class. With the class in turmoil no-one had noticed him as he sat patiently, watching for future events to unfold. The creation of some sort of wall or tornado of fire in the class, as well as some girl throwing a blood soaked blade in the air created doubt in his mind on the purpose of the class, but decided to remain silent. He wanted to pull a prank with a hand grenade, asking what would happen if he were to do like he did not know how it worked and pulled the pin. Of course he would instantly transport the explosive outside as the fuse ran to its end, but decided to abstain from any lollygagging, especially since he arrived late to class. After having observed what was going on, he decided he too should pick a weapon from the racks, but without the teacher explicitly noticing him, using his limited range of darkness manipulation, Viktor dragged across the ceiling and walls a handful of ring-handled throwing knives. Once the knives were back to his desk, he hid all but one in his long trench-coat, and simply made the handle circle his fingers. The idea of playing five-finger filet with his newly acquired tools of death, but abstained, as the noise it would produce would bring way to much attention to him.
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